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writing-with-emy · 1 year

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My prompt-list #1

All my prompt lists in one place: 🪽🪽

#1 - "Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?" ; "That's called a threat." ; "Damn."

#2 - "Do you trust her?" ; "No.. but I trust her anger."

#3 - "We're lost." ; "No we aren't!" ; "Yes we are!" ; "No we aren't!" ; "Fine then - Mr./Ms. Navigator, where are we?" ; "Errr... uh, we are right here."

#4 - "I won't let you die." ; "I don't think that's how it works." ; "I am death, honey. I decide how it works."

#5 - Where is the Idiot, anyway?" ; "I'm right here." ; "Suprisingly enough, I'm not talking about you this time."

#6 - "How dare you! I... I trusted you! ; "Sweet, naive little girl/boy. Trust is for children. You, my dear, are a soldier."

#7 - "Your arm is bleeding." ; "Oh really? I hadn't noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my arm, but thanks for letting me know."

#8 - "Are you sober?" ; "I'm moderately functional." ; "I'll take that as a no."

#9 - "What's our exit strategy?" ; "Our What?" ; "Oh my god, we're all going to die."

#10 - "Watch your mouth kid. You are one sentence away from starting a war."

#11 - "I- I can't stop it. I'm sorry..." ; "It's okay, it's okay. Just breathe. You don't have to be sorry for anything. I've got you."

#12. - "Don't tell me you haven't noticed the way they watch you, how they whisper when you appear. They think you're going to save them."

#13 - "You give out pieces of yourself to people but you never let them see the whole picture. I've seen it. I know who you are."

#14 - "Did you really not see it? Or were you too afraid to look?"

#15 - "If you do that again, I'll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?" ; "Checking how high the drop is, see if it's worth it."

#16 - "Why are you staring at me like that?" ; "I think I just... finally understood you."

#17 - "You know I'll win.' ; "And you know I'll fight."

#18 - "Hey! Watch it! You're scaring her!" ; "ME scaring HER!?"

#19 - "I don't like saying 'I told you so', but-" ; "The hell you don't, it's you favorite phrase."

#20 - "Just because you are speaking in a different language, doesn't mean that I don't know when you are cursing me out."

#21 - "Did you get my note?" ; "Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping."

#22 - "You say you were my family. But where were you when I was hurt, when I needed someone, when I needed you? You weren't here, but they were. Always."

#23 - "I think I actually hate you." ; "Yeah I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

#24 - "You look very nice tonight, I love your-" ; "What do you want?"

#25 - "There's no Happy Ending to this right?" ; "Not really, no."

#26 - "Let this be a dream, I can't take it if it's reality."

#27 - "How on earth do you open a girl's diary lock?" ; "Trust me I got this, I had sisters growing up."

#28 - "It's okay to cry." I held their face in my hands. "It's okay."

#29 - "It's a long Story' ; "You convinced me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time."

#30 - "I feel like I'm being stabbed." ; "How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed."

#31 - "You are the worst human being on the face of planet earth." ; "Aw, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

#32 - "You are all remarkably well behaved tonight... What did you do?"

#33 - "You're not my favorite person today." ; "I'm not your favorite Person on any day."

#34 - "Just take a deep breath or something!" ; "TAKE A DEEP BREATH!? It feels like my insides are being RIPPED OUT!"

#35 - "What kind of noise was that?" ; "I sneezed." ; "That was NOT a sneeze."

#36 - "I hate you." ; "Why? I'm lovely."

#37 - "Bring them home. All of them." ; "But-" ; "All. Of. Them."

#38 - "Who are we to each other?" ; "You tell me."

#39 - "If you're going to break my heart, can we do it outside?" ; "But it's raining." ; "That way I can go all-in on my melodramatic movie moment."

#40 - "I don't want to look like a princess, I want to look like a formerly evil queen who reluctantly redeemed herself for the side of good." ; "You read too much." ; "Damn right I do."

#41 - "Why are you doing that?" ; "Doing what?" ; "Treating me like a person."

#42 - "I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl." ; "I didn't either."

#43 - "I thought you said you knew how to get inside!?" ; "Yeah, well, that was a lie."

#44 - "Hold on, you died." ; "Yeah, well it didn't stick."

#45 - "You don't scare me. Your anger scares me."

#46 - "Hey! Those are mine!" ; "Not anymore!"

#47 - "Are you there?" ; "Physically, yes. Mentally is debatable."

#48 - "I mean, yeah, I didn't need my heart anyway. Who cares if it breaks."

#49 - "We can't just steal it!" ; "Of course not! We'll just borrow it for a little while... while they aren't looking."

#50 - "I'm really nervous." ; "Why's that." ; "...I've never danced before."

#51 - "You love her don't you?" ; "Was it that obvious?"

#52 - "Ten years of friendship and this is the treatment I get." ; "I met you yesterday!"

#53 - "Can I keep it?" ; "No." ; Pleeease!" ; "...fine."

#54 - "I was just kind of hoping that you'd, y'know... fall in love with me."

#55 - "What are you doing up at four in the morning?" ; "I might ask you the same thing."

#56 - "Don't get up, I'm comfortable like this."

#57 - "Why are your hands purple?" ; "That's a very good question."

#58 - "So what's your plan?" ; "My plan was to follow your plan!"

#59 - "This is the worst plan ever." ; "Why? Because I made it?" ; "Yes."

#my prompts #fanfiction prompts #dialogue prompts #fic prompt #euphoria imagine #stranger things imagine #outer banks imagine

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micamicster · 1 year

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How I Would Fix Outer Banks (i have seen about half of season one. not in order. So you understand that i am an expert)

-Pope is the main character and the one with the family link to the treasure. the hunt for the gold (the hidden treasure of a free black man and the founder of their town) is a hunt for popes family’s inheritance which disappeared after Tanney is murdered. This could actually make the show good

-better dialogue. This would not necessarily make the show Good but it would make it Fun which it crucially needs. What does a girl have to do around here to get some dialogue that establishes character and relationships while actually being entertaining to listen to! You guys know that teenagers are funny right? Like they’re very very funny. Writers of teen shows do you know thsi please respond

Tada! Fixed <3

#if teenagers who enjoy this show see this post do not get upset i respect your bad taste we have all been there <3 #I just think if a show is going to be bad it should at least be entertaining! and the dialogue in this show is. not that #ok now a compliment for the show: very beautiful sunsets. makes me want to be on the water with my friends no shoes salt in hair just messin #outer banks

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stxrslut · 5 days

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ur headcanons im obsessed omg !!! how do u think rafe will be when u suddenly go into subspace? when the two of u havent even been touchy in particular but u got close to him n start leaning onto his arm and pawing at him.. he knows where ur head is at by then.. 🐈‍⬛

I feel like this is honestly a regular experience and Rafe knows how to handle it.

I can imagine this happening at the country club or something, maybe while you’re out on the golf course with him and his friends. you’d just start to feel your head go fuzzy and pout, making your way over to your boyfriend from the golf cart.

you don’t say anything, just moving to hang off his arm like a little accessory while he waits his turn on the course. he doesn’t take much notice of it at first, but it’s when you start trying to bite and lick at the skin on his bicep that he catches on. “hey—” he pulls you away gently, slipping his thumb into your mouth for a second to calm you from the loss of contact “you with me? or you gone right now?”

“wanna be with daddy…” your brows furrow as your voice warbles around the digit in your mouth. he just sighs and pulls you back into his side, carefully extracting his thumb and making you whine. “gotta wait till I’ve finished here sweetie, then I promise daddy’ll take you home and take good care of you, ‘kay?”

you want to protest but you know he knows best and so you just nod, bottom lip jutting out. he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, “good job baby. you wanna take my card and use your phone to buy yourself somethin’ nice? what about that new bag you’ve been wantin’? yeah, here you go.” he smiles before handing you his black card, the item itself sexy, even more so in the hands of your boyfriend.

“thankyou daddy.” you smile, making him tsk and push you back off to the gold cart where you were sitting. sex could come later, for now, shopping spree.

#🐈‍⬛ anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe concepts #rafe blurb #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron dialogues

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diqldrunks · 26 days

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rafe cameron trying to get you to sleep…

a/n: new format!! if you have any reqs for dialogues with the obx men, send them in <3

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

"cmon, it's late"

"i'm not tired"

"well it's a good thing i didn't ask about that then — isn't it doll?"

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

"stop acting like a grumpy parent rafe"

"oh you are not taking me seriously enough"

"you're in full dad mode — wait, where are you going?"

"i'm unplugging the wifi so your show won't load and you'll go to sleep"

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

"i am not tired, i—" (yawns)

"do you want to try that again? maybe without yawning mid sentence? no, don't frown at me. it's that just all this yawning doesn't really help your case does it sweets?"

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

rafe taglist (lmk if you want to be added!); @izabellaemerson @spiderflunk @kitty-m30w @vincapandora @uraesthete @wickedtactics @harmoneeee24 @starkeybae @fairydvstss @alexiskirkland @devils-blackrose @makaylalovessmut @winterrrnight @clearbolts @slayystuff @neilove @littlemissborntolose @emyslittlebubble @ldrsog @stargrltara @isabelllauer @alexasznisforever @zizuras @sadgirlelenora @djosfuture @leaskisses444 @rafesgiirl @keziahcore @stxrslut @fclklqre

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whorefordean · 11 months

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Prompt lists

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Unrequited love

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honeymoonavsstuff · 2 years

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Prompts list<3

‘Can we talk?’

‘Please, don’t do that.’

‘I’m leaving.’

‘I think I love you.’

‘I think it’s broken.’

‘I’ve not been feeling myself lately.’

‘Oh no, please don’t cry!’

‘I’m sorry, have we met before?’

‘This can’t be real, this has to be a dream.’

‘You promised.’

“Close your eyes — I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Why do you have to be strong all the time?”

“Why do I have to be strong all the time?”

"Why can’t you just look at me for one second?!”

“Just get out. Get out and leave me alone.”

“Just wait a little longer, we’re almost there.”

“I told you I’d do anything for you.”

“I never stopped loving you.”

“I need to get you warm. I know you’re tired, but I can’t let you sleep, okay? Just stay with me, stay with me—”

“ And you believed them?”

“Don’t… don’t touch me.”

“It’s always been just you and me. You and me. No one else.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

“Everyone keeps saying that this is all in my head, but I know it’s not, I know it’s real!”

“Please come home, I miss you.”

“And after all this time, after all these years, here I thought that you were out there somewhere, hoping to come home. But here you are, running away, cowering from even the thought of it.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“Who gave you that bruise?”

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt you.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“Come over here and make me.”

“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“You leave whenever you feel like it.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“This isn’t ‘just a game’ to me.”

“Why don’t you just go?”

“No, it’s not like that.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“What’s the point?”

“Screw you.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I swear, if you say another word, I’ll leave.”

“It’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“Why do you keep bringing it up?”

“You say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“Maybe in another life.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Stop making empty promises!”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m done. we’re done.”’

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, screw society.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“You would do that for me?”

"It’s okay to cry…”

“Can I do your hair?”

“You’re not broken, you never have been.”

“I’m literally begging you to stop taking love advice from romcoms.”

“Wait, no, don’t take kisses away from me.”

“Okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“Oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“How did you fail a survey?”

“When’s the last time I told you, really told you, that I love you?”

“You’re not very intimidating.”

“That was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Yeah, okay, but I’m cooler.”

“You’re still mad?”

"What do you mean? You have me."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"You make life better."

"What?" "Nothing, you're just beautiful."

#writing prompt #dialogue prompt #outer banks #jj maybank #jj x reader #rafe obx #imagines #pope outer banks #john b routledge #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron #kiara carerra imagine #sarah cameron x female reader #topper thorton imagine

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blairswldorfs · 1 year

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Guys, JB and Sarah are kind of doing it for me

#gi watches outer banks #KAKSKW one episode later and I’m like actually…:#the thing is there’s something weird I don’t like I don’t know if it’s the acting or the dialogue #but at the same time their chemistry is kind of good and they are fun #outer banks #tv shows

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https-florals · 1 year

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banana pancakes - j.m.

word count: 2,347

summary: soft slow morning sex with JJ.

warnings: smut under the cut, minors dni!!! really soft fluffy smut, very slight dacryphilia (literally just mentioned in dialogue)

a/n: would have never guessed that outer banks would be the hyperfixation to pull me out of my smut writing block but here we are!!! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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You could never wake up in a bad mood at the Chateau. Even on the mornings after partying hard, the hangover always seemed a little weaker; not as rough and it would have been anywhere else. It’s like the place was laced with dopamine, a bubbly warmth spreading through your body the second you walked in. It was a similar feeling creeping through your veins right now, waking up with JJ’s face buried in your neck.

Laughter and the sound of cookware clashing together come from the kitchen. Somebody is blaring Jack Johnson, and you hum to the song as you try to extract yourself from JJ’s grasp.

He groans, shifting so most of his body weight is on top of you.

“J!” you manage to choke out, trying to squeeze out from under him.

“S’too early,” he grumbles, pushing his face into your chest. You can practically feel him grin against your boobs, and you roll your eyes as you finally push him off.

“You’re such a perv,” you joke as JJ rolls onto his back, hands behind his head. He’s so pretty in mid-morning light, you think as you watch the soft shift of muscle in his bicep. The ends of his dirty-blonde hair are so sun-bleached that they glow in the sun like pure gold, and you card your fingers through it like it’s an involuntary reflex.

JJ is still grinning as he takes your wrist and presses a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Morning, sweetheart.” He pulls you back on top of him, like he’s stuck to your skin with superglue. With his chest bare underneath your fingertips, you think that JJ Maybank is the prettiest boy on the cut. You kiss him, hoping to get the point across. It’s like pure heaven when his hands smooth up your thighs to rest on your hips, playing with the band of your underwear as he pushes your shirt- his shirt- up. You could never get tired of mornings like this.

JJ’s tongue has just slipped over yours when there’s a loud clanging somewhere in the back of the house, then someone shouting, “Pancakes are done!”

You practically jump off him, much to his disappointment, and yank on a pair of his boxers that’s resting on the dresser.

“Hey!” JJ whines as you slip through the doorway.

“I’m gonna bring you some!” you promise. Everybody except you and JJ are in the kitchen, you realize as you step into the room. The little galley- style kitchen is a little too packed, with Kiara flipping pancakes on one side, Sarah cutting up strawberries and bananas on the other. Pope is sat at the table with all his textbooks spread out, and John B is rolling joints across from him. It’s such a mismatched little group, but you couldn’t love it more. You snatch a strawberry from Sarah’s cutting board, yelping when she tries to pinch you in return.

“Look who’s up,” Kiara says, smiling as she flips two pancakes onto a plate. “If you’re trying to take these to JJ, I’m not letting you. He can come get them himself.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing the plate. “Do you wanna deal with a hungry JJ? Cause I don’t wanna deal with a hungry JJ.”

Kie sighs, but nods and puts two more pancakes on your plate nevertheless. You utter a thank you, then Sarah is piling fruit on top of your stack. “It’s sweet, how you act all motherly.”

“Freud would be so proud,” Pope comments, not even looking up at you.

You fake gag, Sarah bumping against you as she laughs.

Kie calls him out, saying, “Don’t make it gross, Pope.”

Maple syrup is your last pancake topping, and with two forks and some napkins in hand, you’re all set. You’re focusing on balancing the plate in one hand and your metal water bottle in the other, when John B shouts after you, “Remind J we’ve got a surfing date.” He holds up one of the joints, adding, “I’m even packing us a picnic.”

“I gotta get this study guide done,” Pope states. “Take your time.” He waves you off, and with that you slip back into the bedroom, just to find JJ sound asleep again. You set the plate on the nightstand, and crawl over him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “J,” you whisper, rolling your hips into his without even realizing what you’re doing. His eyes fly open, hands clamping onto your hips. “And I’m the perv?”

You sit up, frowning, but JJ keeps you where you are, hands like a vise. “I was trying to give you breakfast in bed, but of course all you think about is sex,” you scold, like a liar.

His expression hasn’t changed from that punchdrunk grin. “What kind of breakfast are we talkin’ here?” He’s proving your point and he knows it, but you can’t say much. You’d let him do whatever he wanted to you at any time, but the pancakes are warm, and you don’t want them soggy. You climb off him as he leans up, and set the plate in his lap. “You need like, real nourishment.”

“I could live off you and be the healthiest man on earth.” JJ’s grin is cocky, his hand not leaving your hip.

You roll your eyes, ignoring the little twist in your stomach, and take a bite of the pancakes. They’re perfect, and you force a bite into JJ’s mouth before he can protest.

“Isn’t that so good!” you exclaim, taking a few more bites before you give him the fork.

“Bet it doesn’t taste good as you, though.” He sets the plate on the bedside table, pulling you onto his lap again. JJ kisses you soundly, tasting like bananas and syrup.

“You’re supposed to go surfing with the boys,” you remind him as he trails kisses down your neck, and he pauses.

“Baby.”

“Yeah?”

“I got all the time in the world. Now do you want me to fuck you or not?”

You wrinkled your nose, answering with a “Fuck is such a harsh word.” But you’re pulling the blanket up around you and wiggling out of your underwear.

“Fine. Make love,” he laughs, and you can feel him twitch through his boxers. He’s already hard and it makes you smile.

“That’s just a little cringe,” you reply, taking his hand and pushing it between your legs.

JJ kisses you as his fingers dip into you, forever loving the way you gasp against his lips. “Whatever you want, I’m your man.”

“My man needs to touch me,” you state, grinding into his palm, desperate for a little friction.

His eyebrows quirk up, and two fingers slip into you quick, working you open. “Then who the hell’s fingers are in you right now?”

You slump against him as his thumb begins to circle your clit.

“You’re soaked, baby,” he groans.

Of course you’re still wet. It’s a little bit leftover form last night, from JJ fucking you hard like you were dying tomorrow. It’s also partly from the sun bouncing off his hair, the slope of his abdomen, the gravel in his voice as he sweet-talks you. “Think you can take it?”

You nod fervently, pushing his boxers down and positioning yourself over him. You’re still a little achy from last night, but the tiny discomfort is worth it.

That first push is always heaven. Your foreheads are pressed together as you sink down onto him, breathing in tandem. It’s slow and soft like a Saturday morning, all smiles and gentle touches.

“All mine,” is the only thing tumbling past JJ’s lips as he fucks up into you, his pupils blown.

You’re both quiet, all too aware of your friends still in the house, but the sex isn’t rushed. His hands creep under your tshirt, thumb grazing your nipple and staying there. You could never get tired at the way he smiles at each of your little noises. His head is tilted back against the stack of pillows, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as he fucks you gently.

“J,” you exhale, hands flat on the plane of his stomach. “You’re so fucking pretty.” You can’t help but babble on, practically drunk on his taste, his smell.

“Shut up. I’m gonna come in two seconds if you keep talkin’ like that.

You smile, and fall quiet for a moment as you kiss him. It’s open-mouthed and messy, sharing breath.

His eyes are wider than the moon and bluer than the aquamarine stone in your necklace.

He slips his hand between you, finger just grazing your clit. A almost pornographic moan slips past his lips as you clench around him at that first touch, and you do the same in quick succession as he rubs that little bundle of nerves again. His rhythym stays slow, and though it stutters a bit, it doesn’t falter. You like rough sex as much as the next girl, but something about this lazy morning intimacy drives you wild. You swear you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock, the gentle speed making everything so heightened. JJ feels the same. He takes his time with you, rough palms smoothing over every curve of your body. There isn’t a square centimeter if your skin that JJ hasn’t touched.

He deepens the pressure on your clit little by little, but still keeping the slow pace.

You’re a mess, whining and writhing above him.

“Come on, sugar. You need to come, pretty girl?”

You slump against him, with your mouth on his collarbone, and whine.

He tilts your head up so his eyes meet yours, and he shushes you softly. “Lemme hear you ask.”

“Please, J.”

“Fuck.” His eyes roll back as he bounces you a little quicker, rubs your clit a little harder. His touch slips away for just a second, and you groan, brows furrowed. “What the fuck, J?” It’s a little rude, and he smacks your ass as a little rebuke.

“You’re being mean,” he shushes as he sits up and pulls your legs around him. The slight shift lets him hit a little deeper, and your head rolls back. JJ has a cocky grin plastered on his face, and it just gets wider when his fingers return to your clit. “Feel good, darlin’?”

You can only get out two coherent words in between your stifled moans, babbling, “S’good. S’good.”

A knot begins to tighten in your abdomen, hot and heavy. JJ knows your signs all too well, and keeps pressing on.

“You close?”

Like he doesn’t know the answer. You nod, and he presses his forehead against yours.

“I want you kissing me when you come, pretty. Think you can do that?”

The task seems simple enough, but as JJ pushes you closer to the edge, your head keeps falling back, causing him to remove his fingers and use that same hand to push your face back to his. “I had one request, baby. C’mon.” His tone is playful, but it’s frustrating nonetheless. You’re determined to keep your lips on his.

You can feel him twitch inside you, and the knot in your stomach begins to unravel. Your mouth is open against his, breath hitching in little sobs, tongues meeting then parting then meeting again.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck, and JJ kisses you hard, just in time to at least muffle your moans. He stutters inside you as he fucks you through your high, and it takes seconds for him to come crashing down with you. JJ has always been noisy, almost more than you at times, and you have to clamp you hand over his mouth as he groans a string of curse words randomly interjected with your name. There’s a lull to the movement of both your hips, but he doesn’t pull out immediately. You can feel the mix of you two slipping out, and you move off of him, grinning at his annoyed whine. “Just wanna have you sit on me for a while, babe,” he pleads.

“You have a surf date,” you remind him, kissing his cheek.

“Surf date, smursh date,” he mutters, swinging his legs off the bed and pushing himself up.

You drink in the view as you crawl under the covers and grab the plate of pancakes. His back muscles bunch and smooth as he pulls on his trunks and a cutoff tee. “Y’know, we could have slow sex for the rest of our lives and I’d never get bored,” you muse, taking a bite of pancake. They’re a little cold and soggy now, but you don’t mind that much.

“Yeah, but you’re so pretty when you cry.”

“Don’t be gross. You’re not changing my mind on this, Maybank.”

He kisses you on the forehead, soft and sweet. “Let’s go out tonight,” he proposes, switching the subject seamlessly.

“And do what?”

JJ pushes the baby hairs out of your face, answering, “Let’s go out on the boat! I’ll bring some weed and snacks, and you just bring your pretty little self. We’ll figure out something to do.”

You give him a dubious look, but your excitement peeks through. “Why do I feel like that something is gonna be sex?”

“Well, I was thinking we could stargaze, but I’m cool with sex if you are.”

You punch him in the arm and he laughs, pinching your sides in return.

“J!”

“C’mon, baby, it’ll be fun!”

You finally grab his hands in an effort to keep him from tickling you. “We can’t have sex on the boat. Sound carries so bad out on the water. The whole island would hear.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Maybe I want the whole island to know that I, JJ Maybank, am fucking the hottest girl in Kildare.”

You push his head away and press your lips together, trying to feign disgust, but you’re blushing.

JJ kisses you and wipes the look off your face. “So, 8?”

“You’re such a freak,” you laugh.

He opens the door and starts to slip out. “Only for you.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank imagine #obx #obx3 #obx fanfiction #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #rudy pankow #jj obx fic

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