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rubiehart · 25 days

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helping kiara prepare for a night alone with pope.

what started as an innocent conversation between two girlfriends about how one was scared to possibly lose her virginity in the coming few days, somehow ended up with kiara now laying down against the pillows spread against your headboard, hair splayed around her as she knaws on her thumbnail anxiously, one hand gripping the sheets as she watches you rifle around in your underwear drawer for something.

“got it!” you say, as casual as ever, walking back over to the bed with a purple dildo clutched in your hand, like this was the most normal think for you two to be doing. kiara gulps and her eyes meet yours nervously, a smile cracking onto her face. “i doubt pope’s that big.”

you nod and laugh along with her. “true. better to be safe than sorry.”, the nervous expression back on her face as her eyebrows draw together, taking in the sheer size. “im kidding, chill.” you say like it was obvious.

“we don’t have to do this.” you smile reassuringly and she shakes her head, curls rearranging on the cotton pillow. “i want to.” you nod as she starts to drag her shorts down her long, toned legs, trying not to stare as she does so.

“y’ wanna do it yourself?” you offer the toy into her palm and she pushes it back into your fist, shaking her head. “no, i’ll chicken out.” she giggles nervously and you nod, puffing air out of your nose as your eyes zero in on her sticky cunt.

you reach forward to part her sticky lips, she hisses quietly as the cold air hits her wetness, you look up at her face to gauge her reaction but her eyes are already on yours. “ready?” you hiccup out, cheeks heating up as she nods, her body noticeably stiffening as she grips the sheets beneath her with both hands, eyes squeezed shut. “mhm.”

you nod and let the mushroom tip meet her dripping entrance, pushing from the base to see just how tight she was. very, it seemed. you kept two fingers on her puffy lips, keeping them apart to keep a good view on her cunt.

you run the silicone through her sticky folds, strings of arousal sticking to the toy until the tip catches against her. “relax, you’re too tight.” you mumble out and she breathes in deeply, loosening up a little as her little cunt sucks in the thick tip.

“s-shit.” she whimpers out, head thrown back as you edge the toy further in, the slide becoming easier as you get past the initial restistance, her puffy cunt practically swallowing the toy whole. her soft whimpers don’t stop until the silicone is pushed in to the hilt, you keep a soft hand on the base, pushing gently against how her tight pussy is trying to push the toy out.

“god. it’s so big..” she says quietly, her legs spreading a little further on instinct as she whimpers quietly, the toy clearly too big for her, the tears in her eyes being evidence for her discomfort.

your eyes flick up to her face, and back down to her stuffed pussy, “you okay?” you question, your hand absentmindedly massaging her thigh to help with her discomfort.

“yeah.. i think so.. is it all the way in?” she asks shyly, looking down between her legs to see the toy submerged to the hilt. “yeah.” you giggle, and she giggles too. “feels weird.” she comments and you nod with a soft smile. “does it hurt?” you ask and she shrugs her shoulders. “it did at first, m’ getting used to it.”

you nod and fix your eyes back on her cunt, her arousal dribling from the silicone, coating the sheets underneath her. she huffs out a breath she seemed to be holding and her eyes opened again. “can we try something else, y’know, to practice for pope?”

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somethingswift19 · 4 months

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Your Go To Snacks

| Your go to snacks/comfort snacks

| (a/n): I am so sorry for the lack of posts this week!! Work has been crazy! And my brain short circuited I think so I'm sorry if this is dumb but I'm currently eating gas station snacks and relaxing lmao

Rafe: Sparkling razzberry water, the purple bag of Doritos, tropical skittles, chocolate ice cream

Kelce: Arizona Iced Tea, pringles, edible cookie dough

Topper: Orange soda, buffalo flavored pretzels, blue and red mixed slushies, peanut butter popcorn

JJ: Code red mountain dew, jalapeno Cheetos , cherry slushies, sour patch kids

John B: Coconut water, granola with vanilla ice cream, pretzels

Pope: Calypso lemonade, pizza flavored combos, astronaut ice cream

Kiara: Apple green smoothies, white cheddar cheezits, chocolate covered strawberries

Sarah: Iced coffee, kettle cooked potato chips, twizzlers, baby bottle pops (idk why I just know she'd love those lol)

Barry: Cherry coke slushies, hot Cheetos, trolley sour gummy worms and gummy bears

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s1ater · 2 years

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best player, best bet.

pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader

part four of four.

about. jj pays you one last visit.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. finally finished 🥳🥳🥳 this is also a THIRD repost, because it wouldn’t let me edit the last one 😢

you had won the best player award. jj had stepped down and you didn’t even have to fulfill your side of the deal.

there was a part of you that felt very guilty for not showing up for him, but another part of you that knew you deserved this and it probably didn’t effect jj as largely as you originally thought. ward probably had girls lined up for him and your absence was probably no surprise after what you had saw.

“i honest to god don’t believe you’ll need this many clothes,” rafe grumbles, helping you stuff a bag full of just your shirts. you glanced over to him, laughing to yourself as you packed another bag for your pants. “i mean c’mon, y/n, after the first week you’re not even going to have enough energy to change your pants.”

“whatever rafe,” you shook your head, “i actually care for personal hygiene and looking my best, unlike you—who i could smell the beer off of when you came home for break.”

“oh, boohoo, give me a break, sweetheart. some of us actually know how to have some fun,” he mocked you, setting the bag down before grabbing another. “big surprise, it’s not you.”

you roll your eyes. maybe asking rafe to help you pack for college was a mistake, especially since it wasn’t even twenty minutes in and he was shitting on you.

“hey, y/n/n! someone’s at the door for you!”

you got to your feet at the sound of your mothers words, sharing a look with rafe before you exit your room and toward the front door, “who is it..?”

your question fades the moment jj comes into view and suddenly your mouth is a steel trap in surprisal of the sight of him. you hadn’t expected to see jj after hockey season, not after all these months, but there he was with his hands stuffed in his jean jacket and a sheepish smile that made your stomach flutter.

“long time no see, hockey puck.”

“jj,” his name comes out breathless from your mouth like you had been winded, and it’s almost like you were. “come in?”

“that a question?”

“no,” you smile crookedly, motioning him further into the house. “just come in.”

he slowly strolls to your living room where you follow behind, expecting him to take a seat, but he only stops in the door frame, turning back to face you, “how are you doing, kid?”

“i should be asking you that.”

he scoffs, almost wincing at the tone of your voice and knowing exactly what you’re referring to, “listen, i didn’t come here to make small talk.”

“sounded like you were.”

“okay,” he sighs, already regretting coming to your home, kicking himself for thinking it’d be so easy to talk to you after all this time of distance and tension just waiting to fill the space between the two of you again. “are you happy?”

“what?” you narrow your brows at the question.

“are you happy?” he repeats, “the award ceremony shit—i’m happy for you, proud of you, really.”

you feel your face burn, suddenly looking to the floor at realization of what he was saying. you felt guilty as well as flattered at his kind words falling out of his mouth without a problem. he was being genuine, but something about it still made you feel… ashamed.

“you got what you worked hard for, y/n. should be proud yourself.”

“yeah…” you still stared at the ground, “thanks jj.”

“still disappointed you didn’t show up.”

there is was.

“i wanted to, you should know i did. but i couldn’t,” your eyes move fast to meet his, feeling remorse, but he doesn’t seem sad, or disappointed, or even mad when he looks back at you. it almost looks like he understands, like he doesn’t really care that much. “i would have socked that man in the face of i had to see him again.”

he laughs dryly, slightly shaking his head, “would have loved to see that.”

“probably best it didn’t happen. wouldn’t have wanted to ruin your chances at one of the perfect little colleges he has set up for you.”

“what have i told you before, kid?” his arms slight reach out from his sides in expression. “i’m set for life, no matter how hard i fuck up.”

you shake your head, thinking about how true it was. jj was hooked up way before hockey season even ended.

“when do you leave?” you mumble.

“tomorrow, actually,” he stuffs his hands in his pockets, not satisfied with the answer he gave you either. he just wished he had more time.

shit.

it’s silent now and your whole body feels itchy with uncomfortableness. jj’s eyes are tightly focused on the ground once more, his eyebrows furrowed as if he’s frustrated and having a mental battle with himself in thought.

you watch him carefully, but you want to look away in fear of him catching you shamelessly staring. your drawn to the confusion on his face, to every emotion that crosses his features. he’s almost red in the cheek from shame but you can’t understand why.

“you know, i remember when i first met you…” he laughs a little, cutting himself off. “oh god, the guys would talk about you all the time and how crazy it was that they let a girl on a team… and then i was like ‘hey… i know that girl.’”

“you had always wore those pink barrette things,” he motions to his blonde strands, “so i was shocked to see you kicking our asses that first game.”

“and the second.”

he scoffs, nodding, “and the second.”

you hate the space between the two of you right then. you hate how antsy he is and the way he moves only seems to put more distance between you.

“point is, i’m happy for you… and even if you’re not allowed… to play in college, i’m glad you got that scholarship. you deserve it, all of it.”

oh.

after getting the award and finishing out the season and school—your doubts were getting the best of you about getting a scholarship or even playing in college. like jj had said before, scouts were misogynistic and they weren’t going to change their opinions on girls playing a boys sport. not for any, not for one.

thankfully, colorado was your saving grace—handing you a scholarship, not exactly a spot on the team—but the promise of consideration when time gets there. which everyone really knew what that meant—no.

“thank you, jj,” your eyes fall to the ground. “it’s a shame that i’ll never be able to kick your ass again though,” you shake your head in disappointment, a loud hearty laugh ringing through your ears as jj throws his head back.

“yeah, you wish, sweetheart,” he shakes his head himself at the ridiculousness in your statement. “you’re good, but not that good.”

“yeah, you want to bet, maybank?” your head tips back in a challenging manner, arching a brow.

“give me a time and place, hockey puck, i’ll be there.”

navigation.

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 6 months

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Outer Banks Masterlist

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Pope Heyward

Kiara Carrera

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

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starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies · 11 months

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Second Choice | J.M.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You can’t be JJ’s second choice.

A/N: This is an extremely short blurb that I wrote in about 10 minutes and absolutely hate, but the writers block has been strong and I have to do something to get out of it. Based on the scene from Little Women if that isn’t obvious.

As I am an adult, all characters I write for are written as adults. Any minor characters will be aged up to the general range of their actor’s age.

Warnings: none, very much not proofread (I wrote this 5 minutes ago)

Word Count: 276 (I know I’m sorry)

You knew JJ was in love with your cousin, Kiara. He had been for years. It was clear to anyone with eyes, except maybe Kie herself. The same way that JJ was the only one who didn’t see how you felt about him.

So when he came over and started flirting with you at the bonfire, it was fair to say you were confused. That is, until you saw the way he kept looking over his shoulder to see if Kie was watching.

“Little Carrera, you are looking mighty fine tonight.” He leaned in close, trying to put his arm around your shoulder, but you pulled away.

“Stop, JJ. You’re being mean.”

JJ looked at you confused. “How am I being mean?”

“Stop it.” You took another step back away from him. “I have been second to Kie my whole life, in everything and I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her.”

“Y/N, that’s not-“

You cut him off before he could continue. “I won’t. I won’t do it. Not when I’ve spent my entire life loving you.”

You didn’t mean to let the words slip, but it was too late to take them back now. JJ just stared at you, mouth agape, brows furrowed. With a shrug and a shake of your head, you backed away from him, heading back down the path that led to the bonfire.

“Wait, Y/N, please!” JJ called after your retreating form. But by the time he had shaken off his haze, you had climbed on your bike and taken off down the road, too far gone to hear his pleas.

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ghostiewriter · 1 year

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oo i NEED a blurb of kie getting all dressed up girlyish and hating it while jj loves it

“I look like Barbie’s Dreamhouse just threw up on me.”

JJ let out a huff of amusement, eyes focused on the engine he currently had sprawled over the dining room table. He wasn’t exactly sure how he let Mike Carrera convince him to take a look at the old piece of junk but he had gotten himself this far, he might as well try fix up the old boat engine.

“Tad dramatic there, Kie,” he muttered, reaching out for a screwdriver somewhere beside him.

“You underestimate how life-sucking these lunches are,” Kiara grumbled under her breath, the sound of her heels clicking as she made her way from the bedroom towards the dining room of their flat.

He grinned boyishly. “Want something else to s—“

And yet, the words quickly died into some half-hearted noise of acknowledgement as he finally lifted his head to catch a look at her, only for every single coherent thought in his head to disappear.

Kiara frowned when she caught his expression. “Jay? You good?”

“I, uh,” he opened his mouth to speak but nothing was coming out because he couldn’t stop staring at her.

He couldn’t stop staring at the way the dress brushed against her thighs, or the way her legs looked miles long with the heels she was wearing. He couldn’t stop staring at how pretty her lips looked swiped with whatever gloss she put on them, or the way the thin straps rested on her bare shoulders. He couldn’t stop staring at every inch of her because she was so fucking gorgeous, it hurt his brain to even say something.

“JJ?” Kiara took a step forward, hand reaching out to place on his forehead. “You feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I just…yeah,” he murmured as his hands darted out to pull her closer by the back of her thighs until she stood between his legs. “When are you meeting your folks at the country club?”

“In like, half an hour or so,” she said as she rested her hands on his shoulders. “Then I can come home and burn this stupid dress.”

“I mean, you could,” he said before clearing his throat. “Or maybe just keep it around…for a rainy day.”

Kiara frowned. “A rainy day?”

“Mhm,” JJ hummed as his thumbs lightly stroked the back of her thighs, his hands slowly moving up. The floral scent of her perfume was making him feel dizzy, like he couldn’t quite think straight. “Just…to wear around the house and stuff.”

“Fat chance, Maybank,” Kiara grumbled as she batted his hands away. “If you wanna fuck me, then fuck me. But not in this dress.”

JJ pouted, looking up at her like a wounded puppy. “Why not?”

“Because I have to go and I know you,” she said with her eyes narrowed slightly. “You’ll make me late.”

“I can have you out of here in fifteen minutes, tops,” JJ said quickly.

“I’m not indulging in whatever this dress fetish is,” Kiara scoffed as she made her way towards the door, grabbing her keys. “I don’t need to start buying more of them.”

“You look really pretty!” JJ called out behind her.

“Thanks, baby, but the answer is still no!”

“Dammit.”

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poguesofthebau · 4 years

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this is for an outer banks ship which i think you’re doing? my name is ayli/lili, & i’m bisexual. i have curly strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin & freckles, & i’m 5’2 in height. i’m adventurous, i can be very energetic, i’m all about peace & kindness, i can be a bit chaotic sometimes, in a fun way? i’m a hopeless romantic, & laugh at literally everything. i like painting, rollerskating, nature, outdoor activities (camping, hikes, bonfires, picnics), indie & soft rock, & romance novels

(2/2) additional info: i’m also a huge stoner, & i absolutely love sunsets and the beach, & building blanket forts. also, if i could, i would wear flowers in my hair all the freaking time

i ship you with kie!! (side note: thank u for finally giving me some inspiration to write my FIRST KIE PIECE just a lil blurb but still hehe)

i think we can all assume that kie frequently makes the boys do stuff they hate doing. she would definitely scroll through pinterest and find fun obx tourist-y activities, and they would resist as hard as possible, but then they would collapse under her threats (she truly knew too much for them to not obey). i think this is exactly how you would fit into the pogues, too! kie would definitely have talked to them about you before actually bringing you around, but once they met you they would all see the connection immediately. you’d be the second super hot hippie slumming it with the boys, as jj put it in the pilot, flowers poking out of your hair in what seemed like a million different places as you walked onto the beach for the kegger that was being thrown. “boys! this is lili, my girlfriend. be nice, or i kill you and you get no more beers from me.” jj would salute at kie with a smirk as pope and john b kindly introduced themselves. throughout the course of the night, you and kie would not separate for anything. you found yourself surprisingly comfortable with her friends-- john b was one of the most easy-going people you’d met in the obx, and the constant banter between pope and jj made your face hurt from laughing. when you started talking about bringing them to all the secret little spots you’d found on the island during your time living there, they all groaned. “now we have to go to places that lili picks, too?” pope would ask, a mixture of unwillingness and awe laced in his voice. before kie could jump in to defend you (and herself), you would laugh once again. “sorry, pope. but i swear, my places are fun. you chug a couple beers, maybe pass around a joint before heading to that little mountain i was talking about? perfection.” you mimicked a chef’s kiss, but jj had already forgotten about the destination views you were explaining. “wait, did you say joint? kiara! why didn’t you tell me your girlfriend smokes? i would’ve pulled this bad boy out an hour ago!” and with that, he was reaching into his backpack, pulling out a blunt he’d rolled before the party with intentions of smoking it once the gang got back to john b’s. “jj... i don’t think you know what you just did by pulling that out in front of her,” kie warned. she knew your love for weed very well. jj simply grinned, turning to you to see you wearing the same devilish look. “well let’s find out, then! lil, you got a lighter?” the pogues were in for a long night of getting to know their new friend, and a long next day of driving around the obx with you and kie giving directions.

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mstarkeybabe · 3 years

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Rafe x y/n (18+)

Warnings: smut language ect the usual

Prompt: Y/n is his tutor and inexperienced and Rafe is well, Rafe.

Request are open!

NOT EDITED. Also very much so my first smut :)

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Rafe looked over at y/n. She was reading through is mock essay for his final exam for one of his college classes. And he was exhausted. They usually met up at the library on main street in Outer Banks but today it was closed and they decided to just go to the Cameron estate.

It was currently two am, and this was his last and final chance to wow the girl. Around 12 am, Ward came in and told y/n to just spend the night so his son can get it right. Rafe was a bit hesitant, but he knew he needed her help. After all. She is a eighteen year old senior who tutors college kids.

He had let the girl borrow a pair of his boxers and a tee shirt. She rolled up the boxers a few times and honestly he never really looked at her as something more than a tutor. He has always thought she was beautiful, stunning even. He always look forward to the sessions because she never made him feel like a disappointment.

Lately though, Rafe was over come with a sense of possessiveness when it came to the girl. It was strange because Rafe never understood his feelings about a lot of things. But her understood that Y/n Y/l/n was his without even acknowledging it.

He nervously fidgeted around. Trying not to stare at the girl. She was comfortably laying on the bed her head against the pillows. Holding the paper above her head.

He sat leaned against the head board, her hair was brushing his body, though he couldn’t feel it through his tee shirt. She put the paper down, with a smile. She sat up. Rafe exhaled at her expression.

“This was amazing Rafe. I think you are gonna do amazing come Monday.” She placed the paper on the bed side table.

Y/n was fidgeting with a few things on the night stand that were out of place, she knew Rafe liked his stuff tidy. When she turned her body back towards the blonde she caught him staring at her intently.

She felt he cheeks heat up when he flicked his eyes up to hers. A small smile on his lips. “You’re truly amazing, y/n. How about let’s watch a movie.” He slid off the bed throwing back the covers and signaling for her to come back.

Y/n had always liked Rafe. He was kind to her and rather funny. Though most of his jokes were a bit dark. She still laughed.

She tucked herself in next to the guy, he selected some Horror movie. She couldn’t remember if she told him that she hated them or not, but she didn’t want to complain. Unbeknownst to her Rafe did remember her 10 minute long rant on her hatred for Horror.

As the movie progressed she became more on edge, Rafe smirked to himself when he saw he inching closer to him. The first jump scare, the girl practically launched on him. He quickly wrapped his arms around her body, chuckling as she cursed him out for laughing.

Y/n was aware she was practically on him, her leg thrown over his thigh, her head was laying on his chest. Rafe had one of his arms on her lower back pinning her to his side and the other rested on her hand that is balled up into a loose fist on his stomach. Their bodies practically melded together.

Rafe could feel her body heat and she smelled like strawberries. “You okay?” He smirked down at her and she sent him a playful glare.

About twenty minutes later, Rafe shifted his thigh without thinking. Y/n let out a sharp exhale when his bare thigh grinds against her core. The thin material of the boxers did nothing to lessen the contact.

Rafe heard the sharp exhale, he didn’t say anything about it. Trying to get into a position that was comfortable for him. He bent his knee a bit, pushing his thigh further in between the girls legs.

Y/n absentmindedly grinded her core again his thigh. Rafe noticed her movement. He realized that he was pushing into her with every shift. Rafe moved his thigh, while pushing her lower back closer to him.

Y/n released a soft moan, that sound alone shot straight to his cock. He felt it harden under the waist band of his basketball shorts. He could feel her the wetness against his thigh.

Y/n was throbbing with need. She had never had the urge to do anything past kissing with a guy. She wasn’t a virgin but she just did it one drunken night with some random touron. But right now she needed to do something about her desires right now.

She rolled her hips against him again. Biting her lip to muffle a moan, she gripped his tee in her hand. Rafe moved his hand from her lower back, toying with the waist band that rested on her hip. The feeling of his fingers on her skin sent chills through her body.

Rafe hasn’t said anything so she is under the impression that he hasn’t noticed. Her core is pulsing to the point of pain. She had been biting back whimpers at the loss of stimulation.

Rafe was trying his best to give her the chance to stop this before it starts. She leaned deeper into his body, her hips are forcibly still by her own accord.

He could feel her chest against his side moving in fast breaths. They both didn’t acknowledge anything, and for the rest of the movie they stayed still and quiet.

The end credits rolling on the scene bring each other out of their heads. Their arousal both still very much there. Rafe turned off the tv, and the light. “As much as I love cuddling with you, I can’t sleep on my back.”

Y/n laughed and turned onto her side. Rafe shuffled around a bit. He laid down behind her, gripping her pulling her into him. She froze for a second when she felt warmth. He had taken off his shirt. Rafe had his arm under y/n’s head and she played with a ring on his hand.

“Rafe, during the movie..” she paused trying to find the words to say, “I’m sorry.” Rafe knew what she was talking about. It made him upset that she felt the need to apologize.

“Don’t be. It’s okay.” He meant it. He felt her shaking her head, “No, it was inappropriate, I’m sorry.”

Without another thought Rafe flipped her onto her back, she let out a little squeak of surprise. Rafe moved over her, his arms holding up his weight. His body laying between her thighs. He clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to grind his throbbing dick against her.

“Y/n, what happened is normal. Unless you have a boyfriend, then I suggest you break up with him because I could feel just how wet you were. And if you were mine and getting that worked up over another guy, I’d kill someone.” His voice came out rough, the thought of you having a boyfriend pissed him the fuck off. He never thought to ask. But he wasn’t lying, his possessiveness over you is unhealthy. He would kill someone.

“I don’t have anyone too break up with.” She replied. His words caused tension to build in her lower belly. She rolled her him to find something to relieve the tension. Her clothed pussy brushed against his swollen cock.

He looked down at the movement, a smirk painted his lips. He wanted to test the waters, he pushed his trapped dick against her, her hand gripped his forearm. “Rafe”

He grinded harder against her, as her hip met his movements. A whimper passed her lips, his eyes trained in her lip trapped between her teeth. Her eyes shot open when he stopped his movements. He wanted to kiss her, taste her, fuck her.

Y/n tried to move her hips to meet his, but he moved. Rafe was in charge, he sat up on his haunches. His hands trailed down her thighs. He ever so lightly let his pointer finger trail down the clothed slit.

“Fuck, baby. We haven’t even kissed yet and your this wet for me. You want my cock, huh?” the moan y/n let out at his words sent a thrill of need strait to Rafe’s cock.

He leaned his body down onto her again, letting her needy pussy grind onto his trapped cock. She pulled him down closer, attaching their lips. It was a frantic kiss, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance.

They were full out humping, but they both needed more. Rafe pulled away, tugging the hem of his tee off of her body. “No bra,” he trailed his fingers over her budded nipple. His lips attached to one of the nipples, y/n moaned tugging his hair at the nape of his neck.

She was desperate. Between the two bodies she managed to find a way to squeeze her hand and enter the borrowed boxers, she was rubbing small circles on her swollen clit.

Rafe noticed immediately, pulling off her chest and gripping her wrist. He pulled her two fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of the beautiful girl below him.

“Don’t do that,” he paused pulling off the boxers throwing them to the side. Placing his hand on her thighs keeping her legs apart, “this is mine, don’t touch it.” He ran two fingers down her bare slit, feeling how wet she was for him.

“Please, Rafe” she was begging. He began making soft circles on her clit, edging her. He leaned down and placed a kiss. “Be a good girl and stay still.”

He went to town of her pussy, her moans driving him to work harder, to please her. He entered one finger into her slick pussy. Y/n thought she would see stars, grinding her core into his face, “fuck, Daddy please.” Rafe pulled away, adding another finger to her pussy.

Y/n was unaware she just called him daddy, but fuck if it didn’t turn him on. He moved to her side keeping his two fingers at a steady pace. She opened her eyes when she felt him move spots. His gaze bounced between her pussy and the girl who’s mouth was slightly opened with pleasure.

He leaned down next to her ear, picking up the pace of his fingers. “Am I your daddy? Are you my needle little slut?” You nodded feeling your inner walls clench around his fingers.

“I’m gonna fuck your little cunt so hard that you squirt all over cock.” His words edged her closer to her peak, “but first your gonna come all over my fingers like a good girl.” And you did, gripping his arm as he praised and kissed you through your orgasm.

Rafe, slid off his shorts getting between your legs. He tapped his swollen cock on your soaked pussy lips. Her body jolted at the stimulation. “Are you ready baby?” His eyes were softer now, he new she wasn’t experienced, he couldn’t stop himself from asking a question that would either piss him off or make him feel like a fucking king.

“Anyone every been in my pussy before?” She hesitated, before nodding. He clenched his jaw, “looks like I’m gonna have to fuck the memory of him out of you.” He rammed his full length into her, he felt angry that he wasn’t the first. Bottoming out, “Daddy, fuc-“ her words died in her throat as he began to move.

He through her legs over his shoulder, leaning down so her knees were near her head. His hand coiled around her throat, “Who’s pussy is this? Huh? Is this my pussy?” He squeezed her throat a bit tighter after every statement, not too much she couldn’t breathe.

Y/n nodded, but when he paused a flipped her around to her stomach she knew it wasn’t a good enough answer. Ramming into her again, he pulled her up and against his chest, reaching around her front, delivering a swift smack to her clit. “Rafe, it’s yours. This is your pussy.”

He fucked her hard, “I’m gonna come,” her words were shaken, he flipped her back into missionary. “I want to see your face while you cum on my cock.”

Her nails pierced his skin, her back arched as her walls squeezed onto his cock. She came with a loud moan, Rafe following behind her soon.

The pair laid next to each other catching their breath. “Would you maybe wanna go out on a date?” She asked, Rafe laughed pulling her into his side, “baby you’ve been mine the second I first saw you fall over a chair in the library.” Laughing at the memory, you give him a kiss.

“But seriously, your mine. If I see someone even hug you I’ll kill them.” Rolling your eyes, Rafe narrowed his eyes, “did you just roll your eyes?” Rolling them dramatically for his own amusement.

“Guess I didn’t prove my point enough. Let me refresh your memory.”

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The end

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lulumaybank · 3 years

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CLEANING WOUNDS-JJ MAYBANK

warnings: blood, cuts

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“JJ.” you sighed as you let your boyfriend into your house.

Your heart broke at the sight of his face and you wanted to cry. He had a cut threw his eyebrow, on his mouth. Dried blood on his top, and red patches on his cheeks that were probably going to turn into bruises.

He sniffed and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

You pulled him into a hug immediately, closing the door with your hand at the same time.

He practically broke down in your arms as he stuffed his face into your neck.

“Didnt know who else to come to.” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

“It’s okay, are you thirsty? Do you want anything to eat. Are you okay?”

Was he okay? That’s the question. He shook his head, arms wrapping his arms around you and stumbling backwards. “No.”

“Okay, it’s okay.” you said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m going to clean you up.”

He nodded as you lead him to your bathroom. “Sit on the stool. I’m just gonna go get some things.”

You placed a kiss on his cut lip and let the room quickly to get a few bits.

When you came back, JJ was practically almost half asleep but he jumped away when you entered the room. You got a rag and ran it under the cold tap for a few seconds.

You rang it out and stepped closer to JJ, lifting his jaw up with your fingers. You started to slowly dab it and he winced at the fabric on his cut.

“Usually I would love his position.” he joked. You were stood in between his parted legs, lent over a little bit and your boobs were practically in his face.

You didn’t realise that and you pulled away, rolling your eyes and put the rag under the tap again.

“Perv. Shut up, i’m trying to take care of you.”

“Okay, sorry baby.” he said, rubbing the inside of your thigh when you came back to stand in between your legs.

“You cant keep living like this, JJ.” you said, getting the last bits of blood away from his face. You knew it was his father who was giving him the cuts and bruises.

There were some bruises already forming, but you couldn’t do anything about that.

“I can’t exactly get away from my dad, can i?” JJ said.

“We’ll figure something out. I’ve cleaned your cuts up.”

JJ pulled you onto his lap. “Thank you.”

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Hello hope you doing well

Could I request a Kiara Carrera x sister reader for the Autumn Prompts number 4 thank you

4. decorating for Halloween

"Okay, and where should this go?" Kie holds up a big spider.

"Ew! Nowhere!" Y/N cries, backing away from the fake creature as Kie laughs.

"Oh, come on, Y/N/N. Spiders are everywhere on Halloween." Kie says.

"No." Y/N whines.

"All right, all right, we'll come back to it." Kie puts the fake spider down and grabs a plastic Jack-O-Lantern. "Where's this go?"

"There." Y/N points to one side of the door. Kie puts it there and Y/N grabs the matching plastic Jack-O-Lantern, putting it on the other side.

They finish decorating and Kie puts the big fake spider by the door and up high.

"I think we did great." Kie says.

"We could've left the spider out." Y/N grumbles.

#kie carrera #kiara carrera #kie carrera blurb #kiara carrera blurb

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rubiehart · 20 days

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send requests im writing lotsss tomorrow!! :p

request jj, john b, pope, kie and sarah!!

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youmarin · 2 years

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Coastal Hikes | JJ Maybank Blurb

A/N: I shouldn't be writing rn but heeey. Didn't really proofread so sorry about that if my English got fucked up somewhere. Inspired by the place I went to yesterday (only that I didn't have a JJ. Added some of the photos I took to help you immerse in the story). Also I sometimes write dialogue between the pogues and don't specify who's speaking just for you to figure it out. I mean I hope I'm doing a good job on that lol. Is this really blurb or do you call it imagine or whatever other name? Idk either but you can either see it as being connected to the fic (though it would be way forward in the story), or not. It doesn't really matter. Enjoy this little piece and until next time. ~Y♡

Summary: JJ takes you on a date and gives you surfing lessons, you go hiking and then have a nice day at the beach just the two of you. (me encanta el resumen pfff).

Relationships: JJ Maybank x reader, pogues x reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.2K (honestly I thought it' would be half of this at least).

JJ and you had gone to the beach on a date. The waves were perfect for surfing, and he had insisted on teaching you how to do it.

“I can’t believe you lived on an island, moved to another island and you still haven’t learned.” , he said, making you roll your eyes.

First, he had explained to you the correct posture, and had done a little demonstration while you observed sitting on your board (it was his too, if you liked it he’ll definitely give you one). He made it look so easy as he approached the wave and stood up on his board, riding it effortlessly.

You had seen him surf before, but still admired how he kept going until the wave crashed and the momentum died down. John B had said it, he was the best.

“You saw that?” he exclaimed happily, proud of his skill. You nodded with a sweet smile. That was until you remembered it was your turn now. “Try to get the next one.”

From a reasonable distance, he watched attentively as you tried to follow what he did earlier. He cheered in encouragement as you both got up on your boards.

5 seconds and you toppled over, coming up to the surface gasping for air, your board floating near you. Just in time to see JJ get down of his and swim towards you to check if you were okay.

That happened nearly every time. JJ couldn’t help but laugh at your frustrated expression. It didn’t matter if you liked it or not, he knew you would try your best. “Don’t feel bad, baby. You’ve been doing it very well." He kissed your forehead. “Do you want to stop?”

After a while, you both got out of the water. You had brought food and drinks so you got where you had left your things and sat down.

“You wanna go for a walk?” He proposed as he stood up from his position sitting in between your legs.

You took the hand he offered to you and got up.

“JJ, where the hell are we going?” You said after approximately twenty minutes walking. You weren’t walking near the water anymore. You had followed a trail some feet away, a difficult one with tree roots and stones, so you had to watch your step and your head from hitting the lower branches. It started to go up, and you could see giant boulders below near the coast, turquoise water in constant motion.

“There’s another beach on the other side and I heard there's like this secret spot.” You wondered how he learned the secret.

Twenty minutes turned into nearly an hour, and you still hadn’t found the place JJ talked to you about. But you had stopped a few times when the trail dipped down again towards the water, swimming and taking pictures.

“I know it’s around here.” He said very sure of himself. You thought about what the other pogues would’ve said to him, or to you for enabling him. You just hoped you didn’t get lost because your phone coverage was long gone, not even the lowest bar showing.

At first when you grabbed your bag he had told you to leave it back but now when he asked you for a water bottle with an innocent smile, seeing your I told you face, he was glad you didn’t do it.

Well, he knew about the place, he just didn’t know how far it was. And just as he started worrying that maybe this was a bad idea and that you probably were hating this date, you reached some stairs.

The way from there on was easier and when you got to the highest point, you took in the scenery. In front of you, down below, you could see the beach, and then endless blue as the ocean stretched away. “It’s beautiful, JJ.” he smiled as he saw your awed face. You leaned your head against him as he wrapped an arm around you.

As you got back, you two went for a promenade along the beach and after some time you decided it was time to go.

When you got back to the Château, you were greeted by John B, “Welcome back, lovebirds.”, who instantly held out his hand waiting for JJ to give back the keys of his van as JJ assured him he didn’t leave a scratch on it. JJ was a good driver, he just didn’t take speed limits seriously. But he was with you so he made sure to be more careful.

“How was your date?”

“You want the scoop so you can go gossip with Kie and Pope later?” JJ told him and John B shrugged, unable to deny it.

“As your best friend I should be the first to hear about it.” He proceeded to tell you both that sure enough, Kie and Pope would show up anytime now.

When you both had showered, you went outside, where John B and Pope were starting a bonfire and Kie walked up to you, greeting you both.

You ate, drank and after a while you and JJ moved to lay on a hammock.

You were snuggled beside him and so it was way more inevitable to miss that something was on his mind.

“You’re very quiet tonight.” You noticed, lifting your head from his chest as you moved to look up at him.

“Miss the sound of my voice?”

“Right, that was it.” you said sarcastically, though you knew he could talk about whatever and no matter if you didn’t really understand what he was talking about you loved listening to him. “Is something wrong?” You asked, being serious now. He stirred the now empty bottle in his hand and sighed.

“It’s just that we spent today doing things that I like and I should’ve thought more about you because maybe you weren’t having fun.” He admitted as he kept avoiding your gaze.

“Is that it?” He nodded. “JJ, I loved it. I got an entire day to spend with you and you shared the things you like with me.” You kissed him, making him finally turn to look at you. He was flustered, but it went unnoticed by you, the orange glow that the fire casted over his face and golden hair making him shine in the darkness of the night. Seeing that smile that reached his eyes made him look even more bright and more handsome than you thought possible. God, you were down bad for him and he still doubted sometimes.

He said nothing but instead chose to kiss you back, hoping he could convey all that he was feeling. He was about to tell you that he loved you right there.

“You two, get a room.” John B broke the moment and your little bubble, making you and JJ laugh, as the latter gave him a middle finger.

“That’s envy speaking. If Sarah was here you wouldn’t even notice us.”

You all kept chatting the night away, and a few moments later, sleep started to take over you. You tried to shake it off but after talking with JJ a little longer you couldn’t fight it anymore. He kissed the top of your head.

“You two are so cute it’s disgusting.”

“I know. We’re cute as hell.”

“And now you ruined it.”

“Are you going to tell us about your date? I mean, not even John B has mentioned anything.”

JJ started retelling the events of the day to his friends, avoiding to gesture too much as he spoke to not bother you. He knew you were a heavy sleeper and they’ll need another hurricane to wake you up but still he told his friends to keep their voices down. He even showed them the pictures you took together.

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s1ater · 2 years

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don’t move.

pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader, but a little rafe cameron x fem!reader tension

about. when rafe finds out john b’s back and raids the chateau, no one’s there to be found… except reader.

warnings. foul language, guns

ricky rocks. idek, maybe i’ll make a part two lmk ig

“can i help you, boys?”

rafe cursed lowly to himself as he turned slowly along with barry, gripping his gun tightly.

“did you not check the house?” rafe grunted lowly towards barry who only frowned hard, looking at you and then to the shotgun you had gripped highly.

you had been hid snug in the coat closet of the chateau, almost terrified out of your wits as you had heard someone ransack the small home; but coming upon realization it was only rafe and his goon, barry. your fear had gone straight out the window as you had quite literally watched the two of them from the window before quickly searching the room you and jj both shared for the shotgun you had stolen from your father’s old and neglected gun cabinet.

you weren’t afraid.

“y/n,” rafe seemed hesitant, eyeing you as if trying to figure out how to get out of this situation, but he knew he couldn’t with the high possibility of you shooting him with any drastic move he’d make. “just thought i’d pay you and your old friend john b a visit.”

of course.

“what?”

“you know, the guy who used to live here? brown hair, had a thing for my sister.”

“rafe, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“i think you know what i’m talking about,” he attempted to take a step closer to you, but only for you to cock the shotgun. it made him back up fast, raising his arms up slowly. “y/n.. you don’t want to shoot me.”

“really?” you quirked a brow, wanting him just to explain why.

“you don’t want my dead body on your conscious.”

“you would know what that’s like, wouldn’t you, rafe?”

he clenched his jaw, directing his line of vision away from you and to the ground, as if he was holding himself back; talking himself down.

“just.. put your gun down, girly,” barry’s eyes switched between you and rafe, attempting to undermine any harm rafe could play out right now if he didn’t say anything.

you weren’t scared, but you knew what rafe was capable of. you knew he probably wasn’t afraid of hurting you and the only thing keeping him from that was barry and your gun.

“you first,” you nodded toward the handgun they both held to their sides. barry almost trying his best to hide his from your line of sight as he shifted it close behind him.

“look, i know you’re lying,” rafe spoke again, practically charging toward you with the wide step he took toward you. “and i won’t hurt you…” the barrel of the gun touched his chest and he didn’t even flinch, “if you just tell me the truth.”

his hand reached out, attempting to touch your face till you flinched away fast, elbowing his arm away fast, “don’t fucking touch me, asshole.”

“what’re you going to do,” he laughs, shifting back on his feet. “you’re just a little girl with a gun.”

“rafe let’s just leave.”

“a girl that knows how to use a gun.”

“then prove it, y/n,” he dips his head toward you with a mocking smile, challenging you, “shoot that big gun of yours, little girl.”

“your daddy’s not here to save you this time rafe, you sure you want to me to do that?”

“rafe, let’s go,” barry grabs onto his broad shoulder, trying to pull him off from his leaning position, his daring position. “rafe.”

“do it.”

“rafe!” barry roughly pulled him away from you, almost sending him to the ground before pushing him aside as if speaking to him privately, “what’re we fucking doing, man, it’s obvious they’re not here.”

“it’s obvious-“

“nah, knock it the fuck off,” barry’s eyes met yours for a split second before looking back to rafe. “let’s get out of here.”

you watched them walk off slowly before rafe turned around while slowly walking backward, “this isn’t over, trader.”

his words were sour and you could feel your blood beginning to pulse through your veins even faster than before. maybe… you were a bit afraid.

“are you okay?” you felt jj’s arm wrap around your waist the moment his feet hit the ground.

“yeah,” you breathed out, leaning into his grasp after you dropped the gun. “there’s no one like rafe cameron.”

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