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thinking pope and reader are super tight and love to annoy jj together!! <3

“i was thinking.” rafe started before jj clapped him on the shoulder. “nah man, you were actually just leaving.” his jaw clenched as he looked at rafe. they just looked at each other (rather intensely) for a minute before rafe mumbled something and walked away.

“you guys have a lot of tension, you should kiss.” you leant back against the couch, chuckling into your drink. you nudged pope as he stifled a laugh, covering it up as a cough when he saw jj’s face.

jj just scoffed, bringing his beer bottle back to his lips “shut up. dude’s an ass. so are the two of you.”

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do we think jj is the type of person to point at all the animals at the zoo like “baby! baby! look at the tiger! hey big fella!” ??? 💓

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this is self indulgent but lets say it’s a muggy 85 degrees outside, you’re sitting on your porch swing, pretending to read a book while jj maybank cuts your grass. your dad pays him to do it and you’re pretty sure it’s worth every cent because seeing the sweat trail down his skin is priceless. he knows you’re watching too, taking extra long to lift the edge of his muscle tee to wipe his forehead. almost putting on a show- no he definitely does. he can’t help himself! you’re so pretty and it’s distracting <333

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i just want jj to shove his tongue in my mouth 🤷🏼‍♀️

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this made my day <3

jj the type of guy to start trying on your clothes while you’re trying to fold laundry

PSKDGNFJDJS turning around and he’s wearing your crop top like “honestly i fuck with it.”

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being fucked so hard from behind and they lay on top of your back while they’re fucking you senseless and moan in your ear

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thinking about jj saying the most out of pocket shit when he drops you off at work like “go gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss that shit mama.”

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SCREAMING!!! CREAMING!! OHMYGOD

shittysoundcloudrapper!jj was persuasive and he knew it. it took barely any convincing anyway, his pretty best friend was just so whipped for him.

“look all i’m sayin’ is all this could be yours.” he fans the money out, staring you down with the ghost of a smirk as you lounge on his bed. you push your mouth into the corner, considering his offer as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt. it’s not that you didn’t trust jj, you did — you’d just never been so exposed before. his friends would hear this song, strangers would hear this song — you almost couldn’t believe he was asking to record your moans as a backing track for his beat. as you think, your smile grows — the blonde creeping towards you until he’s stood right infront of you, looming over your curled seating position.

“c’mon mama, you smell that?” he caresses your face with the wad of money, running it over your cheek and beneath your nose. “yeah. that’s that paper. hard earned benjys. you wanna help me out, don’t you? know you do.” he cooes and you’re hypnotised, nodding your head with fluttering lashes. it’s times like this he was glad to have you under his thumb.

it’s later on in the evening that things are ready to commence. perhaps when you’d agreed to help jj out, he wasn’t quite clear on the task at hand. yes, he wanted your moans for his backing track — but he didn’t want you stood infront of a mic, awkwardly recreating a scene from pornhub premiums. no, he was after the real deal. authenticity. method acting, so he called it.

“‘cus like, i’on know what’s worse. a chick faking an orgasm when you’re fucking her, or faking it just for the sake of your music. nah, i think… we’re close enough to make the real thing happen. like — for artistic expression… purposes.” he explains as he sets up his little mic, pulling a pair of headphones over his ears to check the sound. “check, check.” he drawls into the mic before nodding in approval.

“so how are we gonna…” you furrow your eyebrows, always having been on the more innocent side of the sex spectrum. before you even get to attempt to verbalise your confusion, the blonde lifts his head — responding like it was no biggie.

“oh, i can totally go down on you. ‘f’thats cool.” his tongue darts out to swipe at the corner of his mouth and you feel your eyes widen. “really you just gotta lay there n’hold the mic. easy as shit.” he shrugs, finally sitting down and looking at you expectedly as you gawk.

“wait, really?” you giggle. you’d thought about it many times, jj maybank between your legs — but now it was all too real, and you didn’t know it would be happening so out of the blue, practically a business proposition. he’s in your space again, cupping your cheek in that way that was far too familiar to just be friendly.

“look — babe, you don’t gotta worry about things being weird, alright? i’m a munch, like actually — aaaand, are you tellin’ me right now, you would say no to a little head? i mean if you don’t want me to eat it you can always y’know, DIY—” he gestures a circular rubbing motion with his middle and ring fingers, alluding to getting yourself off instead. “little dj action. just need the moans to be real. m’going all out director mode here.” somehow, the thought of touching yourself infront of jj was more humiliating — so you shake your head, sucking on your lip in thought.

“no, you can do it.” you whisper and he grins.

“yeah? atta girl. what a team player.” your best friend praises before kissing you quickly on the mouth. something he always did, platonically — but now made your heart speed up a ridiculous amount.

as you lay back shakily on the bed, you think back on the lyrics scrawled in messy handwriting in the notebook he’d leave lying around — the contents pointing to him really being about that eating pussy life. something like ‘sucking all on her clit like it’s my lifeline — she asked to return the favour, already got mine’ underlined in red biro.

it’s a blur after he hits record, kissing on your thighs making you giggle and rubbing you until there’s a wet spot through the cotton of your panties. you know he’s smiling, because you can feel the upwards curve of his mouth when he starts kissing you through the fabric. you’re pleasing him just from letting out the sweetest whimpers, challenging himself to get you to moan louder for the sake of his song.

it’s not long before he’s got you bare from the waist down, legs fanned wide open with his arms round your thighs. by this point, he has to remind himself not to talk as to not disrupt the recording — and you’re doing him proud, not even having to try to release the most breathy, beautiful sounds that he knew would be perfect on the track.

you get pouty as soon as the whole things over, deciding your best friend was a total sicko. he’d gotten all kissy on you, wet lips smushed against yours, his eyes all hazy from arousal as he makes you taste yourself, murmuring about how you did such a good job for him before wandering off shamelessly to the bathroom to jack off. you get shy, still oozing your release onto his grey-blue bed sheets thinking back on the way you begged him to talk you through it. he was focused on his producing, but he couldn’t resist on whispering “there y’go pretty mama. lemme hear it, good girl.” whilst you cream on his mean fingers.

no one seems to think it’s a big deal but you, his friends john b and pope often lazing around his place smoking weed and playing on the playstation, totally unresponsive to jj sat sprawled on the couch with his laptop on his lap, chopping and editing away on some shitty producer plugin — your moans occasionally playing around the room as he clicks away, tongue between his lips in concentration, backwards cap snug over messy blonde strands.

the boys chime in with an occasional comment. “sounds dope, man.” pope hums out brainlessly as he stares at the tv, thumbing aggressively at the console joystick, the brunette beside him quick to agree.

“no yeah, sounds good.” he agrees, eyes even darting towards where you’re curled on the couch painting your toenails, trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing.

when he drops the song, he promotes it everywhere — and whilst you asked for no credits for your… addition, it seems to go without saying that you’re the girl on the song, no one else even in question as wherever jj goes you’re seen hanging off his arm. his friends might not make a big deal, but you notice the stares when you go out.

rafe cameron has the audacity to corner you at the juice bar, wearing a smirk that just told you that he knew. “yeah uh, love your friends little song.” he stares you down, egging on a reaction. “been playin’ it on a loop for some reason.”

you avoid his eyes. “yeah, it’s pretty good.” you shy away, but he blocks your path.

“mm, for sure, yeah but uh, you— you know i could have sworn i recognised the… female voice in the back. got any idea who that might be or…?” his smirk only grows, licking his lips as he looms over you.

“nope…” the doe eyes give you away.

“huh, ‘cos it kinda sounds like a pretty girl i know.”

you run and tell jj, all sniffly and regretful — knowing that snitching on rafe to jj is only going to cause problems. his reaction is less defensive and aggressive than you imagined, instead leading you through to his bedroom by the waist.

“look, bae — people are gonna talk, alright? doesn’t mean shit. sure as hell don’t care about what rafe thinks.” he sits you down, standing above you as he curls a hand under your chin affectionately. “but hey, if the money wasn’t enough— think i can make it worth your while. y’wanna lay down for me, sweets? no mic this time. jus’ me and that pretty pussy.”

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“i'm an ally" and "i mean sure, i’ll check out a hot guys ass but that’s normal” are things that dean winchester should have said to sam on the cw’s supernatural

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labyrinth - s.w

Paring; sam x reader

Prompt; 'oh no, i'm falling in love. Oh no, I"m falling in love again'

Requested; @beanysofa

Notes; this song is so cute i love it sm! requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

Oh no i’m falling in love

Falling in love after Jessica had seemed impossible. Just the thought left a queasy feeling in his stomach and an overwhelming sense of guilt. Falling in love would be betraying her, betraying the life they could have had. 

He’d never admit it but the thought of love scared him. Everyone he’d ever loved seemed to die or leave and every time it seemed like it was his fault. Sam had pretty much resigned himself to the fact that finding love was something he was simply immune to. While he craved the affection and security that came along with love he knew his love only put people in danger.

And he refused to let anyone else be put in danger due to him. But the world seemed to tilt on its axis when you first appeared in his life. The walls that he’d built over time came crumbling down more and more every day. 

The first time he’d realised what was happening was a week after you’d first appeared in his life. Sam had found himself yet again immersed in research when he’d been broken from his concentration by a plate being placed in front of him. 

He stared at the plate for a moment before turning his head. You smiled shrugging slightly, “You’ve been at it for hours. You need to eat.” You gestured to the plate before glancing at his laptop. He felt his breath catch slightly as you placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning down to get a better look at the screen. 

Clearing his throat he looked back to the plate before him. “You made me a sandwich?” Sam smiled slightly feeling you lean back, your hand still on his shoulder. “Well, I didn’t think you’d appreciate a burger.” You laughed lightly. 

Sam let out a small laugh of his own, nodding his head slightly. You’d already noticed his eating habits enough to know what he did and didn’t eat. Did you really pay that much attention to him? The thought left a warm feeling in his stomach. You cared. “Well,” you gave his shoulder a slight squeeze. “I’ll let you continue. But promise me you won't sit here all night? It’s not as productive as you think.” You teased.

“I promise you I won't sit here all night.” Sam turned back to face you. You nodded before turning to leave. He frowned slightly at the loss of your touch, feeling the space where your hand had been slowly cool as you disappeared around the corner.

Taking a breath he turned back to his laptop. He started at the sandwich again, feeling a smile pull at his lips. The thought of you paying attention to him enough to realise things such as what he ate and his less-than-healthy sleeping habits left him feeling slightly giddy inside. A feeling he hadn't felt since…since Jess.

As he sat the realisation of what these feelings meant slowly dawned on him. He was doing the one thing he’d promised himself he’d never do again.

He was falling in love.

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Over the last few weeks, Sam had come to the realisation that he was in fact falling in love, and he was falling fast. He’d learned from a young age that he was someone who seemed to love too hard. Someone who fell hard and fast and then had to deal with whatever the fallout was after.

But you were someone that he couldn’t help but fall for. He knew it was a bad idea. Falling in love always seemed to be yet his head and his heart seemed reluctant to agree.

Sam stiffened slightly as you fell onto the couch beside him. Your leg pressed against his as your head fell back against the couch. “Tired?” He smiled tilting his head down to look at you. You let out a breath sending him a slight smile. “You have no idea.” 

You stared at the ceiling for a moment and he couldn’t help but slowly trace your features with his eyes. He barely noticed the smile that grew on his lips as he watched you blink at the ceiling. 

Just being close to you was enough to raise his mood and make his day better. Suddenly your eyes moved to his and he felt his breath catch. A slight blush crept on his cheeks as he realised he’d been caught staring.

Much to his surprise you said nothing, you didn’t even tease him you just simply held his gaze. After a moment you let out a quiet sigh, your head dropping to his shoulder. You both stayed quiet, as his gaze stayed on you. 

Slowly his body began to relax more into the couch. Cautiously his hand slowed moved until it brushed against yours. He’d noticed the way your breath had slowly begun to grow slower as you’d sat and was slightly surprised when your hand wrapped around his.

His eyes moved down to where your hands were joined and his blush seemed to grow even more. Laying his head against yours he felt his own eyes begin to droop.

He knew he was done for. You’d waltzed right into his life and seemingly claimed his heart against his will and there was nothing he could do.  The realisation had hit him like a truck that he was falling in love again. But maybe he was okay with that, maybe he was okay with falling in love as long as it was with you.

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jealous! jj x reader coded <3

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He doesn't know you're an idiot. Once he gets to know you, and know that you're an idiot, he'll love you, like we all do.

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finally, it's completely canon

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Bitter Fuck

A/N: okay so this is my first work since not writing since last summer 😭 , probably gonna make a part 2 of when reader & JJ get back to the Château. Asks are open! Lmk if I forgot any tags and as always, comments are appreciated 🤗.

Summary: You mess up and make it up to JJ in the back of John B's van (in front of Rafe's house ☠️)

Word Count: ~2k

Tags: Eventual smut with bsf!JJ/Implied fem!reader/ oral in the Twinkie/mentions of Rafe/JJ forcefully getting you into the van

You'd never admit it but you loved how overprotective your bestfriend, JJ, was. Just nice to know he cared, sometimes too much for people to believe you two were really just friends.

And could you blame him? It's not like you really tried to keep out of trouble. He kept you in check and you tried to do the same for him.

Tonight's argument between the two of you was about none other than Rafe Cameron, you knew better than to hang around him, especially after what he and Barry had put JJ through.

Pacing back and forth though the Château he tried to reason with you.

"I'm looking out for you, okay? Would you stop being difficult for a second?" He sits down on the couch, placing his hat in his lap and his face in his palms.

"You don't know what he'd do just to piss me off, what he'd do to you. Really think I'd just let you go off with someone like that?" JJ half laughs.

"Let me go?" You scoff, getting up from the couch.

"Sorry! I guess I forgot that I'm not allowed to go anywhere without your permission, that's what you're saying right?" You blurted.

"I'm leaving, don't wait up for me." You snatch your purse and walk out the door, slamming it in your fit of short lived anger.

"Fuck!" JJ covers his face with a pillow, all he wants to do is keep you safe but you make it so hard for him but fine! If you want to be like that then so be it.

You took off on your bike, putting in your earphones to silence the thoughts of regret you were having.

It wasn't hard for JJ to find you, he had your location after all. It just scared him that you couldn't hear the Twinkie creeping up behind you when you were pulling up to the front of the Cameron's house.

Kicking your kickstand to finally come to a stop and calm yourself before you go inside, you start feeling tinges of regret, maybe you should just go back to the Château and hope he forgives you...

It's already too late though because JJ is right behind you, trying to be as silent as possible. He puts a hand over your mouth and an arm around your waist.

You already know who it is so you don't freak out, feeling oddly more relaxed than you did a second ago. Putting your own hand over the one he had covering your mouth. Looking up at him, you take in that crazed look he has, eyes dilated so much that you can barely see the blue in them, his usual shit-eating grin replaced with a blank expression

"Don't scream…...okay? Can you do that for me? Hm?" He questions, waiting until you nod "yes" to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, placing a calloused hand on your ass for whatever reason, you wince at the unfamiliar but not unwelcome feeling.

Opening the door to the Twinkie with one hand, he places you into back and puts a finger to your mouth, gesturing you to keep quiet.

He goes and gets your bike, hitching it to the bike rack on the back of the van.

Finally, sliding the side door open and climbing into the back with you. "So." He says, crossing his arms.

"Do you wanna talk now?" He sighs

You crawl on your knees to him and bury your head into his chest, or try to at least. He grabs you by your shoulders and sits you up "Are you fuckin' serious, weren't you just trying to go to Rafe's house, you ditch me and still try to act like nothing happened?"

He pushes away from you.

"I'm sorry, okay! I fucked up, I was just mad, I should've listened." You wait for him to look back at you but he doesn't. "Jay, please, I'm sorry, okay?" You plead, starting to get desperate.

You scooch closer to him and put your hand on his back, trying to break through the distance between you two. "You're my best friend, I know you were just trying to look out for me, l'll listen next time. I promise.” Putting your head on his shoulder, hoping he'll forgive you.

"You wanted to go be with Rafe so bad, didn't you? Go then, I don't care anymore." He laughs "Let that dirty kook have you, that's what you want, isn't it? I can't protect you from yourself anymore."

He expects you to go back into the house, his brow raising as he realizes you're starting to cry. "Now what? You're not gonna go?" Grabbing you by the chin, he wipes your tears.

"Speak, c'mon. You're a big girl, use your words." He says harshly, making your muffled cries grow louder. “Don't get all shy on me now, where's that attitude you had in the house? Can't have Rafe seeing you like this, can we?" JJ lets go of your chin and cups the side of your face instead, brushing his rough thumb over your soft, tear streaked face.

"Don't...wanna go, Jay, just wanna stay with you" You mutter, looking up at JJ through your lashes, trying to suppress your shaky voice.

“All of a sudden…..don't wanna do what you came for anymore, hm? Don't play dumb, I know you like the back of my hand" He says.

He's not mad, he's just disappointed, which is worse. Your lip starts to quiver and you try to cover your face out of embarrassment.

"Hey.." He calls "You're really not gonna go?" He questions. You wipe your face with the back of your hand and shake your head "no".

"Good, that's what I fuckin' thought, c'mere" he motions for you to come to him, laying back on the cushions in the Twinkie.

You crawl in between his legs and lay over his chest, a familiar warmth washes over you, you feel safest like this. " 'm sorry, Jayj, won't do it again." you sniffle.

"Trust me, you won't” JJ smacks your ass and sits you right on his lap, the shit-eating grin you love so much finally returning. "Still mad at you, y'know." he whispers in your ear

"I'll make it up to you, 'kay?" You start unbuckling his belt, his mouth hanging agape. "Shit, forgot to ask, is this okay?" You stop dead in your tracks "Mhm, ‘s okay" He answers, eyes starting to gloss over.

You go right back to work, tossing his belt aside and starting to unbutton his pants, looking right at him again "Jay, please don't go quiet on me, say whatever you want, just wanna hear you..." You admit

"My bad, I, uh... just been imagining something like this forever. Kinda in shock, y'know." He shrugs, trying to avoid eye contact. “Take these off for me." You borderline demand.

"Yes ma'am." He immediately slips his jeans off of him, fidgeting with his hands, impatiently waiting for you to touch him again.

"Need you to look at me when I suck it, can you do that for me?" You ask, palming his erection "I'll try...” He whines at your touch, starting to get needy.

You slip your hand under the waistband of his boxers, biting your lip as you finally free his aching cock, already leaking precum.

"You okay there? You're allowed to talk, y know?" You let out a giggle, trying not to burst out laughing at how JJ is looking at you right now, like this is all he's ever wanted.

“Is it bad that I kinda want Rafe to come out here and see you with my dick all in your mouth? Cum all over your mouth, my cum." He laughs, eyes fluttering open again at you brushing your thumb over his sensitive tip.

JJ winces at your touch, voice starting to catch in his throat “Hey..” He meets your gaze as you finally take him in your mouth, causing his eyes to clench shut. “Fuck...a little bit of a warning would've been nice." He mewls.

You look away, trying to keep him from seeing you struggle to deep throat his cock. He throws his head back in pleasure, nearly hitting it on his own motorcycle helmet he'd thrown back there forever ago.

"Try to stay still, can you do that for me, Jay?" He nods frantically, tossing the helmet into the drivers seat of the van. You pump him in your hands a few times "Stop teasing me...fuckin' shit." He pants.

He was so beautiful like this, pupils widening at your every touch, his hair a mess, and his face flushed pretty shades of pinks and reds.

You start up again, feeling him hit the back of your throat, you feel a familiar wetness pooling in between your thighs so you try to hurry up in making him cum so you can get to the Château and finish what you started.

Almost feeling like you're dreaming, JJ's sweet moans bring you back you to earth. " 'm gonna cum...fuck." He gasps as you swirl your tongue around his throbbing head

Soon enough his hips start to buck into your mouth, spurting thick, hot ropes of his seed onto your tongue. His hands quick to root themselves deep into your hair to keep himself from shaking so hard.

You pull off of him, wiping your lips as fast as you can and opening the side door up again to try to get into the passenger's seat, ready to get home. JJ grips your wrist, pulling you back into the van and shuts the door "You're really just gonna get up and leave after that?" He sighs.

You inch towards him, finally curling up in his lap on the seats in the back, waiting for him to speak again. He runs his fingers over your back then raises your face to his eye level. "Look at me." He says, wiping the spit from earlier off your chin and tucking some loose hair strands behind your ear. Putting his hands on your shoulders, he stops and takes a good look at you.

"You're bigger than I'd thought you'd be, y'know..” You say, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable silence between the two of you. A wheeze escaping his biten lips. “Wow, okay” He smirks, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "So you've thought about it then? I don't know if I should be offended or not" JJ teases, his singular dimple becoming visible with how big he's grinning.

"No, no, it's a good thing! I think..." You giggle, beginning to play with his already tousled hair, pursing your lips in amusement at how the situation had changed so quickly.

You snap out of your hazy state and noticed the strange look on his face, gaze flickering from your lips then back up to your eyes as he starts to lean in closer to you. "Hi.” he whispers sweetly. "Nono, JJ, back up!" You laugh, playfully covering your face, feeling him pressing soft, quick kisses on your check and down your neck.

You two roll around in the back until JJ has you pinned underneath him, one hand holding the both of your wrists above your head and the other one wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Are you gonna behave?" He huffs.

"No." you tease, kneeing him in the chest. "Can I kiss you, for real this time? He asks. “You literally came in my mouth not too long ago, no!" You stated. He lets go of your wrists and rubs the back of his neck, waiting a bit before he sighs. " I don't care, y’know, I'll still kiss you..” Almost staring into your soul at this point. You can tell he's serious.

"Okay?" He questions, "Alright..." You say, letting him take over. JJ places his hands behind your neck and begins biting at your already swollen bottom lip, the both of you laughing as your foreheads bump together.

Finally, he kisses you properly for the first time in all the years you two have known eachother and it just feels right, like everything will be okay.

“That was nice." You plant a kiss on his forehead, wanting to stay like this for just a little bit longer. “Don't know why we waited so long. not that i'm complaining." He smirks.

This is what you both needed, what you two craved all this time. And it was finally yours.

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loser/sub!/pussy pleaser jj maybank :)) 18+

you knew he was no good, your parents said, your friends said- fuck even his friends said. it didn’t matter. not when he could hit it that fucking good.

“oh jj- shit.” your fingers were pulling at his sandy blonde hair as his nose brushed against your clit.

“so fucking perfect mama.” he praised, making out with your pussy like his life depended on it. his eyes flickering from your eyes to your core and back. the more your legs have way, the more he held you up, tanned and toned arms wrapped around your thighs.

“you’re so pretty j.” you stated, staring down at him- pupils blown and sweat sticking baby hairs to your forehead. “my perfect boy. you fuck me so good.”

jj moaned into you, his body lurching forward and his hips searching for friction. his grip on you tightened, his rings digging into the meat of your thighs. his hips stilled with one last whimper, his cheeks reddening as you both realized what happened. he tried to pull back but you stopped him,

“did you just-“ you looked down at him. “that was so fucking hot.”

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i ❤️ my bi boyfriend