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Welcome besties I'm Anna! I am 23 years old this, this is my writing side blog. This blog contains mature themes that are 18+. Read at your own discretion. This is multi fandom so I write for anyone I find hot really. If you don't like something I post don't read it! You are responsible for the content you read on the internet let's spread positivity not negativity.

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[kolsen380]

alright i’ve read just about everything on this website.. im currently single and unemployed so i’m gonna need you bitches to keep em coming…

[natti-ice]

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one person's "ugghh this trope is so overdone" is another person's "oooooohohohohohohohoho"

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Have y'all ever been effected by the ao3 wrighter curse?

TW bodily injury, blood and stiches

The first ever fic I posted on ao3, I dropped a metal door from my hallway closet on my foot. Broke 2 toes and had to get 6 stitches. Had to Uber to the hospital because it was the SAME DAY I lost my health insurance

[curiouskittyyyy]

a/n: idk was just horny and inspired. not entirely proofread. enjoy :)

warnings - smut, descriptive sex. voyeuristic and exhibitionistic tendencies. Rafe (lol).

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Contrary to belief…

I don’t think Rafe actually minds a girl who dresses slutty.

In fact, I think Rafe loves when his girl dresses like a floozy.

Yes, Rafe is territorial and deadly possessive. Willing to take drastic measures to ensure and protect whatever he’s deemed his stays his.

But Rafe loves attention, loves being the guy everyone envies. He wants to feel important and be important.

He wants people to envy his name, his looks, his home, his status, his family, his wealth and most importantly..

His girl.

And they do.

His perfect little arm candy who he plans on making his perfect trophy wife.

His sex kitten who struts around in sleazy stilettos, figure defining outfits and dresses. Skirts so short that she doesn’t even need to bend over for her ass to hang out with nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric wedged up her pert ass. Sheer tops and pieces of string that barely contain her beautiful breast, pert nipples and well-shaped figure. The type of clothing meant to embrace the gorgeous curves gifted to her.

Rafe constantly thanks whatever higher power carved her and sent her his way.

His flawless baby..

Wrapped up in all that with a stunning face, pouty lips slathered in glittery gloss and dewey come-hither eyes accentuated by perfectly done false lashes.

Fuck, does Rafe love when he walks around with her strapped by his side. Large bruised hand constantly groping her ass, or thigh, or slipping up her top as he pinched her nipple and laughed into her hair when she lets out a sexy whine with pouty lips. His friends and island-goers not knowing whether to look away or watch the show whenever Rafe felt like groping up his girl in public.

And it was quite often. Shamelessly.

Pride filling him when men and women can’t take their eyes off of her and fall to the way her perfect ass hangs out her dresses and skirts or is firmly accentuated by second skin body suits and jumpers. Or the way their eyes never fail to land on her chest as her pert nipples poke through thin cotton sundresses that stick to her damp glowy-skin in the summer heat or sheer tops that leave nothing to the imagination but a need for desire in their minds. Or the outliers who look at her like she’s a jezebel.

And does Rafe absolutely love it…

When his family throws a massive barbecue and his perfect temptation of a girlfriend is leaping around in her little turquoise micro-bikini and white cover-up wrapped around her perky, well rounded ass. Bottoms so far wedged up barely covering the sinful treat between her smooth thighs and top so tiny the sides of her tits were spilling out mouthwateringly with every cheery bounce as sexy giggles spilled from her sinful lips.

Her perfect face shaded by a huge white beach hat to match her impractical cover-up. Her little wedge sandals clacking as she runs around and talks to everyone.

That’s the thing Rafe loves about his girl the most.

Her sparkling personality and alluring finesse for speaking that leaves any one who talks to her nodding their head dumbly and looking at her with stars in their eyes. Her aptitude for flirting and capturing a crowds attention at the first syllable that drips from her perfect glossy lips.

So yeah, safe to say that Rafe has a nasty fixation on the way his captivating girlfriend draws attention at every corner she turns. A sexy little oblivious smile on her face as she walks through the world like she doesn’t know the way she leaves jaws hanging and heads whipping around.

Rafe doesn’t blame them, he doesn’t think he could have looked away from her if he tried the first time he laid his crazed-eyes upon her with an immediate claim and turning of cogs in his head on how exactly he was going to make that sexy little fairy who sparkled him in her magic the first night they met, his.

Cause he knows at the end of the day he’s the one who holds her hips down and knees to her chest as his hips beat into her with unadulterated passion. Leaving a creamy ring of their love wrapped around the base of his cock and dripping down between her cute ass and winking hole onto their egyptian cotton sheets.

He’s the one who caresses her soft cheek with infatuation and undivided attention as she presses cute kisses across his swollen, leaking tip. Hisses of praise and ‘put it in your mouth, don’t play with me. Been wanting that mouth wrapped around me all damn day.’ Falling from his swollen lips as his hips buck up. Her watery flirty eyes gleaming at him mischievously as she giggles and then presses her perfect nails into his abdomen before dragging them up with nasty red lines to flick his nipple with a bratty, ‘I’ll do whatever I want,” and bite to his thigh that makes him hiss, twitch and let out a shaky breathe.

And he’s definitely the one who bends her in front of the mirror in the men’s restroom at the Island Club with the door barely locked. Large hand gripping her scalp as his other hand presses the back of her knee into the counter and his hips smack into her ass loudly with wet ‘plaps’ of their arousal stringing them together every time he pulls away. Her gorgeous eyes rolling back and perfectly done makeup now a sweaty mess and rolling down the sides, plump swollen lips bitten and bruised from his need to devour her at any given moment and drool hanging from from the corner as pathetic mewls and cries fall from the brutal beating on her dripping pussy.

Her red-bottom mule stiletto barely hanging onto her cute foot as her other heel clacked on the floor with her pathetic, shaky efforts to hold herself up with the other leg, skirt pushed around her waist. Skin damp along with Rafe’s as she tries her very best to focus on him through teary love-filled eyes. Her sexy, hectic man holding his shirt between his teeth with a snarl and his strong abdomen clenching harshly with every pound as he gives out harsh claiming grunts from his exertion. Stringy curtain bangs sticking to his damp forehead as sweat drops down the side of his flushed sun-kissed face. But she can’t help the way her eyes keep rolling into the back of her head, as her lashes flutter from the snapping of his hips.

When his eyes snap up from watching the way her red, bruised ass jiggled sensually with each snap of his hips and watched the way their love kept them together in a sinful display of their mixed arousal. His lips dropped his baggy cotton button up and he takes the hand from the back her knee and wraps it harshly around her throat. A snarl forming on his face once more as he forces her to look at him with the rough grip on her scalp and a gruff…

“Look at me,” falling from his equally red, wet and swollen lips. Saying it even harsher when she failed to do so from the way he was fucking every single sense and thought out of her but him.

A mocking smile and, “there she is, there’s my stupid lil’ show off. Yeah yeah,” he shushes her whines mockingly when she listens to him the second time and forces her dumb brain to make herself look at him. “You knew what the hell you were doing out there. So shut the fuck up and take it, before you piss me off.” He spits out with a nasty tone and no room for arguments.

His hand leaving her throat to smack her damp once meticulously dazzling cheek before her gripped both of them in his fingers when she let out a bratty whine. “Na, don’t act dumb baby, know you like it. The way everyone looks at you, the way they want you.” A hiss falling from his lips as she clenches around him confirming his statement before a cocky chuckle follows right after. Nodding mockingly with a coo as he pulled her head more back and hushed her whines before meeting his lips with hers. His hips speeding up impossibly harder and claiming and definitely loud enough to be heard outside by anyone passing by.

Probably even all the way down to the main hall.

And when Rafe lets go of her swollen lips as he breathes into her mouth and she whines into his, their equally watery and passionate, love-filled eyes looking into one another when he pulls his head slightly back, all he says is..

“Fuck,” he spits out with a grit before continuing, “you’re lucky I like the way they look at you too. Now take that shit,” His words almost menacingly threatful as his hips and grip gain a new life force. Her body completely his and their mixed arousal starting to drip onto the floor as she produces even more slick. The loudest whine and mewl leaving her lips so far and when Rafe bends his head a little more to look down at her. Proud of the way she looks so pathetic under his whim as a hung smirk finds its way onto his handsome face he tells her with a demanding softness..

“Make me proud baby, shit.”

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FWB!Buck

A/N: if you would like more of FWB!Buck then please send in requests

FWB!Buck who suggests the arrangement, when he’s fed up of meaningless sex but doesn’t want the commitment. You work with each other so he says it will be a stress reliever between friends.

FWB!Buck who gives you puppy dog eyes when you at first turn down his offer. How could you say no to those soft eyes.

FWB!Buck who you already have a very flirtatious relationship with.

FWB!Buck who is surprisingly gentle with you at first. Always checking in on you.

FWB!Buck who has stamina for days. Expect multiple rounds in very quick succession.

FWB!Buck who is all about your own pleasure as much as he is. He loves knowing you’re satisfied.

FWB!Buck who surprisingly loves aftercare. He will get you a glass of water, wrap his arms around you pulling you into his chest, and running his fingers through your hair.

FWB!Buck who begs you to stay the night. Especially when he knows how exhausted you are after multiple rounds.

FWB!Buck who leaves hickeys all over your breasts. He loves to admire his handy work afterwards.

FWB!Buck who sends you horny texts at 2am, blowing up your phone because he misses you.

FWB!Buck who also texts you after a particularly rough shift checking that “you’re okay”.

FWB!Buck who will get jealous whenever someone else flirts with you, whether you’re on a call at work, or at a bar together, or with the team after shift. He definitely denies being jealous though.

FWB!Buck who absolutely loves when you give him a blow job.

FWB!Buck who slowly starts to develop feelings for you.

FWB!Buck who has a drawer at your place, “for convenience” which ends up with more of his stuff in like hoodies and toiletries every week. You also have a drawer, at his place, which ends up with clothes in that you’ve accidentally left behind that he’s washed for you, and put in the drawer for you. You also end up with a bunch of toiletries that he bought for you, he made sure to take a picture of the stuff in your bathroom so he made sure to get the right stuff for you.

FWB!Buck who remembers tiny details about you. Like your coffee order, your favourite food for when you’re stressed etc.

FWB!Buck who gets moody when you can’t see him for a few days, outside of work. He denies being clingy.

FWB!Buck who gets funny with you when you reveal you’re going on a date. Even though what you have is casual, he doesn’t like the thought of you with anyone else. He spends the next few days sulking, before he admits “he didn’t like thinking about it.”

FWB!Buck who calls you baby, during sex. He then apologises, saying it’s a force of habit.

FWB!Buck who shows up to yours with takeout after a tough shift, even when you didn’t arrange to meet up.

FWB!Buck who accidentally blurts out he loves you during sex. He apologises and attempts to leave knowing he’s fucked up, and ruined the whole arrangement. But is surprised when you pull him back and kiss him. He’s even more surprised when you tell him you love him too.

FWB!Buck who then makes love to you. The FWB arrangement may be over, but it is the start of a beautiful relationship.

[rosiecherie]

rafe loves overstimulating you!

you woke up as he kissed you, soft at first, almost sweet. but his hand was already sliding down your body, his rough fingers slipping between your thighs before you were fully awake. you made a sleepy sound, trying to cuddle into him, and that's when you felt it, the cold press of silicone against your clit.

"rafe?" your voice came out confused.

"shhh baby," he murmured against your neck, clicking the vibrator on low. "just let me."

you moaned before you could help it, your body responding to the sudden pleasure. he pushed inside you slow, filling you up while the toy buzzed against your sensitive and swollen clit. it felt good, too good, and you were already clenching around him. "fuck, rafe, that's—"

"i know, honey." he cut you off with a kiss, starting to move inside you. "that's the point." the pleasure built fast. too fast. your hands gripped his shoulders as your back arched, and you came with a broken cry, your walls fluttering around his cock. but he didn't stop. he kept fucking you, kept the vibrator pressed right where you needed it least.

"wait, wait—" you gasped, trying to push his hand away. "it's too much, rafey."

"no it's not." he pinned your wrist above your head, his pace never slowing. "you can take it."

your second orgasm crashed built inside you before the first had fully faded. tears slipped down your cheeks as you shook beneath him, a loud moan came out of you. he watched you fall apart, his eyes dark and hungry, and he didn't let up. "r-rafe, seriously please, i can't—"

"you're gonna." he pressed harder with the vibrator, fucking you deeper. "you're gonna keep coming for me until i say stop."

your pussy was soaked, making wet squelching sounds with every thrust. you were already overwhelmed, oversensitive, and he was right, he made you come again, a third time, your body jerking through it as a sob broke from your lips.

"good girl." but he didn't even slow down. his hips kept slapping against yours, the vibrator never leaving your clit. you were shaking so hard you could barely breathe, every nerve inside of you on fire.

"please, rafe, please stop, i can't, i can't do another one" you begged, your voice cracking. tears were streaming down your face now, and you tried to move away, but his weight pinned you down. "yes, yes you can, baby." his voice was low, almost gentle, but his eyes were cold. "you're doing so good for me. just one more. give me one more."

"no, no, please" you sobbed, but your body betrayed you. the fourth orgasm ripped through you again, violent and uncontrollable. you screamed into his shoulder, your nails digging into his back as you shook around his cock. "that's it." he groaned, fucking you through it. "that's my girl."

you were a total mess. soaked, shaking, crying. every muscle in your body was tense, and the vibrator felt like fire against your clit. but he still didn't stop. he turned the toy up a notch. "rafe, no! i swear i can't—" you barely choked out, trying to clamp your thighs shut. he forced them open with his knees.

"you can and you will." he thrust harder, faster. "you're gonna come on my cock until i'm satisfied." the fifth one came without any warning, a sharp and painful surge of pleasure that made your vision go white. you couldn't even scream anymore, just a broken whimper as your body tensed up, pussy clenching so tight it almost hurt him. rafe groaned, pace finally faltering.

"fuckkk, there you go." he pressed down on the vibrator, grinding it against you as he came inside you, hot and thick. you felt every pulse of his release, your oversensitive cunt milking him dry.

when he finally pulled out and turned off the toy, you were limp, gasping, tears still wet on your cheeks. he kissed your forehead, soft and possessive. he smiled down at you, a perfect mess, all wrecked just for him. "see, baby? you can take it."

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requests and asks open!

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This is insanely good

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[angel06babysworld]

incel!streamer!rafe x pornstar!reader

Custom

the stream ends with him pissed off.

not fake-stream pissed either. actually irritated.

some guy in chat kept arguing with him for twenty minutes straight about marriage rates and “traditional masculinity,” completely derailing the entire conversation until rafe eventually snapped and ended stream early with a muttered, “you people are actually braindead.”

the second the camera shuts off, silence floods his room.

his setup still glows blue in the dark. monitor light catches against the sharp edge of his jaw while he rubs a hand down his face, exhausted in that restless kind of way where his body’s tired but his brain won’t shut the hell up.

his phone buzzes beside the keyboard.

notification from twitter.

he ignores it.

another buzz.

instagram this time.

he glances down without thinking.

@badbiharchive posted to her story.

his stomach tightens instantly, which is pathetic.

actually pathetic.

he leans back in his chair, jaw flexing once before grabbing the phone anyway.

the story is simple. mirror selfie. oversized zip-up hanging off one shoulder, hair messy, lip gloss shiny under dim lighting. not even particularly revealing compared to her usual stuff, but somehow worse because it feels normal. effortless.

caption:

“can’t sleep :/”

rafe stares at it for way too long.

then clicks off.

then clicks back on.

“jesus christ,” he mutters to himself.

he tosses the phone onto the desk like it personally offended him, but his eyes keep drifting back toward it every few seconds while he opens random tabs pretending to do something productive.

doesn’t work.

eventually, he gives up and opens her page fully.

her account is a nightmare for him specifically.

every picture feels calculated without looking calculated. every caption short enough to seem casual but just suggestive enough to keep people hooked. she never tries too hard, which somehow makes it worse.

he scrolls silently.

a bikini picture from two days ago.

a blurry hotel mirror selfie.

a video of her laughing while somebody behind the camera says something inaudible.

the comments make him irrationally annoyed.

half these men talk to her like she’s public property.

he hates reading them.

still reads every single one.

his thumb pauses over the link in her bio.

onlyfans.

he already subscribes. has for months now.

that’s not the problem.

the problem is the little tab underneath it.

custom content available ♡

he stares at it.

immediately exits out.

opens twitter instead.

lasts maybe forty seconds before opening instagram again.

“you’re not buying porn,” he says out loud to nobody. “you’re buying a video. there’s a difference.”

even he hears how stupid that sounds.

he clicks anyway.

the page loads slowly enough to make him tense.

there’s a section explaining pricing, boundaries, requests she won’t do. cute little emojis everywhere that somehow make the whole thing feel more intimate instead of less.

he scrolls through examples people left reviews on.

@iamthealphaman: she has nice tits

@bambilover: so sweet :(

@kynfetti: she’s literally perfect.

@sex-the1975: worth every dollar

his jaw tightens.

he hates other people seeing her like this. which is insane because this is literally her job.

he clicks the request form before he can think too hard about it.

then freezes.

the text box blinks at him.

what the hell is he even supposed to say?

he’s never done this before.

not like this.

subscriptions are one thing. passive. detached.

this feels embarrassing.

personal.

he types something.

deletes it immediately.

types again.

too desperate

deletes.

“unbelievable,” he mutters, leaning back in frustration.

his phone lights up again.

another story from her.

this one’s darker. she’s in bed now, blanket pulled up to her chest, face half-buried in a pillow.

“why is everybody boring tonighttt”

he exhales sharply through his nose.

then, before he can overthink it again, he opens the request box and types:

“blue set. hair down. talk normally.”

his finger hovers over the payment button.

this is humiliating.

actually humiliating.

he can practically hear his own stream clips playing back at him. men are weak now. men throw money at women for attention. men embarrass themselves online.

and now here he is at one in the morning buying a personalized video because some girl with lip gloss and a soft voice posted a sleepy selfie.

he submits the request anyway.

the confirmation page pops up instantly.

for a second he just sits there staring at it.

then he laughs quietly to himself, disbelieving.

“you’re actually gone,” he murmurs.

his phone buzzes almost immediately after.

new message.

from her.

his pulse jumps before he even opens it.

badbiharchive: blue set’s cute :) good choice

rafe stares at the screen.

she attached a second message before he can think of a response.

“u want anything specific, streamer boy?”

his throat feels weirdly tight all of a sudden.

streamer boy.

she knows who he is.

of course she does. he talks about her constantly online. still, seeing it typed out like that sends heat straight up his neck.

rafe4k: don’t call me that.

she responds instantly.

badbiharchive: okayyy rafeeeee

he shouldn’t smile.

he does anyway.

the next twenty minutes are embarrassing in ways he’ll never admit out loud.

he keeps trying to sound detached while she keeps replying with those stupid little teasing messages that make him reread them twice before answering.

she uses too many smiley faces.

he starts anticipating the typing bubble.

at one point she sends:

badbiharchive: u seem nervous lol

and he actually has to put his phone facedown on the desk for a second.

eventually the conversation dies down naturally. she says she’s gonna film it tomorrow. he tells himself he doesn’t care nearly as much as he clearly does.

he goes to bed irritated at himself.

wakes up thinking about it immediately.

all day he’s distracted.

his stream that night is noticeably meaner than usual because he’s in a terrible mood from the sheer fact he’s waiting for a girl to send him a video like some loser.

chat notices.

@marsisonmarsrn why are you so aggressive tonight 😭

@kingalanah: bro got cheated on

@tulipstarkey: guys calm down he just wants to jerk off

@lostinisara: he’s MAD mad

he ends stream early again.

the second the camera cuts, he grabs his phone.

nothing yet.

he tosses it onto the bed.

paces once around the room.

checks again.

still nothing.

“for fuck’s sake,” he mutters.

then—

buzz.

his stomach drops so fast it actually pisses him off.

notification from her.

custom request fulfilled ♡

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❤️‍🔥 = Smut

♥️ = fluff

❤️‍🩹 = Hurt/Comfort

💔 = Hurt no comfort

Buddie

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❤️‍🔥 = Smut

♥️ = Fluff

❤️‍🩹 = Hurt/Comfort

💔 = Hurt no comfort

JJ Maybank

Take care of my girl ❤️‍🔥

[hidden-love-letters]

The "take care of my girl" fic was so good, girl.

Thank you baddie!!! That means literally so much because I'm always nervous to post. ❤️

[hidden-love-letters]

Take care of my girl

JJ Maybank x John Bs girlfriend!Reader

Summery: John B is going away for a few days to follow up on a clue for the gold. He asks JJ to stay behind to take care of his girlfriend. In any way she needs even if it crosses lines.

Word Count: 2,563

Warnings: 18+ explicit content ahead, Porn with plot, Unprotected sex, technically not cheating but tagging it just in case No use of Y/N, Reader is described as AFAB, No description of a body, hair or, skin color to keep it as inclusive as possible

Authors note: wrote this after 3 shots so enjoy, if there is typos or spelling errors inbox me and Ill fix them when I am sober again LOL

Its late, the marsh is quiet except for the hum of distant waves. JJ leans against the dock railing  arms crossed watching John B pace. “Dude youre making me nervous,” JJ mutters. John B stops. Runs a hand through his hair. Looks out at the water like he’s trying to figure out how to say something that doesn’t have a normal way of being said. “I gotta go out of town for a few days.” he finally says. JJ shrugs. “That’s not new man. You disappear all the time”

“It’s not that.” John B murmurs. Thats what makes JJs back straighten. There’s something heavier in John Bs voice. Something he cant quite read. JJ’s eyes narrow. “Alright. So what is it?” John B hesitates only for a second then looks at JJ. “Can you keep an eye on her while I’m gone?” JJ blinks. “What?” JJ asks, this isnt something unusual for John B to ask “Just make sure she’s good. She overthinks she spirals sometimes and I’m not gonna be around to you know.” JJ huffs a small laugh. “Yeah I got her dude. Always do.” But John B doesn’t relax. If anything, he steps closer to the blonde man. “I mean it JJ.” There’s a pause. Something shifts. JJ studies him now, more serious. “Yeah. I heard you.” John B nods but he’s not done. 

“And if she needs” He trails off, jaw tightening slightly, he isn’t sure how to phrase this. JJ raises an eyebrow. “Needs what exactly?” Another pause. Then John B exhales low. “Like if she’s not okay if she needs comfort or she’s upset, or just needy” John B shakes his head, frustrated with his own words. “Don’t let her feel alone alright?” JJ lets out a breath through his nose, half amused, half confused. “Dude, I’m not gonna let anything happen to her.” JJ assures. “That’s not what I’m saying.” JJ’s smirk fades. Because now it sounds like something else. John B meets his eyes steady, serious. “I trust you man” he says. Those three words hit heavier than they should. JJ swallows slightly. “Yeah you should Im your best friend” John B nods again, but theres something unspoken hanging there. 

Then “I trust you even if that means crossing a line.” JJ freezes. Just for a second. “What?” John B doesn’t look away. “If she needs more than just someone checking in on her someone to care for her in ways I normally do” he says carefully, “I’m not gonna be there” The implication lands. Hard. JJ lets out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re kidding.” He says almost breathless from the laugh. “I’m not.” Silence stretches between them, thick and strange. JJ runs a hand through his hair, pacing once like he needs to burn off the sudden energy in his chest. “You’re seriously telling me you’re okay with me stepping in like that?” he says, voice lower now. “With your girl?” John B’s jaw tightens. But he nods. “Yeah.” JJ studies him like he’s trying to find the catch. There isn’t one. 

“I don’t want her hurting because I’m not there.” That part? That part JJ understands. Too well. Then JJ looks away, out at the water, jaw tightly. “You trust me that much, huh?” John B doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, dude I do.” JJ lets out a quiet breath, something unreadable flickering across his face. “Alright, Ill take care of your girl”

The Chateau is quieter tonight. Not empty but quieter. Like the energy’s dialed down just enough to notice the space beside you where John B should be. You sit on the couch, knees pulled in slightly staring out the window. JJ watches you from a few feet away in the kitchen. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Hovering and checking in on you without making a big deal about it. At least that’s what you think. “You’re doing that thing again,” he says casually, dropping down beside you. You glance at him. “What thing?” 

“The staring into the void like you’re in a sad indie movie,” he replies, nudging your shoulder lightly. You roll your eyes, but there’s no real annoyance to it. JJ smirks but it softens quickly when he looks at you properly. “You good?” he asks. Its a simple question. But there’s something more behind it now. Something  Closer. You shrug a little. “Yeah. Just  miss him, I guess.” JJ nods slowly. “Yeah,” he says, quieter. “I get that.” There’s a beat. You don’t notice the way his gaze lingers on you a second too long. Or the way his hand rests just a little closer than it used to. “You’re not alone, though,” JJ adds, voice softer now. You smile faintly. “I know.” And you mean it. Looking out for you. Being there while your boyfriends gone. 

You don’t see the hesitation in him. The conflict. The line he’s already standing too close to. JJ glances away, jaw tightening slightly before he forces a smirk back into place. “You know John B told me to take care of you. He shouldn’t have said it like that. The second the words leave his mouth, JJ already knows. You blink, turning your head slightly. “He did?” Your voice is soft. “Yeah,” he mutters, leaning back into the couch. “Made it a whole thing too. ‘Make sure she’s good, JJ. Don’t let her overthink.’” You huff a quiet laugh  “That sounds like him.”

“Yeah,” JJ says, but there’s something off in it now. Silence settles again, heavier this time. The kind of silence that lingers. You shift slightly, pulling your knees in closer, gaze drifting back to the window. “I just  hate not knowing when he’s coming back.” JJ watches you. The way your shoulders sink. The way your fingers fidget with the hem of your sweatshirt. John Bs sweatshirt. The way you try to play it off like you’re fine when youre not. “You don’t gotta do that,” he says. You glance at him again. “Do what?”

“Pretend it doesn’t bother you.” There’s no teasing in his voice. You hesitate, caught off guard by it. “I’m not pretending.” JJ tilts his head slightly, eyes searching yours. “Yeah, you are.” JJ says. You let out a small breath looking away. “…I just don’t wanna make it a big deal.” JJ studies you for a second then shifts closer. “It is a big deal” he says quietly. “Missing someone like that? That’s not nothing.” You don’t answer right away. You hate that he’s right. The room feels smaller somehow. “You really okay?” he asks again, softer this time.

You nod. “Yeah.” But JJ doesn’t buy it. Of course he doesn’t. “Cmere,” he murmurs. Its the kind of thing hes done before pulling you into a side hug, letting you lean into him when things felt heavy. You shift closer  letting your shoulder press into his your head tipping to look up at him. JJ exhales slowly, his arm coming up around you, hand settling against your upper arm. His grip is steady grounding you. JJ can feel your warmth. The way you fit against him comfortably. The way you trust him.

And all he can hear in his head is John B’s voice. ‘I trust you man’ JJs jaw tightens. Suddenly the air feels too thick. JJs eyes look down to your face. Youre closer than he realized looking up at him with hopefull eyes. His grip tightens around you. “JJ” you start, but your voice trails off because now you can feel the tension to. JJ swallows. This is the line. The one he’s been dancing around for days. The one John B gave him permission to cross. That thought alone makes something in his chest twist.

There’s a pause neither of you finding the right words to say. Theres a moment that lingers a moment where either of you could stop this. But neither of you do. JJ leans in. It’s not rushed he gives you plenty of time to pull away. When you dont his lips brush yours. They are barely there at first like he’s testing if this is real, Hes unsure iif you’re going to stop him if he should stop himself. But when you neither of you stop the moment something shifts. 

The hesitation JJ has vanishes. The kiss deepens not overwhelming but just enough to make it real to the both of you. JJ pulls back first. His forehead nearly rests against yours, breath uneven, eyes searching your face like he’s trying to figure out what just happened or what it mean. “You okay?” he asks  rougher than before. “Yeah yeah Im good” you say still breathless from the kiss. “John B told me to take care of you. In any way you need.” JJ tells you. “I know” you repeat your earlier comment.

JJs cups your cheek his thumb tracing your lower lip before he leaned in once again. This kiss started the same slow and testing. When you let it happen again JJ deepened the kiss. Your mouth parted tongues meeting. You sighed into him and raise your hand to tread your fingers through his blonde locks. Your other hand fists his tshit pulling him closer. JJ guides you to lay down on the couch hovering above you. You both finally pull away from the kiss breathless. JJ’s head lowers to your neck to leave soft kisses. "Im gonna take care of you" he murmured against your neck. 

Heat pooled between your thighs. His hands ventured lower and land on your thigh. He looks in your eyes to see if he can find any trace of resistance. Finding none finally slipping into your shorts and panties. Your legs part giving him more room. His fingers slide down your pussy to collect your slick. Bringings them back up to rub a few circles on your clit. Your back arches into JJ responding to his touch. You let out a small breathless whimper. Encouraged by your response two of his fingers slide into you. If your back could arch further it would.

While two fingers are working inside of you JJs thumb graze your clit in slow circles. You buck into his touch, JJs free hand reaches out to hold your hips in place. He pumped his fingers steadily building a comfortable rhythm. His eyes watch your face closely for any signs of pleasure or displeasure. Your walls flutter around his fingers arousal coating his hand. "Does that feel good" he whispers. “Yes fuck” You moan breathlessly.

You felt the pleasure building up and JJ felt it to. You finally came undone with a soft cry pussy still clenching around his fingers. He kept the slow pace on your clit letting you ride out your orgasm. JJ could feel his cock throbbing in his shorts. He slowly withdrew his fingers pulling them out of your shorts. He brought his two fingers up to taste you. He has been wondering for the past few days what you would taste like. He finally gets to know he lets a low groan as he taste you on his fingers. 

JJs slowly slides off your shorts and underwear leaving you bare in John B’s sweatshirt. He makes no move to take off your sweatshirt. He wants you to stay connected to John B in that small way. “Do you want this?” JJ checks in with you. “Yes please JJ” You moan. Only then does JJ shed his own shorts and boxers. His thick cock springing free slapping his stomach. He slowly leans down using his hand to guide his cock up and down your cunt. Collecting your wetness. 

He slowly guides his cock into you allowing you to accomodate him. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp when he finally bottoms out. JJ lets out a deep groan feelings your walls clench around him. Your hips buck slightly seeking friction. He slowly begins to move starting the pace off slow to watch your reactions. You let out small whimpers as he thrusts into you. JJ goans finally feeling you wrapped around him. Its better then he has been imagining since John B gave him permission to cross this line. 

One of JJs hands threads into your hair the other sitting by your head to hold himself up. "John B knew we would be good together." JJ moans out. All you can muster is a moan not trusting your voice right now. “JJ” is all you can muster. He can feel you clenching around his cock, a clear sign you are close. Hes right there with you. His hand moves from your head sliding down to draw circles on your clit. 

“Wow” is the only word you can muster after what happened. “Yeah wow” JJ replies with a slight chuckle. He cups your face forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Do you feel better now?” JJ asks you can see in his eyes he means it. “Yes much better” you say mirroring JJs chuckle. 

"JJ Im close," you pleads. He shifts his angle to brush that inner spot. You clench around him harder this time. You let out a high pitched whine while you cum. JJ thrusts into you now chasing his own orgasm. When hes right there on the edge he pulls out. Spirts of cum land on your thighs and John Bs sweatshirt. JJ collapses ontop of you not crushing you just taking a moment to catch his breath.

[flower-writer]

i am a sucker for jj x reader x john b but more specifically when john b goes away for a mission or smth for a few days and makes jj look after r and even gives him permission to kiss her or even sleep with her if that’s what she needs. and r is none the wiser, thinking jj is just being a caring best friend to you and your bf but it’s so much more than that.

[hidden-love-letters]

This post is inspiring my next fic btw

[bandagedthoughtsblog]

[glossiercheek]

princess ℘ r. cameron

synopsis: i’m just obsessed with the concept of rafe calling his s/o “princess” because i’m a whore

warnings: 18+ mdni (one smutty blurb), smoking

he truly can’t help it! it just slips out most of the time and he’s completely unaware of the effect it has on you. it’s so simple and sweet, but there’s nothing simple about how the pet name gets you all hot and bothered. fidgety and flushed on the inside, like electricity coursing through your veins every single time.

after he’s made another property deal, he takes you to one of those fancy jewellers. tennis bracelets with various glistening and glittering stones, in every colour your heart desires, stare back at you. and rafe stands behind you, warm chest pressed to your back as he bends down to ghost his lips over the curve of your ear. “don’t look at the price. i got’chu,” he tells you lowly. “just tell me which one y’like, princess.”

or maybe you two are at a party, tucked away from the crowd, basking in the silence and each other’s presence, the thumping of the bass sounds far away enough as you’re passing a cigarette back and forth on an empty balcony. perhaps you’re a little out of it, mind a little hazy and unfocused. you don’t notice how you start taking longer drags from the cigarette between your fingers.

you feel the heavy weight of smoke in your lungs. the sensation appears to be too heavy. before you know it, you break out into a fit of coughs. pathetic puffs of grey smoke escape lips and heat wavers over your cheeks as ash flicks off the cigarette from the way your body’s jerking with every cough.

“whoa, whoa, whoa,” rafe rushes out, hands running up and down your spine to soothe you. he immediately takes the red solo cup from your hands. “that’s enough, easy, princess.” he says it in a way that sounds so profound, so secure. it makes your heart skip a beat.

or when you two go out for your weekly date nights, rafe’s always excited to see what you’ll be wearing. he sits on the sofa, slouched, aimlessly scrolling on his phone, until he hears your heels click clacking on the tiles. his eyes drag up your figure lazily as he takes in your dress, highlighting your curves in the most perfect way possible.

he releases a surprised huff, shaking his head as if he can’t believe you’re standing here, in front of him, in all your glory. “c’mere,” he mumbles, extending his hand for you to take. and you do. of course you do.

you grab his hand with full certainty as rafe pulls you closer to him. “c’mon, princess, gimme a spin.” he says, grinning as you do, eyes raking over your shoulders, your elongated back, your bare legs shimmering with glitter as the silky material of your dress fans out around you. he can’t help but let out a low whistle. “you look like... we aren’t goin’ anywhere t’night.” rafe smirks, pulling you onto his lap.

or perhaps he uses the name when you’re on top of him, stifled mewls escaping from you as your sticky back and forth movements start to falter. the smell of musk sits deep in your nose, and your vision is a tad bit blurry. your hands keep slipping off your boyfriend’s sweat-coated chest as your ministrations become increasingly sloppier. “i— i can’t—” you manage to whisper between whimpery breaths.

as soon as rafe notices you’re struggling, his hands land on your hips with a knowing weight. “‘s all good, baby, ‘s all good,” he coos, dragging you back and forth over the thick bulge inside his jeans himself. “y’don’t—” he presses a light kiss to your knuckles as he loops your arms around his neck, his voice sweet like syrup and heavy with sin. “have to lift a finger w’me, baby.”

white spots flash before your eyes as rafe’s movements continue to make you lightheaded as he moves your body back and forth like you weigh nothing. you’re between wanting to pursue the pleasure and marvelling in ecstasy. a gooey, sentimental feeling sloshes in your stomach with anticipation. your breaths are quicker, your cheeks warming up. you don’t notice your eyes fluttering shut — just slightly — from the heat of it all.

you’re pulled back by a gentle pat on your cheek. “hey— eyes on me, princess,” rafe tells you softly, gently. “don’t tap out on me now.”

a/n: very rare sighting of aurora writing smut because i’m just so bad at it— it reads so lifeless, ykwim? also when is sugar daddy rafe gonna buy a rolex for me cuzzzzzz... a girl needs to tell the time ya know what im sayinnnn

i yeah know i use a/ns to info dump but this is my chance to say that i have such a huge fucking crush on nick woltemade he’s so tall and lanky omggggggg. i want him so bad lord please he’s not that old for me, one chance nick ill move to newcastle for you LMAOOOO