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☆Content warning: Please heed any warnings given about toxic relatshionships especially with my (Rafe Cameron) concepts. This is fictional, and not something we need realistically.
hii are you still active? i just found ur acc and saw some of the coming soon fics for jake and tara and im so excited!! especially for the poly fic, cigs after sex and witchy gf lol
no rush ofc! :)
Yesss hii im still active my bad for not posting in awhile its exam season!!
Im so glad ur excited, they will all be coming soon, im just on a bit of a long break right now
Warnings: toxicish jj (but in a hot way), innocence/corruption kink, sex, smoking, vaping, weed, nsfw, consensual somnophilia
JJ met Lamb in the public library, she was studying in the summer, and he had just come in to get out of the heat
She was a pretty little thing, long platinum blonde hair, pale unblemished skin, and bright gray eyes.
He pulled up a chair beside her, despite almost every other spot being open.
"Hi cutie"
That sorta snapped her out of her concentration, she stared at him with wide eyes for a second, "hello... you're jj right?"
She knew who he was from Pope Heyward, a friend and study partner from school.
He only affirmed with a nod, and started fiddiling with the fabric of her skirt, and looking at her textbook
She was wearing something like this, floral sun dress, very cottagecore
"Why are you reading a school textbook. We just left that hellhole like two weeks ago." Its less of a question as he closes the book, even though she protests quietly mindful of the librarian who was watching them closely
He picks up her tote bag and put the book away, shes just staring at him with furrowed brows
"Your friends with Pope huh? Hes talked about you, little lamb."
She nods at him blankly, and he smirks
"Yeah, im uh, going to meet up with him and the rest of them at the ice cream shop just across the road, you wanna come cutie? Any flavour on me"
It took very little convincing, and from their the rest is history
She was naive and shy, didnt like talking to strangers, liked to sleep, etc
People actually expected their relatshionship to end pretty quickly
JJ was loud and busy, she was quiet and liked lazy sundays, but it worked for them
They balanced eachother out, and JJ liked the position of control she allowed him to have on her
He was her first everything besides kiss. First official boyfriend, he took her virginity, first time smoking weed or vaping,
He loved that.
She actually enjoys smoking weed quite a bit, and JJ buys her pens because they're easier on her sensitive little lungs
He likes getting her all high in chateau, lifting her skirt and sitting her on his cock, even infront of the other guys because it's the only time shes not too shy
JJ learned the best way to turn Lamb on is talking her through it, specifically about what they wanted in the future
Things like marrying her and buyiny a little ranch with a couple cows, chickens, and of course lambs to take care of, gonna give her babies, etc
One day she got bold and decided to buy some lingerie, something like this or this. She just lays on the bed reading her book until he gets home
Maybe he gets home late that day, and shes all upset because she was trying so hard :(
But maybe shes still feeling bold and writes a little consent letter before she goes to bed and puts it on her pillow, as she snuggled up under a thin sheet on his pillow
When he comes home hes shocked when he reads the letter, because his little lamb would never write those naughty words. As turned on as he was he was kinda skeptical, but when he takes the sheet down and sees what shes wearing
He triee so hard at first not to wake her up, just gentle touches turning into gentle thrusts, but she whines her in sleep and grips onto him, burying her head in his neck, that just makes him feral
He ends up waking her up accidentally as he starts pounding into her, marking up her beck and leaving hickies
and she just melts into him when she fully wakes up, clinging onto him and just letting him take care of her
They are lowk a sorta traditional couple when it comes to masculine and feminine roles (??) Because thats what they prefer
Like Lamb is very feminine and girly, she likes to cook and likes to have a clean house so she does those chores. He does all the lawnwork and takes out the trash, they both work
Lamb always has peanuts on her to feed chipmunks??
I think Tate should pin reader to a wall and fuck her. W me deserve a treat this Halloween season, and slutty Tate is such a nice thing.
(A/n: I think that's the best idea you've had yet. Slutty Tate is really all I need in this life🫠)
(Forgive the writing rust, it's been a minute)
(Not proofread)
(Pretend it's still October for me, yeah?)
Word Count: 1,611
Summary- Run, baby, run.
Warnings: Chasing, Unprotected Sex
Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Tate Langdon x Fem! Reader: Run
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"Oh, my fucking god, Tate!" You screech as you use the banister to make a sharp turn. Tate thunders down the stairs after you in that stupid mask he found.
"C'mon~" He rasps out. "Don't you wanna play?~"
You round the kitchen island, circling it to keep distance between you. His vocal fry makes your cheeks burn; the innuendo in his phrasing doing nothing to help the heat.
"Don't -" You cut yourself off with a scream as Tate all but lunges around the island at you.
And you're running again, through the living room, past the home office, until you spot the basement door in your peripheral. You shoot off towards it, ripping the door open and sprinting down the stairs. You use the support pillars to your advantage, losing him in the maze that you call a basement.
You can hear his heavy steps as he taunts you. Boot clad feet clicking and echoing through the dark room.
"Y/n~" He singsongs. "Come out, come out wherever you are~"
His voice is muffled by the mask.
You slip around the last outcropped wall and plaster your back to the brick.
A shiver runs up your spine and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end as it suddenly goes deadly silent. The only sound in the damp room is your ragged breathing that gets poorly muffled by your hands.
Why did you think the basement was a good idea? You've done nothing but effectively trap yourself.
You're a sitting duck down here. Your best chance at escaping him is if you can manage to get back up the stairs and make a break for the front door. In theory, it's easy. The door is just a few paces to the right of the basement. But this is a ghost you're dealing with - nothing is that simple with him.
Nonetheless, once you steady your breathing, you start inching your way back to the steps.
Thank the gods you decided to put off putting your shoes on; your socks make your steps silent as you scoot around a corner. Your eyes adjusting to the pitch black does nothing to quell your paranoia; if anything, it merely heightens it. The knowledge that you could turn your head at any point at be face to face with your pursuer has your heart frantically beating against your ribs as if aching to smash through the bone. The quiet roars in your ears as you strain to hear even the slightest shuffle in the dark.
Wait-
No. That was your pulse in your ears...
'Where is he..?'
Every step you take feels like it's being watched like a hawk, and, at this point, you don't know if you're just psyching yourself out or not. Something moves in the corner of your eye, but when you whip around, you're met with nothing.
'This isn't funny anymore...' your mind unhelpfully supplies.
Taking a shuddering breath, you make up your mind and call out into the pitch.
"Tate? Please, this isn't fun anymo-"
A hand covers your mouth, an arm snaking across your stomach to drag you back. You thrash, desperately trying to rip the hand off. Your protests remain muffled as your captor pins you face-first to the nearest wall.
"Gotcha~" Tate quips, his breath fanning your neck. "Are you scared, baby?"
So, he ditched the mask... 'Finally,' you can't help but think.
You shake your head despite the answer being an obvious 'yes'. You can feel his cock pressing into your ass, getting harder with each passing second.
"No?" His hand slips from your mouth to your jaw, tilting your head back, "Liar."
With that, Tate slams his mouth to yours, hungry and not afraid to satiate himself.
You know it's wrong. That being hunted down and caught shouldn't make you feel this way, but it does. It does. It makes your tummy get all hot and fuzzy - makes your head cloudy and hazy.
And Tate knows it.
He knows this dirty little secret of yours and loves to entice it. Because, just as much as you love the chase, he loves the hunt.
The arm around you slides down until his hand can slip into your pants.
"Not only are you a liar -" he murmurs into the kiss, "- but you love that you're scared. I bet you're soaking through your panties, too, aren't ya?"
His fingers finally reach your folds, easily stroking you with all the slick that's shamefully accumulated. "Knew it~"
Tate breaks the kiss and pulls his hand out. Lifting his hand to your lips, he barely has to mutter out an 'open' before you're accepting the digits into your mouth.
You can feel his dark eyes boring into you as you suck your own juices from his fingers.
"Good girl..." His thumbs along your jaw with his free hand before pulling his digits from your mouth.
Tate turns you around and pins you to the wall once more before leaning down to kiss you again. It feels like he's devouring you; eager to eat you until there's nothing left for him to take. His tongue slips past your lips, tasting all you have to offer and still some. It's when he starts to work at your jeans that you pull away.
"Down here?" You ask, as you attempt to catch your breath. Tate makes that easier said than done by shifting to focus on your neck.
You can feel the shit-eating smirk that spreads against your neck as he mumbles out a "Why not? You had no problem soaking your panties down here."
He belts out a laugh at your offended gasp and as much as you want to snark back, you can't deny that he's right. So, instead, you huff out an "Asshole" as you relax against the wall. Wasting no time, Tate shoves your jeans down until you're able to kick them off; after unbuckling his own, he hikes your leg up and lines his cockhead with your entrance with an almost evil grin.
"Tate, don't you fucking dar-" You're cut off with a yelp as he shoves himself to the hilt with one motion.
"You love it," he grunts. And you do.
He pulls out to the tip before thrusting back in. Again and again, he builds up to a frenzied rhythm as the wet sounds of your arousal echo through the basement and all you can think is how glad you are that you're the only one home.
You can feel the staccato of your heartbeat as it mirrors his trusts.
You can barely breathe with how hard he's slamming into you, but he still has you all but clawing at his back, so it's not like you can complain. He isn't much better with how he's basically growling into your neck, sucking and biting a pattern into your skin as he fucks into you.
"How are you still so fucking tight?" He groans out, grinding his cock into you before pulling out. Tate flips you around once more before pushing back in.
Your cheek scrapes against the wall with a few trusts before you're able to get your palms against it. Using your new leverage, you start to press back, meeting him trust for thrust as he draws out grunts and groans from both of you.
The hot, wet slide of him in your cunt has your brain going empty of anything but Tate and the growing need to cum. You can feel the steady build up, the tension mounting in your muscles as he guides you closer and closer to the edge.
You're not even sure what sounds your making; all you can hear is the heavy breathing and growled curses that Tate is releasing. His hands snuck up to play with your tits at some point and with each tug and pinch, your back arches more and more as electricity starts to crackle in your veins.
"God, I'm close," you pant out. "Please, Tate..."
You feel the tip of his nose trail up your neck as he inhales your scent. "You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He mumbles once his lips meet the skin just below your ear.
He slips one of his hands back down to your clit, "Then cum."
With one last tug to the sensitive nerve, your vision blurs as you cry out his name. The static in your limbs shoots out, spreading through your fingers and toes and tosses your head back against his shoulder. You don't even register your legs going out until Tate's arm tightens around your waist, keeping you up as he chases his own release.
"Hold on, baby," He rasps, "Just hold on for me a little longer-"
The continued stimulation keeps your eyes shut as your forced to take what he gives. Any rhythm he had is gone as he pounds into your cunt like an animal; you could cry out in relief once you feel his hips start to stutter. And you do. As soon as you can feel the thick, hot ropes of his cum pump into you, the tears fall; the overstimulation makes your legs quiver, but ecstasy still hums in your veins.
You don't register the muttered praises Tate presses into your shoulder until your breathing evens out and your heart stops hammering in your ears. "You with me, Pretty?"
Nodding, you test your legs, finally taking the strain off of Tate, though his arm stays firmly locked around your waist. Blinking the remaining blurriness from your eyes, you turn your head to face him before getting pulled into a kiss.
It was just a mini prank war. Colby grew actual grass in Sams bedroom carpet while he was away with Kat, and Sam just slipped him viagra half way through their overnight haunted hotel trip.
It was just you, Sam, and Colby. The Bethins Hotel was infamous for its incredibly haunted third floor, specifically the room 307, which naturally Sam and Colby had booked.
They had also booked room 204, planning on doing rock-paper-scissors to figure out which of the boys were going to have to sleep in the haunted room.
You had always had a little crush on Colby. He was your older brothers best friend and you had grown up around him. You would never say anything about your crush, you were sure ut wouldnt be reciprocated. You were oblivious to all the flirty remarks he had made about you, or all the times he would stare at you across the room.
It felt wrong to him, he should see you as a little sister, the same way he sees Sam as an older brother, but he just couldnt. You were too pure, too sweet, too pretty. He wanted to have you all to himself, but he would always rationalize that Sam would never approve.
Colby always knew about your crush, it obvious to him. You were always shy and blushing in his presence, eyes darting to find him when he walked into a room, he saw it all.
The investigation started smoothly. They were getting direct communication from a spirit, and everything was turning out great. They had investigated a few hotspots plus room 307 before Colby started feeling the effects.
They were deciding to take a little break, order food, and hang out in 204 until they were ready to go to the banquet hall. Colby had popped a boner when you came out of the shower, wearing short shorts and a huge black and pink xplr zipup, with nothing but a tiny sportbra underneath.
He had tried to take care of himself in the bathroom like a gentleman but of course it wouldnt go away, every stroke just turning him on more, and when you knocked on the door to make sure he was okay after hearing his quiet pants and groans, he knew he was fucked.
He had realized the headache medication Sam gave him earlier wasnt headache medication and cursed him out before devising a plan. If Sam was comfortable upping the prank war to the point of drugging him, surely he'd considered the consequences would be Colby fucking his beautiful little sister.
"Aw im good Baby, thanks" the petname slipped out unintentionally as he opened the door, and he chuckled when you squirmed a little. "Was just taking care of a little 'somethin" he kept his tone suggestive and smirked as you stumbled over an unnecessary apology and scurried back over to the couch you had been sitting on.
"Maybe next time you should help me out babygirl" he spoke smoothly as he sat too close for a friend to you on the couch.
"W-what do you mean?"
"Come on babe, you know exactly what i mean your a very smart girl. You had to have realized that ive liked you too princess."
Dumbfounded, you just gape at him for a second with furrowed brows. "What about Sam."
"Dont worry about him, this is just us sweetheart." Everything he said was smooth and convincing, the constant petnames making you blush more by the second.
As you were about to respond, trying to come out with some response, the door handled raddled signaling Sam was back. Colby got up to greet him and help bring the food out, staring at you every chance he got. You were sitting quietly with your eyes pinned to the floor when Sam brought you your food and sat on the single chair diagonal to you.
"You okay?" Colby asked in a false questioning tone as he brought his food to sit beside you. You jumped a tad, startled out of your thoughts.
"Mhm. Just thinking..."
By the end of the investigation, Sam was forced to sleep in the haunted room while you and Colby got the safety of 204. You and Colby.
The thought left a bit of an imprint on your mind. He seemed so sure earlier, giving you small glances past the camera, comforting you from the back when you felt your hair get pulled. Was he going to make a move tonight? You felt a mixture of anxiousness and excitness coil up in your stomach.
Later that night, you were laying on your designated bed. Sam just left for his room and Colby had been a complete gentlemen, he was in the bathroom now and it was late, part of you was thinking what happener earlier to be imaginary. Had your delusions made it all up merely hours ago?
You quickly realized you hadnt when colby came out in just his sweatpants, slightly damp hair, and sat right beside you on bed. You were curled to the side watching tiktok and he spooned behind you.
"You've liked me for a little bit huh baby?"
You didnt know how to respond, putting your phone down in the night table and turning to face him, only realizing your mistake after you noticed how he was looking at you.
You nodded nervously, mumbling out a shaky "mhm" that made Colby chuckle.
"You know, ive liked you too" he got closer, his face more easily seen through the dim lighting. He ducked his face closer to your neck to whisper in your ear. "Wouldve never said anything in Sam didnt basically give me permission" he was stretching the truth on that one. Sam definitely did not give him explicit permission, but Colby would deal with the consequences of that later.
"What? He did that?" Colby smirked, she sounded so hopeful and desperate.
"Of course babygirl, told him how much i liked you, wanted to take care of you, he gave me his blessing. We're good baby."
Sure it was a little manipulative to fib, but Colby knew you needed that little push. You were so sweet and naive, you grew up always craving approval from those around you, you wouldnt want to dissapoint your brother. If Sam had said it was okay, however, then that wasnt an issue, right?
"You like me?" Your voice was timid, he only responded by kissing your neck and slipping the strap of your tank top down.
Instinct took over your bodies, you leaned into his touch and helped him take of your top. He was already shirtless, and now inching his lips down the valley of your breats to leave soft kisses on any unmarked piece of skin. The kisses became rougher in some spots, leaving what was sure to turn into dark hickies by tommorow morning.
"You want me to fuck you Baby? Want me to ruin you for everyone else?" His hands were all over your body, you could barely speak beyond mumbled pleas.
He took off your pajama shorts and took in your body. You were perfect and he was pissed he hadn't indulged his crush earlier. He brought a calloused hand down to brush just above your clit.
"So fuckin pretty Princess. Gonna treat you the way you need hm?" He slipped his index finger inside easily, your wetness running down his palm.
He added a finger and pumped them inside, keeping his pace slow until a big knot built up in your stomach. Colby whispered sweet, encouraging words into your ears until you let yourself go.
Lifting his finger to his lips he sucked off your cum, moaning as if he had just eaten a delicious meal. Colby left kisses on your tummy and trailed up your breasts again until he could kiss your lips again.
"Gonna let me fuck you pretty girl?" You nodded deliriously, muttering out 'yes please daddy' barely audible for him to hear. He lined himself up and smirked when your hands found his to hold them before he could push himself in. You were just too perfect.
He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching you out and stinging just enough to make you whimper. Colby caught your lips with his as he fully tucked himself away in your cunt. Your brain was going fuzzy from the fullness alone.
After a bit of making out an.d holding hands tightly, Colby could feel you grinding against him. He started moving, pushing himself to the hilt with every slow thrust. Your whines were just encouraging him to keep going slow and steady.
"Colby please." You begged, your words broken up and squeaky.
"You getting impatient baby? Calm down sweetheart, we're going all night"
☆bonus☆
The end of the night Colby and you decided to order food and take another shower together and watch a movie anf chat until they fell asleep
Colby is a bit more truthful and tells you about the viagra prank and you get pissed and your brother
The next morning sam came in their room
Saw him naked and her in just his teeshirt and flipped out
Almost killed Colby that second, but was quickly convinced to calm down by the way you were staring daggers at him
"Absolutely not Sam. You think its okay to drug your friends…"
Im so sorry yall i wanted this to be so much better but its just not
a man that thinks he’s going to get laid but really I’m gonna make him watch ahs and leech off his body heat while I ask him weird and invasive questions
having a chronic illness while being with jonbee would mean constant attention and help 💗
you can’t walk today? no problem, he’ll carry you. he’ll cook you the food you need, get you water (in a bottle so you don’t spill it!) and help you stay comfortable in bed.
you got food stains on your favorite blanket because you were clumsy and dropped it? no worries, he’ll put stain remover on it and put it in the wash.
you wanna cuddle but you can’t find a comfortable way? he’ll lay you on top of his chest to hold you. you don’t have to do any work.
you have a migraine? lights are off, a warm washcloth is on your head, relaxing music is on, and blankets are tucked to your neck.
youre snotty and can’t unclog your nose? he’ll take a bath with you!! to make sure you don’t get overheated, he’ll bring ice cubes and water :) he’ll even hold the washcloth to your nose for you to blow into!
you have another fever? you’re already taken care of. there’s medication right by your bed and a boy to nap with
you’re in pain? massages and blankets to prop your neck up .
Warnings: manipulation, paranoid schizophrenia, anxiety, obsessive gf, knife play, spanking, overstim, edging, NOT x reader, daddy kink, casual dominance, etc
Laufey met John B when she was snooping through the cut and probably chasing a raccoon through the forest
JJ and John B stopped her and asked her what she was doing there. It was pouring raininag out and tensions w/ the kooks and pogues are at an all time high
She was wearing a trashy y2k inspired fit, and her her was very long and sorta wavy/curly, neither of the boys recognized her
She told them she got into an argument with her now ex boyfriend Rafe (she of course used some very ***interesting*** words to describe him) and jumped out of his car, then walked into a park, found a raccoon and has been chasing it ever since
"We cant just leave her out here in the rain" "bro shes a kook? What if shes undercover" (jb and jj to eachother, whispering like idiots)
By the time the look back up for Laufey, She has caught the racoon and is now carefully(?) womanhandling it into submission.
Now shes walking back to the chateau beside JB, holding her new raccoon friend all "youre really handsome you know... could kill a girl with that smile" Just openly flirting w him, Jj laughing his ass off behind them
"Oh yeah im sure pretty girl, did you get hurt in the forest? You're bleeding" of course hes just going straight into daddy mode. She just laughs it off "The raccoon bit me when we tussled. Its okay i have antibiotics for rabies at home just in case... you single?" "Jesus fuck. Mhm"
When they got back home, JJ made himself food and John B took Laufey back to find a change of clothes.
"This hoodie'll be big on you but'll fit. You can try these pajama pants" handing her one of his few hoodies and womens pajama pants.
"Why do you have girls pants. I thought you were single" "getting jealous pretty girl?" "Yes."
And he was kinda hooked from that conversation. He knew it probably wasnt good or sane, but he liked the claim she felt she had in him after barely knowing eachother
Maybe it comes from his own traumas, but he adores feeling needed and wanted.
They clicked very quickly, not doing anything inherently romanatic or sexual for weeks/months, just flirting and a lot of clingyness.
The pogues got use to her being around, not that they rlly had a choice because she wouldnt seperate herself from JB.
I imagine very early into their friendship, she explained a bit about her history to him, and that connected them even more. He wanted to be there for her
Laufey grew up in a pretty rich household with three older siblings. Her mother passed away and her father was extremely abusive growing up. He doesn't physically abuse her or any of her siblings now, but the damage has been done.
When she was 13 she was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. At that point she was sent off to a mental institution by her father (in her eyes to "get rid of her")
She explained to Jb that they shouldnt be friends, and she would eventually hurt him, she didnt want that
He didnt care, in a nearly toxic way the didnt care if he got hurt, he wanted her selfishly.
When they finally do get together, they are 4lifers
Laufey is absolutely obbsessed w him
He likes to do little things to take care of her, especially things that help take a bit of stress off her and make her faily life easier
Like brushing her hair and doing it in the mornings, picking out her outfits, making her food and making sure she eats, making sure she takes her meds and picking up the prescriptions, etc, etc.
Some nights are really rough. Its not all sunshine and rainbows especially after Laufey had her first big breakdown while dating him.
It started when she was left alone, and she got carried away even when he came back to her, tryning his best to ground her but instead she just called her dad and guilt trapped him into sending her enough money to buy herself a house to get an apartment on the cut with, and hid herself away in it for a weekish.
Jb realized he needed to take better care of her, he became more intune with her emotions and began to know her mind better then she did.
On rougher nights he would take of her makeup, change her clothes, wash her hair, hide her pills in food, brush her teeth for her, anything she needs
He needs it too tbh. He needs the feeling of being wanted.
Following him around everywhere, on all his adventures without a care in the world for her own safety.
Even when he tells her (in his stern daddy voice) that she'd better stay home and let him go on this one alone, because it would be so unsafe for her
Laufey of course ignored all his warnings, ("you'll take care of me daddy!!") hid herself in his boat, and sneaking up behind him once they were far enough away from the harbour for him to not want to turn back.
She got herself a spanking right then and there (although she enjoyed it)
When they finally go back home in the safety of the chateau, he had come up with actual punishments for her, for whenever they'd be needed. He had learned that edging her, overstimulating her, spanking her, making her cockwarm him, all of those were just incentives to her.
Things like taking away her vibrator, or not letting her wear any of his clothes for a bit, not doing her hair for her, etc
Speaking of incentives, he also has those set for her. The list os mostly things he wouldnt usually do, that make her horny asf.
Like cutting her, biting her (hard enough to draw blood), hunting her in the woods, etc, etc
Laufey adores fighting random cunts that try to hit on JB.
He has had to pull her off of many a drunk stranger at a party before she breaks their face
She actually almost fucked up jj on a bad night where be decided to fuck around and find out
He was drunk and making some stupid quips about some pogue girls checking Jb out. Saying that they were more "his type"
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Didnt go well for him😭😭💀
"I swear to god Johnathan if you even think about any of those other skanks id stab them in the kidneys"
And that just turns him on
Might add more to this later, let me know how you feel about her!!
