A/n: Kinktober! Its a little late but whatever if you have any requests pls ask me im running out of ideas (this was also super rushed) Anyway enjoy!
Kinktober calender + Masterslist
Morning october sunlight filters softly through the blinds, warming the tangled sheets around them. John B and your bodies press together, heavy with sleep, hearts slow and steady.
He watches you quietly, tracing the curve of your shoulder with a fingertip, teasing without saying a word. You keep your eyes closed, pretending you're oblivious, but a small, crooked smile betrays you.
A lazy laugh slips from your lips when he nips at your neck, feather-light. You arch into him, letting him feel your welcome, daring him to do more.
John's hands roam with purpose, testing boundaries — a brush over your thigh, a palm on your hip — careful, patient, yet insistent.
You meet his gaze finally, half-lidded and warm. No words are needed; Your soft nod is all the permission he wants.
The playful teasing fades, replaced by a charged quiet. Every glance, every touch carries intention. John's eyes fill with hunger
He trails kisses along your skin, slow, deliberate, lips grazing places that make you shiver. You arch, catching your breath.
His eyes flick up to you as if asking a silent question. You respond with a tilt of your chin, a subtle invitation.
John B leans closer, low voice dropping into a firm, commanding murmur, “Stay still… don’t move.”
He kisses down your neck the middle of your breast down your stomach making eye contact as he kisses your inner thighs
"Mmhm John B" you whine a silent beg for more
Your pulse quickens, anticipation curling in your stomach as he positions himself, the tension between them humming in the morning light.
He begins slowly, mouth grazing your skin, teasing you with just enough friction to make you gasp. You twist beneath him, desperate for more.
Your hips shift instinctively, but John B.S.'s big veiny hand presses you down gently but firmly groaning into your core — he's in control and you love it rolling your eyes back as he sucks your clit
Flicking his tongue, sharp enough to make her cry out but not enough to let her fully relax.
You get close and he
pulls back just as she nears the edge, savouring the way she writhes, begging with broken words.
Not yet he says with a smirk as he drives back in
Your legs are trembling with overwhelming pleasure not sure if it's too much or not enough
Voice barely coherent, pleading little pleases between gasps ..." please...please.... fuck yes john b... please" Every reaction is a map he reads, adjusting, teasing, driving you higher.
Getting off on your reactions
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He gives no quarter, going faster, firmer, demanding. Your body responds instinctively, caught between pleasure and overstimulation.
Your hands clutch the sheets, nails digging in, voice cracking into soft moans and desperate pleas.
John's hands keep your legs spread to keep them from shutting as she loses control.
Your world narrows to sensation — heat, wetness, breath, teeth, the sound of his voice commanding her.
"Keep those legs open baby"
Even though he knows you can't.
"Fuck ... I'm close"
And he lays his tongue flat shakes his head teasingly as he makes eye contact to pull back and say "beg"
And you do "please please john b please let me cum" you so ridiculous begging for john b but fuck it felt good when he finally let you cum.
When you finally tip over the edge, trembling and gasping, he stays with you, letting your body come undone completely before easing you down gently.
He crawls up kisses you lazily on your part he gets a warm cloth to wipe your thighs, and you cuddle for a while before.
He whispers in your ear "Im going to make breakfast, You stay here" and John B gets up and leaves to make breakfast, You can faintly smell the warm scent of French toast.
Are you comfortable with writing stepcest for kinktober?
“Yes! 💖 I’d love to write stepcest for Kinktober! I’m a little late, so I’ll be continuing through November, but I’m excited to get started ✨ What’s your idea? Can’t wait to hear it!”
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A/N: I’m doing the first half of the month now; the rest will come later. All open spots are open for requests—you can pick a day or leave it to me. Once you choose, I’ll mark it closed and work on it. PLEASE REQUEST I HAVE LIKE NO IDEAS BRO😭
okay so like… yes i’m late to kinktober (tragic, i know 😭), but i’m jumping in anyway bc why not?? send me your ideas, requests, kinks—literally anything you wanna see, i’ll put it all in a list and start knocking them out. first 4 are coming soon, pinky promise. 🤞
alsooo quick lil update: my rafe series + skater girl are NOT dead lol. i am planning, but every time i make a plan i hate it and end up restarting 💀 so it looks like i’m not planning when really i’m just redoing it a million times. girl math.
so yeah, drop your filth, i’ll handle the rest. ily 🖤✨
💀 not enough John B smut in my life and honestly… that’s a personal crisis 😩🌊 like the chaotic, messy, salty beach bf energy DESERVES more attention. i’m out here dying for it.
✨updates:
working on a John B thing and yes it’s gonna be messy and chaotic and exactly what you want 😏
Rafes series is in the planning stage… but writers block is out here assassinating my vibes 🫠
Chasing Her series also stalled thanks to the cruel mistress that is writers block 💀
so yeah… send me chaos, send me heat, send me John B energy. i’m here for it 💙🌊💀
The beach was a living thing that night, breathing in time with the tide. Waves curled lazily against the sand, glowing with the last pearlescent light of the setting sun. The air, cool and salty, was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and the faint, sweet smell of beer. Near the center of the crowd, the bonfire crackled, a towering inferno that threw warm, flickering shadows across tanned faces and a sea of laughing bodies. Music pulsed from a set of speakers, mingling with the occasional shout and the steady rhythm of the waves.
YN stepped onto the sand barefoot, the cool, loose grains shifting under her toes. She spotted Sarah and Kie off to the side, sitting cross-legged on a worn beach blanket, their heads close together as they whispered and laughed. A wave of relief washed over her. Just seeing them made the weight of the day feel a little lighter. Pope tossed a Frisbee back and forth with a small group, his animated gestures drawing a few spectators. A little way off, JJ leaned against a sun-bleached log, his grin wide as he told some story that had half the group in stitches.
She felt a gaze on her and looked up to see Rafe Cameron, leaning casually against a piece of driftwood. He’d been watching her since she arrived, a faint smirk on his lips that she knew was meant to be a challenge. As she approached, he straightened, tipping his head in a silent greeting.
“Lost, princess?” he asked, his voice low and playful, eyes glinting in the firelight.
“Maybe a little,” she replied, a smirk twisting her lips. “Thought I’d find some friendly faces.”
“Friendly faces, huh? Guess I’m one of them now?”
“You are… sometimes,” she said, rolling her eyes lightly as she passed him. The playful tension between them was a familiar dance she couldn't help but enjoy.
Rafe chuckled, a low, genuine sound that seemed to rumble in the air. His eyes lingered on her as she walked away, the smirk still in place, as if he knew this wasn't the last time they’d speak tonight.
She joined Sarah and Kie on their blanket. “Finally,” Sarah said, her voice a warm relief. “We were wondering when you’d show up.”
Kie smirked. “You missed all the good gossip. We had to tell each other the story of our lives.”
Just then, John B appeared with a cold beer in his hand. “Want one?” he said, his easy smile a familiar comfort.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the bottle. She twisted the cap, but it wouldn't budge. "Ugh." She looked over at JJ, who was still laughing with his group. "JJ, you got a tab opener?"
He grinned and tossed it to her. The small metal tool spun end over end in the firelight, and she caught it with an easy flick of her wrist.
“Thanks,” she called out, twisting the cap off and taking a long sip. The cold beer was a sharp contrast to the humid air. She leaned back against the blanket, feeling the warmth of the fire and the steady thrum of the music.
A few minutes later, she was on her feet, drawn in by the beat. She laughed as John B and Kie pulled her into their dance circle, her limbs loose and carefree. The firelight flickered across their faces as they spun, their movements a clumsy, joyful blur. She saw JJ laughing as he held up a can, toasting them, and Rafe watching from his driftwood log, his smirk gone, replaced by an unreadable expression. For a moment, she was completely lost in the rhythm, in the simple happiness of the night.
When she finally sank back onto the blanket, breathless and flushed, the happy buzz in her head was replaced by a sharp whisper carried on the wind.
“…flirting with everyone tonight.”
“…totally wasted.”
“…saw her with all three.”
The words hit her like a punch to the gut. The knot of ice from before was back, but heavier this time, mixed with the sickening feeling of being judged. She saw the blurry shapes of a few girls watching her from the edges of the crowd, their heads close together as they whispered. A familiar feeling of shame and unease settled over her.
She brushed sand from her shorts, the happy energy of her dance now completely gone. “Uhm… I’m gonna head out,” she said, the words feeling foreign and abrupt.
“Okay! Be safe!” Sarah called, her voice full of concern.
Kie waved. “Don’t disappear on us.”
YN offered a strained smile and walked away from the bonfire, the warm glow shrinking behind her. The night air was crisp against her skin, and the steady whisper of the waves was a quiet counterpoint to the pounding in her ears.
“Where are you going?” Rafe’s voice cut through the quiet.
She glanced back. “Just heading home. Got things to do tomorrow.”
He took a step beside her, his expression firm. “No way you’re walking alone at midnight. I’ll walk you.”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Fine… but don’t expect me to hold your hand or anything.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, a smirk back on his face.
They fell into step, the six kilometers separating the bonfire from her house stretching before them. The distance was a silent invitation—time to talk, tease, and steal quick glances at each other.
“You’re laughing too much tonight,” he nudged her shoulder gently. His knuckles brushed her arm.
“I’m not,” she said, her smile betraying her. She stumbled slightly, the tipsiness making her movements wobbly.
He reached out, his hand wrapping around her forearm to steady her. “Careful, princess. I’m not planning on fishing you out of the ocean.”
She laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep in her chest. “You’re impossible,” she said, her voice softer than she intended.
His grip lingered for a moment before he let go, but the warmth remained. “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice a low murmur. “But you make it easy to… want to stick around.” The line was a crack in his usual armor, and the air between them shifted, the playful banter giving way to something heavier, more real.
They walked on in comfortable silence, only the sound of their footsteps and the distant waves. By the time they reached the quiet streets of town, lined with sleepy houses, the closeness had grown. Rafe’s steps matched hers, steady and reassuring.
“You really do this for everyone?” she asked, slightly breathless.
“No,” he said simply, his gaze holding hers. “Just you. Can’t let you wander alone at midnight.”
Finally, they reached her street. The porch lights glowed softly, revealing the familiar steps of her house.
“Here we are,” Rafe said quietly. He stepped closer, enough for her to feel his warmth radiating in the cool air. “Safe and sound.”
“Thanks,” she murmured, her heart racing a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
His eyes locked with hers, intense and teasing. He leaned in just slightly, enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. For a heartbeat, the world—waves, sand, the distant party—disappeared. The only things left were the two of them, standing in the quiet darkness.
It's been 2hrs and the majority chose Yn so I'm going to stick with that for now the first chapters almost done should be finished by tmrw but here is a mini blurb until then
Idk the title I'm thinking of chasing her but if you have any better pls tell me cause I again have no clue this whole story is based on a dream I had😭
Anyway enjoy and tell me if wanna be tagged for ch.1
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YN never asked to be the center of anyone’s world—but somehow, she’s caught in the crossfire of three boys who refuse to let her go.
Rafe’s touch lingers like fire, his smirk promising danger she knows she should avoid. John B’s voice drops low, reckless and addictive, pulling her in with every glance. JJ’s grin? Pure trouble—sweet enough to taste, wild enough to ruin her.
They’re not in the same room, but it doesn’t matter. Every message, every “accidental” brush, every stolen look leaves her dizzy, like she’s balancing on the edge of something she can’t name.
She can’t choose. Maybe she doesn’t want to.
Because when three boys want you this bad, someone’s bound to get burned.
Ok, so I just talked about the new thing I'm working on that I'm going to try and post today, but would you all like a name or just YN?
Yn or name??
Yn
Name
Voting ended onAug 30, 2025
It says "one day," but in two hours I'm going to see which one and start finishing the blurb and chapter 1. If you guys have any name suggestions please tell me, I need help.
I had this idea, wrote it, hit writer’s block, deleted it… Then rewrote it for like 20 days 😅 I’m finally sharing it and hope you enjoy! I’m still planning a Rafe series. I’ve got a little something I’m trying to finish and post today 🤞 If not, I’ll drop a tiny blurb so you can peek. I’ll start tagging, anyway… can’t wait to share this with you 💖
Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, hookup, fwb, threesom, degrading and praise, oral sex, dom/sub dynamic (there's probably more but whatever)
I would say MDNI but I mean I was once a kid and read shit like this too just be respectful and responsible with what you read not everything should be copied in real life you are also responsible for the internet you consume
Enjoy!
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This time, you were in John B’s room, scrolling on your phone in just a white tank top and PJ shorts—no bra. The soft fabric barely covered you, and you were completely comfortable… until John B walked in.
His eyes instantly darkened, a low, hungry grin spreading across his face. “Oh hey,” you said casually, looking up from your phone and shutting it off, trying to act chill as you stood to make some food.
Just then, JJ walked in, a teasing smirk on his face. “Hey, hottie. Whatcha wearing?”
“Just PJ’s,” you replied, shrugging, trying to stay innocent—but the teasing glint in both their eyes made it impossible.
JJ leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pushing you lightly against the wall. “Mm, definitely not innocent,” he murmured.
John B’s low voice followed, a smirk in every word, “Honestly… you look way hotter without clothes.”
John B’s low murmur trailed off into a smirk as his hands slid up, lifting your top just enough to expose your tits. At the same time, JJ pulled away from the kiss leaned down, tugging down your PJ shorts with a teasing grin, making it clear neither of them were holding back.
Just then you feel John B’s fingers traced teasing circles over your folds, gliding through your wetness as he let out a low, approving hum.
He slid his fingers back, leaving you craving more, then murmured from behind, “On your knees,” his tone firm but teasing.
You obeyed instantly, lowering yourself to your knees and turning to face him. John B shifted, undoing his pants and boxers, letting himself free, his eyes dark and hungry as he watched you.
John B was right in front of you as JJ tilted your head up just slightly. “Open your mouth… tongue out,” he said, his voice firm but teasing. “Yeah… that’s my good girl,” he purred, smirking as he watched you obey, his fingers brushing lightly against your jaw, guiding you like he owned every inch of your attention.
John B pressed the tip of himself against your tongue, a low groan rumbling from him, before sliding into your mouth. The sudden fullness made your eyes widen for a second, but the way he held you steady and dominant made it impossible not to obey.
JJ dropped to his knees behind you, his hands sliding over your breasts, kneading and teasing as John B moved in your mouth. The slick, overwhelming sensation made you gag softly, and JJ’s low, teasing voice whispered in your ear, “Such a good little slut… yeah, just like that.” He pressed a little closer, fingers gripping firmly, watching every reaction as you obeyed both of them.
John B pressed the tip of himself against your tongue, a low groan rumbling from him, before sliding into your mouth. The sudden fullness made your eyes widen for a second, but the way he held you steady and dominant made it impossible not to obey.
JJ dropped to his knees behind you, his hands sliding over your breasts, kneading and teasing as John B moved in your mouth. The slick, overwhelming sensation made you gag softly, and JJ’s low, teasing voice whispered in your ear, “Such a good little slut… yeah, just like that.” He pressed a little closer, fingers gripping firmly, watching every reaction as you obeyed both of them.
JJ’s hand cupped one of your breasts, fingers kneading and teasing while his other hand slid down to work your clit slowly, circling and pressing just right. John B continued sliding in and out of your mouth, each movement making you gag softly, and JJ’s low, teasing voice purred in your ear, “Such a good little slut… you love this, don’t you?” His touch was firm, confident, and completely in control.
You felt John B's cock twitch once... then twice as he thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, and with a low, gritty groan, he spilled over your tongue. You swallow the salty cum as the taste lingers on your tongue. You take him back in your mouth, sucking the head a bit, but just then, JJ tapped you as a signal to get up, and John B pulls out of your mouth and helps you get up, and they toss you onto the bed.
JJ quickly undresses as John kisses you, kneading your breast and pinching your nipples until you gasp, and he slides his tongue into your mouth. JJ was rubbing himself threw your folds and he groans fuck your so wet and slowly inch by inch slids in once he bottomed out and your mouth opened slightly he let you take a minute to adjust before setting a ruthless pace slowly picking up until your a moaning mess clawing at anything you can reached once you got close he stopped told you go in doggy and you listened turning around going on your hands and knees face on the bed and he continued the same ruthless pace until you were close again then he said on your knee look at John b don't close your eyes and she did she up looked at John b face resting on his thigh while she was one her knees and jj again set that ruthless pace until her eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out of her open mouth, completely dazed and soft.
John B pressed his thumb lightly against her tongue, teasing her mercilessly just before she hit the edge. JJ’s cock and constant praise drove her wild, every nerve in her body screaming as she teetered on the brink, utterly powerless to resist them.
Her words came out breathy and scattered, almost unintelligible: “I… I’m gonna cum…”
JJ’s grin widened, cock still teasing her relentlessly. “Yeah? That’s my little slut… gonna let go for us?” he murmured, low and commanding. John B’s hands held her steady, eyes dark and hungry, as her body shook under their combined attention, overwhelmed and powerless to resist.
She mumbled, "Can... I come...?"
John B looked up at JJ.
JJ looked at John. JJ gave a quick nod, and John B said, "Come in her ear," and she did, falling forward, fucked out. John B lifted her back on her knees, and her moans came out as little "ah, ah, ah," and JJ's thrusts got sloppier, losing the pace just before he came in, your head thrown back as he groaned, still thrusting hard, but few letting aftershocks pulse through his body and yours before gently pulling out.
The bedsheets were drenched and sticky beneath her trembling thighs as aftershocks still lingered.
Her body quivered from overstimulation, every nerve hypersensitive, while John B’s hands roamed over her back and hips, keeping her steady. Both of them smirked, clearly pleased with how utterly she’d melted under their combined control.
Her pupils were blown, eyes glassy and dazed, as they gently laid her down on the bed. Their hands moved over her, dressing her again and cleaning her up with careful, possessive touches. She let out a small, breathless sigh, still trembling, and whispered, “Thank you.” JJ smirked, brushing a stray hair from her face, while John B’s hand lingered on her hip, both clearly proud and satisfied with how completely she’d melted for them.
so… i got a new phone 📱💀
and i’ve been working on something for like 20 DAYS 😭
sorry for disappearing…
family stuff happened, phone drama happened, life happened… basically chaos ⚡️
BUT!!! 👀💖
i’m lowkey hyped for saturday because i’m hanging out with this dude i’ve been talking to for a while…
and his sisters 😎💫 yeah. should be fun lol
anyway… the BIG news 💥
i’m dropping something tomorrow. promise. 🎉🎉
i’ll be real… i kinda lost motivation for a bit
felt like my writing wasn’t that good 😔
and i’ve been trying to figure out how to actually get better ✍️✨
so if you’ve got tips or things i should work on
plsssss tell me 🙏💖
honest criticism = SAFE here. i’m ready 😤
♡⃣where you're kidnapped by some masked russian after school. he's very mean but... what if he's hot under that mask?
pairing ! :⠀fem!reader x slavic!rafe.
warnings ! :⠀smut. degradation. swearing. handjob. fingering. cum in face. penetration. p in v. rough sex.
you wake up with your cheek pressed to the cold floor. for a moment, you forget where you are. then you remember the van after school.
you curl in on yourself. it’s cold in the room and your legs are bare, your school skirt hitched up halfway to your thighs. you're tied and it hurts, whimpering.
you hear voices—low, sharp—cut through the silence.
two russian men. you can’t see much from where you are, but you catch black worn boots. one stands with his back to you, the other leans against the wall.
“ona yeshchyo spit? (she still asleep?)
the standing older man turns. his eyes meet yours. they’re sharp, mean. he mutters something, walks closer.
“prosnylas', malen'kaya soochka. (awake, little bitch.)
you flinch. you don’t know what he said, but his tone makes your stomach drop. the other one doesn’t even look at you.
“w-where am i?”
“don’t speak,” he snaps, grabbing your chin hard. “daddy made bad decisions. you're here like a dog until he pays, yeah?”
you spit at him. directly into his face, landing on his cheek and mouth. it’s messy. wet.
“сука!” (bitch!)
his hand raises—fast. but it never lands.
“не трогай её.” (don’t touch her.)
you see the other man now. the one from last night. he wears a black ski mask, but his eyes are unmistakable. ice blue. his voice is cold, calm.
his hand caught the other man’s wrist mid-air. they lock eyes and the other man growls something.
“ты с ней сидеть хочешь? вперёд.” (you wanna babysit her? go ahead.)
“иди на хуй.” (fuck off.)
he leaves, and now it’s just you and him.
you sit up awkwardly, trembling, sniffling. your wrists hurt. your blouse’s half open from when they dragged you in here. skirt still crooked. white socks dirty from the floor.
he looks at you. no pity. just... observation.
you blink at him. voice small. dumb.
“…are you a perv?”
his brows lift slightly. “do i look like one?”
you nod, slow. his eyes narrow. he steps closer, slow, lazy almost.
“you’re tied up, crying. little uniform. looking at me like that... i could do anything i want to you right now.”
your heart stutters. eyes wide and scared.
but he exhales, bored. “but nah, not my thing.”
you frown. “…then why’m i here?”
he walks past you, drops into a couch like he owns the room and everything in it. you’re still on the floor.
“until daddy pays,” he says, “you’re mine.”
“did you have to tie me up?” you whine. “i’m not gonna run.” he doesn’t even look at you.
“i still think you’re a perv.”
his head turns slowly. those blue eyes find you again. unblinking. he crosses the room and grabs your face. not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to make you gasp. fingers on your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek.
his voice drops. “ty budesh’ sebya khorosho vesti, da?” (you’re going to behave, yeah?)
your eyes flutter. “yes... sir.”
in the middle of the night, you wake up shaking. the room’s dark, except for the orange flicker of a streetlamp bleeding through the broken blinds.
you sniffle again. louder than before. your stomach aches from crying. a groan cuts through the silence.
“blʲyat’...” (fuck...)
he’s on the couch still, mask on, shirt off now — broad chest rising and falling slow beneath a thin blanket. he lifts his head lazily, annoyed.
“what now?” his voice is thick, sleepy accented. “why the fuck are you crying again?”
you blink at him, eyes wide and stupid. you lift your hands weakly. “it hurts.”
he stares at you for a long second. then drops his head back with a groan. he doesn’t ask what. he sees it. the red. the chafed skin. he exhales like the world’s most exhausted man, gets up, and walks toward you. you feel small, stupid. he doesn’t say anything.
your eyes follow him, curious. “you’re probably hot under that mask.”
“yeah?” he says low. “you thinking about what i look like, little girl?”
you nod. “mm-hmm.”
he lifts you like you weigh nothing. you suck in a breath. he smells like cigarettes. his fingers dig into your thigh, big hand wrapped around your soft skin. he throws you back over his shoulder. you squeak while he tosses you onto the couch.
you bounce, skirt flipping up slightly, landing on your side. you let out a soft moan on impact.
his head snaps to you.
“…what the fuck was that sound?” he asks, voice tighter now. there’s almost a smirk behind the mask.
you look up at him, blinking. he steps closer, slow, arms folded.
“you that sensitive, kotenok?” (kitten)
you don’t answer.
he takes the knife from the side table and crouches in front of you.
“не двигайся” (don’t move.)
he slides the blade under the tie. a tiny flick — and it snaps. your wrists fall to your lap. they burn.
you don’t say thank you, just stare at him, wide-eyed. his face is close.
”you try anything…”
you nod slowly. “...you kill me. i know.”
you reach down to pull your tiny skirt lower — it barely covers your thighs, and it’s riding up a lot. he sees that too. he chuckles low. like it’s amusing to him.
“so shy now,” he murmurs. “i bet if i touch you again, you cry”
your thighs press together before you can stop yourself. he notices. of course he notices.
he doesn’t smile. just watches you.
“…my dad's probably looking for me right now,” you whisper.
he snorts. “no, princess. your daddy forgot about you.”
you have glassy eyes again. you try to hide them but he sees. he crouches beside the couch, pats your cheek like you’re a sad little dog.
“aw. don’t cry now,” he mocks. “was just getting cute.”
his hand drops to your thigh. plays with the edge of your skirt. pushing the fabric just an inch higher.
“…you’re mean,” you whisper.
he tugs the skirt back down. just a little.
he lifts the knife again but slower this time. deliberate. he drags the flat of it down your sternum. slow. the cold steel parts your already unbuttoned shirt, brushes the edge of your lace bra.
your breath hitches. he watches your chest rise.
then the blade glides lower. down your stomach. your waist. the hem of your skirt. he doesn’t break eye contact.
you open your mouth to say something—anything—but then something shifts. you glance down.
you see it. the tent in his pants. tight.
you giggle, it slips out before you can stop it.
his eyes narrow. “what’s fucking funny?”
you bite your lip, whispering, “…you’re hard.”
he looks down. stiffens.
“blyad’,” (fuck)
he covers it with his hand, turning slightly. annoyed.
you tilt your head. smile, soft.
“…i can help if you want.”
his head snaps toward you. brows low, eyes dark. the room is heavy with silence. he watches you. like he’s waiting for you to flinch. for you to backpedal. you don’t.
“god. you're so stupid” he says, voice lower.
“i am.” you whisper.
he leans in, slow. his hand cups your jaw again, rougher this time. thumb brushing your lip.
“you want to touch me?” he asks, voice tight.
you nod, heart pounding. “i think you want me to.”
“you dumb little girl…” his thumb presses into your cheek. “offering help to the bad guy?”
“you’re the one hard over me,” you whisper back, a little breathless. he stares. then he laughs — actually laughs — low, disbelieving.
“pizdets,” (fucking hell)
he pulls you into his lap. thighs against his. his hands on your waist now, under your shirt.
his jeans press against the inside of your thighs. your fingers twitch, hovering over his chest like you’re not sure if you’re allowed to touch.
you look at him. really look. blue eyes. cold. amused. like he’s watching a child try something they don’t understand. he doesn’t move. doesn’t speak. just tilts his head slightly, watching.
your fingers brushing the lines of his abs. he doesn’t move. just lets you explore. you reach out with shaky hands lower to his waistband. his eyes narrow.
you press your palm over his crotch. he’s hard now. not all the way, not yet. but thick and growing under your hand.
you glance up, mouth parted. he watches you. doesn’t say a thing. like he’s waiting to see what this dumb little girl’s gonna do next.
you undo the button. then the zipper. you peek... he still doesn’t stop you.
when you pull it down, your breath catches — he’s only half-hard but already thick, heavy. you blink, unsure, shy.
his hands slide rough to your ass. you gasp.
“you want it, but you don’t know what to do?” he mutters.
you nod dumbly, and he tsks like you’re disappointing him. his hands keep grabbing you, kneading your thighs. then you see the knife. he lifts it without a word, presses the tip to your chest and cuts.
your shirt splits with a soft shrrrk — your lace bra peeking underneath. you flinch, heart racing. he hums low. not in comfort but in amusement.
he tosses the shirt to the floor slow, like he enjoys watching you squirm. his hands are on your bra with his palms rubbing over the lace, thumbs circling your nipples until they perk. you whimper and he groans quietly.
his hips twitch. you keep touching him, stroking his cock slow and clumsy, fascinated by the way he thickens under your hand.
“you don’t even know what you’re doing.” he growls, but there’s a hint of restraint under it. like he’s about to snap.
he curses. again and again.
“eto pizdets…” (this is fucked…)
then suddenly he moves. grabs you by the waist, throws you rough back onto the couch like you weigh nothing. you squeal.
he walks to a cabinet. you sit up on your elbows, heart pounding. he opens it and pulls out a wallet. opens it slowly and takes out a condom.
you swallow. he groans low under his breath, shoving the drawer shut.
“going to get me in trouble for this.” he mutters, voice flat, like it’s your fault. “so you better behave.”
you smile a little, still breathless. “…you were a perv after all.”
he drops on the couch and spreads his legs wide. then grabs your ankles and drags you by your thighs, flipping you so you’re on your stomach over his lap. your skirt rides up, legs kicking a little from surprise.
he grabs the back of your neck and pushes you down gently. “stay still.”
you shiver. his fingers play with your skirt. dragging it up slowly, teasing. you try to look back again, curious and confused. his palm lands on your ass hard.
his fingers hook into your panties, tugging them down slow.
“i’ll show you what pervs do to dumb little girls like you.” he murmurs and you moan softly, hips twitching.
he presses you down harder, dragging one finger up the back of your thigh, slow, right to where your panties were just a second ago.
he hums when he finds your pussy already wet.
“this all for me, baby?” he murmurs, amused.
you don’t answer. you can’t.
he drags the edge of his finger through your folds, just barely, not enough. he’s fucking teasing.
he pulls away and you whine, twisting, trying to rub your thighs together. looking for that friction.
“stop moving,” he says. “or i’ll leave you like this.”
he pushes your legs apart, slowly, like he’s checking how far they go. then leans in, voice rough.
“anyone ever touched your pussy before?”
you swallow. “no... just me.”
he groans under his breath. “of course.”
his fingers return. this time two slide in with ease, your body clenching tight around them.
“tight little thing,” he mutters. “you touching yourself at night thinking about bad men like me, huh?”
you nod weakly, already shaking. he curls his fingers, rough, hitting that spot, watching your body twitch.
then he pulls away again. you moan in frustration.
“you cum when i say,” he snaps. “not before.”
you nod frantically, desperate. “yes– yes sir.” he grins satisfied.
he stands, grabs your wrist. “c’mere.”
you stumble after him, skirt still bunched, panties at your knees. he drags you to the edge of the couch, pushes your chest down against the armrest.
your toes barely reach the ground. he’s so much taller than you, you have to stretch to stay in place — ass up, legs trembling.
you feel him behind you. he grinds his cock between your thighs.
“this how you wanted it?” he murmurs. “get used like a hole?” you nod, desperate, panting.
he lines up, pushes just the tip in — then pulls back. you whimper.
“shut up.” he slaps your ass. makes you jolt. holds your hips, positions you right where he wants you.
then he pushes in, slow. your walls stretch painfully around him, hot and thick and pulsing.
you gasp. he groans.
“fuck… so fuckin’ tight.”
he holds himself still once he’s in deep. then begins to move. hard and fast. no mercy.
he fucks you like you’re not supposed to enjoy it.
he grabs your hair, yanks your head back, keeps fucking you through every noise, every squirm, every twitch of your body begging for release.
“you wanna cum?” he growls.
“yes– please–” he pulls out.
you scream in frustration. he drags you back by your thighs, flips you to your knees on the floor. his cock’s right in front of your face now.
“mouth.” he says.
you open it eager. lips wet, eyes glassy.
but he doesn’t let you take him in. instead, he strokes himself — rough, fast.
he watches you look up at him, wide-eyed and ruined.
his voice breaks. "looking fuckin' pathetic."
you moan, thighs pressed tight, needy and undone. he groans once, deep in his chest— then finishes all over your face.
his cum messy and feels warm.
you flinch, mouth still open, cum dripping from your cheek to your chin.
he pants heavy. still towering over you.
then finally — finally — he pulls the mask off.
his face is flushed. jaw sharp. dirty blonde buzzed hair. blue eyes blown black with lust.
he stares down at you. and for the first time—
you see his smile.
“все равно нужно, чтобы папа заплатил.” (still need daddy to pay.)
It has been brought to my attention that these anons think it’s funny to bully others and it’s not funny to bully others because anons don’t know what’s going on in these people’s lives so they (anons) are make people leave or worse taking their own lives so if you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say nothing at all. So the reason why I am writing this post is because @cameronsbabydoll is getting a lot of hate that she doesn’t deserve so any of my followers could please sent her nice message and let her know that she is loved and wanted, I would greatly appreciate it and also any of her followers could do the same.
“Hey babes! Sooo, In the Van is no longer a thing 🙈 I just slipped all the juicy parts into my new fic Double Trouble instead. Hope y’all love it as much as I do! Thanks for the love 💖✨”
You’re skating down the boardwalk, wheels humming smooth beneath you, curls bouncing in the salty breeze. It’s your first week staying with family for the summer, soaking up all the OBX vibes. Headphones blasting, world on mute—you’re in your zone, lost in the rhythm of your board and the ocean air.
JJ’s leaning casually against the railing, one hand wrapped around a cold beer, eyes tracing the waves like they hold all the secrets. He’s got that effortless vibe—like he owns the place without even trying.
You’re trying out a new trick, focused and maybe a little too caught up in your own world. Suddenly, you lose your balance and almost slam right into him.
“Shit, sorry!” you blurt, stepping back too fast. His grip slips, and the beer tumbles from his hand, crashing against the boardwalk with a loud, shattering smack.
You immediately feel a sharp sting bite your palm. Looking down, you spot thin lines of blood creeping between your fingers.
JJ’s face shifts instantly from surprise to concern as he crouches down beside you. “Fuck, you good?” he asks, eyes scanning the cut.
You bite your lip, trying not to wince. “Yeah, I’m YN,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sting.
He reaches out carefully, gently grabbing your hand. His fingers are warm as he inspects the cut, and you can’t help but notice how close you are.
“JJ,” he says, his voice low and steady.
You meet his gaze, heart skipping a beat even though you’re trying to play it cool. “Guess I owe you a beer,” you say, a smirk tugging at your lips despite the pain.
He chuckles softly, pulling his shirt off to wrap around your hand, stopping the bleeding. “Yeah, you definitely do.”
The tension between you lingers in the salty air, heavy but electric. Neither of you rushes to break it—it’s like the universe just set the stage for something new.
Later, you roll up to the Cameron house—your cousins’ place, a messy, lively spot that somehow feels like home despite being new to you. The porch light casts a warm glow, and you hear familiar laughter and the faint clatter of dishes inside.
Ward, Sarah’s dad and your uncle-by-marriage, spots you the second you walk in, eyes immediately flicking to your hand wrapped in JJ’s shirt.
“What happened?” he asks, voice low but firm like he’s ready to school you if needed.
“I fell,” you say, shrugging it off.
Ward nods. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”
He starts walking toward the kitchen, but his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out but doesn’t answer right away.
Instead, he calls out, “Sarah, baby, can you come help YN with a cut?”
You hear footsteps as Sarah—your cousin and a total boss—comes downstairs.
Ward grabs his phone and heads toward his office. “I’ve got a call I need to take.”
Sarah arrives just in time, giving you a reassuring smile.
She gently takes your hand and inspects the cut. The blood is still fresh, but not too bad.
“Okay, first things first,” Sarah says, grabbing a clean cloth and running it under cold water.
She carefully presses the damp cloth against your palm, cleaning away the blood.
“Does it sting?” she asks.
“A little,” you admit, biting your lip.
Sarah nods. “That’s normal. Just hold still.”
After a few seconds, she reaches for a small first aid kit and pulls out some antiseptic cream and a sterile bandage.
She spreads the cream gently over the cut, then wraps the bandage snugly around your hand.
“There,” she says, giving you a soft smile. “Good as new.”
You flex your fingers, testing the bandage. “Thanks, Sarah. I owe you one.”
She laughs. “Just don’t go falling again, okay?”
Sarah studies your bandaged hand carefully. “So, how’d you manage to do this?” she asks, eyebrow raised.
You shrug, cheeks warming. “I fell… tried a trick and didn’t stick it.”
She laughs, nudging your arm. “Classic. But you gotta be careful if you wanna keep skating all summer.”
You grin. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”
Sarah’s smile gets wider. “Hey, there’s a party tonight at the Bone Yard. All the island kids will be there.”
You blink, intrigued. “The Bone Yard?”
“Yeah, it’s where everyone hangs out. It’s pretty chill—music, bonfires, the whole vibe.”
You hesitate but the thought makes your heart skip. “Sounds… fun.”
Sarah nods. “It’ll be a good way to meet people. You should come.”
You smile, feeling a spark of excitement. “Alright, I’m in.”
💕💕💕💕💕Later that night💕💕💕💕💕
The night air hits you as you step into the Bone Yard, the low hum of music and chatter wrapping around you like a familiar blanket. Topper’s by your side, grinning like he owns the place as you weave through the crowd of island kids gathered around bonfires and makeshift tables.
Sarah waves from across the yard, her eyes catching yours before she slips away to talk with some friends. You spot JJ leaning against a post near the edge, watching the crowd with that effortless cool, but you don’t say a word—yet.
You take a deep breath, letting the buzz of the party settle in, then slip away from Topper to grab two beers from the cooler. One’s for you, the other still sealed.
JJ’s eyes find you as you head back, and for a moment, you freeze, caught under his gaze.
You walk up with a smirk, holding out the unopened bottle. “Here, stranger. I owed you one.”
He raises an eyebrow, accepting the beer, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. “Thanks. I was starting to think you forgot.”
You shrug, popping open your own bottle. “Not a chance.”
He leans in slightly, voice low enough just for you. “You’re full of surprises, YN. I like that.”
You sip your beer, feeling the warmth spread. “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself.”
The music pulses around you as you both fall into easy conversation—talking about the island, favorite spots, and the dumbest tricks you’ve attempted on your boards.
“You ever fall this hard before?” he asks, nodding at your bandaged hand.
You laugh, shrugging. “More times than I can count. But hey, it’s all part of the ride.”
He smirks, eyes locked on yours. “You’re tougher than you look.”
You bite your lip, heart picking up pace. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”
The buzz of the party fades into background noise as the moment stretches between you two—electric, charged, and just waiting to snap.
He leans in lips just brush yours you cam feel his hot breath on your slightly cold face and he pulls back slightly, voice low and casual, “I know a spot we can go… if you want.”
You grins, biting your lip, “Sure.”
You two slip through the party crowd, weaving toward the edge of the Bone Yard.
JJ leads confidently, hand resting lightly on your lower back.
The night air is just slightly chiller then normal, but the heat between you stays thick.
JJ leads you to a old rusty van,i parked just out of sight.
JJ opens the sliding door and motions for you to get in.
The van smells faintly of leather and sea salt.
JJ leans against the doorframe, watching you settle in.
You smile, heart pounding with anticipation.
JJ steps inside, closing the door behind him.
The small space feels cozy and private.
JJ moves close again, fingers brushing your cheek.
You're eyes lock, breath shallow.
JJ tilts your chin up, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.
You melt into it, he as he slips histongue into your mouth. He tasted faintly like beer and mint.
As the kissed continued and hands started to roam, his hands warm, rough, but soft at the same time, went from the back of your neck to the small of your back to the hem of your shirt.
He pulled back just far enough to pull your shirt off and you helped his hand reached behind you to find your bra clip.
Before he undid it he checked in looking you in the eye "you sure"?
You nod.
"Words" he said shaking his head.
"Yes" you said breathlessly from the lobg kiss and your anticipation.
Just as you said the word like magic he unclipped it, with one hand the straps fell down your shoulders, you take your arms out of them.
Nipples almost instantly hard from the cold night air, even in the van.
He groans amd kisses your collar bone whispering in between kisses fuck ... your .... perfect.
He kisses back up to your neck.
You find the hem of his shirt pull it up slightly, he pulls back and takes it off.
it gets thrown somewhere on the van floor as he leans back in to kiss you.
His hands traces your figure.
All the way until he reaches your jean shorts, his fingers find the button he pulls back, undoes them.
He leans down to take the right boob in his mouth, sucking and kissing, hot breath on your chest.
While the other hand messaging your left, fingers pinching and rolling your nipple. Making you moan and whimper. You could feel him getting harder by the minute, so you reach down to palm him through his pants.
He groans pulls back just enough to take his pants off, you mirrored his action.
Now a pile of clothes on the ground.
He leans in again kissing you, as his hand trail down to your soaking wet heat, to open you up with his fingers.
He gently slid one in easily.
Then two.
he moved them in the spongy spot, making you cry out.
"So wet for me"? He taunted a bit fingers moving a little faster.
He adds preasure on your clit, making you almost cum on the spot.
"Fuck fuck fuck! JJ! Fuck"! You moan, legs shaking from how close you are.
He stops pulling his fingers out.
Moving his hand, to stoking his long thick length. Rubbing his tip through your folds.
"Shit" he groans "so fuckin' wet".
His cock catches on your hole, he pushes in slowly little by little, hissing threw his clench jaw.
"Shit JJ" you moan out, due to the sweet burn of the stretch.
When he finally bottomed out, he said "tell me when"
Staying still, letting you relax get used to him.
Ok you say breathless "I'm ready"
He nods and slowly starts to move, you lift your leg onto his shoulder making him go impossibly deeper, he slowly picks up his pace and sets a rythme.
All that can be heard in the van, is the slaping of skin, your moans, every so often the twinkie would squeak.
Your eyes roll back from the intense pleasure.
Shiiiiit you say clenching JJ so hard, desperately feeling for anything to grab.
You eventually find JJ wrist, that was holding him up so he wouldn't crush you. your other hand reached up over your head and found the seat crack.
Fuck JJ groaned "You gonna cum? Your clenching so hard I'm gonna lose control" a moment later he continued "come onbaby cum for me be a good girl and let go"
The hand you werent holding, went to rub your clit in figure eights.
Your legs started shaking, your vision went black, you saw stars, JJ sped up as you came hard on his cock
"Fuck I'm cummin" " is all you got to say before you were moaning and couldnt form words.
JJ started chasing his high, as your yes rolled back again, with overwhelming pleasure.
Before you knew it his cum spilled inside you.
All you heard was his groan and felt his speed slowly slowing down.
You look up at him and he said "You with me?"
You nodded and he slowly and carefully pulled out.
Stood up to grab a napkin from the glove box, cleaned you up he got dressed, helped you get dressed as he was helping you put on your bra you said "thank you that was amazing"
Then all a sudden there was a knock on the door
Hey man, John b said You good in there
JJ signaled to you to be quite.
Yup all good he replied just grabbing some weed be out in 5?
💕💕💕💕💕💕The End💕💕💕💕💕💕
✨ I seriously hope you babes love this as much as I did ✨ If you have any requests, ideas, or even just random thoughts about this (or literally anything else), my DMs are always open. No judgment here, ever. This is a safe space where we gas each other up, share the chaos, and have fun with it. 💖
Huge shoutout to the queen @swacred for inspiring this spicy little masterpiece—you’re the best, babe! Love you all endlessly, and I can’t wait to hear what you think. 🫶
Dom!Jj x Routledge!reader The pogues went to a party and John b asked JJ to watch yn and she said in his ear why watch him when you can be inside me. Progress: 8%
Ms. Tease
Pupcake!kook!reader x Pogue!Dom!John b
Yn was teasing John b licking her ice cream tongue out bending over in his shirt no pants and he finally broke
Progress: 15.6%
Im going to try to post ms. tease tmrw if not probally before next week and hopefully post in the van this week if not for sure next week
