French Boys

“Life is the ugliest bitch I ever messed with.” REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

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Masterlist

Kinkmas Masterlist

-The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Damon Salvatore

Consequences || P. 2 || P. 3

Hilarious || P. 2

Knock || P. 2

Bitting.

Stefan Salvatore

Change.

Safe.

Kol Mikealson

A Favor.

Tom Avery

Shifting.

Klaus Mikealson

The Smell Of Festival.

Freya Mikealson

Doomed.

Davina Claire

Ruined.

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

Johnny Bear.

In The Middle Of The Ocean, High On Weed.

Stains || P. 2

For A Reason.

Rings And Nights || P. 2

On The Side Of The Road.

Listen To Me.

Babygirl.

Good Boy.

Not Even Mine to Consider.

Shitty Father.

Rafe Cameron

Will You?

Cast

Drew Starkey

A Cheating Husband And A Suicidal Wife.

Sexy.

Attraction Over Hate.

Marvel

Peter Parker

He Knew.

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Bounty Hunter - series.

[locker42]

Wait are u going to another part to the jj and John b fic

Yes, absolutely! Just gotta finish writing it😘

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

That’s how long I’ve been around and I’d like to say thank you to all the support and love I’ve been getting here!

To celebrate, I wanted to do an official 2 YEARS ANNIVERSARY and present you all something:

Basically, you choose between the following options and make a request or message or you can just leave a comment, whatever you prefer. And I write what you requested.

🔥 Smut-

- Voyeurism.

- Somnophilia.

- Daddy/Mommy.

- Bondage.

- Edging.

- Overstimulation.

(If you want anything else just ask🥰).

😻Fluff -

- Anything you can think of that has fluff in it.

🖤Angst -

Anything you can think of.

Character list:

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank.

John B Routledge.

Pope Heyward.

Rafe Cameron.

Barry.

Ward Cameron.

Kiara Carrera.

Sarah Cameron.

Kelce.

Topper Thornton.

The 100:

Bellamy Blake.

Clarke Griffin.

Octavia Blake.

Jasper Jordan.

Monty Green.

Lincoln.

Raven Rayes.

John Murphy.

Lexa.

The Vampire Diaries:

Damon Salvatore.

Stefan Salvatore.

Elena Gilbert.

Katherine Pierce.

Bonnie Bennet.

Devina Claire.

Kol Mikealson.

Klaus Mikealson.

Elijah Mikealson.

Rebekah Mikealson.

Finn Mikealson.

Tom Avery.

Enzo.

Actores:

Rudy Pankow.

Drew Starkey.

Austin North.

Jonathan Daviss.

Madison Bailey.

Madelyn Cline.

Chase Stokes.

Tom Holland.

Ian Somerhalder.

Paul Wesley.

Harry Styles.

(If you want anyone who’s not on the list then ask me).

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Bounty Hunter - I Love You

Warnings: swearing, smut (can be skipped, won’t contain something relevant to the storyline), mentions of injuries, blood, stitches.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Grounder!reader.

Word count: 2780.

Series Masterlist.

Masterlist.

You opened your eyes to see a metal ceiling above you, the light shining down at you make you squint your eyes. As you slipped back to consciousness, you became more aware of the room you were in. You were laying on one of the beds in medbay, a tube connected to your cubital fossa. Your headache was much better, allowing you to sit up slowly.

“You should be resting.” You heard a voice say from your right. You turned and saw Nyilah approaching you.

“I just woke up.” You said, your voice cracking due to the smoke the invaded your lungs.

“How is your head?” She asked, stepping closer to you and gently touching your head, only now you were aware of the wound right by your hairline. You raised your own hand, touching the stitches that were made.

“It’s good, thank you.” You replied, dropping your hand.

“You’re welcome. There is someone who wants to see you, but I told him that you needed to rest a little before anyone could visit. You hit your head very hard and you need to let it time to heal.” She explained, however after she told you someone wanted to see you your focused left her almost immediately. Bellamy, he was the one who wanted to see you. And, god, you wanted to see him so bad. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and hold him tightly, you wanted to kiss him and just feel him.

Before you could reply to her, your attention was drawn to Clarke who entered the room, heading straight to you.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She asked you, coming to stand by your bed.

“I’m feeling good, and I guess I should be thanking you for saving my life. I’m pretty sure I would have died if you didn’t help me.” You said, giving her a thankful smile.

“That one wasn’t just me, actually.” She admitted, making you frown in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“After you passed out Roan came to your side and made sure that you got to medbay. No one was willing to come that close because the Ark was crushing down.”

You couldn’t help but feel surprised at her words. It didn’t make sense why Roan would help you, especially after what he’s done.

“Where is he?” You asked, letting your curiosity win this time.

“He’s in Arkadia.” She informed. “We’re supposed to have a meeting later about leaving for the island.”

“The island?”

“Yes, that’s where Becca’s lab is. My mom and a few more are already there, working on the Nightblood solution.”

“Nightblood? You want to make everyone immune to the radiation?” You asked, the idea not quite settling in your head.

“Exactly. But the Nightblood can only be made in space. There’s a rocket there so we need to bring them the fuel.” Clarke explained to you.

“When are you leaving?” You asked, twisting your body so that your legs were hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Then I’m coming.”

“Wait, that’s not a good idea.” Niylah objected and took a step closer to you, making you turn to her.

“Why? I have all day to rest and then I’ll go. It’s not like I’m going to war.”

She sighed before nodding her head, however her face still showed disapproval.

“Where is Bellamy?” You hesitantly asked Clarke.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go get him.” She said and quickly turned around and left the room.

You fiddled with the tube connected uncomfortably to your forearm, then you noticed the now stitched cut. You took a deep breath before pulling the tube out of your skin, hissing as the action stung. After a minute or so Bellamy came rushing into the room, walking towards you.

“Y/N.” He said before wrapping him arms around you. You returned the hug, relieved to finally be in his arms. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?” He asked as he pulled away, examining your head.

“I’m good, Bell.” You said and grabbed both of his hands. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, clearly not the one you should be worried about.” He said, making you roll your eyes. “How did you even get here? I though Roan left you at Polis.”

“He did, but I escaped. I came straight here to warn someone but before I could the ship exploded.” You paused for a second before you realized. “This was your solution, wasn’t it?”

He looked down before nodding his head. “And now it’s ruined, and so is our chance of survival.”

“Clarke told me about the Nightblood. She told me you were leaving tomorrow to bring them the fuel. There is hope, if Abby can turn us all into Nightbloods than we have a chance to live.” You said and gently cupped his cheeks. He offered you a small smile before drawing away.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room. You can rest there.” He said and helped you off the bed. After saying a last ‘thank you’ to Niylah, you followed him out of the room. He led you through the halls, insisting you lean on him as you walked. As you got to the room you noticed that on the door was a note that said, ‘Bellamy Blake.’

“This is your room?” You asked as he unlocked it with his keys.

“Yep.”

He opened the door, allowing you to step in first. You took a look around noticing some discarded clothes in one corner of the room, the bed was unmade, and there was a book on the bedside table. “Nice room.” You commented.

“Thanks.” He said and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. You took a seat on the bed, keeping your gaze on the wall in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” You said, making him look at you with surprise.

“What do you mean?” He asked, coming to stand in front of you.

“For not coming back.”

He opened his mouth to argue but you cut him off. “I know you’re mad, or at least were mad at me. And it’s okay, I get it, I do.”

“Hey, look at me.” He said softly and cupped your cheek, gently lifting your head to look at him. “You’re right, I was mad at you for not coming back but it wasn’t because of you, I just missed you. Things happened here and I just wished I could have talked to you about them.”

His words didn’t make you feel better, only more guilty as you looked away from him.

“There was just so much to deal with and I- I think I was scared to come back here.” You said quietly, still not looking up. “I mean, after what happened with Pike I didn’t think I would be welcomed here.”

“I understand your worries. But I promise you that no one is going to try and kill you or hurt you. I would never allow that to happen.” You finally looked up and met his eyes, a small smile rising on your face as you took in his features.

“I missed you, you know.” You said, bringing your hand up to run down his chest.

“I missed you, too.” He said and leaned down, locking your lips with his. The kiss started slowly, as if recognizing the other’s lips for the first time. You felt his tongue run over your lips and you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss. You placed your hands on his chest, then moving up to his shoulders and pulling him with you as you laid back. He followed your lead, climbing on top of you without breaking the kiss.

You felt at ease, you felt exited and relieved to be with Bellamy again. You pulled his body closer to yours, hearing his soft groan made shivers run down to your core. You slowly began to push his jacket off with your hands, but he pulled away before you could take it off.

“Y/N, we shouldn’t. You need to rest.” He said, his voice sounding deeper than usual, which only made you want to continue.

“I’m fine, Bellamy. I promise.” You said and pulled him back to you, placing a light kiss on his jaw. “I want you.” You said, then continued trailing kisses down his throat. “I need you.”

His jaw clenched before he slightly drew away to take off his jacket, then he moved back to you, kissing down your neck. Your hand moved to his hair, gripping it tightly as he found your sweet spot, making you moan quietly. You free hand moved to the bottom of his shirt, slipping your hand up and tugging it. He got your hint and took off his shirt. You all but drooled over him, running your hands down his torso, feeling the hard muscles beneath them. You moved your hands up, pulling him down to kiss you. He kissed faster and deeper this time, his hand coming to hike your leg up his hip. You moaned when you felt his hardness press against your core, your hips grinding up uncontrollably. He moved his hips against yours, gifting you the fraction you needed.

You’ve had sex before, but it never felt like that, not so soon. You’ve never wanted someone so bad, needed someone so bad. You sat up and pulled your shirt off, your bra coming in second. His eyes widened as he stared at your naked skin, before he leaned down and pressing his lips against the soft skin of your chest. As he sucked gently on the skin of your breasts you closed your eyes and gripped his hair, the other hand fisting the sheets. He flickered his tongue over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, drawing a whine from you. He gave the same attention to your other breast before moving his head up to look at you.

“Are you-“ he cleared his throat, “is this your first time?” He asked almost shyly.

You shook your head as your cheeks turned red. “No. Are you?”

“No.”

You stared at each other before you decided to take initiative. You moved your hand down to palm him through his pants, drawing a low groan from him. He dropped his head down to your neck and by the way you felt his hips grinding against your hand, you’d say he was enjoying himself. You wanted to have him, to touch him and to make him feel good, but you wanted to do it slowly - to tease him. You flipped, now laying on top of him. He looked at you, confused, but that expression didn’t last as you leaned down and started kissing his neck down to his collarbone and chest. You pressed your tongue flat over his nipple, feeling his hands coming to rest on your thighs. You grabbed them and moved them up to your ass before continuing your work. As you kissed down his torso you felt his hands shamelessly groping your ass, a smirk coming up to your lips. You licked just above where his pants started, his hips jolting up.

“Fuck..” he muttered, eyes closing. You slowly dragged his waistband down and let your tongue follow.

“Can I?” You asked, tugging further on the waistband.

“Yes, fuck.” He cursed, hands coming to fist the sheets.

You then opened the belt and pulled down his pants and underwear, just enough to take his cock out. Your mouth gaped open as you took him in, thick and tall with a purple tip and a little bit of precum adoring it. You gently licked over the tip, tasting him in your mouth. You opened your mouth for him but he suddenly pulled you back.

“As much as I’m enjoying this.” He said and sat up, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He flipped you again, returning to his spot on top of you before ridding himself of his pants. His hand reached to your pants undoing the belt but not before receiving a nod of consent from you. He started tugging on your pants, a hiss from him catching your attention. You sat up and saw him suck his finger into his mouth, blood staining it.

“What happened?” You asked and grabbed his hand to assess the damage.

“Your many, many knives happened.” Bellamy explained with a chuckle.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry.” You apologized but he quickly shut you up with a kiss.

“It’s okay, but I am going to need help in taking these off.” He said and pointed to your pants. You chuckled before carefully pulling them down and throwing them to the side. He gave your lips a peck before kissing down your body, leaving hickeys behind him all the way to your panties. He spread your legs and placed them over his shoulders, giving him access to your cunt. He placed a gentle kiss on top of your core through your panties, making your breath hitch. He began pulling your underwear off, discarding them behind him, before returning to his latest position.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he ran his finger through your folds, making you gasp. Without any warning he licked a stripe of your pussy before moving to your clit, flickering his tongue. You moaned, hips jolting up but he held them down. Your hand moved to his hair — gripping tightly as he began sucking on your clit, his own hand coming up to grip your breast. You felt heavenly, what he was doing to you was heavenly.

He pushed his finger inside of you, your moans getting louder. “Bellamy, fuck, please.” You whined as he added another finger, feeling yourself getting closer. He moved his fingers faster and softly bit on your clit, the action made you go over the edge, gripping his hair even tighter as you yelled out his name loudly. You panted, trying to calm down as he made his was back up to you. His eyes met yours and you couldn’t help the smile the rose on your lips. He returned your smile before leaning down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the thought itself made you needy all over again.

You opened your legs and felt the tip of his cock tracing between your folds.

“You ready?” He asked, positioning himself at your entrance. You nodded your head with a whine of ‘please’, wrapping your arms around his back. Your nails dug into his skin as he pushed inside you, drawing moans from both of you.

“Can I-“ he groaned, “can I move?”

“Yes, fuck, Bellamy.”

With your permission, he started thrusting in and out of you in a slow and steady pace. As you got used to the feeling of him inside you, you pulled him close to you. “Faster, go faster.”

He obeyed, quickening his pace. Your moans were loud enough for anyone who walked by to hear but you didn’t care, your only focus was on Bellamy. His lip was locked between his teeth as he kept thrusting inside of you, grunts and moans escaping him. You ran your fingernails down his back as you almost screamed, getting closer. Bellamy felt you clench around him and he moved his hand down to draw circles over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Bellamy, shit, I’m so close...” You moaned loudly, throwing your head back in bliss and closing your eyes. “I’m cumming.”

“Look at me.” He demanded as his thrusts were getting sloppier. Your eyes met his and by the dark look on his face only, you came. Your vision became foggy and your breathing was heavy as you. He pulled out of you, jerking himself off and cumming on your stomach with a loud groan of your name.

He dropped on top of you, panting. You wrapped your arms around him and held him close as you came down from your high. “I love you.” You said to him.

“I love you, too. So much.” He said and placed a kiss on your neck before leaning his head on your chat, breath still uneven.

You placed a general kiss on his head and started playing with his curly hair. He hummed in approval, pushing his head up. You chuckled, smiling wide as he lifted his head up to look a you.

“That was amazing, you are amazing.” He said before kissing you. You slipped your tongue in his mouth as you began to move on top on him, his hands coming to study you.

“How about round two, baby?”

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Hey hey what’s up

Just wondering if u could do one where Luke comes back and is furious that jj trashed the pills. After jj has to feel the aftermath of Lukes rage, Y/N finds  him hurt and angry and they get into a really bad  argument.  to which Y/N goes to Lukes place without JJ or the others knowing to confront Luke/ or secretly get Jjs stuff and ends up getting beaten up?

Something into that direction would be great 

Shitty Father

Warnings: swearing, violence, abuse, injuries.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!reader.

Word count: 4702.

Masterlist.

Sorry it took me so long, had quite a lot going on. Gonna start posting again!

It wasn’t unlike JJ to disappear for three days but it still worried you every time. Because you knew it had something to do with his dad - it always had. All the times he came to your window, face all bruised up and bloody, holding his tears in. There were too many times. You wanted to go to his house and check on him, however after remembering his warnings about coming anywhere near his house, you hesitated.

As you drove towards the Chateau the only thought in your head was if JJ was alright. You hated the feeling in your stomach, because you knew something was wrong. You haven’t seen your boyfriend in three days, and with every passing hour your worry grew.

After locking your car you walked up the stairs to the porch of the Chateau. What you did not expect to find there was JJ, sitting on the couch with his hands in his hair. You walked towards him slowly, careful not to make any loud noises. “JJ.” You called quietly, but it was enough for him to lift his head up.

You almost gasped when you saw the purple bruised around his swollen eye, the dry blood on his nose and the cut on his lip. There were dry tears on his cheeks and the sight made you want to pull him into your arms and never let go, but you knew better than that.

“Hey,” you started as you slowly knelt in front of him, “can I take care of you?”

He didn’t seem to hear your question as he stared at the floor beneath you. You could hear his rapid breathing and his hands that were gripping his hair to hide the shaking.

“JJ, please.” You tried again, gently bringing your hands to his wrists and pulling them away from his face. He didn’t object and let you lift his head, but his eyes refused to meet yours.

“Let me take care of your injuries. You don’t have to talk to me, just let me help you.”

Still not making eye contact with you he nodded, allowing you to pull him up and lead him towards the bathroom. You already had a first aid kit ready there for when him or John B or any other Pogues would get into a fight. JJ took a seat on the toilet and you knelt on the floor before him. Grabbing the slightly wet gauze you started cleaning his face.

“I’m sorry.”

He whispered, so quietly that you almost missed it.

“Sorry for what, love?”

He lifted his eyes and finally met yours. And it hurt. Because you saw how much pain and sadness were in them. And it hurt you, to know that the person you love most in the whole world was treated the way he was. If just you to see him hurt.

“For disappearing on you, again. You don’t deserve the way I treat you, Y/N. God, you’re so good to me and I’m-“

“Im gonna stop you right there.” You cut him off, stopping your work to clear your hands and to cup both sides of his face, careful around the bruises. “I’m gonna stop you right there because whatever more you are going to say is bullshit. JJ, you are everything to me, and that’s not a small amount. You are the light in my life, the laughter, the happiness. Without you, JJ, we’re all doomed. All the Pogues. You don’t need to apologize about this nor do you need to explain yourself. I love you, that’s why I’m good to you. Because love isn’t about deserving, it’s about giving. And I’m choosing to give you everything because you give me the love that matters the most to me.”

He stared at you for a few second before one tear fell from his eye and down his cheek. You quickly wiped it away with your thumb. He leaned in, placing his lips against yours in a soft yet passionate kiss that delivered all the love he felt toward you.

“I love you so fucking much, you know that?”

“I do. I love you, too, JJ.”

After you cleaned him up you laid on the bed beside him, his head on your chest and your hand in his hair, playing with it. His hand was holding your free one, tracing circles on the back of it. You could hear his breathing, no longer fast and panicked but slow and relaxed. His whole body relaxed against yours and you felt relief at that. Relief that your JJ was right there, with you, safe and protected from all harm. You pressed your lips to his forehead, a small smile rising on your face as he hummed to the little act of love. At that moment you knew that no matter what or where, everything was alright as long as he was by your side.

________

As the sun rose, you were already awake, drowning in thoughts. Although JJ was back you were still haunted by the thoughts of what went down with him in those three days. He’s already agreed on staying at John B’s or yours when things got rough so why was he back home? And why did it take him three days to come back?

Before you could drown yourself in your worries, JJ walked into the kitchen. He was shirtless, all the bruising on his torso exposed. His hair was a mess, part of it because you played with it all night. He walked all the way beside you and hugged you from behind. You smiled, leaning back against him and reaching to rub his arms.

“Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” You asked, turning in his arms to face him.

“Good, only because you were beside me all night.” He answered with a soft smile and placed a light kiss to your lips. “What about you? What are you doing awake so early?”

“Noting, just thinking.” You shrugged, placing your head under his chin.

“About?” He asked, running his hand through your hair.

“What happened, JJ? When you were gone, what happened?” You dared ask him, lifting your head to look at him. He sighed, letting go of you and running his hand through his hair, leaning on the counter behind him.

“I came back home to get some clothes, but when I was leaving I saw a bottle of pills on the coffee table and I just- I don’t know what I was thinking but I just knew that I didn’t have the energy to deal with one more relapse of his. So I through the pills away and I walked out of the house when he arrived. He noticed the pills were gone and, well..”

He trailed off, and you didn’t need to guess to know what happened next. But it angered you, it angered you that he was still going back there and looking out for him. But most of all, you were burning with hatred for Luke. What kind of father beats their own child? And then he claims to love him.

“I still can’t understand why are you always going back there.” You said, and he immediately sighed, knowing what conversation was ahead. “No, I mean, seriously, JJ. And why didn’t you tell me? God, I could just kill him.”

“You’re not gonna do anything, okay?” He said sternly, grabbing you when you tried to turn around. “Look, I know it’s fucked up but, he’s my dad, Y/N. I can’t just ignore that.”

“He’s you dad? What has he ever done for you?” You challenged, letting your anger and frustration overflow.

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” He refused, but you were not done.

“Answer me, JJ. You say he’s your father but what kind of father does this? You keep justifying his behavior and standing up for him when any of us say something bad about him. But it’s all true. He’s a no-good, low-life, shifty asshole. I just don’t-“

He didn’t let you finish, grabbing your shoulders tightly.

“Just shut up, okay? You’re not making things better or easier by saying those things. You will never understand it, Y/N.”

You wiggled yourself out of his grip with a frown on your face. “Then help me understand, JJ. Because I can’t stand watching you get hurt all the time, and then you only come back for more.”

“We’re different, okay?” He raised his voice. “You and I,” he pointed, “were different. We come from different worlds. You’re a Kook, as much as you don’t like to admit it, you’re a Kook. You don’t have to deal with this type of shit I deal with. That’s why you will never understand this.”

“Really? You’re pulling the Kook card on me? Why, ‘cause I was born on a different side of the island?” You said, feeling yourself grow angrier.

“Yes!” He yelled. “That’s exactly why. Ever since you’ve been born you’ve been been fed everything with a silver spoon. You have parents who will do anything for you and you have a roof to live under without having to worry about who pays the bills or whether we have water and electricity this month or not. That’s not how people like me live.”

“I know that, JJ.”

At this point, you’ve created a space between you, not wanting to get close to him at the moment.

“I know that there’s an obvious difference between us. But first of all, my parent will not do anything for me, they have proven that the second I started hanging out with you. I’m not saying that we’re the same, I’m saying that I am able to understand what you’re going through-“

“No, you don’t!” He cut you off, making you jump at the raise of his voice. “You don’t understand, Y/N. You know why? Because all your life you’ve been a spoiled Kook who didn’t have a clue that in order to live you have to work. I mean, why would you? Your parents are a pair of arrogant assholes who probably fed you some shit about the low-lifers and about the fact that it’s our fault that we’re living in poverty. Because, admit it, you’ve never really gave a fuck about us Pogues until you met me, is that right?”

You were face to face, closer than you’d like. Your eyes were burning with tears of anger, hurt and frustration. You couldn’t believe he was saying those words. You really thought that he didn’t care about Kook or Pogue, that he cared about your relationship over your status.

“Well, I’m just some spoiled Kook, how would I know?” You said, your voice shaking slightly but you didn’t let it affect the glare you sent him as you moved across to the guest bedroom to get your stuff and get the hell out of there. You were sure John B had heard everything from his room but you didn’t care, all you wanted was to get out of there and far away from JJ.

You walked straight past him as he tried to talk to you, heading to the front door.

“Y/N, please, just let me talk to you.” He continued, but you ignored him. You opened the door and walked to your car, not sparing him a glance as you pulled out of the driveway.

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You didn’t really believe in hate. You never believed that hating someone would benefit you. It was just intoxicating yourself to the point where you think more about the person you hate than they think about you. You found the whole thing pointless. Luke Maybank, however, was an exception. You hated that man with all your heart. Having witnessed all the pain he had caused to the man you loved most in the world. So when you walked into the small market by your neighborhood, your eyes immediately located Luke. He was standing in front of the alcohol isle, browsing through the different kinds with his eyes. His eyes, that were red from whatever drug he took this time. Unfortunately for you, you needed milk, which was right by the end of that isle. So, instead of going straight you turned right and made a detour to get to the fridge. You opened the glass door and sighed as the coolness seeping from the fridge, which was the total opposite of the weather outside. You picked up one gallon of milk and put it in your basket.

“Y/N L/N, there’s a girl I thought I’ll never see again.”

You heard a hoarse voice from behind you, sending chills down your spine as you immediately recognized it to be Luke’s. You slowly turned around, having no intention of starting a conversation with the man.

“What do you want?” You asked sharply, sending him a glare.

“Well, aren’t you a feisty one?” He said with a smirk, and you felt nauseous just by looking at him.

You moved to walked past him but he was quick to grab your arm, pulling you back.

“Where are you going? I need to ask you something about that little shit.”

You rolled your eyes.

“First let me go or I’ll scream.” You threatened, but the only response you got was a chuckle.

“Where is JJ? He hasn’t been home in a few days.”

You shuddered at the thought of him ever reaching JJ and very much possibly putting his hands on him.

“I don’t know, and even if I did why would I tell you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a shitty excuse of a father, Luke. Or moreover, you’re a piece of shit. You don’t deserve to have JJ as your son because all you do is hurt him. So no, I’m not going to tell you where he is.” You pulled your arm out of his strong grip and pushed past him, leaving him behind as you quickly paid for your things and walked out of there to your car, desperate to get as far away from him as possible.

You prayers weren’t answered, as Luke opened the passenger door and got inside the car. You heart started beating fast and you gasped as you saw a gun in his hand - aimed at you.

“You think you can just talk to me like that and I’ll let it happen? Who do you think I am? Some bitch like your little boyfriend?!” He raised his voice, pressing the gun to your stomach.

“Luke, this is ridiculous. Just get out of the car and I’ll leave, I promise.” You said, trying not to let your fear show.

“No, I got a better idea.” With his free hand, he put the car in drive, forcing you to press on the breaks. “You and I are gonna take a little trip back to my place, and there we’re gonna wait for JJ to come back. I bet he’ll run straight home once he found out you’re with me.”

“Okay,” you said, handing gripping the wheel tightly to prevent your hand from shaking, “I’ll go there, just put down the gun, please.”

“Why, so you could do whatever you want? Nah, this gun stays on you until you’re sitting on my couch in my living room.” He said and pressed the gun even harder against your side, making you clench your jaw. “Now drive, bitch.”

Your drive slowly, trying to stall as much as you could but he quickly noticed and aimed the gun to your head to make you speed up. You have never been more terrified in your life. This was your longest interaction with Luke, and you had no idea what he was capable of, especially under the influence.

After you parked the car in the driveway Luke got out of the car and walked to your side, opening the door and pulling you out of the car. He dragged you up the stairs and opened the front door, pushing you inside the house. You fell onto the floor, trying to get up but he kicked you, pressing his boot down on your back, making you yell out in pain.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, huh?!” He yelled. He then grabbed you from your hair and pulled you to the couch. “Now, you’re gonna sit there and shut up.”

He walked over to the kitchen counter, opening the cupboard and pulling out a bottle of cheap whiskey. He poured some into a glass and then turned to you. “You want anything to drink?”

You shook your head, refusing to talk to him.

“Hey, use you goddamn words.” He said sternly, grabbing two glasses from the counter and walking over to you. “You’re almost as bad as JJ.”

As much as you wanted to shut up and not make him even angrier, you had to control your own anger. Because nothing made you angrier than the man that was sitting next to you.

“Here,” he said and handed you a glass of whiskey, “be a good girl and drink.”

“I don’t want to.” You said calmly.

“Well, I didn’t quite ask you. And when I did you didn’t answer.”

You swallowed thickly before taking a small sip from the glass, feeling the burning sensation down your throat.

“That a girl. You know, I will never understand what you see in that boy.” He said and took a sip of his own beverage.

“Maybe that’s ‘cause you spend all your time with him beating him.”

You knew you shouldn’t have said anything the moment he grabbed your neck, but it was too late.

“What did you say to me?!” He asked and tightened his grip on your throat.

“What? That a surprise to you? I saw your knuckles, it’s no secret that you’re an abusive asshole.” You said, voice straining as he choked you.

“Fucking bitch.” He muttered before pushing you down go the floor, the glass falling from your hand and shattering into the wooden floor. He turned you around, and before you could comprehend what was happening he sent a punch to your jaw.

“You don’t talk to me like that, understand?!” He yelled before dragging you up and slamming your body against the wall. “There will be a price to pay.”

The sent another punch to your stomach and you bent forward from the pain, all the air leaving your body.

“Pathetic slut, can’t even take some beatin’.”

His words fueled you and you finally found the power to fight back. You used all your momentum to push him away from you, and then you tried running for the door. But he was too quick and you were too slow. He grabbed you hair and spun you to face him, his face inches from yours.

“You think you can just run away? Well then let me tell you something. You ain’t leavin’ til my son gets here. And when he does I’ll let you go, but he stays here.” He was gripping your face with his hand, making you wince as his nails dug into your skin.

“Why? So you could hit him a little more? You’re just a sad, lonely man who takes his pain out on his son - the only person he has left.” You snapped. “You think I’m pathetic? Just look at your own life, man.”

He laughed, another hand now gripping in by you hair, pulling your face closer to his. “You’re gonna regret that.”

His psychotic smile was the last thing you saw before her dropped you to the floor, slamming your head against the coffee table.

You work up at the sound of glass shuttering and yelling. You sat up, your hand going to the cut you had on the side of your forehead. You winced at the headache, looking down at your hand and seeing blood on it. You looked around the room and figured you were in JJ’s room, on the bed.

“You fucking no-good piece of shit.”

You heard from outside the room. You stood up, leaning on the wall to not fall down from the dizziness that flooded your head. You slowly walked towards the door and opened it, the noises getting louder. You peeked down the hallway, and almost gasped at the sight of JJ pinned down to the floor, Luke above him, delivering punch after punch. You started walking towards them as quietly as you could, picking up a beer bottle from the kitchen and slamming it onto Luke’s head. He stopped his punching, and you took it as an opportunity to push him off JJ. You crouched down next to him, cupping his face in your hands.

“JJ, are you okay?”

He looked at you in utter surprise, clearly not expecting you to be there.

“Y-Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?!” He asked in a panicked voice.

“Long story. Come on, we need to leave.” You said and tried to pull him up with you, but he stopped you. “JJ, come on, we need to-“

You were cut off by two arms pulling you away from JJ and pushing you against the wall.

“No!” JJ yelled, trying to stand up. “Don’t you fucking touch her.”

Luke didn’t listen to him and turned to you.

“Well, look who’s awake.” He said with a smile.

“Fuck you.” You spat, trying to get loose of his grip.

“You have a really dirty mouth, sweetheart. Time to clean it up, don’t you think?”

Before you could object he was already punching you, blood running down from your nose. He raised his hand to deliver another one but JJ caught it.

“Let her go.” He said through clenched teeth. “Get the fuck off her or I’ll fucking kill you.”

He wrapped his arms around his father’s neck and choked him. You took the opportunity the slid away from his arms. You ducked down and picked up a big piece of glass from the floor and pressed it against Luke’s throat.

“You let us both go, right now.” You demanded, but he only laughed.

“I don’t think you have the guts to kill me, baby girl.”

From behind him, JJ squeezed his throat harder. “Don’t even fucking talk to her.”

He dropped him to the floor and slammed another beer bottle to his head, knocking him out cold. He turned to you, the glass was still in your shaking hand and your face was frozen. He walked to you and took the glass out of your grip, discarding it to the floor. He pulled you into him, whispering ‘you’re okay’ over and over again and you were pretty sure those words were meant for himself. He pulled away and grabbed your hand.

“Let’s go, we can talk about this at the Chateau.”

You both walked out of the house and to your car. You let him drive to John B’s place, knowing you couldn’t drive at the moment. You were both silent the whole drive, however a hand on your thigh kept you calm. He parked the car, but made no move to get out. Instead, he moved his gaze to you. Your gaze was focused on the Chateau rather than on him, hand fiddling in your lap.

“Y/N…” he said quietly, hesitation clear in his voice. “Let’s get you inside so I can take care of you, okay?”

You knew it wasn’t what he wanted to say, your current state was probably the reason he changed his words. You nodded your head, opening the door and getting out of the car. He was by our side after only a second, wrapping his arm around you and telling you that you could lean on him if you needed. As you made your way inside the Chateau, the pain in your stomach and all the other places Luke hit you started to hurt more and more. JJ opened the screen door, stepping aside the let you walk in first. You saw John B sitting on the couch, a questioning look on his face as he saw your face. You didn’t pay him any mind and just kept walking towards the bathroom, JJ right behind you. You sat on top of the counter and waited silently as JJ began taking care of your cuts.

“I know it’s usually you who’s in this position, so I just hope I’ll do a good job.” He tried to joke with half a smile, but you didn’t respond.

He sighed. “Look, Y/N, I know you probably don’t want to talk about this but, baby, I need to know what happened. You had me so fucking worried when I saw you there.”

You took in a breath, trying to find the words to describe what happened.

“I was at the supermarket, and he was there. I tried to avoid him but he saw me anyway. He started talking to me and he mentioned you and I just-“ you paused, running your hand through your hair. “I just couldn’t let him. I got so mad, J. I told him that he was a piece of shut and walked out of there. I got inside the car and he got in after me, a gun pulled out and aimed at me.”

“Fuck.” He cursed, dropping his head low. He couldn’t believe his father did that to you - that he dared aiming a gun at you.

“He told me to drive to your house so I did, and there he told me to sit on the couch. He offered me a drink and told me to ‘be a good girl and drink’.” You quoted, noting how JJ’s face stayed still, jaw clenching in anger and eyes fixed on the wall behind you. “I drank. And then he started talking about you again and how he didn’t see what I saw in you. I muttered some response and then he- well, started hitting me. Then he banged my head against the coffee table and I passed out.”

JJ stepped away from you, running his hands through his hair and down his face, leaning on the opposite wall. He cursed quietly before leaning back and punching the wall.

“JJ.” You tried, but he paid no mind, throwing another punch to the wall. “JJ, stop, you’re just gonna hurt yourself.” You raised your voice a little, standing up and pulling him towards you. His eyes were filled with tears, reflecting the anger behind them. “Calm down, please.”

“I can’t, I can’t, Y/N. I can’t just calm down when I know what he did to you. I’m gonna fucking kill him for even touching you.”

He tried to pull away again but you didn’t let him, cupping his face to make him look at you. “JJ, I’m okay, I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me that bad.”

“But he hurt you. He hurt you and he knew how much you fucking mean to me. I can’t just let that go.” He explained, cupping your head, looking at you like you were his life. “I can’t deal with the thought of him hurting you.”

“I know, trust me I know.”

You actually did know. You knew exactly how he felt because you felt the exact same thing whenever you saw the damage Luke did. You felt the same anger and the same urge to kill him for even touching him. But you couldn’t let him spiral out of control - not now.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He said, placing a kiss to your cheek. “And I’m so fucking sorry for what I said to you. I had no right to tell you those things. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“I know, J. It’s okay, I forgive you. And I love you, too.”

You rose to your tiptoes and kissed him gently. He grabbed your waist and deepened the kiss, running his tongue against yours. You hummed in delight, running your fingers through his soft hair. You were truly lucky to have found someone that you truly love, and that he truly loved you.

“It’s all good now, J.”

[locker42]

part 2 of johnny bear? ur so underrated wtf 😩 ♡ ⭑

Thank you so much😍🤩💕

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not even mine to consider pt 2 please 😭 🙏🏻

Girl, I’m already working on it😻

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hey just wondering if i could request a damon x reader where ready gets injured but doesn’t want to upset damon so tries to hide her injuries but he finds out when he touches her? just basically angst and fluff

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[locker42]

“I don’t know why it affects me like this when you’re not even mine to consider.”

- Pedestrian at Best, Courtney Barnett.

Warnings: swearing, masturbation, explicit talks of sex, angst, cheating, use of drugs. (Let me know if I missed anything🥰).

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader.

Words count: 5424.

The first time JJ had met her she didn’t leave quite the good impression on him, considering the only thing that covered her body from his eyes was one of John B’s Hawaiian shirts. He thought she was just a hook up, noting serious. Although he did think she was a little bit out of John B’s legue, to the better though. The next morning when he saw her sitting at the table eating breakfast with his best friend, he knew it was something more serious. John B kept her around for a long while, introducing her to the gang. She hit it off pretty quickly with the rest however JJ kept his distance. It wasn’t until one night when he came out of his room and saw her on the porch that he really made an effort to talk to her.

She was sitting on the couch, a joint held between her fingers as she exhaled the smoke, tilting her head slightly upward. He walked out of the opened door, drawing her attention to him. Now that he was outside he saw her full figure decorated with a shirt that no doubt belonged to John B.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” He asked, still standing awkwardly beside her, hesitant to sit next to her.

“Just needed a smoke.” She shrugged her shoulders. “What about you? What are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” He answered simply, deciding to put his doubts aside and sat down next to her. She put out her hand as an offer for a hit from her joint, he accepted with a small smile.

“Thanks.”

He took two long drags, enjoying the light-headed feeling it provided him.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” He said as he handed her the joint.

She took a hit before responding. “I mostly take my smoke breaks on the hammock in the back.”

He nodded, taking the joint from her as she offered it again. They sat in silence for a few minutes, and JJ felt his tiredness slowly slip away from him as he thought of what to say. He felt nervous for some reason, not knowing if striking up a conversation would the appropriate thing to do or maybe she just wanted to sit in silence. Before he could make his decision she made it for him.

“You know, I couldn’t help but notice that you are the only one who I didn’t get the chance to speak to.” She said, however her tone wasn’t accusing, she was just stating a fact.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. At first I thought you were just a hook up but then John B decided to keep you around.” He didn’t know what exactly in his words was the cause to her scoff.

“John B decided to keep me around?” She asked, and he knew he had opened his big mouth in the wrong time, again.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” He quickly defended himself. “It’s just that he usually doesn’t really have girlfriends, so it surprised me a little to see you stick around.”

“It’s okay, you’re good.” She dismissed him, a smile playing on her lips as she took another hit off the joint. “Oh, look, it’s finished.”

He turned his attention to the joint, only the butt of it left. She pouted before putting it out on the ashtray.

“I hate when that happens.”

“Don’t we all?”

For the first time since he met her, they shared a real smile rather than the polite one the sent the other’s way in the form of greeting. Just now he noticed how the corner of her mouth was tugged to the side and how she pressed her lips together and looked away as he kept his gaze on her. However he couldn’t figure out if she was shy or just uncomfortable. And, god, he wouldn’t forgive himself if it was the latter.

“So, how did you and John B meet?” She asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“We’ve been friends since the third grade and just kept in touch throughout that years.” He explained. She adjusted her position on the couch, turning her body to fully face him as she talked.

“That’s amazing, I don’t think I ever had a friend who stuck around for that long. You two must be very close.” She stated as she leaned her head in her elbow.

Although her first words made him think them over, he chose not to pry and instead commented on the latter of her words.

“Yeah, we’re all very close. Pope and Kie, too.”

“Are any of you dating?”

Her question made him chuckle. “Well, you are dating John B, and I’m pretty sure Pope has a thing for Kiara but he will die before he makes a move.”

She nodded her head, her hand coming to the back of her neck, moving her hair away. Her noticed the start of a small hickey on the collarbone, and something inside him twisted. It didn’t feel good.

“What about you? Any girl who caught your attention?”

Her voice made him return his eyes back to her own, feeling his face heat up in fear that he was caught staring. But she didn’t mention anything. “No, not anyone in particular.”

She nodded her head again, eyes darting from him to the room and he suddenly felt guilty for her visible boredom.

“So, where are you from?” He asked her, a small feeling of satisfaction resting on us heart as she turned back to him.

“Well, I’m originally from Michigan but I moved foster homes all the time so my childhood was kind of spread across the county.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You’re an orphan?”

“Not exactly. My father was a piece of shit and my mother was never around. One day the neighbors called the police and I was sent away.” She explained, and he was surprised at how casually she said that.

“Some life story you have.” He commented, relieved when he heard her chuckle. “How old were you?”

“Seven.”

“Wow, so you’ve been in the system for ten years now.”

“Yes.” She tucked a stray of her hair behind her ear and something in him was jealous, wanting to do that himself. “It wasn’t that bad, not until I moved here, anyway.”

“Is it that bad here?” He teased her, a fake hurt look on his face.

She laughed. “No, I like it here. It’s just that no family has ever adopted me, and I got used to being in the orphanage. I had a friend there, Max. He is the funniest guy I have ever met, he really helped me go through everything.”

“That’s good. God, I can’t even imagine going through that.” He said, shaking his head in disbelief. “So, wait, what family adopted you here?”

“Do you know the Tedfords?”

“Yeah, they live not too far from here.”

“That’s me.”

That he didn’t know. He was sure she was just a touron John B has met at some party.

“How much time have you been living here? I never saw saw you around the island before you and John B started dating.”

“Almost a year, actually.”

“I have no idea how I never saw you.”

“Well, I don’t around that much, I met John B in the grocery store, nothing special.” She said smiling, and her smile did something to him. It didn’t turn him on but he did feel his heartbeat in his ears, the warmth spreading from his neck to his face again.

“What about you?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. “I’ve only seen you here but I’m pretty sure you don’t live here.”

“Yeah, I don’t. It’s just that most of the time I’m here so it’s easier to just sleep, eat and basically live here as well.” He explained, his body now turned to her. Usually, he’d hate when the part of his father or living situation would come up, but something in her made him want to spill all his secrets, but yet he still kept a straight mind.

“That’s cool, your whole dynamic of the group is really cool.” She said, however there was something in her voice that he quickly picked up on.

“Well, since your dating John B I think we’re officially your friends.” He told her with a reading smile. “Cause we all know what a pain it is to not get along with your boyfriend’s friends.”

She chuckled, pulling her knees to her chest. “Yeah, but gladly John B has some great friends.”

“I’m great, I know.” He said with a cocky smile, sending her a wink.

“I guess you’re okay.” She said with a small giggle, however she had no clue of what that giggle did to his heart. I’m fact, she had no idea of what would become of that innocent, late-night conversation, neither of them knew.

They kept on a good friendship, however JJ’s image of her became further and further from being a friend. He thought of her in all the ways he shouldn’t, all the ways John B thought of her. He cursed himself for feeling that, however that didn’t keep him away from her. He wanted to be near her all day long, to talk to her and to make her laugh. He was well aware of the fact that it wasn’t his job or place to do that. He wanted to stay away from her, but he couldn’t. She was like this drug he couldn’t get enough of, like the best joint he had ever smoked - but better.

They had met a couple more times late at night, smoking together became a habit he learned to love and appreciate. He could listen to her talking all day long. She was different from the other girls he dated in the past, she was much more interesting, and much more like him. Their bond was noticed by the whole group, including John B. JJ was worried that he’d suspected something was going on but he claimed he was just happy she was getting along with the group.

As time passed, JJ and Y/N became closer and closer, however instead of focusing on that, all he though of was how long it’s been since she and John B has started dating. It uncanny for him to keep a girl around for that long, which only meant that they were getting serious, and that only made things harder on JJ. Every time they talked, every time he saw her, all he wanted was to grab her and kiss her - but he couldn’t. Not as long as she was dating his best friend. And even if things were to end between the two, it would be immoral and overall just a dick move to get together with her.

So he kept his distance. Part of him was feeling guilty, seeing as they were becoming good friends with the time, however he knew the temptation was too hard for him to resist.

His self control was put to the test when he had just gotten to the Chateau after a long day of work, only to hear the moans of what he guessed was his best friend and his girlfriend, whom he liked. At first, he thought that they were just having sex, which made him want to run away from the house and curl in a hole for the rest of his life. However after a few seconds, he realized he could only hear Y/N’s moans. His eyes widened at the realization, jaw clenching as he listened to her soft moans, some higher, some breathier, and some so fucking sexy he swore a porn video was playing. But no, it was just Y/N, just the girl he was pretty much in love with, just the girl who dated his best friend. With that, he turned around to leave. He had no right intruding on her privacy or to listen in on her touching herself like some pervert.

But just as he was about to take his first step toward the door, he heard her say something he had grown to love and to cherish the sound of - his name.

“JJ..”

He heard her moan breathlessly, making him take a step closer to John B’s bedroom, rather than to walk out of the house before he does something that he’ll regret. All of his built up self control vanished as once again he heard her moan his name, louder this time.

“Oh, god, JJ, please..”

He felt his pants tighten as a series of moans followed her statement. As she got louder and louder, the only thing JJ could think about was what was going on in her head, what was she imagining as she moaned his name is such a sultry way. Did she imagine him pinning her down on the bed as he took her, leaving marks all over her perfect chest? Or was she imagining herself riding him, breasts bouncing in his face as she used him to get herself off. Or perhaps she imagined laying on her stomach, letting him use her, letting him slap her juicy ass as he rammed his dick into her over and over again until she was so cock drunk she couldn’t even utter a word.

He then realized he was picturing her in every position imaginable for men, however there was only one detail missing - her body. God, what he would do for her little slutty, red bikini to just fall off, and to reveal what he longed to see - what he thought of every night while he stroked himself. He wanted nothing more than to see her beautiful breasts, or her pussy, all dripping for him. As his thoughts carried away he had to physically restrain himself from taking his cock out and cumming all over the wooden floor. Before he could, he shook his head violently and walked out of the Chateau, heading to the dock where his fishing gear was already set up from the day before.

After a few minutes of him trying to clean his mind from the dirty thoughts that had possessed it only moments ago, he turned around to see her walking out of the Chateau, a tank top and jeans shorts adoring her defined figure. She sent him a smile which he returned as she walked over to him, leaning her back on the rail he was leaning his elbows on.

“Hey, what’s up?” She asked, and god, he was angry. He was angry that she had the nerve to just come out of there like she didn’t do these slutty actions - like she wasn’t touching herself in a house that wasn’t hers where anyone could walk in. How she dared to look at him with what she probably thought were innocent eyes, however he knew she was far from that.

“All good, where’s John B?”

He cursed himself at the mention of his friend, but he knew that the thought of him was the only thing keeping him from pressing the girl against the railing and slamming hip lips onto hers, whether she wanted it or not. And judging by what he heard, there was a very slim chance that she didn’t.

“He’s working today, told me to spend the day here since all of you are supposed to come by sooner or later.” She answered him, crossing her arms over chest, her breasts slightly pushing upwards, drawing his attention for only one mere second before his looked away and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I just got back from work, figured I’ll fish something for dinner.” He said and put his hand on the fishing rod.

“Oh, good. There are new groceries so I can make some salad or something. If anyone else coming as well?”

“Yeah, Pope is supposed to pick Kie up from work so they’ll be here in a few.” He said, not moving his eyes from the water.

“Okay.” She said, and he felt her eyes on him, but he didn’t turn. “Is everything okay?”

He shook his head mentally, why in the hell would she ask that? Did she really care?

“Yeah, just tired.” He responded with a shrug of him shoulders, sending a small smile her way.

She returned the smile with one of her own. “It’s been a while since we had a smoking session, I gotta be honest I’m starting to miss them.”

For the first time since seeing her today, a real smile creeped up on his face. “Yeah, me too.”

He didn’t t bother making up an excuse to why he wasn’t coming out of his room anymore, he knew she deserved better than that.

“Maybe I’ll see you tonight? I got some things to tell you.” She suggested, and he could see the hope in her eyes, and god knew he could never say no to them.

“Maybe you will, and maybe I just got a new stack to try out, some weird combination my cousin made.”

She giggled. With most girls he had met, when they giggled it was the fakest sound he ever heard, most horrible coming in second. He knew it was only a way for them to flirt with him. However with Y/N, he knew it was real and he wanted nothing more than to make her laugh all the time, just to hear it.

“Well, you know I’m always up for a challenge.”

Everything went smooth after what happened, although the sound of her moans never left his mind. She never left his mind. It was bad enough that she was basically living with John B, making him a constant witness to their sex life. JJ tried to remember that it was his name she moaned as she touched herself, not John B’s, however after he heard her scream his best friend’s name, he couldn’t help the jealousy burning in him. God, what he would do to have her.

He started to ignore her again, not completely but he didn’t show up to their mid-night smoking sessions and all the other times he saw her she was with John B so he just kept quiet and let her converse with him or the others. He noticed the confused looks she sent his way, and it hurt him to know that even though they didn’t know each other for that long, she still missed him. He wished he could sit beside her, wrap his arm around her shoulders or hold her hand - but he couldn’t. She wasn’t his, she was with John B.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

He turned his head around, only now taking notice of the girl walking his way. He just got back from a ride on the HMS Pouge after a date. It wasn’t anything special - well, not to him anyway - just a distraction. Since he was trying to get over his feelings for her he’s been seeing a lot of girls. Well, hooking up would be the right term. But nothing helped, every time he was in bed with a girl the only thing he could think of was Y/N. His mind instantly went to the sound of her moans, he imagined how her face would look like when she was cumming.

“I haven’t, just been busy.” He replied, turning away to finish tying the boat to the dock.

“Busy? With what?” She asked and cocked her head to the side, taking a step closer to him.

“Just working.” He shrugged.

“Did I do something?” She asked, all hint of playfulness gone, her tone now completely serious.

“No,” he said quickly, “you didn’t do anything.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?” She pressed on, her voice more stern.

“I’m not fucking avoiding you.” He raised his voice, only realizing he did so until he saw her slightly flinch. Guilt immediately consumed him but she already snapped back at him.

“What is your problem? Do you not like me or something?” She asked, and he just shook his head and opened his mouth to deny her suspicions but she wasn’t done. “I don’t understand why you’re ignoring me, I thought we got along-“

She sounded more disappointed and hurt than angry, and that only made him feel even more guilty. He never meant to hurt her, all he wanted was to get rid of the feelings he had for her.

“Y/N, stop.” He said before she could ramble on and on. She glared at him but stopped talking. “Look, it’s not that I don’t like you, I do. I mean, in like a friend way. You’re cool. But I’ve just been busy, I’ve got work and I-“

He wanted to tell her the truth - he wanted to tell her how he felt in great hope she’ll return his feelings. But he couldn’t. Because doing that meant losing his best friend, and he didn’t think he could ever be okay with that.

“I have a girlfriend.” He blurted out, however he regretted it immediately after seeing her reaction. She looked hurt - sad even.

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” She said and dropped her gaze to the floor before quickly looking up at him with a smile, but he knew better than to believe it was real. “I’m so happy for you. Who is she?”

“Just some touron I met at the bonfire.” He said quietly, hoping she didn’t ask any further questions.

“That’s great.” She said and nodded her head. “Sorry I attacked you, obviously I’m not the center of your life.” She added with a chuckle. If only she knew.

“It’s cool, I get it.” He shrugged it off, hoping she didn’t think he was mad. She should be mad at him, for avoiding her with. I explanation whatsoever.

“Good.” She said and stared at him for a few moments before looking away. “I’m gonna go, John B and I are going out for dinner.”

He tried to hide his jealousy and disappointment and smiled at her. “Have fun. But not too much fun.” He teased her with a wink, although his heart was aching for her.

“Thanks. And have fun with your girlfriend, whenever you see her.” She said with a smile of her own - similar to his.

“Thanks.”

As he watched the girl walk away the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted to be the one to take her out. He could just imagine it; he’d dress up in a white button up and bring her a bouquet of flowers and take her out on a romantic dinner - just the two of them. Then after the date he would kiss her goodnight and walk her to her door. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t do any of it. And that hurt him more than anything.

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This was officially JJ’s worst day ever. He went to work only to be yelled at by his boss and then had to deal with spoiled Kooks all day long. When he finally got home his dad decided to pick on him, leaving him bruised and with a bloody nose. After storming out of the house he walked straight to the Chateau. The sky was already dark but he had no trouble remembering the way to John B’s - he had been taking the same route since he was a little boy. As he got closer to the house he saw that the lights on the porch were on, indicating that he was still up. However as he reached the top stair to the porch he saw her, sitting on one of the couches, smoking a joint. He couldn’t help the guilt that built in him as he looked at her, he didn’t know she kept coming out there at night. Then he reminded himself that she had been doing this a while before he joined her. Then ditched her.

His former footsteps seemed to catch her attention as she turned towards him. The smile that first rose to her face at the sight of him disappeared as she observed his rough condition. She quickly put her joint on the ashtray that was placed on the coffee table and stood up, a concerned look on her face.

“JJ, what happened? Are you okay?” She asked as she rushed over to him.

As much as he missed her, she was the last person he wanted to see at the moment. He didn’t want her to see him that way - all beaten up by the hands of his father, tears threatening to fall and an anxiety attack just waiting to break through. He was a mess, and the exact opposite of what she wanted, what she deserved.

“It’s nothing, I’m okay.” He brushed her questions off. “Where’s John B?”

“What do you mean you’re okay?” She asked, ignoring his question. “JJ, your nose is all bloody and your face is-“

She cut herself off, taking a deep breath and looking away from his for a second.

“JJ, please, tell me what happened.” She begged, and he could see the tears forming in her eyes. That’s that last thing he wanted.

“Hey, hey.” He said softly, aching to touch her to calm her down but he restrained himself. “I’m okay, really. Just got into a fight.”

She didn’t answer him, all she did was take his hand in hers and examine it. After huffing, she dropped his hand down.

“Your knuckles are fine. And before you tell me you punch with your other hand, I’ve seen you punch.”

He clenched his jaw. Of course she noticed, how wouldn’t she? He was basically living with John B when he had a place of his own, he avoided talking about his home life and now he showed up in the middle of the night sporting one too many bruises. How could she not notice?

“JJ.” She whispered, but he kept his eyes on the floor, holding back the tears. She placed her hands on his face, careful not to touch any bruises along the way. “Please tell me it’s not what I think it is.”

He finally looked at her, and god did he regret that. The look she had in his eyes almost hurt him physically. It made him want to crawl into her arms and cry like a baby. It made him want to spill everything - to tell her about his father. Instead of doing the latter, he did the former. Without noticing a tear fell down his cheek, and a sob broke through him. With no sign of hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him. At first he was shocked, staying still as she hugged his tightly. But then, after letting himself go, he allowed his arms to wrap around her waist and to bring his face to her neck as he let go of his tears.

It was the first time he allowed someone to hold him so soon after seeing his father. It felt good, better than he had expected. He always didn’t want to be touched after an incident with his dad, but something felt different. Instead of flinching away or shutting himself out, he found comfort in the girl’s arms. He found warmness in the smell of her hair and peace in the feeling of her heart beating as she was pressed up against him. He hugged her tight with no intention of ever letting go, he hugged her because she was his solution, his light. She was the only one who could bring lightness into a dark night like this.

“I’m sorry.” He let out, feeling slightly awkward in the hug after he had managed to calm down.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She said and shook her head, pulling back just enough for her to see his face. This time, he didn’t shy away from her, just focused on the beautiful features. Goodness, she was beautiful. He though to himself.

“This isn’t your fault, J. None of it. You don’t deserve any of this.”

They were these words that seeped into his mind, feeding his hunger for her. At the moment, he no longer thought of John B, or the fact that she was John B’s girlfriend. All he could think about was how much he wanted to feel her lips against his. He started to slowly lean in, noticing how she didn’t step back or pull away from him. Instead, she brought her hand to his hair and ran her fingers through it before joining their lips.

As soon as he felt her lips on his, he was a goner. He let out a groan at the feeling, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. It was everything he imagined and more. The mixed feelings of her hands in his hair and on his neck and her lips moving with his gave him a head rush, and he never wanted it to stop. He took initiative and ran his tongue over her lips, a new feeling of excitement washing over him as she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to intertwine with hers. She pulled at his hair, making him groan into her mouth as he moved his hand up to her neck. The kiss didn’t last as long as he hoped for. After the king time he had to restrain himself from kissing her, now that he was, he didn’t want to stop.

She pulled away, her hands staying on his cheeks, thumb wiping the tears that stayed on his face.

“J-“

“Don’t.” He cut her off, Leaning his forehead against hers. “Don’t say anything, please. Just wanna stay like this for a moment.”

To his slight surprise, she didn’t object and closed her eyes. He felt her soft breathing on his face as his fingers played with the ends of her hair. He wished he could stay like this, with her in his arms. He wished he could kiss her again and to hold her again. At that moment, with her so close to him after a shared passionate kiss, he realized he was in love with her. It only made sense; he could not stop thinking about her, and not even in a solely sexual way. He wanted to do so much more than just sleep with her. He wanted to take her out on dates, to hold her hand and to hug her close in his arms. Before he could remind himself that she wasn’t his she pressed her lips to his again. It was a light kiss, unlike their first one, but it had the same effect on him.

“I’m sorry.” She said quietly, almost as if she didn’t want to say the next words. “But I can’t do this, I’m with John B and I-“

She took a deep breath, a pained expression on her face. He knew what she was gonna say.

“I love him, JJ. I’m sorry.”

It broke his heart, more than he could ever imagine. Hearing her say these words hurt him, because it made all of his suspicions and concerns true. She didn’t love him, she loved his best friend. It shouldn’t surprise him, really, she was in a relationship with him. But it still hurt, the rejection hurt.

“Then why are you touching yourself to me?”

He didn’t mean to say it, he didn’t mean the tone he used. But he was upset, and unfortunately for him, that manifested into anger.

“W-what?” She stuttered, clearly surprised by his question.

“You say you love him but yet you’re moaning my name when you touch yourself. So explain that.” He said and took a step closer to her.

She scoffed, shaking her head. “Were you listening to me? Are you stalking me or something?”

“No, I’m just saying that you should think twice before you do something like that in a house that isn’t even yours.” He said, keeping his voice low. “Cause all I had to do was walk into the Chateau and hear you moaning for me.”

“It-it wasn’t-“

“Save it. Just go back to your boyfriend, maybe think of me once or twice when you fuck him.” And with that, he walked off, leaving her standing in the porch. A part of him hoped she would call after him, but she never did. He shouldn’t have expected her to, as she said, she loved John B, not him

[locker42]

Can we get a part 2 of Stains please🙏

Hiiii

There is already another part of Stains, here’s the link👇🏻

Stains P. 2

hiiii omg can u pls make a part 2 to stains?? love it and ur work sm!!❤️ Warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of alcohol and dru

Hope you’ll like it🤞🏻😘

[locker42]

Happy birthday to Damn Salvatore😍😘🥳💕

[locker42]

Good Boy

Warnings: swearing, mommy kink, smut (basically the whole thing).

Pairing: sub!JJ Maybank x dom!reader.

Word count: 954.

Masterlist.

“What are you thinking about?” You whispered in his ear before placing kissed down his neck, smirking as he whimpered.

“About you,” he panted, then let out a groan, “in every fucking position.”

You chuckled, the desperation in his voice amusing to you, while to him, it was a straight up torture. He moaned loudly as his hand increased its pace of stroking, and his head fell backwards. An idea struck up in you mind and you moved yourself in front of him, straddling his thighs with your back pacing him. You knew you had his attention as he let out another groan.

“Fuck, princess..” he moaned, and you took it as a sign to continue. You placed your hand on the bed beneath you and leaned forward, rolling your hips and giving him a good look of your glistening pussy.

“Please, baby, I’ll be good, I promise.” He begged you, but you had none of it.

“Stop your begging, pretty boy, you know it’s not gonna work.”

You leaned your torso forward and bent over, as you would do if he fucked you from behind. But he wasn’t, and he couldn’t. And that was the real torture.

“Please, let me touch, let me make you feel good.” Another groan came. “God, I’ll make you feel so good, gonna make you fun all over my face.”

The image of it ran through both of your minds - to him, it got him closer to his release, and to you, it made you come up with yet another idea.

“Yeah, you wanna taste mommy?” You taunted as you turned back to face him, enjoying the desperate look on his face. Your eyes then moved to his cock, how his hand was stroking it at a fast pace, his tip was almost blue.

“Yes, please. I’ll do anything.” He responded immediately, getting more turned on as your eyes never left his cock.

“Such a beautiful cock you have, baby.” You praised him, knowing exactly which buttons to push in order to torture him. “I bet you and I both want it in my pussy, right?”

He nodded his head as he whimpered ‘please’ over and over again.

“Too bad that’s not gonna happen for you tonight.” You pouted your lips. “Because you were a bad boy, and you know what happens to bad boys?”

All you got in return was a pathetic whine as you leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. “They get punished. Now, lay down for mommy and place both your hands beside you head.”

He did a you asked, not wanting to upset you even more. As his hands came above his head you reached out and grabbed a rope you’ve kept in the bedside drawer, just for special events like these. You tied his hands together and then attached them to the head board, making sure he couldn’t get free.

“No, please, mommy.” He sobbed but you ignored him.

You climbed up his torso until your heat hovered his face.

“This what you wanted, right? To taste mommy’s pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Then take it.”

You carefully sat on his face, placing your hands behind you on his chest to stabilize you. You moaned as his mouth began making wanders on you, grinding against his tongue.

“Ah, pretty boy making mommy feel so good. You’re gonna make me cum.” You moaned as you through your head back in bliss, his tongue diving inside you before moving back to your clit. As a reward for his good work you reached back and grabbed his cock, drawing a loud groan from him as you focused on his sensitive tip.

“You wanna cum for me, JJ?”

“Yes, please, mommy, I need it.” He begged before making more laps around your clit, pushing you closer to the edge with each movement.

“You gonna be a good boy?” You asked him as you tried to control your moans.

“Yes, I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

“Okay, baby, but first make me cum. Want you to cum later on my tits, okay, pretty boy?”

“Yes, mommy.”

Your hand left his shaft is you focused on chasing your high, which wasn’t a difficult task seeing as JJ’s tongue was making the best job.

Not one minute passes and you were already cumming with a scream of his name, your thighs shaking and clenching around his head. He told you a long time ago that he didn’t mind you crushing his head when he went down you, the action only motivating him and turning him on.

After you recovered you quickly moved to your knees on the floor, JJ quickly coming to sit before you and stroking his cock. You sit up straighter and pushed your breasts out with your hands, your fingers coming to pinch your nipples to tease him. It didn’t take him long to spill his seed all over them, it’s what you expected after tormenting him and edging him for two days. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue as he came, a few drops landing in your mouth. As he drop back breathlessly, eyes closed from his intense release, you climbed on top of him, opening his mouth and spitting his few drops of cum mixed with your saliva into his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Swallow like a good boy, baby.”

To your words he quickly gulped, a groan leaving him as you moved your hand down to his neck.

“Such a good boy for me.” You praised, placing a lights kiss on his lips before letting your tongue enter his mouth. He accepted gladly, although his tiredness was not to be ignored.

“Sleep now, JJ. You deserve it.”

[locker42]

Bounty Hunter - The Attack

Warnings: swearing, blood, injuries, violence, death.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Grounder!reader.

Word count: 1622.

Series Masterlist.

Masterlist.

You felt the soft touch on your hair, then a hand caressing your cheek gently before making its way back to your hair. You groaned, blinking your eyes as you tried to make sense of where you were. As you fully woke up, the terrible headache came to recognition. You put your hand on the wound on the side of your head. “Fucking dickhead.” You muttered under your breath.

“Y/N.” You heard his voice and immediately sat up. There he was, Bellamy. He was sitting right beside where you were laying on the ground, now the soft touches made sense. “Are you okay?” He asked you, his hand coming to cup the side of your neck.

“Bellamy.” You whispered in relief, wrapping your arm around him, burying your head in his chest. He hugged you back as best as he could, bringing you close to him. “What’s going on? What are you doing here?” You asked as you pulled away.

“Roan had locked us up here, the alliance is broken.” You turned to see Kane sitting against the wall next to where you were sitting, his hands bounded. On them you noticed the chain around yours.

“The attack.” You realized. “Roan is going to Arkadia, he knows about the Nightbloods. He’s angry, and he’s going against Skaikru. I tried to stop it but then he locked me up in here.” You clenched your jaw as anger rose in you.

“An attack?” Bellamy questioned, looking down at you.

“They’re going to wipe Skaikru out.” You said and turned to Kane. “I’m sorry.”

Your waiting in the cell was almost torture, not knowing what was coming did not put you at ease. You were mad a Roan for locking you up, you were relieved to finally see Bellamy but not under the circumstances you were in. The sound of keys jingling made you stand up along with Bellamy and Kane. A few guards walked in, Echo and Roan coming after them. Their faces were painted with war paint, alarming you.

“What are you doing?” Kane asked.

“We’re bringing you home.” Roan answered him. His gaze moved to you, then to your bonded hands. “Your ship is a shelter for Praimfaya, so I intend to take it.”

“You don’t have to do this. We have find a solution together.” Kane tried, only to be shut up Roan.

“That time has passed.” He said, then moved to you. “I am sorry this had to come to this, but I gave you a choice, you refused.”

You glared at him. “Don’t turn this around like it’s my fault I’m in here. You were going to lock me up one way or another after telling me about the attack, didn’t you?”

His silence was enough of an answer to you. “I can’t let you get in the way of saving my people.” Was all he said.

“Asshole.” You said, then turned away from him.

“Get them ready to march.” Roan ordered the guards before turning to leave.

“Octavia will get there first.” Bellamy called after him. “She’ll warn them you’re coming. You’ll lose.”

Roan stopped, looking at Echo and nodding his head. She then turned back to Bellamy, dropping a broken sword on the ground beneath him. You immediately recognized it - Octavia’s sword. Your mouth gaped open as you realized what Echo has done.

“She wouldn’t be taken alive.” Roan said quietly. “I am sorry.”

Your eyes were still glued to the sword, only lifting when you heard Bellamy muttering ‘no’ under his breath before turning his back to you, a sob escaping him.

“It was a good death.” Echo said. You didn’t even turn to glare at her as you kept your attention on Bellamy. He dropped to his knees as he sobbed for the lost of his sister. You dropped beside him, not able to wrap your arms around him you settled with placing your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” You said and kissed his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” A tear fell down your cheek, and at that point you weren’t sure if it was from Octavia’s death or hearing Bellamy’s sobs. Suddenly two arms ripped you away from him, making you yell at them with anger.

Two more guard dragged Bellamy and Kane out of the room, ignoring your calls after them.

“Wait, Roan!”

He finally turned around, and the feeling of relief soon went away as he spoke. “You’re staying here, I can’t have you ruining my plans. I’m sorry, Y/N, for what it’s worth.”

“It’s doesn’t, not even one bit.” You said through clenched teeth, glaring at him with hate. He took one glance at you before leaving the room, the door locking behind him. You sat on the floor, helplessness consuming you. The vision of Bellamy crying over his sister of leaving your mind, the memory burning in your head.

As you were trying to get rid of your thoughts you eyes caught the sight of the broken sword Echo had left behind. You reached with your leg, dragging it until you could reach it with your hand. The top of the sword had a sharp and thin end to it, making it perfect for you to get loose. You fiddled with it, wincing as it cut your hand, deep. However it got you free at the same time so you didn’t argue. You did the same for your other hand and then got up. The cut in your forearm was bleeding like crazy, but you didn’t have time for it at the moments you hacked the lock of the door rather quickly before stepping out. You gripped the small blade tightly in your hand as you approached the two guards standing in the hallway. You pushed one to the ground and the turned and stabbed the other in his shoulder. He grabbed the back of your head and attempted you slam your head against the wall, you you quickly ducked away from his grip and sent your fist to his face. You then pushed him to the wall, face first, and slashed his throat. The other one grabbed you from behind, trying to pin you down with his arms, but you jumped up and kicked the wall sending you both to the wall opposite form it. You leaned forward, throwing him off your back and then climbed on top of him and stabbed him in the heart and fled.

Before getting out of the tower you made your way to where the weapons are kept, fortunately for you, Roan had told you where it was during your staying in Polis. After securing all your weapons in place, you took off.

You ran through the hallways, heading towards the same tunnel you used to get in when you defeated Alie. You made your way to where the horses where tied, stealing one of them, then you began your way to Arkadia. You were probably twenty minutes behind them, however you knew which way Roan took, the only way he could take with an army that big. So you went through the woods, taking all the shortcuts a big army couldn’t.

After about thirty minutes you were finally getting closer. Soon you were able to see Arkadia through the woods, a feeling of relief washing over you. You raised your hands as you came closer to the gate, letting the guards know you were not a threat. The gates opened, allowing you to get in, however you couldn’t see any guards in sight. You dismounted the horse and tied it up, then made your way inside. You walked through the halls, searching for the Chancellor’s office, guessing Abby will be there. However, when you opened the door, there was no one inside.

“Fuck..” you muttered, heading towards the common room, hoping to find someone who could do something with the information you had. Suddenly, the ground beneath you shook, almost making you fall of you weren’t gripping the wall. Then there was an explosion, sending your body flying forward, crushing into the wall harshly, knocking you out.

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You opened your eyes, everything blurry around you. You coughed, rolling from your side to your stomach. You looked forward, recognizing the hallway that led to the exit of the ship. Slowly, you started crawling toward it. With every move, your body ached, but you ignored it. It was time to survive. Another earthquake-like shake came, but luckily for you there wasn’t another explosion afterwards. You came to the turn of the hallway, spotting the exit from afar. Hope filled you as you tried to stand up, leaning heavily on the wall. Now that you were standing you began walking to the exit, the wall being the only thing the prevented you from falling down. You could see the outside, a laugh broke through you. You made it. You moved away from the wall and threw yourself next to the doorway, then stepped out of the ship, collapsing to the ground. Your head became dizzy as you tried to get up again, but it seemed like you used all your energy already.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called, but when you opened your eyes to look for the person calling it you were met by darkness. You couldn’t see anything aside from flashed or lightness through darkness.

Then two arms grabbed you, pulling you to your feet. On them you could recognize the voice speaking to you.

“Come on, I got you.” Clarke said as she helped you away from the ship. You tried to match up with her and walk but your headache was getting worse, and soon you were falling from Clarke’s arms to the ground.

[pankowperfection]

Caught in Between

Summary: You get to live out the ultimate fantasy, fucking Rudy and Drew together

Warnings: honestly just pure filth, smut, threesome, oral (male & fem receiving), spanking, rough sex, anal sex, praise kink, choking, 18+

A/N: This one goes out to @hoebx, hope you love it

You'd be lying to yourself if you tried to say you weren't attracted to both Rudy and Drew. Rudy had definitely caught your eye first; messy blonde hair and dimples drawing you in. He was so easy to be around; always cracking jokes and a megawatt smile on his face. Confident and cocky in just the right way to make between your thighs ache, he knew just what he wanted and how to get it. Then there was Drew: equally sexy with a jaw line sculpted seemingly from stone, large hands you couldn't help but imagine wrapped around your throat. His love for literature you found so attractive, getting lost in hour long conversations about your favorite novels. Where Rudy was very flirty and open about his attraction to you Drew was reserved, opting instead to gaze at you with lustful eyes without making a sound, knowing smirk etched onto his face. The way his cerulean eyes would darken as they raked over your exposed skin made your heart pound, clit throbbing with need.

Something felt different as you entered the bar with the entire cast, celebrating the wrap of filming season 3. Trying to ignore the nagging feeling deep in your gut you followed Chase to the bar, ordering a double shot of tequila to take the edge off. Both Drew and Rudy seemed unable to keep their eyes off of you, sitting at a table off the corner of the dance floor, occasionally leaning over to speak to each other about something. You did look damn good; leather mini skirt hugging tight to your hips, deep cut of your top displaying your breasts in an alluring way. Feet starting to hurt from dancing in your heels you head over to the booth, choosing to scoot in beside Rudy and missing how Drew's eyes hardened. "What's up with you two? Gonna sit over here all night, stare and whisper but not join in on the fun?" They both chuckle, sharing a look that says they have you right where they want you. "Just making sure you don't get into any trouble sweetheart," Rudy smirks, hand coming to rest on your bare thigh and making your skin tingle. Drew's staring so hard its a wonder a hole didn't burn through Rudy's skin, a fact Rudy enjoyed quite a lot.

"Oh? Well what if I want to get into some trouble?" You look between them, doing your best to look sexy and hint at what you really wanted: the two of them to take you, do whatever they wanted with you. "Careful sweetheart, or you might get more than you can handle," Drew grins, reaching under the table and teasing his hand up your leg. The way they are looking at you, like two lions ready to pounce on their next meal, you can't help the heat swirling through your veins, panties dampening at the thought of what they could do to you. "Why don't you let me worry about that? You two want to get out of here or what?" You push yourself to your feet, looking down at Drew and Rudy as they share a quick glance. "Alright," Rudy calls, standing up beside you and offering you his hand. You look back at Drew, still not moving from his seat and appraising you beside Rudy. "Coming Drew?" He smirks, scooting out to stand on your other side. "Not yet sweetheart, but you will be later," he says with a wink, trailing behind as Rudy leads you to his hotel room.

Once behind closed doors their attitudes changed quickly, Drew immediately backing you into the nearest wall and crashing his lips to yours. He grabs your hands, pinning them over your head and keeping you in place with his body pressed to yours. As his lips trail down your neck you open your eyes, catching the jealousy burning in Rudy's as he watches from a few feet away. When you let out a moan at Drew's sucking on your neck he can't take anymore, storming over and pulling Drew backwards. "What the fuck Rudy?" His eyes blaze with anger, annoyed that his tasting of you was interrupted. "Who said you get to go first?" Rudy questions, their arguing over you only increasing the throbbing between your legs. "Boys, don't fight. There is plenty enough of me to go around." Spell broken they both turn to you again, Rudy advancing first and picking you up, carrying you to the bed with Drew on his heels.

Two pairs of hands descend over your body, losing track of who is touching you where. Your shirt is pulled over your head, breasts being fondled as your skirt hits the ground next. You fall backwards onto the bed, Rudy connecting his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, tongue swooping into your mouth as you wind a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck. Drew crawls onto the bed between your thighs, large hands raising goosebumps on your skin as the glide up your bare legs. "She's so wet for us Rudy, even dripped down her thighs." His fingers brush lightly over your core, earning him a moan that makes both their lengths even harder. "Oh yeah? Let me see." Drew crawls up the bed, taking a nipple into his mouth while he teases the other with his fingers. "Fuck Drew, feels so good." You wrap your hand around the back of his neck, holding him in place as his tongue dances around your sensitive bud. "Mmm baby, you want this so bad don't you?" Rudy calls from between your thighs, sinful mouth leaving a blazing path up the inside of your thigh. He blows cool air out over your pussy, making your walls clench around nothing and a whine leave your mouth. "Please Rudy, make me feel good."

"You want my mouth on your pretty pussy? Turn over, hands and knees sweetheart. You're gonna suck Drew off while I make you feel good." While you get into position they both strip, clothes flying in every direction before you are met face to face with Drew's leaking length. You wrap your hand around the base, giving him a few slow strokes and admiring how his face contorts in pleasure. "Stop teasing," he urges, scooting closer and tapping the tip against your awaiting lips. You open your mouth, sticking at your tongue and letting him bury his length. You can't help but moan at the taste, wrapping your tongue around the shaft and giving it a twirl. "Fuck," he groans, pulling your hair back out of your face so he can watch you work. After letting you go at your own pace for a while he takes control, fucking into your mouth and taking your breath away. "Such a good girl, taking me so well," Drew praises, loving the look of your mascara running down your cheeks from your tears. As his cock hits the back of your throat over and over you feel Rudy's breath fanning over your folds, pussy clenching in anticipation.His hands rest on your ass, pulling your cheeks apart before diving in. When his tongue finally touches your entrance you moan, vibrations bringing Drew closer to the edge. Rudy wastes no time, thrusting his tongue in and out of your body as his fingers massage your clit.

Getting lost in the flavor of you, Rudy lays down underneath your body, pulling you down to sit over his face. "Tastes so good baby, I can't get enough." The new angle puts him in the perfect position to lavish your clit with his tongue, two thick fingers teasing around your entrance before plunging inside. You cry out at the new sensation, Drew's cock twitching in your mouth. "Oh shit, y/n," Drew moans out, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth as he fills your mouth with his release. He finally backs away, letting you catch your breath as Rudy continues to eat you out. He sucks your clit into your mouth, flicking it with his tongue and making your thighs tremble. "That's it sweetheart, cum for me." Your body obeys, convulsing as he laps up every last drop. "You look so pretty when you cum, especially when you moan my name." Rudy presses one more kiss to your mound, scooting out from under you and laying you down on the bed.

They move you into position, head dangling off the edge of the mattress as Rudy stands before you, stroking his length in your face. "Think you can suck me off while Drew fucks you? Can you handle both our cocks at once?" he teases, tracing the tip over your awaiting lips. "Yes baby, please. Want both of your cocks." As Rudy pushes into your mouth, Drew brushes through your folds, gathering wetness before sinking inside. "God damn, so tight. She feels like heaven Rudy." He pulls your legs over his shoulders, rutting so deep inside he brushes your cervix. You moan around Rudy's cock, watching as his eyes roll back from the vibrations. "Shit, her mouth feels amazing too. Should've done this sooner rather than fighting over you y/n." You moan again, bringing a hand up to massage his balls as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. You trace your tongue up the vein over the back of his shaft, twirling your tongue around the tip before repeating the motion again. Drew's thrusts grow rougher, grip tightening on your hips as he slams into you again and again. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles as you moan around Rudy's cock. "Give it to me y/n, cum all over my cock." Sensory overload takes over, warm cum filling your mouth and pussy as bother boys finish together. Their grunts and curses send you over the edge, falling apart with a scream as Drew fucks you through it.

You all take a few minutes to recover, laying on the bed in a pile of limbs while hands and mouths explore every inch of exposed skin. You take each of their cocks in your hands, stroking them both back to life as they shower you in kisses. "Baby girl, are you still not satisfied? Need us both to fuck you?" Drew asks, tilting your chin up so you meet his steely gaze. "Yes Drew, please." He turns to Rudy, silently asking if he's willing to continue. A devilish grin spreads over his face, hands kneading your ass while his fingers start to probe your other hole. "I call her ass first," Drew murmurs, watching how your face transforms with the foreign feeling of Rudy's finger penetrating you. "Fine with me. Been waiting a long time to feel this sweet pussy." Rudy turns onto his back, guiding you to hover over him before slowly sliding you down onto his cock. "Oh baby," he groans, rocking you forwards and backwards to help stretch you out for him. His hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you down to him and dominating your mouth with his kiss. You feel the bed dip and know that Drew is getting into position, smearing lube over your puckered hole while Rudy moans at how you are clenching around him. "Ready doll?" his tip is putting slight pressure, enough to make you tense. "Gotta relax for me. Let Rudy make you feel good, focus on him sweetheart."

His words help you forget about what is about to happen, paying close to attention to how it feels each time Rudy pulls out then thrusts back into you. He sucks a deep bruise into your neck, sweet spot making more wetness pour from your center. Drew takes the opportunity to slide just the tip inside, Rudy stopping his motions to let you adjust to the new feeling. "Fuck, so tight. You doing okay sweetheart?" "Yes Drew, keep going." He works in a little further, sensation burning a little but also extremely pleasurable. You can't help but moan, loving the feeling of being filled with two cocks. Drew finally slides all the way home, letting out a breath he'd been holding. "Ready for us to move?" Rudy asks, fingers toying with your nipples while waiting for your confirmation. "Please," you beg, desperate for your fantasy to become reality. Rudy withdraws first, thrusting back in while Drew pulls out. They set a fast pace, pushing and pulling in sync so that one cock is always fully buried inside of you. "Shit, you both feel so good." Drew winds his hand into your hair, pulling you up so your back is arched for him. "God, what a view." He spanks your ass lightly, making you groan and clench around Rudy. "Oh do you like that? Our dirty little slut likes being spanked?"

He repeats the action, spanking a little harder this time and making you moan again. An eternity seems to go by, lost in the pleasure of two men fucking you senseless. "Ready to switch?" Rudy asks, giving one final, hard thrust before pulling out. They quickly trade places, Drew easing you down onto his cock and trying hard not to spill his load already. Rudy adds more lube, not wanting to hurt you as he works his length inside. He's a little longer, stretching your ass further than Drew had but not in a painful way. "Feel so full. Fuck me, please." "Your wish is our command." Setting the same pace as before, thrusting in and out in tandem and making your toes curl. Drew's hand wraps around your throat, applying slight pressure that almost makes you cum on the spot. They both shower you in praises, telling you how you're such a good girl and how you are taking them both so well. "I'm gonna cum," you warn, body tensing before you fall apart again. Moans and groans echo around the room, each man reaching their release and filling you with their hot, sticky cum. You all fall asleep tangled between the sheets, mess forgotten to be dealt with in the morning.

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[hamiltonvuitton-deactivated2024]

FUCKING HELL. THIS IS A MASTERPIECE. I’M NOW GOING TO SIT IN A DARK CORNER FOR A WHILE.

[locker42]

Motherfucker, do I need a shower..🥵😱😭🍆😍🤞🏻

[locker42]

Okay I need help I hope you know this one it’s a rafe fic where they are best friends forever and they go visit her sister and he’s acting weird so she finds out her sister lied and goes into her room and opens her closet to find rafe in it and that they were secretly dating and the reader gets really upset then at the end of the fic she finds out he was Dating her sister because he couldn’t have her and how he paid this one guy not to be her first kiss I love the fic and now I can’t find it and I didn’t like it or anything

Oh shit, man, I totally feel you, it sucks. I’m currently chasing a fix myself. Unfortunately, I can’t help you, I don’t know that fic, sorry babe😭😍😘

[locker42]

Can I please request

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[blueicequeen19]

Connections Pt. 2

Warnings: unprotected outdoor sex

I smile at Y/N as she dances around the fire with Kie and Sarah. Her face is lit up with a big grin and I can’t help but smiling back at her like a fool. I hadn’t told anyone what happened between us yet. It wouldn’t be a big deal especially since John B and Sarah are a thing and Kie’s brief fling with Pope. I just wasn’t ready to have anyone else in our business. People added pressure and I didn’t want her to feel pressured. I wanted her to want me and not just what my body had to offer.

I say that now but the longer I watch her ass sway in her tight jean shorts, the harder my dick gets in my shorts. I was hard nonstop around her to the point it was painful. I wanted her. I wanted all her sounds and her kisses and her bite marks. I was half tempted to get the bruise she left tattooed so I’d always have it.

A dirty song starts to play and the girls start to grind on each other, their hands on each other’s waists. I look over to see Pope and John B just as hypnotized as I am. I cover my smirk with my hand and scoot down in my chair as I enjoy the show. Her eyes land on mine as she ends up sandwiched between the other two, rolling her hips as she grinds into both of them. She tucks that bottom lip between her teeth and I damn near groan. I was dying. I could feel myself leaking in my shorts.

After the song ends, every quickly disappears to find some privacy. Y/N smiles coyly across the fire, a beer bottle pressed to her lips. I hold up my hand and motion her over with one finger. She slowly gets up, her eyes down as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear before rounding the fire. She goes to sit down in the chair next to me but I pat my leg, urging her to take a seat. She sits down sideways on my lap and I quickly slide my hand between her thighs as I bury my face in her neck.

“I just made you come for me with one finger. Do you think I could do it for real? Make your pussy cum with one finger or two? Or are you so wet that it would take three?” I whisper before I run my tongue along her neck and she shivers, her hands balled up in my shirt.

“Jesus, J. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” She whimpers. I take one of her hands and place it on the bulge in my shorts.

“Trust me, I fucking mean it.” I growl. Her lips part on a gasp then she turns her head to capture my lips in a hard kiss. I fist her hair, not letting her back away an inch as I devour her mouth. She moans into my mouth as our tongues fight for dominance.

“I want you.” She whispers breathlessly, lacing her fingers through the back of my hair.

“I keep thinking about the sounds you made in the hammock.” I whisper back, inching my hand up the leg of her shorts and into her panties. She’s soaked her panties. I press a finger into her pussy and she tenses, biting that bottom lip.

“J..”

“I can’t get you out of my head. Out of my body.” I add another finger and she widens her legs. Her lips find my neck and it’s my turn to moan. Her teeth graze my skin and I finger her harder. I wanted her to mark me. Own me. Claim me. Because I was going to do the same fucking thing to her.

She moans into my neck, her pussy clenching my fingers like a vice.

“Take me somewhere. Please.” She cries, and I slow down my fingers as I try to think of a place to go.

“Just take me to your truck. Please, I can’t take it.” She whispers into my ear and my eyes threaten to roll back.

“No. I’m fucking you for the first time in a bed.” I growl. Her lips slam down over mine again with a fever, sucking my tongue into her mouth as she attempts to undo my shorts. I try to stop her hand as I try to think straight but as soon as the warmth of her palm wraps around me, I can’t fight it anymore.

“Fuck me, please. I’m begging you. In your truck. In the hammock. Against the house. In the boat. I don’t care. I don’t need a bed, I just need you. You’re the only guy to ever make me cum and right now, I need you to make me fucking cum.” I stand up, the tension in my body too much as I lift her in my arms and away from the fire. All the lights were now off. There was no movement in the house so everyone was probably asleep. Fuck it.

I drop to my knees and maneuver her onto hers in front of me.

“Here?” She hisses, not stopping me as I pull her shorts and panties down to reveal her glistening pussy. I didn’t get to see it the other day but I knew it would be perfect. I slip two fingers between her folds, gathering her wetness on my fingers to stroke her clit as I use my free hand to shove my shorts down.

“You said anywhere. Actually, you begged me.” I taunt, replacing my fingers with my cock. I’m expecting a smart comment but all she does is whimper and push back on me, trying to impale herself. I let her try for half a second before I shove inside her. It’s so tight I have to force my way in, gritting my teeth as she moans low and long. Not even someone walking outside could stop me in this moment.

“Holy fucking shit.” I bite out, burying myself to the hilt before sliding almost completely out and slamming myself back in before I start to fuck her.

Everything I felt before came rushing back with every slam of pleasure in my body. This wouldn’t be enough. One time wouldn’t be enough. What if this was just sex to her? I couldn’t handle not having her for myself whenever I wanted. I wanted all of her laughs, her sass, and her temper.

I suddenly needed to see her face. I pull out and she whines in protest. I quickly roll her onto her back in the grass and move on top of her. Her eyes are hooded, her lips are parted, but the expression on her face is clear. Need.

I work myself back in, feeling her open up and suck me back in. Her head tips back as she bites her bottom lip, her hands coming up to grip my hips.

“Say it again.” I demand, lowering myself until our stomachs touch as I thrust my hips, digging my knees into the ground.

“Say what?” She cries breathlessly, nails digging into my hips.

“Say you want me.” I thrust harder and I know she’s about to cum as she mewls loudly.

“I want you. Fuck, I want you. Ill always want you.” She fists my shirt, yanking me down for a kiss and I feel her walls quiver as she cums. I feel her growing wetness and her walls not letting me go.

“I’m gonna cum.” I bite out, slamming my fist down on the ground as my body tremors and my balls shrink up.

“Don’t pull out. I want it. I want all of you. Please, JJ.” She cries and I feel myself explode inside her, painting her walls in my cum. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I never came inside someone before without a condom and now I know why.

My body drains of all strength as I collapse on top of her, kissing her slowly to savor her taste. She pulls away first with a lazy smile.

“I feel you leaking out of me.” She murmurs, my dick twitching to attention inside her. I roll my hips forward and she moans into my mouth.

“I’ll just push it back in.” I growl, biting her bottom lip.

“Are you serious? You two are disgusting!” We startle at the sound of Pope’s sudden outrage. I hear the slam of the screen door and we both burst out laughing.

“Now you can take me to your bed.” She teases, rolling her hips into mine and I nod happily.