#jjpope

[sapppphho]

“not everything is gay 🙄” um it is TO ME piss off

[houseofblve]

𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 - 𝙤𝙗𝙭 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙪

𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇) - (𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗃𝗉𝗈𝗉𝖾)

𝗉𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 - 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 - 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋

𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 - 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 - 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋

𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗑 𝗒/𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽

𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

01. 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋

02. 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍

03. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽

04. 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌

05. 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽

06. 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖻 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾

07. 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌

08. 𝗐𝖺𝗋

09. 𝖺𝗆 𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼

10. 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾

11. 1𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌

12. 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

13. 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖼𝗒

14. 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽

15. 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇

16. 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽

17. 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋

18. 𝖺𝗆 𝗂 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅

19. 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

20. 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌

21. 𝗄𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾

22. 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽

23. 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾

24. 𝖻𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒

25. 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

26. 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

27. 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐

28. 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇

29. 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

30. 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒

31. 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾

32. 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍

33. 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾

34. 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾

35. 𝗂 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽

36. 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽

37. 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾

38. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾

39. 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽

40. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋

41. 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

42. 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗇

43. 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾

44. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗅

45. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌

46. 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀

[bbyg4rl]

୨୧ ─ taking ‘em all . . .

cw: REQUESTED / SMUT, foursome, (oral m. rec), anal, piv, slight size kink/overstim, pope x jj x reader x john b dynamics.

You’re spread out like a fever dream across JJ’s chest, bare thighs straining where you’re braced over him on all fours, arms shaking from holding yourself up. His cock fills you from underneath, thick and hot, and you can barely process anything but the stretch of it.

Pope’s hovering above, his knees on either side of JJ’s head, guiding himself toward your mouth. And John B’s at your back, hands tight on your hips, cock already nudging your puckered hole, glistening from how wet you’ve gotten just from the prep.

JJ smirks lazily under you, voice slurred with a grin. “Bet you’d look fucking pretty all filled up, huh?”

You’re trembling too hard to reply. John B’s pushes in, slow but not gentle, and it feels like you’re being torn in two. Full in both directions, the pressure unbearable. You choke on Pope, moan around him, hear JJ hiss below when you clench down too hard on his cock.

They’re all making noises now. Pope groans as your mouth opens wider to take him. John B cusses softly, hips working into your ass with the control of someone trying not to lose it. JJ stays quiet, his hands firm on your thighs, grounding you, letting you ride out every inch of stretch from above and below.

The first few strokes are rough. Messy. Overwhelming. And then, rhythm. A fucked-out sync. Pope’s hips bump your mouth shallow and urgent, his moans louder than the rest.

John B rocks into you from behind, one hand hard on your hip, the other wrapped around and on your stomach, feeling the tip of JJ’s cock protuding out.

JJ’s beneath you, just lies there and takes it. Lets it all happen, watches while his thumb lazily strokes over your clit. His breathing’s ragged, his brow furrowed. His cock twitches every time John B drives you down harder onto him.

Then, Pope starts to falter, just slightly, just for a second. But JJ’s hand moves. Reaches up, over Pope’s thighs, then hips, presses lightly over his stomach and then wraps around his cock—stroking him with purpose. Pope shudders violently, thrusts twice more into your mouth, and spills down your throat with a gasp.

He collapses forward, forehead resting against John B’s, who’s grip is harder than ever. Hips rocking into you while his hands push and pull, making you take him impossibly deeper. His hand palms the flesh of your ass a few times before landing a sharp smack against you, making you clench around both him and JJ. He groans against your spine. “Gonna cum,” he pants. “Fuck—fuck—”

One more thrust and he buries himself deep, hips jerking forward as he empties inside you with a broken sound. His hands linger at your hips for a beat, then slide away. He leans forward, presses a kiss to your back, and slowly pulls out, eyes glazed.

JJ’s still inside you. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t let go. Just cups your waist like he’s waiting for something. “You gonna cum with me?” he asks, voice husky.

“JJ,” you whisper. “too much—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He grinds up into you and you jolt forward, a sob ripped straight from your throat.

“Don’t tap out now, baby,” he says, lower now, like a secret. “Come on. You’re gonna cum with me.”

Your breath catches hard. JJ adjusts beneath you, angles deeper, thumb drifting between your legs, and it’s too much. John B’s cum is already leaking out over your thighs and onto JJ. The mess of it makes it slick, obscene. He rubs slow, precise circles against your clit while fucking up into you with steady, devastating rhythm.

“Full of them and still takin’ me,” he murmurs. “Sweetest girl ever.”

You whimper. He tightens his grip. “You’re mine yeah? They dont get to feel you cum.”

It builds like a tidal wave. Breathless. Crushing. His thumb never lifts, his cock keeps hitting deep, perfect, “That’s it, cum with me,” JJ groans. “Let go for me, baby. Please.”

You break almost instantly. Your whole body seizes as you cum. It’s hard, sudden, blinding. You scream his name, clenching around him, shaking. And JJ lets go at the exact same second, thrusts stuttering as he pours into you, holding you down so tight you’ll feel the bruises tomorrow.

The room feels like it’s spinning. Just breath, and sweat, and the quiet sound of your heart beating in your ears. JJ strokes your hip, almost absentminded. “That’s it,” he mutters, chuckling.

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[dogmetaphors]

OUTER BANKS | S01E06: "Parcel 9"

[lolastung]

OUTER BANKS 1.06, “Parcel 9”

[sugarxrottentiger]

★ your honor, they're gay

[maybnksdoll]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ . . . FIX YOU — ꒰ honey!reader x td!jj ꒱

⋆ where jj struggles with his dad, luke, after the nth violent fight and he knows you’re the one he can counts on.

⋆ warns angst to comfort, hurt, mentions of injuries, reader being so cute, daddy issues, fluffy, pet names, probably overuse of the verb “know”…

⋆ notes 500 followers special and kind of the intro to the au and their bond! i’ve got some other fics scheduled btw. thank you so much for five hundred and the support you’ve been giving me, sososo grateful, lysm <3 ++ thought of scared of my guitar by olivia rodrigo while writing this, you can play it while you read!

⋆ notes 2 if this flops IM gonna flip

at first you thought you were imagining things, still half sleep in the middle of the night.

the second time you thought it was the leaves of the almond tree just outside your window that were rattling against it.

by the third time you heard that eerie sound coming from the same direction, you’ve already decided you aren’t going to be able to sleep, too creeped out to even close your eyes.

you sit up slowly, the room dimly illuminated by the little yellow night light on your drawer, the one you keep always on just in case. your tiny pyjamas isn’t quite enough to keep you warm outside your blankets, but you ignore the thought as you pad to the window.

that’s when you see him. your best friend, jj maybank, trying to climb up the old tree and throwing little stones at your window, probably hoping he’d scare you enough for you to notice him.

“jj? what are you doing here?” you say, keeping your voice as low as possible while still letting him hear.

he spots your figure leaning out of your window, looking down at him with that concerned and sleepy expression printed on your face, and can’t help but exhale in relief.

“finally! was starting to doubt if you were alive over there” he exclaims, voice definitely louder than it should’ve been from how you rushed your finger on your mouth and how your eyes widen.

“be quiet, please!” you murmur as you watch him clamber up, dark wood dangerously creaking under his weight when he finally manages to get into your room, making a big noise.

you huff resigned, helping him come in without him getting stuck in the curtains.

letting out a satisfied “wooh”, he finally looks up at you, smiling softl,. “sorry for waking you up, sweets.”

but today the smile you catch a glimpse of through the faint moonlight, isn’t the usual radiant, lingering one. this one is spent, tight, almost looks forced.

it isn’t something unusual for jj. you always hope not to see that one, but when you do, you know something is up with him.

you know him, you know him so well.

that’s probably what drawn him to you tonight, and every other night. he can’t lie to you, not even when he needs to, not when he wants to.

there’s just something about you, in you, with you, he can’t tell. whatever it is, it makes him feel like he matters. like he’s, for once in his life, safe. secure.

and man, if he loves the feeling. so unfamiliar and yet feels better than any home he could ever ask for.

even if sometimes all he’d want is to bury himself five feet under, to run far away where no one knows him and where your sweet words can’t reach him.

it’s when you look into him, right at his sea blue eyes and into his bruised, heavy soul and ask him, “what is it, jay?”, just like you’re doing now.

he shrugs, adjusting quickly his clothes and his red baseball cap on his head.

“nothin’, hun. the usual, y’know” he replies, his voice undoubtedly lower.

he makes a step forward, toward you and your struggle not to suck a breath in. a scary, big and painfully new bruise is there, forming on his left cheekbone, just under his eye.

you don’t put to much effort into trying to understand what happened. if the bruise is swelling like that on his face, you can just imagine that his body is no better.

and unfortunately, those are not marks from a simple fight between stupid guys. nor a bad fall from the skate.

it’s his horrible, abusive, violent, addicted dad.

jj doesn’t need to say anything else, you don’t need to ask anything. even in your sleepy state, you already know.

you finally move again, extending your hand just enough to interlace the point of your fingers with his.

you gently drag him to the bed, making him sit down while you move to stand between his legs.

“is that my cap?” you casually ask after some minutes of silence, your right hand moving carefully on his face as your left one holds his chin between your index and middle finger.

“no?? duh, i think you’ve already got five of ‘em. and by the way, jus’ cus i let ya wear it once, doesn’t mean it’s automaticallly yours, broski” he says, frowning his eyebrows, but there’s no heat in his words.

he’s actually grateful, so grateful to you, and that you didn’t say anything about it. didn’t even mentioned, not a question.

you just took his hand, no hesitation, tiny smile on the face and starting cleaning him up, changing the subject because you knew it would’ve make him awkward, but not uncomfortable. never, around you.

“i- what?! jayj, i thought it was obvious! and besides, last week you took my sweats!” you whine, stopping your movements for a second to point at him before going back to carefully clean his cut on the lip.

“those were mine first! you’re impossible, you know that?” he murmurs, shaking his head once you pull away, moving slightly to put your first aid kit away.

you sit beside him with your legs crossed, resting your back on the wall as you face him. “perhaps. i haven’t heard any official complaints, tho,” you murmur.

“jus’ wait ‘till one of my hoodies goes missin’ again. you ain’t gettin’ away with sweet smiles ‘n cheesy words this time.”

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