Ok Ignore This Becaause Im Dimrubk Asf But Imagine Jj Kissing You All Over And Then Fucking Your Brains

ok ignore this becaause I’m dimrubk asf but Imagine jj kissing you all over and then fucking your brains out until you could barely breathe is it just me or does this sound like the dream because I would literally die for this like omg

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Giving him body worship because he’s so pretty. He’s such a pretty boy while he fucks you so deeply, his eyes pouring into yours as you tell him how much you love his body. How he fucks you better than anyone ever has.

the crush

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warnings: nsfw , fighting

pls lmk to fix any mistakes this is my first time writing on this app! (the end is a little rushed and a mess im sorry😭 the next one will be better tho)

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part 2?

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you and jj haven’t ever gotten along. he sees you as john b’s annoying little sister, at least that’s what you think anyway.

jj would always come over to your place after school with john b, they would mess around and make jokes. you would always wanna hang out with them but they would always brush you off.

when jb wasn’t around he would crack little jokes to you, smiling when you giggled at them.

when john b and jj would have little fights jj would come to you for help, and lie next to you in your bed. you didn’t know it, but he wished he could kiss you all over and cuddle you all night.

the few times you went to the château sarah and kie would gossip with you about the boys, one time jb was listening , putting his ear up to the door listening to what you girls were giggling about. you were telling sarah and kie about your crush on one of the boys. but who?

“obviously it’s not john b, sooo then jj or pope?” kie questioned and giggled

“omg!! who is it y/n??” sarah asked

your face turned red. john b was still listening, jj staring at him with a raised eyebrow questioning what he was doing.

john b shushed him and continued listening

“jj” you lightly said, covering your face

sarah and kie gasped

“oh my gosh” sarah said giggling

“they’re so perfect for each other!” kie said

john b covered his mouth and stepped away from the door

“shit.” he said under his breath

“what?” JJ asked

“dude. my sister likes someone.” john b said

“oh.” jj said, a little disappointed

“who tho’?” he asked

“I can’t tell you” john b sighed

“cmon bro. don’t be like that” jj said, clearly annoyed

“You’ll find out eventually” john b said

jj flipped him off and went to grab a beer from the fridge

you stepped outside of the room to catch a breather, you were so embarrassed.

you had liked jj for years, even though you were sure he hated you.

you saw jj popping the lid off a fresh beer. you both had locked eyes for a minute, but you got shy and looked away. he didn’t say anything and just sat down on the couch with pope, who had been watching tv.

sarah and kie were still talking about you and j.

john b was on the porch, watching the waves on the beach.

you grabbed a drink and head back into the room with sarah and kie. they had been planning how you would confess to jj.

they yelped out saying “you have to confess to him!”

you shushed them and said “are you crazy?! no way! he hates me!”

jj overheard and walked in

“who are you ladies talking about?”

you turned to him and your face turned bright red

“no one!” sarah giggled

you looked at your feet and played with your fingers, embarrassed as hell. you wished he would leave the room as soon as possible, but you also wished he would stay in there forever with you.

“just a mystery man y/n likes.” kie laughed

you pinched kie and shushed her

jj smiled, looked at you and said “ah, I see.”

he walked out and shut the door behind him

your thoughts were spiraling, did he know? what if he was fooling with you? what if-?

sarah could tell that stressed you out, she patted your back “hey why don’t we relax on the beach!”

you, sarah, and kie sunbathed whilst pope, still laying on the couch in the château asked jj “who do you think it is?”

jj, annoyingly replied “who knows. I just teased her about it earlier but it’s probably just some rando .”

when you came back in , still wearing your bikini top and some tiny jean shorts jj looked at you up and down, admiring your beautiful features and he blushed

eventually, you caught him staring and he immediately broke eye contact pretending to watch tv.

later that night, you, kie, and pope were in the living room playing a board game. you guys heard sarah and john b being loud as always

you and kie pretended to throw up and laughed

but you didn’t expect to hear jj. in his room right next to you moaning so loud.

you and kie stared at each other shocked, pope asked “what? it’s just jj being jj as always”

you shushed him and listened to jj, you put your ear to the wall to hear better and you heard him. his slurred speech lightly whimpering your name.

“y/n…” he panted

“fuck y/n. I’m gonna cum inside your tight little pussy.”

you ran outside in embarrassment, trying to catch your breath and calm yourself down

you built up the courage to walk into his room a while later, making sure he was finished with… that.

“hey y/n, what’s up?” he said, laying on his bed with just grey sweatpants on

you blushed, embarrassed about what you were about to say.

“next time be a little quieter please..” you fidgeted with your hands

his cheeks turned red “oh.. um. what all did you hear?”

you looked up at him “everything.” you giggled

“shit.” he broke eye contact

“well princess, do you want to make my dreams come true?”

you blushed, not knowing what to say

“hmmm?” he teased

you nodded your head yes

“that’s my girl. now c’mere princess .”

you sat next to him on the bed and he pulled you on his lap and he put his knee in between your thighs

he cupped your ass and squeezed, leaving you to let out a little moan. You could see through his pants his massive bulge, so you grinded on it a little leaving him to moan into your neck. he sucked on it and bit it.

“oh shittt” he said

“what?”

“I just gave you the biggest hickey, your brother is gonna kill me.”

you giggled and pushed him down, he giggled and said

“not so shy now are you, princess?”

you giggled and took down his pants, until john b walked into the room.

“what. the. fuck.”

“aw shit.” JJ sighed

“john b! this isn’t what it looks like!” you froze

“god damnit jj. why are you fucking my little sister.”

“I couldn’t resist man.”

“jj what the fuck is wrong with you?”

jj got up “bro. just because she’s your sister doesn’t mean she’s off limits”

“yes that’s exactly what it means you asshole!” he pushed him

jj threw a punch while kie overheard and tried to stop them

in the end.. let’s just say jj was knocked out against the wall with a bloody nose and a bloody lip.

you ran to him and started shaking him begging him to wake up. “Please wake up j. Please!”

he coughed and opened his eyes

“jj!” you kissed him “are you okay?”

“im fine princess im fine.” he said

you grabbed the small first aid kit in the bathroom and brought it to him, cleaning and patching up his wounds

“thank you beautiful.” he kissed you “im sorry for doing that, you shouldn’t have seen it.”

“it’s fine j! Im just glad you’re okay.”

Initiation Pt. 3

Warnings: group sex with the Pogues

I take John B into my mouth, not tearing my eyes from his as he moans while fisting my hair. My left hand is grabbed and placed around a warm length. I know it's Pope because of how gentle he's being. His hand stays around my wrist as he helps me stroke him while John B starts to fuck my throat.

"It's a pretty throat." I hear John B say, earning a chuckle from the group. Someone kneels at my right side, a smaller, soft hand dipping between my thighs and I know it's Kie.

"She has a pretty pussy too." Kie tugs on my ear lobe with her teeth, her fingers circling my clit torturously slow. Oh, God. My body felt like it was buzzing, chasing every touch like an addict.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." John B groans, thrusting harder and faster. I can't control the sloppy wet gags that leave my throat as he fucks me or the way I start to whimper and rock into Kie's hand as Pope tightens my hand on his shaft and jerking it faster. It was too much. I was so overwhelmed I was growing dizzy.

"I think John B likes watching me play with your pussy." Kie whispers, casting a look up at her friend.

John B suddenly erupts down my throat with a growl, holding my head down as he forces me to swallow around his girth. A moment passes and he slips free, trading places with Pope. I open my mouth to plead with Kie to stop tormenting me when Pope pushes himself past my teeth. I swallow him down, my eyes watering as I look up at his sweet face. Pope gives me a soft smile as he lets me set the pace, wiping the tear that runs down my cheek. All the while Kie is rubbing my body, kissing me randomly, and torturing my clit with her dainty little fingers. It was starting to piss me off. I needed to cum and she wouldn't let me. Where was JJ?

I sense movement then I'm forced up higher on my hunches as someone scoots underneath me. I whimper as a tongue swipes through my folds. Pope growls, cumming down my throat a moment later.

"Such a good girl." Pope groans, caressing my chin as I swallow then he pulls away. JJ is leaned up against a tree, watching the scene unfold. I could tell he liked to watch, his eyes were blazing. I can't contain the sounds that leave me as I rock on what I now know is John B's mouth. He was greedy.

I couldn't get enough of JJ's eyes watching me. Like he wanted to eat me alive as I rocked on his friends face. I turn as Kie kisses my neck and I fist her hair, bringing her mouth to mine. She's startled but quickly turns her head to the side, slipping her tongue in my mouth. I look down, seeing John B's hand slip between Kie's thighs and curling two fingers inside her. I use my free hand to stroke her clit, her pleasure immediately becoming more important than my own. I open my eyes, watching JJ palm himself roughly through his shorts. Kie cries out as she cums and I feel myself on the edge of mine when JJ's gruff voice startles me.

"Don't let her cum." I huff in defeat as John B and Kie stop their movements, both leaving me, my body on the brink of exploding if someone didn't touch me.

"JJ, please." I begged, my thighs shaking as he approached.

'Please, what?" JJ asks, toeing off his shoes and letting his shorts his the ground. I swallow the lump in my throat as he frees himself from his boxers. It was long and thick against his stomach, begging for my mouth.

"Please fuck me. I'll do anything. Please." He opens the sliding door on the Twinkie and points at the vans floor as he turns back to me.

"Hands and knees. Now." I lift myself up on shaking legs and make my way over to him. I quickly position myself inside the van, my ass exposed to him. I jump when JJ slaps my clit with his cock then slides it through my slit. I felt like I was going to explode if he didn't fuck me. This was too much.

Finally, his hands grab onto my hips just as the thick head slips inside me then he thrusts forward. I cry out, almost falling over onto my face if not for his hold on my hips. I'm so wet that he slides in and out with ease but I'm so worked up it almost hurts. I don't expect a gentle pace and he doesn't deliver one. His hands maintain a bruising hold on my hips as he fucks me hard, grunting with each push and pull. I literally felt like he was going to fuck my brains out. My scalp is suddenly on fire from him fisting my hair as he keeps fucking me brutally.

“Scream. I want to hear it.” JJ growls.

shoulder to cry on — obx men x reader

ONE-SHOTS

☄. *. ⋆ content warning(s) & genre: swearing, drug abuse mentioned, child abuse, assault is mentioned, previous relarionships mentioned, pining, slight unrequited love, death mentioned, suicide mentioned — hurt/comfort

˚♡ ｡˚ synopsis: comforting the obx men during their time of need, helping them heal and cherishing the fact that you're their rock

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sometimes, the pain of growing up with too present of a father figure is just as harmful as the lack of one. JJ MAYBANK grew up without a mother, she had left him and luke many years back, while jj was just a kid. he didn't deserve it, he didn't ask for it. he had yearned for the love of his mother, the love he would never receive. he was sure his father blamed him for it, for her leaving and never coming back. every fuck-up of his was just another reason for luke's resentment.

luke had his moments, ones where a switch would flip, and his son was the apple of his eye. it was an artificial pride, jj knew it, too. but it never stopped him from smiling, from the temporary joy that filled him to the brim, the fabricated chance that his father was proud of him.

every one of the pogues had seen the aftermath of their arguments, but no one really tried diving deeper into them. no one thought to do something about it, to take action. they all had their priorities in the way—the treasure, ward, the cross—things that jj helped with, but when would the favor be returned? he cried, body trembling with broken sobs, the thought of his pain going unnoticed rubbing salt into the wound. it didn't go unnoticed.

“c'mere, baby,” never in his life did he see himself breaking down in front of anybody, let alone a girl. he didn't harbor enough trust to let loose like that. it was his way of thinking, until you came along. you were the ray of sunshine that finally peaked, bursting through the clouds and the façade that he had so carefully put up. you were his anchor. “i'm here now.”

you were there, you really were. he sobbed, the cold tiles of the floor brushing his bare, bruised legs. he reached out to you, his breathing heavy. tears slid down your cheeks as you took him into your arms, wrapping them around his back as you pulled him in closer than ever. you were his real home, the person he felt safest with. “gonna come live with me, let me take my boy in,” you rambled through tears, his face buried in your neck as you listened to him. you listened to the way he sobbed, and you knew all he had longed for was unconditional love. “i love you, j, i'm so proud of you, so proud.”

all he could do was cry. you would take him in, your parents would take him in. all he felt was love, despite the years of craving it. he nodded through his sobs, and for a while, you sat there. you sat there with him in your arms, stroking his hair while you both cried. in the end, it was okay, because he knew he was safe.

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nothing ever went to waste. no amount of hard work; blood, sweat and tears—none of it ever went to waste. it was a fact JOHN B needed help accepting. it wasn't that he didn't want to accept it, but he couldn't. every obstacle he had come across sent him into a spiralling abyss of insanity, and he needed help finding his way out.

the time he had spent following his father's tracks, the time he had spent as a refugee—away from you, away from his friends—, the time spent on trial and in a prison cell, none of it ever went to waste, and he never could've done it without you. he had his moments, episodes where he would lose it. it all became too much for him, but the moment came when he watched ward's legacy come to an end, watching his boat blow to pieces. it was all over.

you were the one that caught him when he had collapsed, falling to his knees. you fell right with him. it was all over, it was, finally, all over. he couldn't find it in his heart to believe it, to accept it. he ran a hand through his hair as tears rolled down his cheeks, his breathing elevated as he watched the frenzy of flames in the water.

“it's okay, it's done,” you had brought the words to life as you searched for his attention, hands cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears away. it was all over, a brief, temporary but, nonetheless, existent peace was in store. “you did so good, john b, it's over.”

he knew it was all over the minute he heard it from you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in. he found all the peace he needed in your presence, your warmth. knowing you had been there the entire time, knowing you would always be there. it was all he needed.

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papers were scattered across the floor, the room dark and quiet. he didn't need the silence, it was the last thing he wanted. his thoughts ate him alive, sweat trickling down his temple as he sat on the floor, hands pressed against his ears as if to mute the voices in his head. the voices told POPE HEYWARD that he would never amount to anything, that all of his work went to waste. he would never be significant amongst the pogues, not as much as jj and john b. he would never be significant in his father's eyes, in the eyes of the future. no scholarship, no future. nothing. as if there was nothing in store for him.

the only source of light had come to life when his door had cracked open, the light in the hallway embracing his features, his red eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks. his father had let you in, guiding you into his room almost immediately, a worried expression on his face. you frowned when you saw him, running to his feet as fast as you could.

“pope,” you began, pausing to scan the mess in his room. the scattered papers, the broken pencils and books that had been torn apart. “talk to me, baby, what's the matter?” he couldn't meet your gaze as he shook his head, allowing the tears to fall freely. all he wanted, more than anything, was a chance at life.

when he finally began breaking down, he didn't fight back as you pulled him into your arms. you felt him tense up, but the feeling lasted a split second, no longer. “there's nothing for me out there, is there?” you could barely make out what he was saying through his tears. your warm hand stroked his cheek as you shook your head, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“got such a bright future, pope, i promise,” you whispered, and it meant something to him. all the pushing, all the fighting he had been doing just to be important. he wanted to find his place, wanted to make everybody proud. “just don't forget me when you're out studying in new york, when you're rich and famous, living in a villa.” he laughed through his tears, and you couldn't resist joining.

despite joking, there was a hint of seriousness in your words. “i won't, i promise.” his words had come out more clearly the second time around. you placed another kiss onto his forehead, “you've come so far, pope. i'm so proud of you, you're gonna be great.” it meant something, more than when people pushed his limits, his capabilities. it was enough to know, at least someone, thought he was doing enough.

when you separated from his touch, he felt his heart stop, his eyes searching your return the following second. you offered him a soft smile as you showed him what you were doing, picking up what had been discarded and thrown around the room. the papers, the books. picking up pieces of him, putting them back together.

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things had a way of falling into place the same way they had a way of falling apart. sometimes, fate was nice, and decided to show a way out. an exit, despite the previous challenges that awaited completion. RAFE CAMERON was lost, he had no way out, it seemed. a glass child—an abusive, narcissistic sociopath, that's what he was, right? everyone knew him as an aggressive, spoiled cokehead. no one thought to ask why? how?

bags of the white powder remained on his table, sealed shut, two weeks after ward had killed himself. sometimes, he found himself contemplating taking a few lines, knowing his body had grown accustomed to them. two weeks, he had been clean for two weeks. he couldn't have done it alone, he knew that. waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare with a dry throat, in cold sweat. it wasn't something he could fathom doing alone.

“it's not your fault, rafe,” for the first time in a long time, he was quiet. for the first time, he was the one doing the listening. he listened to you, he had to. “you did so good, baby. you protected him, your family. it wasn't sarah or rose, it was all you.” every little sacrifice, every little thing he did, was him ripping a piece of himself off to save his father. all he ever wanted was to matter, to be his son. not a pawn or a disappointment, he wanted his validation. when ward died, everything seemed to go with him, his love included.

tears clouded his eyes and he sniffled, throat growing thick with tears as he listened. “he's gone, rafey. he's dead, and we can't bring him back,” you sat yourself next to him, fingers desperately grazing his face as you brushed away the tears that fell loosely. “but he died loving you, and you know it. none of this would have been possible without you. he died proud, knowing his son saved him. none of us could do it, it was all you.”

it was everything he needed to hear. he couldn't imagine crying in front of his girlfriend, any girl, as a matter of fact. it was different with you. you didn't tell him to man up like barry did, you didn't tell him he was alright, even though he wasn't, like ward had. you listened, you comforted. you took him into your arms as he finally began to cry, using your free hand to throw the powder-filled bags into the bin next to the sofa. he cried, like never before. there was no limit with you.

“good job, rafey. did so good for him.” he didn't care about the coke, he didn't care about the withdrawals. he didn't feel the need for any of it, not while he was with you. you kissed his cheek as you pulled him in closer, letting him stain your shirt as he continued to cry. you would let him come to you during any time of need, you needed to keep him afloat when he needed it the most. and he loved you for it.

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you had healed a heart you didn't break. maybe you were his guardian angel, maybe you were sent by a higher power, maybe you were what sealed his fate. TOPPER THORNTON knew he had his phases, specifically, the period he spent chasing a girl who wanted nothing to do with him. he wasn't her destination, he was just a stop along the way. he was good to sarah, he always let her come back to him when she wanted nothing to do with john b. after every argument, he accepted her temporary presence, even though he knew she'd always go back to him. he accepted the love he thought he was meant to receive, before meeting you.

he had stopped letting her come back, he let you heal his heart, even though it wasn't yours to heal. he let himself fall apart. for once, he was someone's to fall apart and put back together. he couldn't play the savior anymore, it was all you. it was you who treated him to dinner, who made promises—not to break, but to keep. you were the one who distracted him from his mother, his past, the peer pressure and mistakes along the way.

“they don't define you,” is what you'd tell him. it took convincing, it took repetition, but it stopped going in one ear and out the other. he finally realized it once he har started floating adrift, straying and going towards rafe and kalce, who had him coked up, in the presence of girls who wanted him drunk with his wallet full. each time he came back, drugged and drunk, you waited for him. it began to dial down, he had started declining the offers. getting himself back, with your help.

you knew how thankful he was, and you knew you couldn't leave him be. when you prepared him breakfast in bed, you knew that all your work could go down the drain at any moment, but you didn't care. you never stopped. it was worth it, to you. it was worth seeing the way his face lit up. for once, it was him receiving love, as much as he gave.

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Final Stress ೀ⋆｡˚

college au - jj maybank x reader summary: reader gets stressed during the start of finals warnings: none!

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Looking at your study guides for finals week, you figured it was high time to drop out already. Junior year of college had been hard enough, now finals were drumming everything else out until your ears bled. You sat at your computer, the confines of the small bedroom that you shared with your boyfriend, JJ, becoming more and more claustrophobic. But you didn’t budge, uselessly scrolling through all of the content that you had to memorize. 

The pit in your stomach didn’t ease up, not even an hour later when you found yourself in the same spot, making every reasonable attempt to start studying. You were frustrated and incredibly uncomfortable, but at an incredibly lack of motivation. The clothes suffocating your body and the insufferable feeling of hunger sat with you as your headache got worse. 

The door of your apartment opened and you still sat, staring blankly at your pages of notes that felt useless.

“M’back!” JJ called, stepping back inside from one of his later lectures.

You heard his beat up backpack hit the floor but you still stared blankly at the screen, fighting back tears as you read through the details of your final exams.

“Baby?” You heard JJ ask from the living room, but you stayed quiet, knowing he’ll find you eventually.

He walked into the room, a confused look on his face. It wiped off when he saw you hunched over your computer.

“What’re you doin?” He asked, walking in and laying down on the bed, looking at the back of your head.

He sat up when he didn’t get a response, seeing that you hadn’t moved or made a sound yet. He hadn’t even heard a breath from your mouth.

“Baby?” He asked, quieting his voice and walking over, resting his hands on your shoulders and rubbing them gently before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

His brows furrowed when his lips came back wet with tears. He stepped around the desk, looking at you with concern lacing his features.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He asked, leaning down to be face to face with you, using his thumb to guide your face to look at his.

“M’fine, Jayj.” You said, frustration flaming in your eyes as you snapped your head away and went back to your study guide.

He threw his hands up in surrender, going back to the bed. After being with you for three years, he knew that you weren’t really fine. He looked at you, trying to pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

“D’you want to get food?” He said, your stomach growled but you ignored it, feeling incredibly frustrated more than anything.

“I’m fine.” You repeated, your voice a little stronger than before.

“M’kay..” He said, laying back and resting his head on the pillows, grabbing his phone and scrolling through it, waiting for you to calm down.

Tears fell down your cheeks for the fifth time that night, the frustration and hunger piling onto you all at once. You held your head in your hands, your shoulders shaking softly. JJ noticed, his eyes softening as he got up, going over to your desk and brushing the hair out of your face.

“C’mon pretty lady..” He said, leaning against the desk, embracing your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.

“JJ, I’m fine.” You wiped the tears off of your face and went back to your computer, scrolling down to the next concept. He cupped your cheek with one hand, moving your face to meet his.

“Talk to me.” He said, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You relaxed into him, looking up at his face, his expression knitted with concern.

“I don’t know.” You admitted, everything falling down on you all at once. 

JJ helped you up and you winced, the feeling of your uncomfortable clothes making you cringe. He towered over you, kissing your forehead and helping you to the bed. He noticed your stiffness and grabbed your sweats and one of his hoodies, handing them to you. 

“Thanks.” You whispered, taking them and changing, laying back on the bed.

“M’always gonna take care of my lady, yeah?” He said, sliding in next to you and kissing your cheek, letting you rest on his chest as he threaded his fingers through your hair.

“I’m hungry..” You muttered, admitting defeat as the hood of his hoodie covering your eyes as you laid into him. You could feel his knowing smile from above you as he stifled an ‘I told you so.’

“Okay, let’s order something.” He replied instead, grabbing his phone and holding it so the two of you could see the screen. 

You quietly clicked the food you wanted and he did the same, setting down the phone and getting off the bed. You let a pout come over your face and he grinned at you, picking you up and carrying you to the living room.

“Js relax, baby. You have time to study later.” He said into you, sitting down and grabbing a blanket for the two of you.

Kissing the side of your head, JJ flipped on the tv and let you slowly fall asleep on him. He smiled, wondering how he got so lucky, holding the love of his life.

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