#▴𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 '𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

[sonofagvn]

006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . (eddie)

The strumming of the guitar echoed a familiar tune that caught JJ's attention; this music room had everything. Can he live here? That'd be dope. Walking up to the guy strumming, JJ gripped his headphones and nodded along. Once the song finished, the blonde furrowed his eyebrows - so damn impressed. "Duuuude..." Voice trailed as he glanced over at Eddie's guitar. "Metallica? My man!"

[spookyrealms]

For the story with jack i think a smutty story where maybe he is a little jealous would be so 🥵🥵

oh yessss! say no more anon I got you 🫶

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝟏𝟖+ - 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟔𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲/𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮…

She was giggling again, with him.

It had to be the third or fourth time now this reporter made you laugh, and it just made Jack's blood boil. The way you both shifted forward in their seats as you two laughed. The way you clutched your stomach and took deep breaths to calm yourself in order to answer the next question. That damn reporter continuing his cheesy one liners after your answers which only made you laugh more.

Jack was finding it nearly impossible to stand off to the side and watch this interview unfold in front of him. You were his girl after all, he wanted to be the only one to make you laugh like this, not some reporter for a little known car magazine he didn't even know the name of.

While the reporter looked down at his iPad to read over the next question he needed to ask, you eyes gravitated towards Jack. His right shoulder was leaning on a steel beam that was one of many in the open studio space. His body language emanated nothing but tension and distain. Something was clearly bothering him.

You flashed him a kind, closed-mouth smile, his jaw clenched in response. Yeah, he was pissed about something.

"Okay, last question," the reporter's words pulled your attention back to him. "What is your ultimate goal for your racing career?"

"To stay in one piece after each race." you deadpanned followed by a fit of laughter from both you and the reporter.

"Well that is a very good goal to have." the reporter said between chuckles.

You nodded in agreement as you dabbed tears of laughter from the corners of your eyes, you glanced at your boyfriend, he now had his arms crossed over his chest, maintaining his unamused posture.

"On a serious note, I'd love to accomplish a championship title. That would be incredible. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can podium at Le Mans before I retire as well." you answered honestly.

With a few parting words and a friendly handshake, the interview was over, and you and the reporter go your separate ways. Automatically, you exited the small studio set up and walked over to Jack, he still had a prominent frown on his face.

"What's wrong with your face?" you asked, a cheeky smile dancing upon your lips as you looked at your boyfriend.

Jack huffed as he stood upright. "I don't know, maybe because you were enjoying flirting with that reporter."

"Oh my god." you retorted, turning on your heels and walking to the small break room that was at the back of the studio space.

Jack was the jealous type, there's no denying that. Most of the time you found it hot, when he'd get protective and possessive of you any time another man looked at you any other way other than a simple passing glance. But this time it rubbed you the wrong way.

"Tell me I'm wrong then. He was totally flirting with you!" Jack chased after you, his large stride catching up to your much smaller one within a couple steps.

"He was doing his job Jack. We felt comfortable with each other, that's a lot more than I can say for most reporters I talk to." You pushed the break room door open, letting it swing closed but Jack caught it before it had a chance to shut.

"As your boyfriend I was not comfortable with it."

"You aren't happy with anyone of the opposite gender acknowledging my existence." you spat.

An audible gasp escaped your lips as you felt a strong hand turn you around quickly. Your body collided into Jack's, the split second movement caused your heart to race and goosebumps erupt on your skin.

Jack towered over your much shorter stature, his eyes were hooded, dark with desire and want, his body was still ridged but not with anger or discomfort, it was pure pleasure and need.

"You are mine, and no one else's." he growled, bowing his head to meet your lips, devouring them in a dominating yet passionate kiss.

The kiss felt like electricity that jolted through your entire body. It was just one kiss but the effect this man had on you was instantaneous. His pent up desire had now transferred to you and all you could think about was the throbbing heat between your legs yearning for him.

Jack knew you were already at that point and had you laying flat on your back across the small sofa that was in the room.

"Jack, what if someone walks in?" you raised your head slightly to watch your boyfriend fiddle with your jeans before pulling them down your legs.

"Then they can watch." he grumbled.

You laughed slightly at his reply, the worry of someone actually walking in and seeing you two was quickly erased when you felt Jack's warm tongue glide across your folds. The feeling caused your back to arch and legs fall open.

Jack hummed against you, a response to the taste he got from your center. He used his tongue again to glide along your slit, from your sopping wet entrance up to your sensitive bud. There he flicked your bud with the tip of his tongue before clamping his lips down onto it and sucking. His facial hair tickled the sensitive skin between your legs, even the slightest feeling caused you to jump.

Instinctively, your hand went to his hair, gripping it slightly as he switch back and forth between sucking and flicking your bud. Each second a new wave of pleasure washed over you, demanding a symphony of moans to flow from your mouth.

You could feel your wetness growing, your core throbbing for him. It was an ache so deep within your core that it caused you to whine just thinking about his cock filling every inch of you.

"Jack please..." you said barely above a whisper.

Jack heard you but continued to flick his tongue wildly on your aching bud. "Please what?" he said, barely lifting his mouth from your wet core.

You moaned again. "I need you..."

This time Jack answered right away. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you, what was that?"

He anchored himself to your bud, sucking at it and pulling it slightly with his lips, a feeling that had you speechless for a moment. This man knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"I fucking need you right now!" you blurted, unable to control the words that flew from your mouth.

Jack pulled his mouth from your core with a loud popping sound. He sat up, a smug smile plastered on his face as he began to undo his belt and pants, eyes locked with yours. You panted heavily, heart racing, hyper focused on Jack and every move he made.

When his cock sprang free from its confines you felt your breath hitch followed by a frustrated groan. You wanted him so badly in this moment, every second he took felt like an eternity.

"Wow someone is needy." Jack teased.

"Says that man who was just whining about another man having my attention for five minutes." you countered, knowing that would stoke his fire.

It sure did. Jack's eyes darkened and he bent you over the back of the couch with one fluid movement. Before you had a chance to speak you felt his cock fill your core. A loud gasp chased by a moan escaped your lips as you gripped the top of the couch with both hands.

As in control as Jack was, there was still attentiveness and passion behind it. He paused for a moment, making sure you weren't tense and nothing was wrong, then once he was confident you were well adjusted he began to buck into you.

The speed and the accuracy behind each stroke caused you lips to part and your brain to go fuzzy. He knew all the best places to hit and all the best positions to put you in. He even knew throwing you half bent over the top of the couch would turn you on even more because you loved getting it from behind.

A chorus of moans echoed through the room, there was no way anyone outside didn't hear the two of you. But you couldn't care less. Caught in a pleasure high so perfect you lost track of time and space, the only thing that pulled you back down to Earth was the prickling feeling of your climax building within you.

"Oh fuck... Jack I'm gonna cum." you breathed between moans.

Jack's rhythmic strokes turned into deep thrusts that had you holding onto the couch for support. The change in rhythm caused your climax to come washing over you far faster than you anticipated.

"Jack!" you screamed, the scream coming purely from pleasure as you road your climax to the finish line.

Behind you, you could hear Jack grunt and groan a few times, his climax coming shortly after yours.

The two of you remained in your positions, both immobile while breathing heavily, trying to recover from the insane pleasure high.

"Bet no other man can do you like that." Jack stated, smacking your right ass cheek before pulling himself free from your core.

"mmm no you're right about that," you agreed, letting yourself sink back down onto the couch, making eye contact with Jack as he nodded. "But that reporter was pretty funny." you teased.

Jack huffed and rolled his eyes but a small satisfied smirk could be seen on his lips as he patted your outer thigh. "Don't start." he warned with a small chuckle followed by placing a soft kiss on your left temple.

Jokes aside; you were his, and he was yours, and that was that.

[ekuudarlin]

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭¡𝐜𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞.

1. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’�� 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

2. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: 𝐘/𝐍 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐁 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐁: 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬? 𝐘/𝐍: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤? ;)

3. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨: 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

4. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝.

5. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲/𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲/𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.

[theshyspy]

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𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭: 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬/𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬/𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐠: 𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬!🦢

𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐨𝟑/𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 (𝐞.𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬)

𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧: 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐤𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝: 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬-

𝜗𝜚 - 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩!

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠: 𝐠𝐚𝐬-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬ᯓᡣ𐭩

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫ᯓᡣ𐭩

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞ᯓᡣ𐭩

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𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠:

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞-𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜/𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜, 𝐩𝐫𝐨-𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐠𝐲𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟, 𝐧𝐞𝐨-𝐧*𝐳𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐛𝐥𝐦, 𝐩*𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞/𝐩𝐫*𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐚/𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞.

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬ᯓᡣ𐭩 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

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𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲: @𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚 (@anitalenia)

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

(𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞)

[sonofagvn]

" were you flirting with me? "

Eyebrows rose when Sarah asked that bold question, and JJ felt his stomach lurch. Was he? Shit. But, at the same time - she's Sarah Cameron. What pogue (didn't) try to flirt with her at some point? Hell, he even did once upon a time but things were way different now. These two had history. Through hell and back with their crew, they've been through it all. But, sometimes feelings change. Situations no longer linger and life throws you curveballs.

Arms resting on the counter as he leaned over, JJ pondered his response because he had no idea whether he needed to be careful or not. Digits digging through his own blonde locks as he scratched at his scalp underneath his cap. "I'll bite," he responded, faking his confidence. "Okay, Queen Cameron. What if I was?" He tested her, his focus completely on her. And he'd be lying if he said he could snap out of whatever trance Sarah always traps him in.

[sonofagvn]

" what happened between you two, anyway? "

Finishing the beer, JJ's eyes closed as he focused on chugging the rest. A deep inhale, followed by an exhaled sigh of frustration before crushing the can in his grip. His eyes set on Sarah, anger resonating from him in an almost tangible wave. "What's to say?" He snapped without pause; trying to hide the fear that ran through him. "Life." He spat, voice laced with venom. "Life is what happened, alright?" Eyes finally turned to Sarah, giving her eye contact finally. Truth be told, JJ had a whole bunch of other shit to worry about and it's been months since he and Kie even really conversed with one another.

Yet, the constant was always Sarah. Almost daily, they'd check up on one another. And JJ appreciated that, counting on her always. He just hated re-reading old chapters that turned his heart into stone. It'd take a whole lot for him to open up about how he really felt about things.

[sonofagvn]

[ blonde ]  what is your favorite type of music? favorite artist? favorite song? [ lime ]  describe yourself as a character / mix of characters you've always related to the most. [ emerald ]  bonus round: coffee or tea? morning or night? extroverted or introverted? hot or cold? fruits or vegetables? sweet or salty? [ mauve ]  give one random headcanon about your muse [ mulberry ]  what tips would you give someone with writer's block? [ fuchsia ]  bonus round: angst or fluff? one-liners or paras? plotting or winging it? memes or starter calls? single muse or multimuse?

[ blonde ]  what is your favorite type of music? favorite artist? favorite song?

Godddd, I think everyone hates this question. 💀 It varies. I love a lot of genres including rock, rap, pop, r&b. Favorite artists include...Nirvana, I Prevail, Big Sean, A$AP Mob, Rihanna, De La Soul, Lorde, Cranberries. So many more but don't get me started. Favorite songs include...All Apologies, Bounce Back, Zombies, Shabba, Team.

[ lime ]  describe yourself as a character / mix of characters you've always related to the most.

Damn, I never thought about it. Ummmm. I'm probably a mix of Bear from Reservation Dogs and the way RZA is portrayed in Wu Tang's show.

[ emerald ]  bonus round: coffee or tea? morning or night? extroverted or introverted? hot or cold? fruits or vegetables? sweet or salty?

Coffee all day. Night owl forever. Introverted af. Hot. Fruits. Sweet.

[ mauve ]  give one random headcanon about your muse

Actually does want to get his shit together but currently afraid to ask how. Hopeless romantic even though he shrugs it off 9.9x out of 10.

[ mulberry ]  what tips would you give someone with writer's block?

MUSIC. Preferably music with no vocals. So, listen to your favorite game/movie soundtracks. Also, for me, watching shows/movies helps kickstart my muse, too. If nothing works, that's your brain telling you to take a break and get some air. In that case, a walk or a run does the job. Or a good work-out.

[ fuchsia ]  bonus round: angst or fluff? one-liners or paras? plotting or winging it? memes or starter calls? single muse or multimuse?

Both? I'm 50/50. Too much of one or the other isn't always the best idea.

Paras for sure but one-liners is fun as well when you just want to vibe and not put into too much energy atm.

Winging it is the best but I'm not against plotting if my wp prefers that.

This blog is a single muse. I was debating turning it into a multimuse but decided against it. But, maybe in the future I'll make a multimuse blog. I'm still pretty new to tumblr rp so I'm trying to get my feet wet still.

[sonofagvn]

027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes .

JJ fiddled with the bait, his eyes darting around the horizon of the still lake. He had been trying to ignore the troubles within his life, but he was distracted by the blonde woman nearby. Her posture was slumped and her gaze seemed... distant. It wasn't hard for JJ to tell she was dealing with something similar. Even though a lot of people would put him under the umbrella of "wild boy" with no heart, his friends knew that was never the case.

He cleared his throat, gathering up a bit of courage before shakily calling out to her. "Planning to catch some big ones today?" he said, cracking a slight smirk. "That is if you're into fishing…or know how…or…" His voice trailed off as embarrassment set in, and he quickly shook his head, trying to recover from his mistake. “Not that I'm saying you don't know how," he mumbled meekly before finally introducing himself. "I'm JJ." His cheeks flushed as he hooked his bait onto the line and cast it out, potentially fumbling the bag of gaining a new friend.