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oh yes. oh yes i liked this

RAFE AND HIS WEIRD FUGGLER OBSESSED!GF!!

Rafe always knew his girlfriend was weird, but the day she bought the most vile, weird, grotesque stuffed animal was the day he knew she was superrr weird, but he loved her, nonetheless.

YOUR POV:

you were at the store with your boyfriend's sister, Sarah Cameron. she was the complete opposite of him, but that was good. she was a super sweet girl who loved you like you were her own.

as you two walked down the aisles you came across a green stuffed animal with squinted eyes and... human teeth??

"Sarah, look at this!" you said before turning to face Sarah with the interesting stuffed animal in your hands. she looked at you with a face of horror and mock disgust.

"y/n, what is that?!" she asked before taking it from your hands, inspecting it in all its creepy glory. "I do not know, but I want it...!" you said with a grin on your face

you grab the stuffed animal back from Sarah and begin walking to the cash register to begin checking out.

as you and Sarah get into the car, you pull out the stuffed animal and grab one of the protein bars Sarah bought and slide it in his arms, so it looks like he's holding it. you slide your phone out of your pocket and open the camera app and take a picture of it. you then decide to send it to rafe with the title, 'look what i bought'

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RAFES POV-ISH:

rafe was lying down in his bed, wishing he could spend time with you on his day off, but sarah had gotten to you first.

he was about to drift off to sleep until he felt his phone buzz under his pillow. he grabbed it, turned it on, and smiled when he saw it was from you, your name marked with a heart in his notification center.

but his smile quickly fades when he sees the most vile, sickening, and disgusting creature on his screen. his face scrunches up as he types a reply.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” he frowns when he sees your reply. “it’s your kid don’t be mean??” he then scoffs to himself before typing, “that thing is NOT my kid.” he’s loving this playful banter between you two.

he wears a smile on his face as he sets down his phone once again, letting himself drift off to sleep.

god, he loves you.

sorry this was short :((

tags: @maybanksprincess

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𝜗𝜚 c!w. crybaby!reader, finger sucking.

in all honesty, rafe cameron wasn't sure what started the tears coming but once they started, they wouldn't stop.

he knew today was a lot, dragging you here and there, working out business and juggling social needs in between, all with your hand clasped in his. you had a busy day. an overwhelming day.

rafe had noticed almost immediately when you started letting out little sighs when you'd walked into the country club with him. "y'okay, sweetheart?" and he watched you nod and push your head into his bicep. you offered him no words.

from there on out, you only got worse.

you were quiet all day, hardly uttering a word. more than once, he turned to you and you were just staring at the ground, eyes filling with tears. he'd gently rub his thumb across your hand or kiss his lips to your cheek.

he couldn't go home yet. after all, it had been you who begged for him to take you with him.

but when you were both finally situated and comfortable back in the living room at tannyhill, you finally let the first few tears roll down your cheeks.

it took mere minutes before you were babbling, fat tears falling from your eyes, hiccuping as you spoke.

"jus―jus wan'ed to spend time with you, rafey, 's all. 'n i couldn' 's too much. 's too much." you were blithering on, little cries enveloping every word.

"oh, i know, sweetheart, i know." and rafe wouldn't be ashamed to take you into his lap, gently rubbing up and down your sides with his chin to your shoulder, letting you cry it out. sometimes, he realised, crying all your tears out was the only way for you to get over something. "but you did so well, yeah? held on the entire way."

he felt you shake your head in the crook of his neck, whimpering. "wasn' good, rafey. was so bad."

a frown fell on his face. he knew you could get awfully emotional and dramatic at times, and he allowed it. he'd hug you while you cried and whisper pretty things in your ear when you felt upset. but he wouldn't let you talk bad about yourself. "none of that, princess, okay? you were good. so good. my best girl in the world, huh?"

but despite all his words, he couldn't get you to stop crying.

you were simply overwhelmed, overstimulated, over-everything.

it was all merely too much for his little crybaby.

and as your hiccups became more apparent, he chose to lift your head up and out of the crook of his neck. "gotta stop cryin', doll, gonna make yourself sick, alright?"

you hiccuped again with a nod. "'kay." shaky breath leaving you as you tried your hardest to stop.

your sniffles made him softly coo at you. "c'mere, baby." and he was suddenly lifting his pointer and middle finger up towards your mouth, tapping on your chin to ask you to part your lips. you did as you were told, opening up and letting his two fingers slide between your lips. "there you go, good girl."

he felt your tongue swirling around his digits, sucking on them.

"nice 'n slow, sweetheart, there you go." and he slowly lowered your head to sit on his chest, listening to your sniffles eventually fade out and feel drool leaking onto his fingers.

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hiiii mira!! wondering if you’d write something about anal/painal w rafe & reader? somehow i just feel like s1 rafe especially would be the type to put it in without asking while they’re already fucking lol

oh my goddd nonnie u don’t understand how often i think of this concept. and YES. s1!rafe is definitely the most likely to do this. cw ; noncon painal

he’d be fucking you from the back, its his favourite position after all; he gets to see your sloppy cunt struggle to take his dick and watch as your ass jiggles back and forth from his thrusts. he’s got an almost morbid fixation on your other hole. the one that neither of you had even talked about, let alone allowed him to touch. he sees the way it winks and clenches when he fucks you, and he can’t. stop. thinking. about how tight it’d be. he knows it’s untouched. he’s got some kind of third sense for things like this. he can just tell.

one night he simply can’t take it anymore. he can’t take the way it looks at him, entices him like some sort of forbidden fruit. he draws himself out of your warmth, sweat beading on his brow as he fists his cock. slick noises fill the room as he works your arousal all over his thickness. you think he’s just teasing you, just another way to get you desperate and to beg. you hear him spit, assumably on his hand, and you arch your back oh so prettily for him.

but then his tip trails higher. higher than ever before and you swear you feel the air buzz with something horrible. “w-wait. rafe — rafe, what’re you doing?” you call out, trying to get up on your hands. “you’re not taking this from me,” he snarls, ferociously like a rabid animal. with one hand shoving you back into the mattress, and the other lining himself up, he forces himself in.

it fucking hurts. immediately there’s resistance, your sphincter muscle protests, trying to push out the intrusion. you’re shrieking, screaming as he rips through you, jerking and trembling while he holds you down. and rafe? rafe’s in heaven. god, this was better than any pussy. you’re clamping down on him, he can see the way you grip his dick as he drives inch after inch further. he has to grip the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming prematurely like a little boy. this just felt too good, he wasn’t about to let it end before he could truely enjoy it.

“y-yeah — ah, fuck! — sucks me riiiight in. ‘s’like it was fuckin’ made f’me. take it, y’gonna take it. can’t believe — y’been holding out on me. ‘s’okay. we’ll fix you. i’ll, uh — ‘m gonna make y’like it. gonna make up for all that lost time.”

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this is sooo spending the night at dad’s (rafey’s) house

SPENDING THE NIGHT AT DAD’S ♥︎_♥︎

you’re back from college for the weekend so of course he has to take care of his baby girl !!! helps you bring your stuff into the house ‘n walks you in like the doting and totally not sick and twisted dad he is.. nothin’ to see here, neighbors.

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i need u to write forced ddlg... so cute

forced ddlg with rafe… </3

it starts with the cute things that make your head spin. like when he goes “you’re too little to do that, baby” as you’re trying to complete a task by yourself, when he makes you hold onto his hand or a few of his digits as you’re crossing the street, when he buys you childish activities to pass the time with while he works…

but of course, there’s always an angle with rafe. he needs total control. so suddenly you’re given new rules and limits… your screen time is cut down. you have a curfew. you’re not allowed to swear or cuss or use adult language. you’ll admit it, it feels euphoric at first. it feels amazing to have no worries— to be his little girl and be so spoiled. so cared for in every aspect. who knew being fucked absolutely dumb with your favorite stuffie tucked in your arms before a long nap was all you needed most days?

most days— today is not one of those days. today is the kind of day where you’re tempted to throw away everything that reminds you of this sick dynamic in the trash. the kind of day where you scream “i’m not a fucking child, rafe” so loud that you hope the neighbors hear. even if they did,they’d never say anything.

and rafe can only grab up your face in his rough hand and nearly slam your pretty, little head against the wall. his jaw is tight— his words come out between his teeth as his hand trails down to your neck, squeezing with such a mean grip that you choke out a sob.

“you’re whatever the fuck i want you to be, understand?”

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slay Saturday night tehehee

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rafe with a girl who’s very studious and serious about school and one day she fails a big test after studying for it for hours and she just sobbing while he’s trying to calm her down :(

"this doesn't make sense... i failed rafe! i failed," you sobbed into the phone, holding the phone to your chest. you can hear a slight sigh at the end of the phone, and then his soothing voice.

"fuck. is that the one you studied for hours on end? the one i had to test you during our date?"

you hiccup, swaying from side to side as you wipe your eyes, "yes rafe. that's the one. i studied so hard, and i got a sixty percent." you can hardly get yourself to say the number, nevertheless look at the wrinkled paper that you checked over and over again. when you got it, you believed that there must have been something wrong. wrong marking, different grade, switched up grade, sabotage, but once you made it to the teacher and they told you what it was...you couldn't help but gulp with despair. it truly was a bad grade, there was no mistake except the one you made.

that was a d. that meant that your shiny gpa was down the drain. you couldn't think straight as you stared at the red-marked grade. and you got it in history. even worse. the one class you couldn't even keep up. your grades were everything that kept you together, you studied everywhere—the bus, the grocery store, the bookstore, and the fancy country club that rafe brought you to—

but it hadn't worked. so what could you do? you just held the paper, tears dripping down your chin, you heard rafe's voice again, "i'm coming over."

suddenly you're scrambling for the phone again, "no, forget about it. i'm a mess, and i failed, and you have an important meeting probably."

then you hear a slight shuffle on this side, almost as if he's moving papers around.

"nah' i'll be there in ten."

before you can tell him that it's fine, he hangs the phone and you're left with trembling hands on your phone. you get up, dusting yourself off, swallowing your pride as you look at the paper again.

rafe's always been so supportive of your studies, thick eyebrows furrowed when he hears your rants about your grades. see, you knew he wasn't the brightest, but he held on his own with you. he let you spend his money on different tutors, different college club things, different textbooks and apps you needed to get the best grade. yet...here nothing had worked.   

so there you were, pathetic and sniffling as you leaned near the doorway. after a few minutes you heard the key turn, and in came rafe cameron. he was in a nice polo shirt, biceps straining, and a concerned look on his face as he looked down at you.

you couldn't even hold yourself together, as you crumbled around him, "i failed rafe. i failed. i—"

"shh, shhh," he muttered, eyes flickering around the cramp space you called home. your papers were sprawn on the floor, and a soup that you'd made earlier was laid cold and forgotten. dishes were stuffed in the dishwasher, and there was one dim light on.

he was almost too big in your small apartment, but you could see the earnestness in his eyes as he treaded carefully. picking you up, he muttered softly to you.

"now, i don't even know what to do rafe! i don't know what to do."

"the grade doesn't define you'know? that's all bull," he started passionately, and then gestured to himself, "i mean look at me. barely passed high school but i'm doing fine. more than fine." rafe muttered, scratching the back of his head as he watched you sniffle.

you let out a soft wail, "but it does matter! i—" then you just shake your head and grab him by the shirt. then you decide that it's not worth it. it's not worth to scream or fight. you're too tired for that, instead, you just lean into his warmth.

"i just want to be close to you, forget about it all."

suddenly rafe softens, "yea. c'mere," then he bundles you up, and you feel yourself succumbed to sleep

EXTRA:

"hey and if matters at all, you're a 100% for me,"  rafe muttered into your hair, as you woke up. you rubbed your eyes, before you squirmed away from him, scowling at him. "i think that's an a+"

you groan. "too soon?" he murmured, pulling you in closer.

"way too soon.

"yea, shoulda known. sorry."

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barry shoving his fingers in your mouth and they taste so icky. it’s not the usual salty, heady taste that’s clinging to the pads of his fingers— no, it’s chemical. it’s acidic and it forces a whine to crawl up your throat, and instead of letting you jerk away to remove his fingers from your drooly mouth, he cradles the back of your head and keeps you there. regardless of how much you claw at his wrist, he only rubs the substance all over your tongue as the muscle starts to go numb and your eyes suddenly feel heavier.

“that’s it, sugar— you’re g’nna feel real good after this.”

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can i get cozy cuddly demetri fluff.. i need crumbs after evil ahh season 6 pt2 demetri 😇

Sorry for how long this took, i had half of a draft saved this morning but for some reason it didnt save. Also i dont think he’s evil he’’s just… frustrated oh! i just had some wine at dinner with my friend so WEEEE TIPSY WRITING

Reader takes Devon’s place in the Sakai Taikai

Cobra Kai Season 6 spoilers under the cut (Word Count: 387)

Demetri groans as he plops onto your bed, your dresses that you organized by occasion all slump to the floor, The soft cotton had made it off the plane unscathed and yet there they were in a heap that makes your nose wrinkle.

“They don’t listen to me, I TOLD them it was a gamble-“

”Woah! Dem what happened”

He looks at your position folding the clothes on the floor, “‘’team captain’ made sure we had to double up in the room” he snarks with finger quotes on Robby’ title.

Your nose wrinkles, “what happened when I was talking to Tori?”

“Cobra Kai. Where’s Perseus when you need him.” He laments

You bite your lip stifling a giggle. “Okay demigod, youre laying on my skirt” you say, trying to tug the material out from under him

Demetri groans again as you successfully free your white, frilly maxiskirt from under him, covering his face with the pillow as he rolls onto his back.

You frown at this, knowing how much feeling like a 0 affects him, sitting on the bed next to him, you fiddle with the skirt as you fold it, placing it onto your suitcase to put away later.

“You know, we beat them before and we’ll do it again-“

”Yeah well they weren’t from a super ancient dojo before. They probably train with a karate grimmerie now or something” he shoots back again before letting you finish making you sigh.

“Dem…” you trail off, sitting up on the bed and looking down at him, Your heart aches more.

Demetri doesn’t reply, not with words anyway, opting for groaning once again into the pillow.

You flop backward looking up at the ceiling as you fiddle with the anniversary bracelet on your wrist, thinking about how to comfort your mildly (endearingly) infuriating boyfriend. You scoot into the crook of his arm, laying your head on his chest .The action that used to make him stiffen now prompts him into wrapping an arm around your shoulders softy.

Laying there quietly, revealing in the feeling of Demetri softly rubbing your arm, “it’ll be okay Dem, we just gotta focus on karate while we’re here ya know?” you say softly.

”yeah yeah okay just let me enjoy a single karate free moment with my Jessica Rabbit” he says, squeezing you slightly making a giggle escape from your lips .

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Before Sunday Church.....

Warnings: smut, breeding, reader having thick thighs, corruption kink, dirty talk, Heavysack!JJ, jj coming inside sweetgirl, spitting, JJ being rough and sweet at the same time??? anymore...? JJ fucking sweetgirl before church not proof read, dont bug me bout' it

summary: JJ fucking, innocent sweetgirl in his truck, short and sweet blurb maybe not so sweet though

his truck was shaking just in the parking lot of the small church, he texted you right before you went inside and told you to meet him by his truck, and you did.

he was thrusting roughly inside your soaked cunt his balls slapping against your ass while held you against the seat, it was reclined all the way back so he could be on top. your short little white dress pulled up to your waist and your cute little lace panties on the floor

jj continues thrusting into you, his hand slides down to grip your hip, pulling you harder against him with each deep stroke. JJ lips find your ear, breath hot against your skin as he growls, "Fuck, baby... you're so tight. Gonna fill this sweet cunt up..." JJs free hand reaches up to tug at your hair, yanking your head back slightly to expose your neck. "Open your fucking mouth... " he thrusts harder into your wet cunt, burying himself inside you, grunting at the sensation of your walls clenching around his cock.

you whimper opening your mouth and he spits patting your cheek "Swallow, Now." he grunts you swallow opening your mouth and he smirk giving your forehead a quick kiss before cradling it against his chest plowing into you

you cry out the truck shaking a lot more, as he thrusted faster grunting holding you against him. he loved the thought of corrupting the pastors daughter, the thought of filling you up getting you pregnant. "What would your daddy say if he saw his sweet little girl being fucked by a Pouge" he growls in your ear "What would he say huh? seeing his only daughter spreading her legs for me?" he says thrusting into you harder knocking the wind out of causing you to cry against his chest

you velvety walls squeeze his cock his hips snapping forward harder with more force, he grabs your hair titling your head back again "Tell me, your my fucking slut" you babble, your small hands holding on tightly to his bicep as your nails dig into his skin "Fucking say right now." demands thrusting harder "Im-im your slut" you whimper, your lip quiver "And whos your fucking daddy?" "y-you are"

he pounds harder into grabbing your soft thighs pushing them up to your chest "Thats right im your fucking daddy, dont you ever forget that" he groans his heavy balls slapping against your ass harder "ya gonna f'me gonna cum all over my cock?" you whimper nodding your head, and you squeal shaking when he hit your sweet spot roughly. you push at his chest trying to make him stop but he doesnt just continuing to destroy your sweet cunt

you cum screaming and he slaps his hand over your mouth shutting you up. his hips stutter as he lets out a choked moan, he thrusts a few more times before coming inside you with a groan pulling out slowly watching his cum seep out of you "Now look at that, all stuffed with my cum" he gave a quick peck to your forehead grabbing your pink panties putting them on you

"there ya go, all fixed up" he pulls his boxers up and jeans opening the door helping you out and fixing you hair before giving you another loving kiss and hug "go tell your daddy, Papa j says 'Hi', alright? can ya do that f'me?"

"yes sir" you reply your arms stilled wrapped around him cuddling him "alright sweetgirl, you gotta go alright ill pick ya up once you done" you nod your head letting go leaving and jj heads to his truck starting it back up driving away

he really did love corrupting the pastors cute daughter

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wanna know what really went down the first time jj and sweet pea fucked?

you could barely focus the rest of the day, this was different. this wasn't the boys in your class sneaking in for a 8 minute pump and dump. jj was a man, one that's been whispered about all your life. always seen coming out of someone's trailer hours after their husband left.

the subject of the first wet dream that left you shaking and rutting against your pillow.

now it was real. flesh and blood. you paced throughout the living room, watching as the time crept from midnight, to fifteen minutes past and he still wasn't here. you were beginning to worry he stood you up when the backdoor creaked open.

clumsily, you skittered to him as he poked his head through the door, stepping through and stopping you before you crashed into him.

"woah woah, slow down," he closed the door behind you. he locked it. and it all began to feel too real, "lemme get a good look at you."

heart thudding you let him look over you, you didn't know what to expect. his hand travelled from your cheek to your breast, swiping a thumb over you nipple, smirking when you gasp as it puckers.

"what's all this?"

nervously you giggle, and now you're second guessing yourself. you thought he'd like it. you didn't wanna give him the same experience you gave everyone else-- sleep shorts and an old t-shirt--you wanted to prove you could be more. take more. so you put on your nicest dress even if that wasn't saying much. you matched your underwear. swiped on some red lipstick.

all in all you wanted to look older.

"you don't like it?" you looked down at your feet and cringed at the sparkly polish on your toes.

jj just shrugs, "lets sit down for a bit."

'a bit' turns into an hour. and you sit on the far side of the couch the whole time. suddenly you regret this. it's all too much, the weight of your age difference hangs heavily between you. you want him to leave.

before you can speak, jj breaks the silence, "why you sittin all the way over there hm? c'mere." you don't get the option to move before he reaches over, wrapping his tattooed hand around your thigh to pull you across the couch with ease. the snarling dog looks ready to tear through your guts.

he tucks you closer and you know he can feel you shaking, breaths coming out in quick gasps as he strokes your soft skin, his other hand coming up to your cheek, "you're such a pretty girl. i don't know why you put all this shit on your face." jj rubs his thumb across your lip, smearing the red as you struggle to speak.

"i don't want you to look at me like a little kid."

"who says that bothers me?"

your bottom lips trembling. you want him to leave but the request dies in your throat when he kisses you and you could almost keel over from the heat.

this was. different. jj kisses like he's gonna devour you. it's not sloppy and wet like the other boys. you can feel each slide of his tongue against yours in your panties. it's too much. you want to pull away.

you fall back onto the cushions. the dog cups your cunt.

when he pulls back your gasping, and jj laughs down at you like an amused father, "like that?"

you nod but you feel embarrassed, there's no way he can't feel how wet you are between your clenched thighs. not with how he rubs his palm against you.

"breathe sweetheart, i got you."

it's only then you realize you're practically hyperventilating. he has to leave before this goes too far.

"relax, open up let me see." jj coaxs you like a feral cat, smushing his palm against you as the tension melts out of you. you look even more vulerable with your lipstick smeared and your panties stuck to you lips. when he unbuttons your dress he groans.

you're matching, lacy black bra and black panties. a cherry embroidered on the front. a little girl's idea of sexy underwear.

"jj..." your voice brings him back to the present, your eyes are wide and watery and he wonders what he looks like to you, "can we--can we just watch a movie or something?"

he grips your thigh tighter, "why'd you invite me over then? thought you were just gonna cock tease me and send me on my fuckin way?"

"no! i just--i don't feel--"

when he grabs your throat your stomach drops, "i'm not one of your little boyfriends. i'm not playin this hot n cold shit with you."

now you're whole body's trembling and you look near tears, so he reels back, relaxing his hold on your throat to something softer, "i know you're scared, it's all new and you're used to being in charge."

sniffling you nod, "they never know what to do."

"right. i know what i'm doin. no games. me and you, like adults. and you're a big girl sweet pea. i wouldn't do anything you can't handle."

jj takes your smile as a yes, you needed the validation, you needed to feel like an equal in this.

he knows you're not.

when slides down and spreads you open he has to take a second, groaning into your thigh because for how scared you claim to be you're so fucking wet. a milky trickle of arousal drips down between your asscheeks and his tongue fucking throbs at the thought of tasting you. so he does. starting from the crack of your ass and trailing up to your puffy clit before he latches on.

"god fuck!"

he can feel your thighs shaking around his head, clamping shut as you bring a hand to your mouth to muffle the noise. jj's confident he's never tasted anything like you--heady and musky. despite his nose being buried in your bush he can smell your sweet, fruity lotion mixing with the scent of your pussy and he feels fucking dizzy. like he's been given a shot of black tar heroin right to the heart.

you're really gasping now, hips bucking under his strong grip as he licks and sucks like he's trying to reach the peach pit of your guts. ravenous like a starving dog.

"please make me cum, i'm gonna f-fuck-cum please."

your clit pulses and twitches between his lips, and all it takes is a couple more sucks before flooding his mouth. and he all but licks you clean.

it's only when you're flinching does jj pull back, kissing up your body as you lay there, eyes closed--sated.

"where's your room?"

your eyes fluttered opened, surprised. you were done, nobody's ever made you cum like this before and you didn't even think you could go again, "what? but i'm-"

"don't start that shit. you asked me over, you're done when i say you're done."

that sick feeling again. he had to leave.

"no- no jj you have to go, it's late and i don't think we should--"

bad move, very bad move. because he hauled you up like it was nothing--half naked and blubbering that you were done. that it'd gone too far and you wanted him to leave as he kicked open one door, then another as he found your room.

"cute."

he threw you down so fast you barely got a chance to bounce before he was on top of you, pinning you down with a hand on your throat as you sobbed, "jj please, i won't tell anyone you came over just go home! i'm sorry, i can't do this, i changed my mind!"

"tough shit little girl. next time? don't ask to fuck if you don't wanna fuck." when he drops his pants you cry harder, and he lays it against your stomach, "look at that. that's how deep ima be sugar."

hauling your thighs to your chest he practically squats over you, pressing the uncut head of his dick to your pouting hole, "shit, can you even take all this..." it's like he's not even talking to you, bullying his way in as you beat against his chest in tears.

"please--please stop it hurts!"

jj smiles at you, mean and predatory with a sharklike grin. the dog grabs your face, covering your mouth, its maw open to drink up your tears.

"you’ll be okay."

he drops his hips and if it weren't for the hand on your mouth you'd scream the house down. you're so flared around his base its a miracle you don't split in two. but jj just groans, loud and long as he starts fucking into you, "shit. you taste sweet sugar but goddamn you feel sweeter. you sure you aint a virgin?"

you sob, you feel sick, but he's filling you like no one has before, you can feel your heart beating in your clit stronger with each thrust, "no--i just--fuck that's--"

you let out a shaky moan and jj knows he got you, cockdrunk and hazy like you weren't just begging him to stop, "yeah i know. babys gettin her first real fuckin."

his hips slam so hard against yours they bounce off the bed, your hands wandering as you struggle to find something to hold onto. never in your life have you felt like this, hot and cold all at once, like someone's found a way to set your nervous system alight. even your skin feels sensitive when his palm rubs against your stomach.

"you were fuckin made for this sweet pea, fuckin tellin ya. lord knows how long i wanted this."

the truth's itching at his tongue, the fact that he's been thinking about this for years, far longer than he should have, like you dont still have baby fat on your hips.

"m-me too."

"yeah...how long?"

when you cry this time it's from embarrassment, shielding yourself from his view with your palms, "since...since i was 11 i dreamt about you."

he gets a flash of you then, suddenly shy around him, near tears when he talked to you and running back to your room after he patted your back.

"you wanted your daddy even back then?"

hysterical now--from embarrassment, from arousal from it all-- you wail, "yes!"

jj shudders, he can feel it wrap around the base of his spine, it won't be long so he smushes he thumb against your clit, not even rubbing, just the steady pressure, "alright. alright, i'm here now i've been waitin on you baby, you're my little girl now."

no noise comes out when you cum, not for a long while before you let out a long shuddering wheeze as you cream around him. and he's right behind you, groaning and pressing so close you feel his balls twitch against your ass while he cums sticky and hot against your cervix.

you're still crying when he pulls out--panting like a dog and he collapses next to you.

"hey, stop cryin you're fine."

guilt and disgust has wrapped itself around you. he's dug his way deep into your core. you don't feel so grown up anymore.

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trailer park!jj x sweet pea: come over

"i was just wondering if you wanted to come over. i'm gonna be home alone for a couple days." your heart thudded as you asked. watching as jj continued to work on his bike like you weren't propositioning him.

"why would i wanna do that hm? i look like i got time to play house with you." jj knew he hit a nerve by the way all your bravado melts in an instant, replaced by something much more defensive and prickly and he smirks, "go back home, order a pizza and leave me alone."

you're so petulant when you react--stomping into the gravel of his driveway like that'll make him change his mind, "but i want you to come over!"

"and fuckin do what sweet pea." with a huff he stops, sitting back against his trailer so he can pull out a cigarette, completely unhurried while you look like you want to crawl out of your skin.

"i thought we could hang out..." your hand goes to your mouth, thumb hovering over your lips like you want to latch on. you bite your nail instead.

"i don't got time for this shit. you either tell me what you want like a big girl or you go home."

the nail slips past your lips until your rubbing the tip of your thumb against your teeth, "um. do you wanna--i don't know-"

"spit it out."

"wanna fuck?"

jj cracks a smile, taking a long drag off the cigarette, "hm." his eyes rake over you, head to toe as he takes you in. it could be fun. you're soft, more than willing, all rounded curves from your plush cheeks to your calves. you've stood over him in your tiny skirts enough for him to have the vague outline of you memorized.

he's also seen who comes in and out of your bedroom window enough times to know you're not getting what you want. all those weak dicked little boys stumbling out on shaky legs as you sit on your bed bored and clear minded.

maybe he'll show you what you're missing.

"alright."

he really laughs then, at the way you perk up, crossing and uncrossing your arms as your heart speeds up.

"really?"

"keep the porch lights off. and the back door unlocked i'll come by around midnight."

clearly you didn't think you'd get this far, because you're buzzing. already concerned about what you'll wear and what you wanna do. jj just clears his throat, "alright now can i get back to work? got shit to do."

giggling you back away, you never looked more your age than you do now, "sorry...i'll see you later."

he watches your practically bounce back to your trailer, having lost the cool girl affect you were putting on.

you were as jj always saw you--young, green and out of your depth. he was gonna fuck you soft.

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Hey cuties!!! Here’s a post about the future of this blog (no i am not leaving)

First i want to apologize for being so gone like completely silent gone. I have not been feeling OBX for a long time. As such, I will be making this a multi fandom blog. I have completely cleared my inbox due to the incident so if you requested something I have not done yet, feel free to request again and I will try to make sure that i get to them when im feeling like OBX

As for the fandoms I will be writing for: it will be these (i will make a pinned post after and make it all pretty)’

Reblogs appreciated <3

OBX

JJ

Rafe

Pope

John B

HOTD

Aemond Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Gwayne Hightower

Cregan Stark

The Office

Jim Halpert

Dwight Schrute

Ryan Howard

Abbott Elementary

Gregory Eddie

Janine Teagues

Melissa Schemmenti

The Walking Dead (until “The day will come when you wont be”)

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Negan

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

The Governor

Shane Walsh

Abraham Ford

Maggie Greene

Rosita Espinosa

Carol Peletier

Beth Greene

Sasha WIlliams

Tara Chambler

Parks and Recreation

Ron Swanson

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Ben Wyatt

Leslie Knope

Chris Traeger

Ann Perkins

Mark Brendanawicz

Cobra Kai

Young/Old Daniel LaRussio

Young/Old Johnny Lawrence

Amanda LaRusso

Robby Keene

Miguel Diaz

Tori Nichols

Samantha LaRusso

Eli/Hawk Moskowitz

Demetri Alexopoulos

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Harry Potter

Luna Lovegood

Percy Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Matthew Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Twilight

Jasper Hale (romantic- all fics will be this pairing i cannot write anything else sorry)

Alice Cullen (platonic)

Carlisle Cullen (platonic)

Rosalie Hale (platonic)

Esme Cullen (platonic)

Emmett Cullen (platonic)

Edward Cullen (platonic)’

Supernatural

Only Winchester!reader up to Season 8 (im working on it)

The Umbrella Academy

5

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Singer!Actress!Reader verse

Tom Holland

Rudy Pankow

Ewan Mitchell

Pedro Pascal

Jeffery Dean Morgan

Pretty much any actor in the shows i have mentioned are fair game- ill let you know if i dont want to write for them.

Also generally reader! Being famous IE- interviews, award shows, red carpets

I will make a page on reader

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i’ve probably read this a kazillion times it’s so good

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ after swearing up and down that you can’t make a sale, jim lets you answer his phone to give it a try. his elaborate plan to prove himself right goes south as soon as the man on the other line buys a heaping amount of paper in exchange for your phone number..

warnings: flirty banter, teasing, fluff, mild humor, slight tension (?), jim being a little jealous (a lot, actually), close proximity

a/n: first jim prompt :,) feel free to send in req’s!

wc: 1.1k

“..but why? why do you think it’s impossible for me to sell paper?” jim was leaning over the counter of the receptionist desk, both of your faces not far from one another’s. “because you answer the phone like this!” he taunted your high pitched ‘customer service’ voice, your cheeks heating as you giggled quietly. “i do not sound like that!” jim smiled when you accidentally snorted, your eyes widening in embarrassment. phyllis looked over at you two, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “there’s a reason you didn’t get the sales position, ditzy.”

you gasped, slapping his arm playfully. “that’s a low blow, halpert!” shaking your head, you opened up the spreadsheet michael had forwarded to you, “and by the way, my insane typing skills got me this position. i get to sit and look pretty all day..” jim nodded, eyes flittering down to the soft curve of your lips. “yeah, that you do.” his voice dropped down a few octaves, the sound paired up with his words made butterflies flutter in your tummy. the girls were so going to be hearing about this later.

you met his eyes for a brief moment, both of you clearing your throats awkwardly at the sudden energy shift. “seriously though, how hard could it be?” just as you asked him, his phone began ringing. “wanna find out?” you were up on your feet, basically buzzing with excitement as you followed jim over to his desk. the last thing jim expected you to do was bend over the hardwood his phone was rested on, his distressed glare finding the cameraman. dwight was eyeing you with pinched eyebrows, wondering what the hell you two were up to now.

for his own sake, jim didn’t dare glance down at your backside in that tight pencil skirt of yours, instead he took his seat, pushing himself all the way in under his desk before motioning for you to answer the damned thing. flashing an innocent smile at dwight, he rolled his eyes as you put the receiver to your ear. “jim halpert speaking!” jim closed his eyes, holding in a laugh as he muted the call. “you have to say your name, not mine..” the realization dawned on you, a little ‘oh, that’s right!’ leaving your lips before he unmuted you.

chirping your name into the phone, the man on the other side of the line sounded confused as he carried on. “hello, is this dunder mifflin? the paper company.” you hummed, drawing a few stares from oscar and stanley. “hi there, my name is jonathan and i was tasked with choosing the best paper for my office, and i came across this number. if you don’t mind, i just had a few questions.” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “of course, i’d be happy to provide you with answers!” jim leaned in, listening closely to the call.

“why should i choose dunder mifflin as my business’s official paper supplier?” it was a simple question, but it still had you wracking your brain for what you should say. “uhm.. well! here at dunder mifflin, we have the best sales representatives always just one phone call away! we will keep your office and/or work space stocked with only the highest quality of paper, card stock, and many more! all at an amazing price as well, and you didn’t hear this from me.. but if you buy in bulk, you get major steals.” jim was flabbergasted. maybe he should be a receptionist instead. this was your desk now.

“wow! that sounds amazing. you really checked all of my boxes.” he laughed, a hint of flirting evident in his tone. “yeah? well i usually do.” jim looked at the side of your face, his gaze burning hot. “i bet.. look, this might come across as really weird, but gosh your voice is so pretty, it’s a nice change from the usual montone robots answering these phones.” you chuckled, the sound making jim want to snatch the thing out of your hand. dwight noticed this, a smug look taking over his features.

michael had his head poking out of his door, the entire office now listening in on your conversation. “put it on speaker!” erin whispered, everyone agreeing in unison. jim sighed, already not liking where this was going. “oh trust me, i know,” you spoke, “but would you be interested in hearing any of my offers?” you motioned for jim to pull up the package deals sheet on his computer. “please, enlighten me.” you gasped, raising your eyebrows at the man next to you. jim was quick to cover the scowl on his face, a fake smile gracing his lips as he pulled up december’s spreadsheet.

“okayyy! so starting off with the most expensive package, for five hundred dollars a month, you get a weekly delivery on your paper, and this includes an unlimited card stock supply that i can personally guarantee will arrive on time, all the time—”

“i’ll take it.” you blinked, dwight’s grin dropping from his face.

“r-really?! you don’t want to hear about my other packages?” jonathan, the man on the other line let out a disapproving hum. “no, i’ve heard quite enough, i’d love to make a deal with you though.” everyone exchanged looks, you and jim meeting each other’s eyes for the first time during this entire ordeal. “okay, may i please get your information?” you took the phone off of speaker, everyone, including michael, groaning in frustration. “i wanted to hear the deal!” kevin shook his head. angela made a face, turning around in her seat as she resumed watching cat videos on youtube.

you were quiet for a few moments, your eyes widening as jonathan stated his offer. “..so what you’re telling me is; in exchange for purchasing the five hundred dollar package, you want my phone number?” the office went into an uproar, dwight shooting out of his seat. “what is this? a phone sex hotline?!” jim couldn’t stand to listen to another second of this, his index finger reaching out and pressing the ‘end call’ button. you yelped, dropping the phone on his desk. “jim, what the hell?! i totally had that in the bag!” you stood up, a series of shouts sounding around the office.

“transfer him to my phone right now!” meredith shouted, jim wasting no time in giving her the number. “alright, ditzy, you could sell paper.” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, clearing his throat as he made eye contact with one of the cameras in the corner. you may be lacking a bit in the logical department, but you were an expert when it came to reading jim, and right now? he looked nothing short of jealous. you leaned down next to his ear. “well i’m glad we could settle that, halpert.” jim swallowed thickly, your perfume diminishing all of his senses.

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                      Salt &&. Secrets (SMAU.ᐟ)

summary: what started as a fun hobby quickly became more when your anonymous gossip blog unexpectedly began gaining traction after "kook king" rafe cameron discovered your writings about him and publicly bashed you, vowing to discover your identity.

     NAV ! Part Twelve. Part Thirteen. Part Fourteen.

notes .ᐟ the guilt is hitting reader especially hard after this

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omgeeeee

…INTRODUCING DITZY!READER

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DITZY!READER who took the receptionist job at dunder mifflin after moving away from her hometown. think of her as an ‘organized mess’, fluffy pens and pink sticky notes littering her work space. she smells like sweet cinnamon & sugar. ballerina shrugs and cashmere cardigans are her best friends, considering the office can get ridiculously chilly. unfortunately she’s too nice to let anyone know when they’re being invasive.. especially michael and dwight.

DITZY!READER who wears the cutest office outfits ever!! when she’s not making copies or taking/transferring phone calls, she’s reading fashion magazines, playing games with jim on her computer, or thinking about what she’s going to blow her next check on. she definitely runs a successful fashion/beauty blog. keeps the break room stocked with homemade cinnamon rolls despite angela’s attempts to declare them ‘dangerous and unhealthy’.

DITZY!READER is best friends with erin and kelly, all of them raving about their crushes via email. loves shopping and spending her days off roaming around the city.. secretly hoping jim will call her and ask her what she’s up to (he always does). everyone in the warehouse department has a massive crush on her, the team calling her the sweetest nicknames. has a gifted name plaque that says ‘scranton’s very own sweetheart’.

౨ৎ works to be added soon!

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Sticky and Disgusting

In honor of my favorite crash out, my favorite tweaker, here's how I feel like nasty sex with JJ would be. I know I was supposed to upload last night but I was bawling my heart out, so I hope this makes up for it <3

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𑁍 JJ fucks, and he does it good too. He's driven women insane, married women, and single women alike text his phone about how much they miss him, how they just can't forget him.

𑁍 But since meeting you, he's elevated his skills quite a bit and knows how to get you in the mood and usually he gets horny first

𑁍 Walking down the street and sees a swimsuit he wants to see you in? Hard. Laying down and randomly thinking about you? Hard. A hug? I don't even have to say it at this point

𑁍 JJ likes listening to something that puts him in the mood

𑁍 Anything with a slow pace he can roll his body perfectly in time too

𑁍 He's willing to get down anywhere anytime, but he's the type that when he gets the chance to make things nice he will

𑁍 His favorite place is your room. You're his kook princess, and you have this fancy ass bedroom with your parents who hate him downstairs and your brother who also hates trying to tone out the noise of you whimpering JJ’s name like a prayer

𑁍 Blue LED lights, a ring light that he fingered out how to set different colors too, and now you two were fucking under a sea of velvet-colored lights

𑁍 He would take it slow depending on his mood. He's slowly rolling his hips into you, his necklace dancing in your face, and your legs are trembling while he's leaving wet kisses down your sweaty neck and whispering perversions in your ears

"Say my name, I know you can do it." "You like that? Yeah, I know you do."

𑁍 And he's so cocky because he knows no one fucks you as good as he does.

𑁍 He knows every part of you, which fleshy part of your body to press down on to have you arching your back off the mattress and wondering what you did to receive a blessing like this

𑁍 Speaking of pressing, JJ likes fingering you. He'll pull you into his lap, shirt pulled up to reveal those tits he loves so much and make out with you slowly but aggressively while he finger fucks you just right

𑁍 Your eyes are closed while he picks up the pace and he's watching you lean back with your legs shaking around his waist as his palm rubs against your clit. The room is hot and JJ's fingers are covered in cream as you let out pleas for release.

𑁍 JJ can never deny you (yes he can, he's done it before when he wanted to see how long he could edge you too and you got pissed and didn't blow him for two weeks) so he keeps going until you boil over to a finish that JJ has only seen in porn. He wished he set up his camera, so he could get that sound on video

𑁍 There was always next time. And you'd let JJ do anything to you and he loved that so much

𑁍 The first night he realized was when his hands automatically went to around your neck and gave you a tender squeeze and when he withdrew his hands an apologized, and you shyly told him to do it again. He came so hard that night his eyes hurt from how they rolled back in his head

𑁍 And it never ends with that, from there, JJ holds up his fingers for you to lick clean and because you're his girl you eagerly do it that makes JJ's heart swell

𑁍 He likes missionary. It's simple, but he gets to look you in the face while he does things to you that would kill your grandmother if she knew.

𑁍 Having you on your back while he sinks slowly into you at first just to see your reaction when he first slides in

𑁍 That warm, creamy feeling, like putting his nuts in warm pudding. He likes to go in, all the way to the base first, just to see you look in his eyes while wearing the necklace with a little 'J' around your neck that you got for your six-month anniversary that made him cry when he first saw it

𑁍 He starts rough though. He just needs too. Sometimes he eases into it, but on certain nights he just can't

𑁍 He loves when you moan his name with a gasp that says that's the stuff that you love, when you let out choked little moans of 'right there' and 'just like that baby'

𑁍 Oh and high sex? Don't even get him started. Its a little ridiculous, the way he twitches a little more and presses soft kisses all over you because JJ is a little love bug when he's high and doesn't have it in him to bruise your ass cheeks

𑁍 Angry sex. JJ gets angry, so very easily. And he loves when you're willing to let him get it out of his system on you instead of someone's property.

𑁍 He's grabbing your face and making you look him in the eyes, he's holding a firm grip on your waist while he plows into you like he was trying to fuck you to sleep (which he has done time and time again), he has you with your ass raised in the air and slapping it like a punching bag

𑁍 He's trembling from rage, and from how good you are for him, how he's shaking and his brows are furrowed while you bounce back against him. Your manicured nails are gripping the sheets, and his hand is fisting your hair while holding you into the pillows

𑁍 Don't be afraid to take control over him though. JJ likes it when you push him on the bed and sit down on his dick like it's where your meant to be.

𑁍 He wants you to ride him like you hardly care about him. He wants you to bounce up and down, nails scraping down his chest ignoring how red he's turning and how he's whimpering out warnings that he was about to cum

𑁍 When you start bouncing up and down harder, while he's twitching and trying to hold onto your hips, and you do that little grinding thing when you circle your hips around and rub up against his abs so he cums inside of you while letting out moans that were so out of character that he would refuse to admit that was him if anyone ever saw that on tape

𑁍 Drunk sex, when you two stumble in from a party tipsy and you're suddenly desperate to blow him and who was he to tell you no.

𑁍 Take him down your throat and he'll cum right there. He's done it a few times. He watching you bob your head up and down, eyes staring up at him with an evil glint in your eyes

𑁍 Leaving kisses all over his chest and down his stomach, your lip gloss and lipstick smearing down his stomach and he feels a warm fluttering feeling in his stomach

𑁍 When you both cum, it makes a mess. He likes it messy, he truly does. When he pulls out and cums on your stomach or his personal favorite is cumming on your pussy so he can't tell when your mess ends and his begins.

𑁍 When you leave a creamy ring around his base, or when he cums on your ass cheeks. When he face fucks you like you're a human flesh light and you have tears and spit streaming down your face before giving him a sloppy kiss that has him weak in the knees, when he cums so hard he drools a bit and you kiss him anyways because you love anything from him, when you ride his face like a mechanical bull and when you get up he looks like he just went down a water park ride.

𑁍 You two always, and I mean ALWAYS leaving a giant stain on your sheets, his sheets, his bike, your clothing (mostly ending up being your swimsuit or panties from him pulling you aside at a kegger and rubbing you through the cloth of your swim suit until you came and quickly had to duck before a group passing by saw you two), and it's always a terrible mess to clean up.

𑁍 Sweat, spit, cum, tears, it's a disgusting mess and by God JJ lives to make it any chance he gets