#bff jj

[onsunnyside]

thinking of JJ teaching you how to kiss 🥺 starting off with little pecks that slowly drag into short kisses. you try hard to follow his lead, but your inexperience is so painfully obvious 😖

this drabble has been turned into a fic 😋 here’s the masterlist: what friends are for

allow me to set the scene: it’s movie night at the chateau, beers and snacks litter the floor, everyone is tucked under blankets as the opening credits flicker on the television screen.

as the marathon went on, JJ couldn’t help but notice that you’d look away during the sex scenes. as your best friend, he knew you weren’t the most experienced, but kissing? “You’ve never been kissed?”

You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says different. He easily pulls your hands away from your face, “it’s just not what I was expecting.”

“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”

And like you expected, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”

Cute?

“It’s adorable.” He coos, pinching your cheek, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”

ooohh and when he kisses you: it’s so sweet, so tender. he tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look. he’s slow and steady, pressing his forehead against yours while you take a break.

“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.”

One of his hands slip behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?”

You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.”

How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over, and make you into a pretty mess. So he connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

The unmistakable wet noises make you a little tingly 😖 along with him tilting your head to kiss you deeper. “You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck, your fingers automatically curl in his blond hair and draw a low groan from his throat.

That’s when you go completely dumb, totally thoughtless, all concerns flying out of your mind and joining the blue birds above your heads.

JJ pulls away, voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” you exhale heavily, heart fluttering in your chest. “I’m not good at this yet.”

His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice.”

I just know he’d offer to teach you other things too, all in the realm of pleasure and intimacy 😌

some over the clothes touching, getting hot and heavy in your bedroom after he sneaked in through the window:

“You gotta keep quiet, baby,” he coos, rubbing your swollen clit through your panties, your juices soaking the poor cotton, “I know it feels good, feels real nice when I play with your pretty pussy, huh?” He can only imagine how you’d taste, “Are you paying attention? You’re gonna have to show me what you learnt after we’re done.”

[itagakimizuki]

[lydiaas]

S01E03 - S03E08

[theprettiestchandaleir]

Something I noticed in islands of wakfu is that the insides of orgonax have the same/similar like mechanic stuff as the eliatropes and that qilby even had a like thing on the wall about how orgonax works got me thinking.

Like what if before the war qilby and orgonax couldve been close (a hc of mine aswell) and qilby was taught about how the mechasm heart works how his inner workings work (explaining how qilby has that thing on the wall) and also taught him how to use there tech which is how qilby came up with the zinit as a species without like space faring technology at the time hell make the betrayal worse if orgonax and qilby planned the zinit together which honestly could work because In the zinit there is a painting of orgonax on the wall where he’s peaceful if qilby would twist the story to have the mechasm be the bad guys it wouldn’t make sense for that to be there unless it was already there.

Like orgonax could have helped make it for his friend to help him and allow him to travel space like himself but they didn’t have a correct power source so that’s why eventually qilby steals orgonaxs heart to power the zinit.

[sethnorth]

JJ Gale v. Luke Jacobs

[maybanksbabe]

r fucking j in the backseat of the twinkie while s and jb are upfront and that makes s super horny and now she’s touching herself and jb just has to make it home and focus on the road

Poor JB 😂😭 what a vision though

[livsthetruth]

I was definitely one of the people making fun of the fact that Jordan didn't react to Billy's death at all and it was terrible acting but I was on my grief episodes rewatch and yeah the acting was still trash but you also realize that nobody fucking asked him. Like he was failed when it came to support through his grief real bad. He wasn't supported properly. Nobody tried to get him to actually stop with the distractions and actually get him to face it. Nobody asked him or got him to see what he was doing was all in his grief. He was just enabled in his own behavior. Spencer's support was the opposite. Nobody was enabling him in his own distraction and deflection. They wouldn't let him. Spencer's mom, Dillon, Coop and therapist were not having it. Saw it for what it was, called it unhealthy, said he was deflecting and grabbed him by the neck. Jordan was deflecting and distracting exactly like Spencer but because his way of distracting himself was so mundane and harmless like tryna fix a table/fridge/open a box, it was easier for the ones around him to be like okay well let's let him just do that and not talk about it. Don't ask him. Let him keep busy. If he wants to distract himself with all of that irrelevant and stupid shit, let's leave him to it. He was acting like what he needs right now is help with those every day things and that's how you're helping him. But really you're just helping him with the distraction. Nobody actually helped him IN HIS GRIEF. They just enabled his distractions. He was actively just running from his pain. By the end of it, he was left unhealed. He wasn't feeling better, he wasn't being helped, he had a lot of pain he was holding onto by himself and only shared it when he finally got to be alone with Spencer. He did not face or deal with a damn thing. That's why he was the LAST ONE, Jordan was the unsupported one.

[kolsmikaelson]

i’m just going to say it, jj and kiara as a couple is so bland. give her a girlfriend or him a boyfriend!! but jj and kiara as best friends, immaculate.

[averagetmntfan]

Having a gay flashback

*ahem*

story time, I guess?

Ok so basically, I was on the bus. Sounds boring right? Well, yeah I kinda was. BUT WE WERE GOING ON A FIELD TRIP!! Or uh..maybe we were coming back from it.

Either way, me and my bff were sitting next to eachother. Js chilling and stuff

and u yk what happened?

She leaned on me.

like, leaned her head on my shoulder.

And back then, I FOOLISHLY MOVED AWAY. LIKE- WTF LIL ME?! U HAD GAME, U HAD RIZZ!!

I think I kinda moved away cuz..I was shocked? Cuz I think I was developing a deeper crush on her and stuff blah blah blah

I regret it to this day.

IT HAUNTS ME.

[strongermonster]

the biggest downside to buying anime/game/etc waifu figurines second-hand is worrying if she was some dudes hotglue toy before i got her

[blujayonthewing]

impossible to imagine myself as an adult named jessica tbqh

[offjumpoladulkittiporn]

ploypach patting the twins' heads as she asks them if they're okay is so cute 🥰🫰

[maybanksbabe]

jj and jb seeing the girls sleeping naked on the couch cus they got tired and fell asleep last night so the guys wake them up with head

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 WHAT I WOULDNT GIVE -

The way you couldn't be sure if Iit was just a really good dream or something more but when you wake up and see JJ's blonde head of hair between your legs you know it's so much better than just a wet dream 🥵🥵

[starkeyisthelastname]

Lily’sMasterlist Part One✨🌺

Long awaited. Here you are my gorgeous angels! ���️✨ Don’t worry, Dealer!Rafe and Stepbro!Rafe will have their own! 😘

Rafe Cameron

Rafe Fingers You With Those Thick Digits

Rafe Fucking Topper’s Girlfriend

Causal Dominance With Rafe

Secret Relationship with Sarah’s BFF

Rafe Fucks You Next To His Passed Out Girlfriend

Rafe Fucking Topper’s Girlfriend In Topper’s Bed

Rafe Talks Reader Through First Time

Rafe Cums In JJ’s Girlfriend

Being Loud To Show Off What’s His

Rafe Sees You Wearing JJ’s Hoodie

Rafe Cameron’s Maid

Rafe Takes Your Virginity

Fucking JJ’s On And Off Girlfriend At The Boneyard

Rafe Tells You What To Wear When You Dress Like A Slut

Rumored That Rafe Cameron Has A Big Dick

Rafe Gives You That Good Dick

You Get Jealous During Threesome

Needy+Ovulating

Birthday Sex

Aftercare With Rafe After Rough Sex

Virgin Reader Gives Rafe Head

Frat Boy!Rafe Has A Huge Dick

Frat Boy!Rafe Takes You Out On A Date

Frat Boy!Rafe Fucks Nerdy Reader

Rafe Eats Virgin Reader Out Roughly

Shower Sex With Rafey

Clingy Rafe

Rafe Comforts You When Your Friends Bail

Shy Reader Is Wild In Bed

Rough Drunk Sex

Rafe Constantly Fucking You Behind Sofia’s Back

Calling Rafe By Another Name As A Prank

Brat Fixing

Rafe Has Had Enough Of Your Drunk Shit

Rafe Ruins Virgin Reader

Riding Rafe While He Drives The Druthers

Missionary

You Walk In On Rafe Jerkin Off

Rafe Roughly Finger Fucks Virgin Reader

Backshots

First Time Anal

Throat Training With His Fingers

Virgin Reader Squirts

Sucking Rafe Off Under The Table

You Ask Rafe To Feel His Dick When It’s Soft

You Feel Him Soft Again

Rafe Gives You Dick To Calm You Down

Teaching You How To Ride Big Dick

Sexy Polaroids

Throat Fucking

Cockwarming with Rafey

Season 3 Rafe Is A Munch

Aftercare With Mean Rafe

Asking Rafe To Put A Bow On It

Choking Kink

Mean Rafe Eats Shy Virgin Reader Out

Mean Rafe Overstimulates You

Pussy Spanking

Sitting On His Face

Rafe And His Possessive Ass

Sarah Catches You Fucking Her Brother

Rafe Doesn’t Like It When You Slow Down

Titty Fucking

Rafe Eats Virgin Reader Out

Rafe Handles Everything For You

Rafe Fucks His Son’s Girlfriend

Fucking His Son’s Girlfriend Again

Rafe Fucking His Girlfriend’s Sister

Phone Sex With Rafe

Mean Rafe Fucks Sarah’s Virgin Friend

Rafe Loves To Keep Filling You Up

Rafe’s Doll Of A Girlfriend

Between Classes At Kook Academy

You Are Always Cock Drunk

Hot And Messy

Rafe Loves Your Tits When You Ride Him

Tutoring Rafe And He Can’t Concentrate

Plus Size Reader

Crybaby Reader

Best Friend’s Dad Rafe Breeds You

Midsummers

Rafe Puts You In A Headlock While Fucking You

Shower Sex+Size Kink

Hot Morning Sex With Rafe

Rafe Loves Booty 😜

Drewsph

Drew Gives You A Baby

You and Drew’s Relationship

Selfie Turned BlowJob

Dirty Hotel Sex

Pussy Eating

Barbados Fun

Paris Fun With Drew

Making Love To Drew In Paris

Quick Morning Sesh

Fluffy Moments With Drew

Drew Worships You

Disney With Drew

[vanimeiy]

[callsign-fox]

You Can Have Me - Rafe

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader (Jj's twin sister)

** MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU ARE NOT UP TO DATE**

18+ ONLY!!

Written with the help of my darling BFF @fanficgirl429

This is my first dip into OBX and I am not disappointed in myself :P Leave some love if you like it xo

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I jolted awake, the torment of my latest nightmare abruptly dissipating. The early morning sunlight caressed my skin as it filtered through the delicate white curtains. The movement beside me anchored me to the reality that I was home in North Carolina, secure, if only for the moment. 

“You good?” Kie asked beside me in a sleepy tone.

My body resisted as I cast aside the comforter and compelled myself to rise from the bed.

“I don’t think ‘good’ is the right word,” I muttered, grabbing my sports bra from the floor and moving toward the bathroom. 

She mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out before rolling away from me. 

Upon our return from Morocco, the stark reality of having lost both our home and business hit us with overwhelming force. Rafe Cameron, who seemed the most improbable of heroes, extended the hospitality of his beachfront home to us pogues. John B would say this was a gesture to Sarah and the fact Rafe would soon be an uncle. Conversely, Sarah claims it was because of me. I chose to ignore her. 

It may be difficult to comprehend, but experiencing homelessness was not the most distressing event of the past month. Upon our return home, we found ourselves one member short of our original group. My sole family member, my twin brother, is now lost to me permanently. My heart has been irreparably broken, as the only true family I ever knew was taken away by our estranged and unstable father.

I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried. 

It has been more than three weeks since that happened. While I have not fully come to terms with the loss of a significant part of myself, I have become emotionally numb to it. I could not endure another expression of sympathy or inquiry about my well-being from anyone in the community. With that being said, for the past week, I have rarely stepped outside the small room that Kie and I shared.

I brushed my teeth and then swiftly threw my hair up in a loose ponytail. Once I was done, I grabbed some running shorts and paired it with a loose tee, desperate to release endorphins. 

“I’m going for a run, I’ll be back in an hour.” 

The door was already shut but I smiled at the muffled ‘be careful’ from Kie. 

My sneakers slid on effortlessly, and before anyone had the chance to engage me in conversation, I exited. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I halted suddenly, intrigued by the sound of music coming from one of the open garages. It was a quarter past seven, and we were not particularly a lively bunch this early in the day.

As I approached the open door, Rafe came into sight. He was standing there, humming to the music, dressed in a snug white t-shirt and boxers. A wave of butterflies stirred in my stomach at the mere sight of him, evoking a mix of confusion and excitement within me. He glanced up from the bike, removing the black grease from his fingers onto his shirt.

“Y/N, hey.” 

I smiled at him as I leaned against the frame to the garage. “Hey Rafe.” 

A week prior to our departure for Morocco, I had spent hours wrapped up in this man. His skin pressed against mine, his lips caressing every inch of my body. The mere recollection of those moments left me feeling lightheaded. However, since our return, our communication had dwindled to almost nothing. I stood at the door to his bedroom one night, desperate to feel him inside of me again, but terrified of being denied. I went to bed tense and alone. 

My body yearned for him once more as he gazed at me with his deep ocean blue eyes. It was evident that he was attempting to decipher my thoughts, his eyes narrowing while I remained silent.

“Are you ok?” he asked, leaning on his bike. 

I pulled myself from the trance and stepped further into the garage. “Please don’t ask me that, I’m sick of people asking me that.” 

He cocked his head to the side before dropping a tool in his toolbox. “Fine. Am I allowed to ask if you are having a good morning?” 

“I am so far, but maybe check back later as things can change at any given moment. I’m going to go for a run.” 

Rafe nodded and reached down for something I couldn’t see. “Cool, cool. I would have thought maybe you were going to the shooting range or something.” 

I decided it was best to play dumb. “Why would I be going to a shooting range?” 

His hand resurfaced holding a black gun. 

Shit. 

I looked at the gun then back at him. I was careless, and couldn’t remember where I’d left. It must have been in the back of his truck. “I can explain.” 

“I actually have a few questions. One, where the fuck did you get this? And two, are you insane?” 

This wasn’t at all how I was hoping this morning would go. “Look, I know how to use it. I’ve been practicing.” 

“Oh, you know how to use it? That makes me feel much better,” he laughed, removing the clip and putting it back into the bag he pulled it out of. “What are you doing, Y/N? Are you planning on going and killing Groff yourself?” 

“Why not?” 

Rafe’s eyes widened as he straddled the bike. “For fuck sake, Y/N.” 

I moved closer, standing right beside him and the bike. “Why not, Rafe? I don’t want anyone else hurt, and we know he isn’t above killing his own children let alone my friends. I can do this, I have to do this!”

“And what if he kills you first?” 

As if I didn’t think about that. “That’s definitely a possibility.” 

“A possibility…” He had that crazed look we all knew so well. “Do you even know where he is?” He asked, clearly irritated as he rubbed his eyes. 

His question surprised me. “No, I don’t.” 

Rafe nodded, then reached for a wrench in his toolbox. “Alright…” 

I leaned forward trying to catch his gaze, “Alright what?” 

“Once you know where he is, you let me know.”  

This time I laughed. “Why would I do that, you’d try and stop me.”

“I won’t. When you know where he is, I’ll go with you and we’ll kill the son of a bitch.” 

I stood there silent for a moment, confused at the sharp turn the conversation just took. He continued on his bike as if no words had just been exchanged. Like neither of us were just perfectly ok with committing murder three seconds ago. 

“Rafe…I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“You didn’t ask, I volunteered.” 

He threw the wrench back into the box and reached out to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into him. “I’m supposed to be the crazy one, but right now you’re scaring me a little.” 

My hand instinctively reached for his abdomen, applying a gentle pressure against his muscles.

“You scare me too.” 

An unexpected rush of life filled my heart, which throbbed so vigorously that I worried it might burst from my chest. He moved in closer, our lips nearly aligned, brushing softly against one another without fully making contact.

His calloused hands traversed the bare skin of my waist, then stealthily slipped under the waistband, pulling me tightly against his thigh. He smiled at me, and I could feel the heat rising, a flush spreading between my legs.

“Y/N…” his lips brushed my cheek, before moving to my ear sending a shiver down my spine to where my body wanted him most. ”I need you, and if Groff takes you away before I even get to have you…let’s just say things won’t end well.” 

I moved my hand down to his boxers, slipping beneath the elastic. My fingers curled around his firm erection, gliding back and forth. “Rafe, you can have me whenever you want me.” 

Rafe moaned, biting softly on the nape of my neck. 

He gently pulled me closer, lifting my leg so I could straddle the bike to sit on his lap. Our lips finally reunited, but this time there was no hesitation, only an intense desire. My arm encircled his neck as I leaned back on the handlebars, arching my back into him while feeling the ignition pressing against my shoulder blades. It didn't matter though, as I was completely enthralled with this man. 

Rafe withdrew slightly, his fingers gliding up my leg until they encountered my shorts. With a delicate motion, he eased them down, removing them as if he had performed this action countless times before. As he leaned in once more, his lips met my thigh, placing rough kisses upon the exposed skin. I arched my back as his mouth connected with my pulsating center, his thumb teasing the thin, damp fabric.

“Oh, god.” I let out a soft sound as he moved the loose fabric aside, teasing my sensitive area.

His tongue swirled over my core, and my body threatened to tip over the edge. I could feel him smiling as he devoured me, the sounds escaping me only egging him on further. He momentarily withdrew, prompting me to reach out in protest.

“I like you begging, but I’m just getting these out of the way so I can ruin you.” 

My underwear fell away effortlessly, and before I could utter another word, he returned to his position between my legs, guiding me nearer to my peak. The sensation coursing through me was the most intense I had ever experienced. His tongue glided over my center, while two fingers rhythmically entered and exited, propelling me toward the precipice of pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” 

The apparent struggle in my voice served only to urge him to quicken his movements, and I was unable to withstand it any further. A delightful tingling spread throughout my body as I reached my peak, my heart racing and my breath becoming erratic.

Rafe reclined slightly before rising to his feet, a smirk playing on his lips, fully aware of the effect his actions had on me. His blue eyes roamed over my figure as he extended his hand toward me. I placed my hand in his, and he swiftly drew me up and guided me toward the wall. His hands descended to my waist, and he pivoted me so that my back was firmly against the wall.

“Should we stop?” Rafe asked, his fingers playing with the hem of my t-shirt. 

His boxers were halfway down his thigh when I looked up at him, towering over me with a devilish grin. “You’re so fucking funny.” 

He suddenly placed his lips against my neck, leaving a series of kisses before ultimately returning to my mouth. In a swift motion, he elevated my leg and pressed his aroused tip against my core.

“You’re nice and wet, all for me.” He whispered, biting my already inflamed bottom lip.

His length entered me effortlessly, the sensation of his movements eliciting soft moans. One of his hands firmly grasped my thigh, elevating my leg, while the other hand held my backside, his fingernails creating delicate crescent impressions as they traced my skin.

Rafe's movements began with a deliberate yet pressing urgency, intensifying with each thrust. I felt myself tighten around him as the well-known pleasure surged within me. His lips met mine, our tongues intertwining amidst our shared moans.

“Damn, you feel so good.” 

My hand clung to his shirt, pulling him tighter to me.

A wave of bliss enveloped me, my head tilting back as I softly uttered his name repeatedly. Rafe was just behind me, a deep groan escaping his lips as he nestled his face into the curve of my neck.

The two of us stood there for a moment, catching our breath. Rafe reached down and pulled his boxers back up before gently placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. 

“For that, with you,” he smiled and took a breath. “…I’d kill a hundred Groffs.” 

The expression in my face revealed my own satisfaction. He gently placed his hands on my cheeks and kissed me one final time, this time with significantly more passion.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally withdrew, his teeth grazing his lower lip as he returned to the project he had been engaged in earlier. "Are you still planning to go for that run?" he inquired, casting a glance in my direction.

I shook my head, “No, I think I’m good.”