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[jjsloverre]

feeling free pt. 7

in which… jj and reader finally started dating after months of flirting and dates, but when two certain people find out… everyone goes downhill.

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his phone:

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a/n: this one hurts y’all ! but unfortunately jj will be hated for a bit…

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kendrick is so awesome for this and idc

Kendrick having his dancers spell out pedo with their bodies, having Serena Williams hit the crip walk, and then staring into the camera while saying “hey Drake” AND CALLING DRAKE OUT FIR SUEING!? YEAHHHH KENDRICK IS A D1 HATER AND IM HERE FOR IT

[jjsloverre]

✰ i love you, more than you’d ever know

warnings : mentions of blood. slight crying. slight angst. comfort. postpartum care. reader being weak to do things on her own. chris being an absolute sweetheart. newdad!chris. newmom!reader. nothing else? let me know if i missed anything.

you were so sore and tired.

hours of labor and contractions and pushing, left your body absolutely weak and your mind exhausted.

forty-eight hours has passed since you were in the delivery room—legs propped up as you held onto chris’ hand for dear life. squeezing it when the pain became too much, his lips kissing your head—soothing you.

forty-eight hours since you birthed your daughter into the world.

chris never left your side—during your whole pregnancy, during your labor—making sure you knew you could do it and that you weren’t alone. and even now, his body sat next to you as you laid in your hospital bed. thumb caressing your knuckles as he kept a keen eye on you, making sure you were okay.

“how are you feeling baby?” his voice was soft, cutting through the comfortable silence in the room. you hummed, eyes fluttering open to look at him. you shifted slightly—only to wince at the ache in your lower abdomen.

“sore…and kind of gross.” you admitted, looking away from him. he frowned, reaching a free hand up to turn your face back to him. “is there anything you need?” his tone was still soft, no rush behind his words.

you sat there for a moment, looking at him, before nodding your head. “yeah…i-i need to go to the bathroom. but i don’t even know if i can stand on my own.” you whispered, feeling a dull ache in your chest at your own helplessness.

chris smiled, standing from his chair before gripping your hand a little tighter—his free hand coming down to tug the covers slowly off of you before coming to rest on your lower back. “let me help you, love. you don’t have to do anything, i’ll take care of you, okay?” he murmured.

you smiled weakly, at his words, letting him help you. he was careful as he helped you sit up, making sure to steady you once both of your feet planted themselves on the tiled floor. your legs trembled beneath yourself, but chris made sure to hold you. “i’ve got you baby, i promise.” he cooed. slowly, he took a step back, encouraging you to follow with a small step forward.

soon enough, he lead you into the small hospital bathroom in your room. when you reached the toilet, you grabbed the railing provided—chris crouching on one knees as his hands softly slid up your sides. “may i?” he asked, his eyes seeking yours for permission, and you nodded. he smiled, slowly grabbing the postpartum underwear and tugging it down.

he reached a hand up for you to take, guiding you to sit down before letting go, letting his hands rest on your thighs. “i’ll give you a second okay?” he said, rubbing small circles into your knee.

but as he went to stand up, you could feel the uncomfortable rush of blood running out of you—sticky, damp and uncomfortable between your legs. you swallowed hard at the feeling, suddenly feeling embarrassed. you cleared your throat a little, hand reaching out to snag at chris’ sleeve before he could walk away. “chris?..”

he turned back, brows furrowing as he crouched right back down to your eye level. “what is it, love?” he asks quietly, his thumbs brushing over your skin once more. you felt your face heat—you didn’t know why you felt embarrassed, maybe it was the vulnerability of the moment—or how helpless you were. you weren’t sure. “there’s…a lot of blood.” you whispered.

and chris nodded, not even hesitating before standing up to reach for your bag that had been placed in the bathroom when you arrived. “i know, sweetheart. it’s okay, here-“ he murmured, digging through the bag as he pulled out a peri bottle and the pads you made at home.

standing up once more, he filled the bottle with warm water, grabbing a cloth in the process. when he turned his attention back to you, he was smiling. “-open your legs baby, think you can you do that for me?” he asked, gently tugging your legs apart, encouraging you as you nodded once more.

your stomach twisted with nerves, but chris’ face wasn’t turned up in disgust—no—it was filled with care, and love.

carefully, he positioned the bottle, squeezing the warm liquid to help clean away any of the blood. and once he felt as though it was enough, he reached for the warm rag, slowly wiping away at your sensitive area until you were clean.

he leaned down, pressing a few light kisses to your legs. “you’re so strong baby. carrying and bringing our little girl into this world—pushing through everything that was thrown at you.” he said, reaching over for one of your makeshift pads. you felt your chest tighten at his words, your eyes burning. “chris..” you whispered, on the verge of spilling over.

he smiled, hands grabbing each of your ankles to feed them through the leg holes, helping you into your clothes with careful movements. “you did so well, ma. and you still are.”

he was so, so caring…you didn’t deserve it. your heart pounded at his words, at his praises.

once chris was done, he gently helped you up, pulling the garments the rest of the way and flushing the toilet for you before guiding you back out of the bathroom and right back into your bed.

he tucked you in, making sure the blankets covered you just the right way and in all the right areas before he sat kind of behind you. his warm palms made contact with your back, his hands gently putting pressure. “can i give you a massage, sweetheart? wanna make sure you feel good.” and you nodded, bracing yourself for the slight discomfort with the aching muscles.

his hands began to kneed the flesh, digging into all the right areas—at just the right pressure. his lips brushed over your shoulders, tracing down the top of your spine as his hands continued to work into your flesh—his fingers moving in careful circles. “i love you so much baby. i don’t think ill ever be able to put into words, how proud i am of you and what you’ve done.” he whispered in between pecks.

“i love you too—ugh—that feels so good.” you groaned, slightly leaning your body back into him. he chuckled, hands smoothing over the knots in your muscles. “i’d do this all the time for you, knowing it makes you feel better.” he admitted, hands moving to your arms and any other area on your body he thought might be sore—which was everywhere.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed. but, by the time he was done, you felt like your body might just melt into a puddle on the mattress.

“okay,” he said, reaching a hand around to brush his knuckle over your cheek. “i think you’re ready for a shower. do you think you’re ready for one baby?” he asked, bringing his hands down and wrapping them around you, hugging your body to his chest.

you sighed, melting into his body. “yeah..i think i am. i feel gross still—all the sweat and stuff.” you muttered. “alrighty, up we go.” chris’ body is already moving like it had been all day, always one step ahead. holding his hands out for you like he did earlier, you grabbed them, moving your legs over the side of the bed and stood—his body carrying most of your weight to make this easier for you.

you tried to step too fast, accidentally wobbling forward on your feet making you gasp loudly. luckily, chris caught you, holding you in his arms before helping you up right again. “whoa, careful ma. don’t want you getting hurt, okay? take it slow.” he reassured, treading backwards as he tugged you forward slowly—just as he did earlier.

once you reached the bathroom, he sat you down on the closed lid of the toilet, quickly turning on the shower to a nice warm temperature before going into the main room, grabbing a nice pair of pajamas from your bag. along with those, he grabbed another homemade pad, laying it out with your clothes on the counter.

when he came back in front of you, he beamed down at you—eyes softening even more as he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world. “up baby.” he said, holding his hands out for you to take.

and you did, grabbing them and standing.

“is it okay if i take your clothes off, love?” he asked, and you nodded, letting out another content sigh. “yes..yes you can.” and with that, he slowly undid the string to your hospital gown, letting the fabric slide down your body before moving to help you out of your bottoms.

once you were discarded if your clothes, his soon followed. gently, he helped you step into the shower. the moment the water hit your skin, a deep sigh—more like a moan—left your lips. the steam wrapped around you like a warm blanket, making your body relax and your eyes flutter closed.

before you could think of anything else, chris stepped in under the water and pulled you into his chest—his arms wrapped around you tightly. for a moment, neither of you moved, like he knew what you needed. he just held you, resting his chin on top of your head, his hands splayed out over your back.

it was quite for a long while, just the sound of water hitting the tiled floor was heard, along with the chatter of nurses in your room watching the baby while you were both in the bathroom. the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, it was—content. warm.

then finally, chris spoke once more.

“i’ve never been prouder of anyone in my life, you know?” he whispered, voice barely audible over the sound of the pattering water, but you could hear the emotion in his voice. “you’ve given me everything i could’ve ever wanted in life. your love, your time, your patience, our child.” his voice tightened, arms tightening just a little more.

“you’re so amazing…the love of my life. the mother of my child—my wife. i couldn’t have asked for any other stronger woman in my life.” you felt your throat tighten, your fingers curling around his forearms. “chris, i-“ your words cut off with a small choked sob.

his hands slid up to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the falling tears. “you don’t ever have to feel embarrassed, or weak, or anything less than incredible.” he kissed your forehead, hips lips lingering as his words brushed against your skin. “you’re doing so well, love. so, so well.”

and that’s when the tears started flowing. your face was hot as sobs wracked through your body. you didn’t deserve someone like him in your life, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. gently, through blurry eyes, you reached up—grabbing his face between your hands before bringing his lips to your own. the kiss was slow, filled with so much emotion you felt as though you could choke.

but you didn’t.

chris held you once more, cradling your own face in his hands as he reciprocated the kiss, tilting your head to the side to kiss you deeper. and when you pulled away, he let his lips travel, kissing away the tears slipping down your face as your eyes noticed his own clinging to his skin.

“i l-love you so much.” you choked out, looking up at him. he smiled, letting a few more tears slip down his face before he whispered. “i love you. more than you’d ever know.”

and with that, he gave you another peck on the head before he reached for your shampoo, popping open the cap as you wiped your face—sniffling a few times. carefully he poured the soap in his hands, then brought it to your hair, massaging it into your scalp gently. his fingers were slow, making sure not to snag on the wet strands.

he washed every inch of you, his touch never straying from being careful and loving. by the time he had turned off the water you felt lighter—cleaner, yes, but also safe.

chris stepped out first, grabbing your towel and wrapping it around you before he grabbed his own. he focused on you first, drying you off from head to toe before reaching for the pad on the counter and slipping your legs through it. he grabbed your pajamas next, slipping them onto your body and making sure you were all good before he dressed himself.

once you were both situated, he helped guide you back out into the room—the nurses who were there politely excusing themselves as chris brought you back to bed. helping you in and tucking your body under the covers once more before he climbed in next to you.

he pulled you into his arms, pressing yet another kiss to your hair. “sleep baby.” he murmured. “i’ll be here when you wake up.” and you did, your mind and body not bothering to fight the exhaustion. and with chris helping you all day, it put you more at ease.

as you drifted off to sleep you could hear your daughter cry, but your hazy mind felt the bed shift and chris’ voice carry through the room before you finally fell asleep.

“daddy’s got you sweetheart—my precious girl.”

a/n : thank you so much for 2k! i love you all so so so much! <3

[jjsloverre]

THAT HALFTIME SHOW WAS GOLD AND ANYONE CAN FIGHT ME IF THEY DONT AGREE

[jjsloverre]

y’all bouta hate jj for a few days…

feeling free pt.6

in which… jj and reader finally started dating after months of flirting and dates, but when two certain people find out… everyone goes downhill.

~masterlist~

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taglist: @sturniologirlzz @sturns-mermaid @aaliyahsturniolo @sophand4n4 @ethanthequeefqueen @kieeslove @bee-43 @chalahyung01 @eddxemxnson @masongetinmybed @superlegend216 @always-reading @lesaseyes

a/n: a bit of a short chapter cause i’m tired and drained, but next part will be EXTREMELY packed with drama😛 (probably will come out after my next fic)

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strawberry wine 🍓

more of them here | credit to anyone who has done this au before

♡wc: 1.2k | proofread by Sofia!

The hot summer sun beamed down, casting a golden light on your surroundings as you sat on your front porch swing, the one your father had built for your mother, your legs curled up to your side, having a book perched up on your lap. Your fingertips flip the pages as you read the words, savoring the vivid images in your mind of the romance unfolding through the worn pages. You have always longed for romance, wanting nothing more than to experience it; your mind was buzzing with scenarios and fantasies. This summer was like any other summer spent helping your mama make pies and treats for the county bake-off and helping your dad around the farm. Being the only child left at home had its perks and disadvantages. Your older brothers had grown up, leaving you to do chores. Your dad prevented you from helping him to avoid injury, despite you not being weak. You were occupied with: Gathering chicken eggs from the coop and picking fruits for your mother’s jams and pies kept you busy; 

The sound of your dad’s beat-up pickup truck pulling into the gravel driveway disrupted your thoughts as you looked up from your book, seeing him shut the engine off and turn his head to talk to someone. Sitting up a little and setting your book aside, you peeked through the banisters of your porch trying to see who was in the passenger seat; the truck was too far away and the windows too dirty for you to tell. The passenger door shutting averted your gaze to a cowboy walking towards the house alongside your dad. He was handsome in his red and black flannel paired with worn blue jeans and a black cowboy hat. Seeing him made your heart flutter in your chest while they approached the front steps, standing by the banister and leaning against it. You eyed him, trying to be as subtle as you could without either of them noticing. “Hey pumpkin,” your father greeted you as he reached the front steps, smiling at you as he ruffled your hair. Matt paused at the entryway, admiring your beauty. He smiled at your pouty lips, white dress, and brown boots. “Who’s this?” you whispered to your dad, swinging your arm towards Matt when he immediately cleared his throat and looked away, not wanting your dad to think he was eye-boggling his daughter. “This here is Matthew. New farmhand,” he stated as he pointed at Matt before turning back to your smiling. “Matthew, this is my daughter,” he introduced you, tapping your nose playfully. You nodded, letting out a slight giggle as you looked at Matt, and stepped down the stairs as you stood in front of him holding out your hand. “Dottie,” you said, smiling up at him. He shook your hand, his eyes scanning over your features and the small blush that was creeping upon your face under his gaze. “Matt” he replied, giving your hand a small squeeze.

Your dad cut through the moment as he placed a hand on Matt’s shoulder, giving him a firm squeeze silently telling him not to get any ideas. Once again Matt cleared his throat as your hand fell back to your side watching him rub the back of his neck awkwardly, your father pulled him aside bidding goodbye as he talked with him about the duties he would have on the farm. You stood your jaw slack on the front steps staring at Matt as he walked away, your mind spiraling with all sorts of thoughts about him, how strong his arms looked in his flannel, how the top buttons were slightly unbuttoned showing off a glimpse of his bare chest. 

Soft hums filled the room as you sat by your bedroom window looking out onto the field the next afternoon. Observing while Matt stacked hay bales on your dad’s trailer, the way the sweat glistened on his skin under the hot sun made your mouth water. Thankfully he wouldn’t notice you staring from the window admiring him as you bit your bottom lip, there was something about him that drew you towards him which is how you found yourself in the kitchen making a fresh pitcher of lemonade. Taking your time and pouring your heart into the liquid as you smile the entire time, it was tedious cutting all the lemons and juicing them but the end product would be worth it. Finally, after boiling the substance you stir the mixture into the lemon juice and add ice to the pitcher. “Perfect” you whispered to yourself as you poured some into a glass and made your way out the front door and towards the field. Your heart raced and approached him watching him wipe his forehead with his forearm, his arm was so big, and his white t-shirt clung to his sweaty body as he worked. His arms were sore from stacking the hay onto each other, picking up the bales, and trying to strategically place them so they would be fine to strap down onto the trailer. Finally, you approached him smiling and you eyed his body once more before averting your gaze back to his face, where you found his blue eyes staring back at you. “I brought you lemonade,” you held out the glass in your hand feeling the condensation wet the skin of your palm. He smiled, taking off his hat and fanning his face, taking the glass from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. “Thanks, peach,” he replied, bringing the glass to his lips with a smirk. He took a long sip, and you watched while he swallowed the liquid, your eyes glued to his movements. He brought the glass down staring at you. You never found someone doing such a simple task so attractive. “That was just what I needed,” he says, moving closer to you, his eyes falling over your features. “I’m glad you liked it,” you whispered, your breath hitching when he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. “You gonna be out here a lot darlin?” he questions, leaning back, swirling the lemonade in the glass, and taking another sip, his eyes glued to your flustered state. Shifting your weight on the heels of your boots, your face still bright red as a tomato, your eyes staring down at the ground trying not to explode. “Cat got your tongue?” he questioned, smirking, tilting your chin up with his index finger, his eyes glued to your plump lips. You never felt this way before, your palms sweaty and your heart beating so loud you were sure he could hear it, part of you wanted to run and hide from him.

But another part of you wanted to lean into his touch and see what would happen if you pressed your lips against his. You took a deep breath gathering your last bit of courage, your eyes meeting him before you quickly closed the distance between the two of you kissing him, he was startled at first but eventually kissed you back dropping the glass, and his hand traveled into your hair deepening the kiss. “Peach?” he questioned, waving his hand in front of your face and observing your eyelids fluttering open making him let out a chuckle.” You zoned out there for a minute” he acknowledged letting out another awkward chuckle.  Matt’s brows furrowed watching your cheeks flush before you ran back towards the house not looking back until he saw you disappear behind the front door. He looked down, shaking his head in disbelief looking back up and noticing the curtain of your bedroom window flying shut. “Cute” he muttered under his breath, drinking the last of the lemonade and getting back to work.

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a/n: part 2?

divider; @thecutestgrotto

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[jjsloverre]

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𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐦

🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓

authors note: mdni contains smut/blowjob

Submerging yourself into the soft duvets of Chris and yours shared room, playful giggles can be heard as you and Chris lips can’t seem to be detached for more than a few moments at most. You’re both obsessed with the feeling of each others warm, wet, plump lips attaching and sucking on each others.

Pulling away to readjust yourself on the bed, Chris whines with a pout at the lack of physical contact. “No baby, more. Come here.” He whines with that ever present pout adorning his face.

Shushing him with a playful nudge, you lay against Chris chest as you wrap one of your arms around his waist as your other hand rakes your nails up and down his bare chest. Hearing a small, almost inaudible whine come from the brunettes boys lips, you glance up with a smirk. He’s just so sensitive to your touch even after dating for so long.

“That feel good baby?” You question with a smirk, slowly moving your arm that was previously wrapped around his waist down towards the growing tent in his boxers.

“Oh..oh…fu…fuck sweetheart.” Chris groans out.

“So sensitive baby.” You remark as you lightly trace your nails up and down his length, noticing the very evident wet patch that has leaked through his white boxers.

Letting out small whimpers Chris reaches down your body to squeeze your ass as he releases yet another moan of pleasure.

You knew Chris wouldn’t be lasting long as this rate, so you begin to slide down his boxers and shuffle yourself closer to his pulsing length. Pre-cum dribbling down the veins of his dick. Looking up at him, it’s a sight you never want to forget. Eyes watering, mouth agape, chest rising and falling heavily.

Taking his length inch by inch into your mouth, you suck and lick up the pre-cum that has slid down his dick. You knew he wouldn’t last long, but seconds after you felt his tip hit the back of your throat he was coming undone.

Hot shoots of his salty seed spurt into the back of your throat. Moans are all you can hear as you continue to suck him off, wanting to make his high last as long as possible. Chris is a mess of pure euphoria, sweat beads gliding down his chest, panting with open breaths, and it’s undoubtably the most beautiful, yet pitiful he’s ever looked.

But you’re not done with him just yet, you crave more of him, more of his taste, and by the looks of his already hardened dick again, he isn’t done either.

Engulfing his hard length again, you begin to deep throat him as deep as possible. Your tongue can feel his veins as you move your mouth against him. Chris is a beautiful mess, hands scrambling to hold onto something, anything. Reaching his high must faster than he would care to admit, he’s almost screaming out your name with pleasure. Hands over his face in embarrassment from how quickly he’s able to cum twice already. But the night isn’t over…..

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Thank you @katiee-idk and everyone who got me to 250 reblogs!

yes😛

blurb of jj rough fucking you in his new bed

includes… heavy smut, unprotected p in v (don’t do that) oral, (fem!receiving) overstimulation, ROUGHHH sex

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“thought you said you were waiting until you asked me to be your girlfriend hm?” jj pounds into you mercilessly as you moan louder. “couldn’t- fuck… FUCK baby- couldn’t hold back..” jj muttered and railed you even harder.

jj suddenly pulls out, before you could whine, jj connects his lips to your puffy clit and eats you out with abandon. as you reach your high, he plunges his two digits into your sopping pussy roughly, earning another orgasm out of you. “baby.. too much” you whimpered.

“not done yet mama.” he smirked as he suddenly rammed back into your cunt, fucking you rougher and rubbing tight circles on your clit. “you’re so tight and wet… fuck- tell me where you want my nut at baby.” he lifted your legs over his shoulders, making his cock hit magic spots you didn’t even know existed.

jj kept hitting those spots with each thrust until he brung you to the edge. “FUCK JJ!” you screamed and came on his cock, hard. he fucked you roughly through your orgasm, causing you to have another one and let out gushing liquid from your spasming pussy.

“fuck baby that’s all i need, shit that’s it right there.” his thrusts became more erratic as he neared his climax. “where you want it at sweet girl?”

“i-inside…” without another word, jj went harder and faster until his cock erupted, spurts of cum shooting from his twitching tip. “fuck baby, did you like that?”

“yeah, i did”

“good girl, you made a mess.”

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more bsf!jj x sweetheart!reader here

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My first idea was in the request- but after that I have more I’ll send randomly. I would like to remain anonymous. 🌸 can I use this emoji to let you know it’s me?

ofccc !

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‘ Awkward Apologies ‘

dividers by:@ianrkives

authors note: i’m really hoping my smut writing is good because i genuinely don’t know how smut writers do it..

Summary: A few weeks ago when you and Chris thought you were gonna be home alone after matt left with nick, Unannounced Nick came back home early and walked in on you and Chris…

Contains: porn without plot, getting caught, ROUGHHH sex, nick being dramatic.

word count: 722

character count: 3271

4:57 PM

“Nick and I are heading out to grab some Cane's; we'll be back soon,” Matt announced, his voice full of annoyance as he jingled his keys and checked that his wallet was tucked securely in his pocket. Nick, a few steps behind, Just stood with a stupid smile on his face after bugging Matt about getting canes.

“Alrighty, it’s not like we’re even going anywhere so the door should be unlocked by the time you guys get here.” My was tone neutral since me and Chris were watching a movie on the TV.

5:25 PM

The bed creaked loudly under the weight of both our bodies

Chris pounds into you mercilessly as you moan louder. “couldn’t- fuck… FUCK y/n- couldn’t wait until they left..” Chris groaned and railed into you harder from behind.

He pushes your back down so it arches more somehow making him go deeper than before and making his cock hit magic spots you didn’t even know existed.

“Fuh- fuck!” You moaned, no screamed out in pure bliss. You swore sometimes you could feel his cock pick at your heart sometimes.

His Hand grips onto the headboard of his bed which was unbelievably hitting the wall hard. Most likely leaving a dent in it.

Almost hard enough to probably break the bed in general.

Our noises somehow grew louder and louder each and every second. The sheets practically were covered in sweat, drool, tears, and other substances.

The one thing we should’ve heard, we missed.

Nick opening the entrance door.

He most likely had already gotten an earful of unholy noises coming from Chris’s room starting from when he opened the door and passed his room.

6:01 PM

Nick started to approach Chris’s room, not even thinking about the unholy scene he was about to witness.

The doorknob twisted and opened to a very traumatized-looking Nick— “What the FUCK!”

Me and Chris quickly pulled our bodies apart from where they met and scrambled up the blankets to cover our nude bodies up.

“Nick why the fuck are you back so early?!” Chris yelled while covering himself up from being exposed to his brother.

“The real question is, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING?!” Nick screaming out of pure disgust and disdain.

“I thought you guys weren’t coming back until later on?!” I screamed, holding up the blanket over my bare breasts and lower body.

“You guys are legitimately fucking SICKENING.” Nick sternly spoke before slamming Chris’s door for us to do whatever we had to do after.

A day after

My thoughts continued to spiral around the fact Nick caught me and Chris in the most intimate way possible.

Every time we saw each other we couldn’t even look into each other’s eyes.

After begging Chris to take me to ShopRite to buy cake mix and frosting he finally agreed to do so.

“You realize he probably forgot already right?” Chris drove keeping one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh gently squeezing.

“That doesn’t matter Chris, that’s like saying I’d forget when you thought it’d be a good idea to put paper towels in the oven.” My voice still a bit worn out from the acts that happened a day prior. “Those two things literally don’t correlate at all.”

“—Thats not the point..!” I didn’t yell loud enough to be considered screaming just loud enough to be considered as whiny.

Back at the house, 2:37 PM

Chris helped me bake the cake while Nick was still out at a meeting, Matt was asleep probably not going to wake up until 3:00.

We frosted it and put writing on it so the apology wasn’t as verbal since it’d be a bit awkward saying it out loud.

4:06 PM

Nick was finally back in the house, I waited till I heard him go upstairs and close his door before running to the kitchen and opening the fridge.

I left the casing on so nothing spilt and I went straight up to Nick’s room. I quietly knocked waiting for him to open the door.

The opened and I handed him the cake with a fork, “M’sorry nick..” my apology sounded sincere and heartfelt.

“Yeah yeah I forgive you—“ He hugged you to show that he actually forgave you before pausing and saying something else.

“But next time I even HEAR the smallest bit of you guys fucking i’m gonna kill myself.”

“Nicolas!”

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[jjsloverre]

i’ll release the bsf!jj fic tmr cause i want to make it long and i’m tired so!

[jjsloverre]

it wouldn’t let me answer correctly but send any requests or ideas for this cause i would LOVE to write this🙂‍↕️

Yes than you for answering about the request!!!

I would love a JJ story where they are married and he wants to get her pregnant so bad. He tracks her cycles and tries to get pregnant accordingly- all with her consent. He wants to see her pregnant carrying his baby.

Maybe the pregnancy is hard or something and he is there every step- basically treats her like a princess and still gives into her desires through the pregnancy. Sometimes he begs because he needs it so bad or she does the same. He literally can’t live without her by his side. Love if he calls her baby mama or mama.. I have a million ideas if you want them??

Give me some hawt Jj! Thank you!!! Love the text messages. Your story telling rocks! 🩷🩷

[jjsloverre]

Yes than you for answering about the request!!!

I would love a JJ story where they are married and he wants to get her pregnant so bad. He tracks her cycles and tries to get pregnant accordingly- all with her consent. He wants to see her pregnant carrying his baby.

Maybe the pregnancy is hard or something and he is there every step- basically treats her like a princess and still gives into her desires through the pregnancy. Sometimes he begs because he needs it so bad or she does the same. He literally can’t live without her by his side. Love if he calls her baby mama or mama.. I have a million ideas if you want them??

Give me some hawt Jj! Thank you!!! Love the text messages. Your story telling rocks! 🩷🩷

[jjsloverre]

1000 NOTES AHHH TYYYY

blurb of jj rough fucking you in his new bed

includes… heavy smut, unprotected p in v (don’t do that) oral, (fem!receiving) overstimulation, ROUGHHH sex

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“thought you said you were waiting until you asked me to be your girlfriend hm?” jj pounds into you mercilessly as you moan louder. “couldn’t- fuck… FUCK baby- couldn’t hold back..” jj muttered and railed you even harder.

jj suddenly pulls out, before you could whine, jj connects his lips to your puffy clit and eats you out with abandon. as you reach your high, he plunges his two digits into your sopping pussy roughly, earning another orgasm out of you. “baby.. too much” you whimpered.

“not done yet mama.” he smirked as he suddenly rammed back into your cunt, fucking you rougher and rubbing tight circles on your clit. “you’re so tight and wet… fuck- tell me where you want my nut at baby.” he lifted your legs over his shoulders, making his cock hit magic spots you didn’t even know existed.

jj kept hitting those spots with each thrust until he brung you to the edge. “FUCK JJ!” you screamed and came on his cock, hard. he fucked you roughly through your orgasm, causing you to have another one and let out gushing liquid from your spasming pussy.

“fuck baby that’s all i need, shit that’s it right there.” his thrusts became more erratic as he neared his climax. “where you want it at sweet girl?”

“i-inside…” without another word, jj went harder and faster until his cock erupted, spurts of cum shooting from his twitching tip. “fuck baby, did you like that?”

“yeah, i did”

“good girl, you made a mess.”

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[jjsloverre]

Do you take request for baby daddy jj? Well more like husband jj finding out his princess is pregnant?? Or getting her pregnant? 💕

HELL YEA 😛 i wanna work on this right now..😭😭

[jjsloverre]

he’s so fine i just can’t

I'm still here

[jjsloverre]

‘𝑜𝒽 𝓂𝓇 𝒸𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒶𝓂 𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽?’

༯ Summary: After a fight with his dad on valentines eve, mr cupid decides to direct JJ to your house

༯ the cupids enchantings event

a/n: had fun writing this :)) lowk had me smiling giggling and kicking my feet 🤭

༯ Content warning: Child abuse, cringey confessions lmao, descriptions of blood and wounds, possibly too much detail in reader disinfecting JJs wounds 😅, not explicit but just long, overall fluffy.

JJ’s feet were moving. Just moving. He had no idea where he should go, Kiara’s parents would never let him in. John B was gone off wherever for the night. Heyward would maybe let him stay over, but they were too far and it was pouring outside.

Then, while walking he spotted an all too familiar cabin like house. Surprisingly looking nice and in good condition for being on the cut. Flowers decorating the front yard, well kept and cared for grass that seemed to shine a bright green despite being dark and gloomy out.

The window at the front of the house was bright, illuminating a bit of the front yard and JJ could see your form sitting on the couch. As if the light and your presence was guiding him, he found himself just in front of your door without even realizing it.

You and JJ were part of the same friend group, however not particularly close. JJ always tried to keep his distance from you- ‘no pogue on pogue macking’ is what he always said, although he started doubting the rule whenever he was close to you. JJ cared to much for his ego so he would rather ignore you then risk his feelings getting the better of him. Everyone caught onto the fact he was avoiding you- it was painfully obvious. But JJ constantly brushed it off as if they were overthinking.

JJ sucked in a deep breath as he stood outside your door. The pain in his cheek, nose and forehead was overbearing and he had a particularly bad cut on his cheek. He glanced over your figure that was sat on the couch, your knees brought up to your chest as you watched TV and stirred whatever drink you had. He almost felt too bad to knock at your door- you two weren’t particularly close and here he was about to bother you with his issues. But just as his mind decided his body was going to turn and walk away, his body retaliated and knocked on your door, no backing down now.

JJ could hear and see the illuminated light move as you got up, probably confused as to who would be knocking on your door not only in this weather but at this time of night. His breath caught in his throat once he heard the door unlock and open.

Your breath also caught in your throat- not necessarily at seeing JJ of all people at your door, but at seeing the state he was in. Bloody nose and forehead. His cheek bleeding too much to be left by itself. And the realization that this was most likely the work of his father. How a father could do that to their own son? you had no idea.

You sighed, quickly knowing what this situation was, attempting to hide the pity in your eyes as to not bother JJ. “C’mon..” You mumbled. Moving out of the way and motioning with your head for JJ to come in.

The blonde reluctantly walked in. For some reason not expecting you to seem so… calm. Maybe it was just his anxiety talking and saying that you’d be upset at him for disrupting your peace. “Sorry.. just.. had nowhere to go..” JJ grumbled as he took his hat off and fiddled with it in his hands. His hair messily falling over his face.

You walked past him and into your kitchen, not understanding why he was apologizing. “It’s fine, better here than some random place or your house.” You said, giving JJ a soft smile as you grabbed some cloth from a drawer and a variety of disinfectant sprays, followed by bandages. “Want a hot chocolate maybe? Got some strawberry hot chocolate for valentines.” You offered, trying to ease the discomfort in the room.

“Uh.. yeah. Sure.” JJ said, attempting to appear nonchalant despite the fact your presence was making his heart do leaps. The way you effortlessly eased the tension, the way your presence was free of any slight hint of annoyance, the way your presence was filled with silent understanding and care.

“K, made with water or milk?” You asked. Setting the disinfectant items down on the counter to reach up for a cup.

JJ’s brows furrowed slightly at your suggestion. Milk? why the hell would you use milk? “Waters fine.” He said, smiling awkwardly as he shifted his weight onto one of his legs, standing in one place as if you’d get mad at him for moving.

You looked over at him, smiling softly as you chuckled. “You can come over?” You said as if it was a question. Flicking the kettle on. You watched him walk into your rather small, isle like kitchen, leaning your back into the counter and crossing your arms across your chest.

JJ eyed your kitchen. It was nicely organized and had not new items, rather old ones, but you clearly took care of them. He stopped just next you, placing his hat down onto the counter as he mimicked your own position. “So ah uh… what are you watching?” He asked dumbly, as if the sound of mean girls wasn’t very much clear in the background.

You chuckled, leaning up off the counter and towards the cabinet as the water started boiling. “Mean Girls.” You replied simply, well aware of how awkward JJ felt. After all, the two of you weren’t close.

You grabbed a small, pink chocolate heart out of a pack of four, one now two due to your own hot chocolate and JJ’s own, and put the pack away. Turning back to the kettle you pulled out a mug from the rack of drying dishes. “Wanna watch something else?” You asked. At the click of the kettle, signifying it was finished boiling, you took it off its little plate and poured it into a mug, following by dropping the chocolate heart into it.

“No- it’s fine.” He said, watching your movements and how the heart of chocolate, tinged with the flavour of Strawberry, started melting into the cup.

You hummed as a reply. Handing JJ his mug and grabbing your tools for cleaning JJ’s wounds. “Come,” You said simply as you made way for the living room. You stopped at your couch, turning on the lamp that rested on the couch side table. Sitting down you rested your back against the arm of the couch, sprawling out the items in front of you.

JJ sat down on the other side of the small couch, criss-cross applesauce style, looking at the array of bandages and disinfectant stuff. He felt that they were un-needed, but he knew that it’d be useless to say no. So he simply let you arrange your stuff. He took the cloth from your hands once you handed it to him, looking at you questionably. “Hold it onto your cheek to stop or lessen the bleeding.” You said simply with a small smile.

JJ did as you said. Wincing at the feeling but holding down nevertheless. His eyes glanced to the tv that was the only other thing, next to the bedside lamp, illuminating the room. His eyes trailed back down to you. You were pouring a bit of Hydrogen Peroxide disinfectant onto a smaller cloth. The other items you had were baby wipes, bandages and white petroleum lotion. JJ couldn’t help but smirk at your dedication to cleaning his stupid wounds. Always so thoughtful.

After about a minute you pulled out a baby wipe, smiling softly as you reached up to pull his arm down and started cleaning the blood and guck around the wounds, being particularly careful on his cheek. JJ glanced down awkwardly, attempting to ignore how his heart fluttered in his chest.

Next, you picked up the cloth with the disinfectant. “It might sting a bit.” You warned before placing it down onto his cheek. JJ almost flinched away but didn’t, instead hissing in a breath. You gently wiped at the wounds before bringing the cloth down and folding it. Grabbing the bottle of disinfectant and spraying it on all three wounds.

JJ flinched again, moving away from the spray. “Jesus is all that really necessary?” He asked as he ignored the irritation swelling on the wounds that mixed with a stinging sensation.

You chuckled at his words, letting the spray sit for a couple seconds before bringing the cloth up to wipe away all the pus and guck that started forming on top the wound. “Yes it is. So that it can prevent infection.”

JJ couldn’t help the blush that formed on his face as he finally looked at you. Seeing the unyielding focus and care in your eyes. He could feel the warmth of your body on his and you were the closest you ever were to him. His heart did flips when he heard your quiet sigh as you pulled away the cloth and reach down for the white petroleum lotion.

You opened the cap of the lotion and poured a bit onto your finger. Closing the lid with your knee you plopped the bottle back down, dapping your other finger into the small bit on the tip of your right pointer finger, before diverting your attention back up. You smiled as you locked eyes with him; missing the way he was looking at you with nothing but love and adoration.

You gently placed the bit of cream over the wound on his forehead, forming a thin layer. The white petroleum also stung a bit but not as much as the bloody hydrogen peroxide.

JJ watched you, admiring every bit of your face and focused expression. He was feeling himself grow increasingly more confident and wanting to do nothing but just say how he feels out loud in this exact moment.

You moved your finger back down to get a bit more of the lotion before placing it onto the wound on his nose. “Sorry if it hurts a bit, almost done. Just got your cheek next and then bandages.” You said, your voice half distracted with focus.

And that’s when it came out; “I love you.”

Ok, JJ had to admit that was a tad bit of dramatic- but it left his mouth before he could even think about it. The words left him in a quick breath. He gulped as he watched your eyes widen and your movements freeze. Your own breath catching in your throat. It took you a couple seconds to process what he said before you let out a breathy chuckle.

“Bullshit.” You said chuckled, dapping your finger into the lotion again, gathering more this time as you shifted to the wound on his cheek next. “You’re just feeling emotional because all the stuff that happened tonight.” You said simply. Attempting to ignore the way your brain was hoping he was being 100% honest. How much you yearned to be this close to him and hear him say those words.

JJ didn’t know what it was tonight, but he was feeling very bold in this moment. He leaned away from your touch just as you finished applying the thin layer. He took your hand in his as he looked at you with an expression more firm than before. “No. I mean it completely y/n- You just… have such a comforting presence and i’ve actually liked you for a long, long time but i didn’t wanna break my.. “No pogue on pogue macking” rule so i started avoiding you.. but right now i could care less about that stupid rule, honestly.” JJ rambled on, only stopping to catch his breath.

“But i mean it, so so much y/n. I really like you and.. i want to be with you.” He finished, his face flushing once he realized how out of character he was sounding- and how abrupt it was with a tad of dramatics.

You stared at him in shock, letting his words sink in. And once his words did finally sink in you had to bite back a grin. “Really?” You asked, hating yourself for sounding so giddy.

“Really.” He replied nodding. Now attempting to appear nonchalant. But he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face just as a wide one spread on yours and your lips landed on his in a matter of seconds.

Your hands found way to his face. Your touch gentle as to not hurt his bad cheek. JJ leaned into the kiss as his hand found your own cheek, rubbing soft circles onto the soft skin.

Once you two finally pulled away JJ looked down on you, a cheeky grin quickly forming on his face. You quickly grew a matching grin as you pulled away. Grabbing the bandages as you attempted to appear nonchalant. “You seem happy.” You teased. Looking back up at him to place a bigger bandage on his cheek.

“I would say you look equally as happy princess.” he teased back. Noticing the way your cheeks flushed even more at the nickname that he hasn’t used on you in forever.

“Well maybee you’re right.” You replied. Placing a medium sized bandage onto the wound on his forehead, followed by the smaller one on his nose.

Once you finished bandaging his wounds he took your hand in his, leaning down to place a kiss on your hand. “Ain’t nothing to be embarrassed about princess.” He said. Attempting to fluster you even more, however you weren’t having it.

“I guess you’re right. After all i wasn’t the one who rambled on like a weirdo.” You teased back, poking him in the chest with your finger. Smirking as you saw your attempt at flustering JJ work. You got up, throwing the stuff you used onto the couch side table. You then grabbed his hands and dragged him up, making way for the bigger couch that sat a couple feet away from the tv. “Now stop talking and watch the movie with me, I’ll restart it and it can be our own lil late valentines date.”

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