#i was diverdcwn

[matthewtkachuk]

love in all its forms - rafe cameron

you love rafe cameron and he loves you too. sometimes it’s better shown than told

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: allusion to sex, light angst (duh its me), no dialogue (is that a warning? idk)

words: 1k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for ages, finally finished her up this morning. this is probably the last thing i write for obx for a while, hoping s2 will bring some more motivation

Rafe Cameron has never been big on ‘I love you’s. He loves to hear it from you - your cracked sleep-laden voice first thing in the morning, a breathless whimper when he’s inside of you, rushed and casually as you peck his lips and leave the house, softly in his ear before you fall asleep in his arms, a quick text throughout the day. There is no sweeter sound that falls from your lips than those three syllables, except maybe for your soft sighs and moans.

Growing up, he never heard the words. A dead mother and an absentee father who didn’t have the time to ensure his emotional needs were met. It worsened as he got older, saddled with responsibilities and expectations he couldn’t keep up with, his father’s absenteeism grew into cold malice, the lack of love became an intentional absence. Ward Cameron only loved two of his children, and neither of them were his only son.

And so Rafe finds the words difficult to say. He means them, oh God does he mean them. He loves you like he’s never loved anything before. When he looks at you he sees an unbridled future, the two of you against the world, surviving and thriving, despite obstacle after obstacle. He sees marriage and a white picket fence and a dog and two and a half children that he will love the way he never was loved. He sees possibilities and hope and everything he ever dreamed of. He sees love in its purest form.

While he can’t say the words back when you utter them, he shows you in so many other ways. A vase of calla lilies brought home on a random Tuesday ‘just because’ and ‘they made me think of you’. Makeshift candle lit dinners when he knows you’ve had a bad day. Always vacuuming the living room carpet before you even have a chance to ask, because he knows it is your least favorite cleaning duty. Grabbing you a blue gatorade and your favorite snack when fueling up on a road trip even though you said you didn’t want anything. Gentle lovemaking, held hands and foreheads pressed together, intermingling breaths and soft kisses on bare skin. 

You treated him so good, he isn’t sure he deserves it. He knows he can be an asshole, and his temper needs work, and he can be overly possessive which you hate. He often says the wrong thing, can snap at you when you don’t deserve it. He sometimes forgets important things like your anniversary or dinner with one of your parents, and you don’t like it when he blows you off to go golfing with the boys. But you love him, flaws and all, and you will always forgive him. 

You knew love. Growing up, your parents had always told you they loved you and each other. with words, with actions, with gifts. Every morning you would witness the blissful domestic form of love, as your parents moved around the kitchen, movements a decades long choreography of your mother making coffee as your father made eggs. Stolen kisses and slight squeezes. A kiss atop your head and to your mother’s cheek before your father left for work and your mother was left to get you off to school. Dancing in the kitchen and family vacations and quiet Tuesdays. Father/daughter dances and dates and your mother pulling you out of school early one Friday a month to take you to get your nails done and a late lunch at your favorite restaurant. Consequently, you grew up very loved. 

However you also knew love could hurt. As a teenager, you had watched as your parents’ love for each other couldn’t combat their issues with each other. As your mother sought love in a man ten years her junior and as your father blamed himself, that his love hadn’t been enough for her. You knew that despite love’s best intentions it could very quickly turn to resentment, hate and impatience. You had witnessed the death of love, seen love in its most desperate and despicable form.

Despite this you had fallen deeply and quickly in love with Rafe Cameron. From the moment you had met freshman year at some stupid social your roommate had dragged you to, you knew he was it for you. He was dressed like a douchebag, blue henley and backwards baseball cap with your university team written across it, a red solo cup full of jungle juice grasped in one hand, the other hand flicking through his phone. Ordinarily he was exactly the type of guy that you would avoid but there was something about the look in his eye, or maybe it was the small smirk that graced his lips when he caught you staring for a minute too long. Whatever it was, it possessed you to cross the makeshift dancefloor, place your hand in his and drag him to dance with you; all without even knowing his name yet. He’d let you guide him and hadn’t stopped following you like a lovesick puppy since. 

At first it bothered you that he couldn’t say the words. You had an idea in your head of what the perfect progression of a relationship was, and when you had said the words first and he had been unable to reciprocate, you had stormed out of his apartment in a mix of embarrassment and sadness that your feelings were not shared. As he explained the next day, that wasn’t quite the truth, that he had never been comfortable with the words but that didn’t mean that he didn’t mean them too. 

As your relationship progressed, you began to see the ways he told you he loved you without having to physically speak the words. Picking you up at the bar after a few too many without any judgement. Taking on your least favorite household chores so you wouldn’t have to. You realized that love was more than three words, eight letters. It was every action, every conscious choice where he picked you every time. 

Your love wasn’t perfect. It was selfish and petty at times, it wasn’t always fair. But it was beautiful too, understanding and compassion and light. It was a combination of all you were and all that he was, and in all of its forms it was yours.

taglist babies (im so sorry if u dont care abt this anymore, i just copy pasted from my last fic lov u ) @velyssaraptor @danicarosaline @copper-boom @x-lulu @prejudic3 @rekrappeter @downbytheouterbanks @ilovejjmaybank @bricksatanakinswindow @jellyfishbeansontoast @rudyypankow @im-a-stranger-thing @alexa-playafricabytoto @hoodpankow @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @sortagaysortahigh @socialwriter @bloodyheavcn @anxietyandtacos @diverrdown @starkeyseguin​  @dmonchld​@rafej-cambanks @stfukie @obxmermaid

[ptersparkers]

uhm my theory is that trent is gonna stick around and y/n is gonna be a dumb ass 😤

scout: y/n is peak dumb. i know that’s my fault but she is a dummy.

maddie: y/n do be a dumb ass but trent is deffo gtfo the island

[storiesbymads]

my heart when i saw the notif that you liked my fic: 💓💓🥺🥺🦋🦋

i really don’t deserve you 🥺🥺🥺

[socialwriter]

40 from 101 ways to say i love you with jj pls ✨

Tw: Mentions of abuse/injury

You ran your hand through JJ’s golden locks, frowning at the sight on the fresh bruise already forming on his cheek. Nights like these were fairly common. JJ would climb through the window of your bedroom an emotional wreck, and you would have to coax him to sleep every time, with no other way to calm his racing heart. A couple more minutes go by before you hear the faint snores coming from your boyfriend. You stop the soothing action, shifting to go grab some water from the kitchen, knowing JJ was dehydrated if the salty tear stains on your leg were any indication. In your shifting, you must have woken the sleeping boy, as he groans and reaches out for you, grabbing your wrist just before you can stand up. “I’m just going to get you some water bubba.”

JJ shakes his head, crawling closer to you on your bed. “Don’t leave yet...I still need you.” Your heart breaks at his words and the dejected expression on his face. How could anyone do this to your beautiful boy?

“Bubba, you know you need to drink something.” You mumble, pushing some hair out of his eyes. He nods reluctantly, entwining your fingers with his own. “Can I come with you? I don’t want to be alone.”

You nod, standing up slowly. “Of course.”

He smiles softly at you, standing up a moment later. “Thank you.”

Taglist: @normatural @outrbnx @ultranikilove @chesirecat107 @xxbabygurlplzzzxx @hufflepuff-always-and-forever @jellyfishbeansontoast @beth-winchester21 @danicarosaline @meganfredbapa @maybanktho @teamnick @coloradogirl07 @talksoprettyjjx @lilbabyharrys @mitchloveswriting @fishsticks39 @therealglenncoco @drwstrky @itsmederyn @erraaxh @boredmidnightbitch @brightcosmos  @stevie-buck @ifilwtmfc @repostcentral @astronomical-parker @summerkaulitz  @big-galaxy-chaos @outerbanksbro  @sportygal55 @jiaraendgame @copper-boom @sunwardsss @starksweasley @trashmouthpogues @allielozoya @vindictive-hearts @kaitieskidmore1 @teenwaywardasgardian @diverrdown @lynniep @apoguecalledjj @dancer0614 @jjtheangel @deathcompass @dpaccione  @canibeoneofthepogues @arianabrashierstuff  @bolaurelEverything-@thelocalpogue @rae131415  @scandalousfemale @obx-direction-sos @rafecameron @paradigmax @anonymous0writer @x-lulu @futuretaxcheat @olsenholic @jjaybank @starlightstarkey @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @Theyrealldruggy @pit-zuh @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @simonsbluee @outerbongs @stfukie @yxseminx @ilovejjmaybank @abbiesthings @captain-molls-of-the-small-world @kikinuke2 @maddymfperez @pogue-writings @rudths @i-love-scott-mccall @strangerthanfanfiction713 @jj-iz-bae @sguymon21 @kookkyra @wallflowercal @maybanksbaby  @diverdcwn @young-beezy

[dreamypeaches]

rating things my bf has said to me during seccs | jj maybank x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, jj maybank, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, pure filth 

word count: 1k

a/n: this trend is wild and i love it. i want to make one for every obx character, so let me know who you want to see next!!

pope rafe kie sarah topper kelce

“fuck you’re s0ak3d”

10/10

-stating the obvious

-thank you for noticing

JJ had you pressed against the door of the bedroom. His hands had a firm grasp on your hips while his lips devoured yours. You clung to him for dear life, fingers tangled in his blonde locks as you pulled him closer. Playing with the waistband of your shorts, he pulls away to look at you.

“Do you want to do this?” He asks. You groan and nod your head. The teasing touch at your waistband already driving you mad.

“Yes! Just fucking touch me already, Maybank.”

He smirked at you, unbuttoning your shorts and fingers diving straight to your core. The tips of his thumb brushes your clit while the rest of his fingers slide through your folds.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He moans.

“yes ma’am”

13/10

-made me feel like i was in control

-i wasn’t

You are a whimpering mess beneath JJ. Ankles hooked over his shoulder, he’s set a hard, driving deep into you with each thrust, but agonizingly slow pace. You mewl as he slowly pulls out of you again. Trying to buck your hips into his to quicken the pace. JJ shakes his head at you, holding your hips down and starting to move even slower. You groan and glare under hooded eye lids.

“J, please…” You whimper.

“What do you want, princess?” He asked, smirking down at you.

“Faster. Please, JJ, just fuck me already.”

He pulls out completely, tip barely nudging your entrance. His eyes become dark, clouded with lust.

“Yes ma’am.” He says before driving into you, pounding into you at an ungodly pace.

“you’re so f*cking sexy”

9/10

-why thank you

-makes me feel confident

-basic

Your chest heaved as you came down from your third orgasm of the night. JJ sits back on his knees between your legs, lips and chin glistening from your juices, and gazes down at your fucked out figure.

“You’re so fucking sexy” He groans, running his hand up and down your thigh as it continues to shake in little aftershocks. Butterflies explode in your stomach at your words and you smirk up at him, cheeks heating up slightly.

“Damn right I am,” You giggle, voice hoarse from moaning. He smirks back and grips your thighs harder, flipping you onto your stomach.

“Watch your pretty mouth, baby.” He whispers in your ear, lining himself up with your pussy.

“get on top and prove it”

100/10

-i love a challenge

-i did indeed prove it

JJ hovers over you, one hand supporting him while the other snakes under your shirt to massage your breast and play with your nipple. The make out session continues on, getting hot and heavy until you are removed of all clothing, JJ still in his boxers as he hovers fully over you. Feeling confident, you push JJ away for a moment.

“Y’know, J, as much as I love getting fucked by you, I think I could make you scream my name if you let me ride you.”

JJ’s jaw drops, not used to this more dominant side of you. He recovers quickly and smirks, flipping onto his back and patting his lap.

“Get on top and prove it.”

Safe to say you did indeed prove it, making JJ see stars as you ground your hips into his and rode his dick until you both came hard.

“you like that princess?”

20/10

-i most certainly do

-please continue

-makes me moan

You’re on your knees in front of JJ as he sits on the bed. His dick is halfway down your throat as you bob your head, JJ’s head thrown back as he lets out curses under his breath. Pulling off of his cock, a string of spit connect your lips to his red tip. You continue to stroke him as you look up at him from under your eyelashes. One of his hands wraps in your hair and he slaps your cheek lightly with the other one.

“Open up, sunshine,” He says. You do as your told and the hand in your hair pushes you down to meet his dick. He controls your movements, making your eyes water as you gag on his cock, and you love it.

“You like that princess?” He asks and you moan around his cock, making him smirk. “Yeah, you like it when I fuck your pretty little mouth.”

Yes. You definitely did.

“I love you so much. you’re so beautiful”

infinity/10

-makes me feel loved and special

-i get all fuzzy inside

-makes sure i know he truly loves me

The night breeze filters in through the window JJ had snuck into not long before. The gentle wind wraps around the pair of you, holding you just as tight as JJ holds you as you rock your hips against him. Your chests are flush together, JJ peppering open mouth kisses across your throat while you throw your head back in bliss.

His hands are splayed across your back, helping you pick up the pace. He detaches from your neck, looking up at you, absolutely stunning in the moonlight like the goddess you were.

“I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.” He whispers. You smile down at him and caress his cheek, trying to avoid the large bruise adorning his face. Leaning down, you’re lips mold together like puzzle pieces, perfectly matched.

“I love you too,” You whisper back.

“you’re mine”

100/10

-yes i am

-love my possessive man

-made sure everyone else knew too

You scream as JJ relentlessly pounds into you. His hand grasps your neck from behind, pushing you down face first into the bed.

“You think you’re so cute flirting with him in front of me, huh?” He snarls, slapping your ass. You simply moan in response, noise muffled by the pillow your face was shoved in. He slaps you ass again, harder, and you screams.

“You’re mine,” He growls, slapping you again before pulling you up slightly and leaning down so his mouth is by your ear. “I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it.”

He bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, leaving a dark mark. You knew there were several more already littering your body, and you’d have more by the time the night was over.

tagging moots: @jjmaybby @dontjinx-it @butgilinsky @rekrappeter @diverdcwn @rafecameron @prejudic3 @starlightstarkey @https-luna @sunnypogue @obxmxybxnk @jjmayybank @bluesiderudy @socialwriter @kindahavefeelingskindaheartless @peachydrews @outerbanksbro @poguestyleskye @softstarkey @bricksatanakinswindow @mdlyncline @poguemackin @downbytheouterbanks @ptersparkers @moldisgoodforyou @outrbanks @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @tempestuousjj @stargazingstarkey

[makebank]

here is my promised 500 celebration. this is in no way near everything but just things i’ve personally read. happy reading!

* clearly i have read way too much jj and topper so feel free to send in suggestions for other characters. i will update as i read more

one shots:

- phone sex by @popcsheyward​

- everywhere by @storiesbymads​

- beautiful mess by @midnightmagicmusings​

- need a hand? by @poguelifesurfshop​

- smartass by @sortagaysortahigh​

- manipulating bitch by @mayraki

- mark by @obxlife

- tattoos by @obxmxybxnk

- the art of comfort by @heypope

- 24 hours by @obxmxybxnk

- what does jj stand for? by @maybanktho

- does your pretty face see what he’s worth by @thirstystarkey

- teach me by @rudysrings

- swim school by @midnightmagicmusings

- kiss the girl by @jjsmaybcnk

- the morning after by @jensensfanfic

- pizza girl by @kookkyra

- you forgot about me by @obxmxybxnk

- newton’s law of beer bong by @obx-snippets

- a little reminder by @imagines-r-s

- the right path by @mayraki

- brat by @popcsheyward

- straight simpin by @maybanksbaby

- now we’re sinking by @maybankiara

- lucky by @popcsheyward

- seeking comfort by @poguelifesurfshop

- friends don’t by @collecting-stories

- rooftop by @mdlyncline​

- all these years by @softstarkey​

- i’ll be there by @oopmyheartwent-obx​

- best friend’s brother by @ptersparkers​

- meeting the fam by @oopmyheartwent-obx

-  introverted by @thatshithurted8​

- unsend by @skiesofthesketchy​

- body language by @skiesofthesketchy​

- the long & winding country roads by @void-maybank​

- the soulmate switch by @goldenhanna​

- salad days & a shark tooth necklace by @girlsru1eboysdroo1​

- stood up by @mydogisveryadorbs​

- august by @rekrappeter​

- love  sick by @ad-infinitums​

series:

- don’t forget where you belong by @harrysbbby

- collateral by @hellimagines

- feel something by @diverdcwn

- illicit affairs by @rekrappeter

- unplanned by @obxmxybxnk

- glass heart by @mrsmaybankhere

- far from home by @mdlyncline

- a mermaid tale by @mayraki

- grease by @shawnssongs​

- hero/heroine by @bricksatanakinswindow

- tidal waves by @spilledtee

- dying for your kiss by @spilledtee

- hook ups by @popcsheyward

- art to my soulmate by @rretrophilee

- no i don’t by @heyhey-heyward

- hate can sound like love by @thirstystarkey

- the list by @poguelifesurfshop

- rules of benefit by @harrysbbby

- jj maybank must die by @lunarliza

- fake boyfriend by @lunarliza

- the bet @tcmholland

- fuck a cheater by @overly-b

- the romantic tirades of indie routledge by @void-maybank

- don’t feel by @outrebanx​

- ready to run by @thatbloodymuggle​

- study sessions by @ptersparkers​ and @storiesbymads​

- obx assasins by @pit-zuh​

- how to get the girl by @ad-infinitums​ and @socialwriter​

- fine line by @kookkyra​

- don’t mess with the troublemakers by @mayraki​

- i knew you were trouble by @kookkyra​

- threat of joy by @futuretaxcheat​

- game of survival by @mermaidssonshipss​ and @void-maybank​

one shots:

- first times a charm by @sortagaysortahigh

- would you let me call you dude? by @sortagaysortahigh

- sleep beside me by @rafecameron

- silent auction by @writingwithciara

- yoga by @https-luna

- golf glove by @storiesbymads

- on top by @anonymous0writer

- something more by @stargazingstarkey

- a new start by @shawnssongs

- lazy day by @jjmaybanksblog

- call me by @storiesbymads

- give you anything by @diverdcwn

- that kiss by @strkydrw

- new thing by @prkerspogue

- between you and i by @rafecameron

- rushed by @softstarkey

- honest man by @butgilinsky

- miss new york by @https-luna

- locker room by @countryclubstarkey

- gently rough by @spilledtee

- something different by @jjpogue

series:

- the night we said hello by @bricksatanakinswindow (kinda others too)

- white boys series by @sortagaysortahigh

- who do you love series by @rafecameron

one shots:

- watch by @roxa-sos (also topper)

- partners in crime or lovers? by @thirstystarkey

- holy touch by @storiesbymads

- slow down by @starlightstarkey

- an introduction by @calumbroutledge

- my sunshine by @https-luna

- stuck in the middle by @https-luna

- it won’t be like this for long by @https-luna

- and just like that, you left me begging on my knees by @bricksatanakinswindow

- super rich kids by @harrysbbby

- the devil and his maybes by @spilledtee

- the other girl by @anonymous0writer​

- handprints by @sortagaysortahigh​

- favorite t-shirt by @softstarkey​

- garden furniture by @rafecameron​

- hotbox by @ptersparkers​

- super spies by @rafecameron​

series:

- how to be a heart breaker series by @diverdcwn and @rekrappeter

- the edge of tonight by @bricksatanakinswindow

- feelings by @bricksatanakinswindow

- pope’s secret by @ptersparkers

- still not sorry by @diverdcwn

- caregiver by @diverdcwn

- teaching kiara how to braid by @harrysbbby

- dress code by @jiaraendgame

- just friends by @poguelifesurfshop

- double the j by @spilledtee (also jj)

- primal by @spilledtee​

- hold me by @obxsummer​

one shots:

- fake it til you make it by @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar

- hells kitchen angel by @mermaidssonshipss

series:

- young and beautiful by @poguesrforlife

- depth over distance by @nakedmossy

others:

- pogue v. kook by @ptersparkers

- kelce: night swim by @butgilinsky​

- the maybanks by @ptersparkers​

[drewstarkey]

staying in the mountains | d.s 🌲

- in which you and drew spend a weekend in the mountains -

a/n: omg okay first time posting something i wrote!!!! aaaaahh!! okay anyways i came up with this idea when we got loads of content of drew in nature and a cabin etc and just finished it now 😳 we love procrastinating!! this is basically just fluff btw :)

You and Drew are staying in his grandparents cottage. Surrounded by mountians, getting away from the busy lives you both life. The house is cozy and small but just the right size for the both of you. You loved it there but the house was dated, no hot shower water and no dishwasher.

After a day of swimming and lounging by the little creek, you and Drew had made your mum’s famous summer salad. You both enjoyed the meal from the deck with a stunning view of the mountains. after that Drew went to read in the hammock and not much later you joined him. “I never want to leave this hammock” you sighed while playing with Drew’s hands, twisting his rings and what not. “We should just lay here until the mosquitoes eat us alive” he smiled, playing with your hair like he always did in moments like these. The sun was gone behind the mountains and you two where left in the twilight with only the sound of the occasional kiss shared between your lips. Drew shivered, you looked up at him “Let’s go inside babe, it’s kinda cold”. 

Only inside you were confronted with the mess you left behind while making dinner. “Oh for fucks sake I forgot about this” Drew began to put some leftovers in the fridge, “Let’s just get this over with”. You started collecting all the dishes from around the house, but when you picked up a plate in the livingroom and put it in the sink, you felt two big arms wrap around your waist and a kiss in your neck. You gasped, surprised by the sudden touch. “Drew I’m literally holding your grandparents antique plates” you felt Drew’s smile on your shoulder before he said, “I’m sorry baby, you look too cute in these shorts”. You turned around and gave him the sponge to clean the dishes “here, if we finish this quick we can do something about these shorts” you smiled, walking away to grab a towel. Drew watched you walk away as he turned on the faucet and added soap to the water.

Before you could even try to dry the first dishes, Drew snatches the towel from your hands and splashes you with water, “you deserved that”. You rubbed your eyes and saw the little sparkle in Drews eyes accompanied by a cheeky grin that tells you all you need to know. “If you want to sleep alone tonight, keep going” he raised his eyebrows and splashed some more water on you before you could steal the towel back. “Oh my god,” you looked at your drenched tanktop, “stop it babe, look at this! You’re making me all wet!” Drew looks at you with a cocky smirk “Isn’t that what I always do?” as your face heats up he hands you the tea towel and pulls you in closer. “there’s no way i’m sleeping alone tonight” he whispers, looking down at you. “you’re the worst” you say, before pressing your lips on his.

tagging some mutuals: @maybankiara @kaceyjost @angellissy @rae131415 @honeyycheek @rafecameron @starkeybabie @drewswannabegirl @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @heypope @jellyfishbeansontoast @stfukie @diverdcwn @ilovejjmaybank @pokerfacepankow @spilledtee @starkeybabie

tagging some mutuals: @maybankiara @kaceyjost @angellissy @rae131415 @honeyycheek @rafecameron @starkeybabie @drewswannabegirl @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @heypope @jellyfishbeansontoast @stfukie @diverdcwn @ilovejjmaybank @pokerfacepankow @spilledtee @starkeybabie

[matthewtkachuk]

diverdcwn --> shelbsays

shelbsays: i’m sorry the old @diverdcwn can’t come to the phone right now

why?

cause she’s dead

hockey collab blog: @shelbsatans masterlist

obx masterlist

[socialwriter]

happy early birthday!!! idk why this- “Looking at one another in times of happiness to share smiles.” -just screamed tfatws bucky at sam’s family barbecue

Perfection was the word that came in mind to describe moments like these. After everything you’d been through, and the massive hellfire that Bucky had been put through all these years, the happy, peaceful moments were few and far between. Yet here you were, talking with Sam’s sister Sarah about absolutely nothing and enjoying every single second of it. You notice the expression on her face change, trying to suppress a smile, but before you can question her on it you feel a rush of cold as a hand smushes some store bought ice cream cake all over your face. You gasp at the sensation, turning around to find the culprit, your boyfriend, clutching his stomach as he lets out a loud laugh. You slowly stand up, a devilish smile on your face. “You think you’re so funny, huh Barnes? His laughter dies down, but the goofy grin remains plastered on his face. “Kind of babe.”

“Well come over here and kiss me then.”

“Babe...think about this..no!” He laughs, running away from your outstretched hands and puckered lips. You giggle, chasing him around in circles. All you feel in that moment is pure bliss, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Taglist-

@thelocalpogue @rae131415  @scandalousfemale @obx-direction-sos

@rafecameron @paradigmax @anonymous0writer @x-lulu @futuretaxcheat @olsenholic @jjaybank @starlightstarkey @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @Theyrealldruggy @pit-zuh @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @simonsbluee @outerbongs @stfukie @yxseminx @ilovejjmaybank @abbiesthings @captain-molls-of-the-small-world @kikinuke2 @maddymfperez @pogue-writings @rudths @i-love-scott-mccall @strangerthanfanfiction713 @jj-iz-bae @sguymon21 @kookkyra @wallflowercal @maybanksbaby  @diverdcwn @young-beezy

[dreamypeaches]

rating things my bf has said during secks | rafe cameron x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, rafe cameron, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, seriously this is disgusting. im going to hell

word count: 1.6k

a/n: oh boy folks. this one is literally...so filthy i can’t even breath right now. please enjoy. 

pope jj kie sarah topper kelce

“Don’t hold back, baby.”

10/10

-I didn’t

-he loves to hear me scream

Face buried in a pillow, wrists pulled behind your back and trapped in Rafe’s tight grip, he plowed into you from behind. You’d missed Rafe’s touch so much, having been gone for a week on vacation with his family. The texts and videos you had exchanged were down right sinful, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. You missed the way he bruised your hips, the way he held you down and pounded into you until you saw God. He missed your tight little pussy, the look on your face when he made you cum on his dick, your sweet little moans and the way you screamed his name.

But the lewd noises were currently being muffled by the pillow your face was shoved in, and Rafe couldn’t have that. He twisted your hair in his grip, pulling on it and lifting your head up off the pillow.

“There we go. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear you,” He growls, yanking a little harder on your locks and thrusting deeper into you. You obeyed, letting your curses and moans out into the air, adding to the sinful atmosphere of the room.

“i’m gonna f*ck you until you beg me to stop”

500/10

-true to his word

-couldn’t walk for a week

To say Rafe was pissed was an understatement. But the fury that burned within his eyes didn’t scare you. In fact, you felt your cunt start dripping in response. His hand gripped your throat, knuckles bruised and bloodied from the events earlier in the night. He slams you back into the wall and making you moan.

“You think you’re funny? Talking to that fucking Pogue in front of me? Did you see the way he was looking at you? Well, he already got his, now it’s time for your punishment.” He hikes your dress up and practically rips your panties off. You scream as he plunges his fingers into you, starting out at a brutal pace, fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop,” He growls.

“i want everyone to know how hard you were f*cked’

12000000/10

-pulled me in close and bit my neck hard

-hot af

“Look at you, being such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well,” Rafe moans as he slows the speed of his thrusts, staring down at where your bodies met and the juices of two orgasms leaked out of you.

“Does anyone else know what a little slut you are? How good you are taking cock?”

You moan as he juts into you particularly hard and he reaches down to to squeeze your throat.

“I asked you a question, baby.”

“No, Rafe. No one knows what a good little slut I am for you.” The grin that appears on his face is devilish, his movements stopping completely, making you whimper. He leaned down until his mouth is by your ear, breath fanning across your neck making you shiver.

“I want everyone to know how hard you were fucked,” He purrs, strangely tender despite the darkness of his words. The he suddenly bites down on your neck, making you shout before his hips start snapping into yours. He continues to make large, dark marks across your body as he fucks you into the mattress.

“you c*m when i say you can”

2589/10

-don’t tell me what to do

-jk yes daddy

Rafe had been edging you all night. It started at dinner, a special birthday dinner for him with all his close friends. Under the table, his fingers had rubbed your sensitive nub until you were right on the edge, then pulling away as dessert was served, knowing full well that you were his real dessert for the night.

The second the two of you got home, he commanded you to meet him in your bedroom, naked and waiting. You did exactly as he said, it was his birthday after all, and you were the best present he could get. When he arrived in the bedroom, he was removed only his tie, wrapping it around your wrists and binding them tight. The next couple hours was spent with a vibrator on your clit, your legs shaking as you constantly came close to the edge but never tipped over.

Every now and then, Rafe’s mouth and fingers would join in the fun. Licking up your juices or teasing your nipples. Sometimes he would pull your panties on, leaving the small vibrator pressed up against you while he sat back and watched you squirm. You were crying by this point, all this pleasure with no release driving you crazy.

“Please, Rafe! I can’t take it anymore, I need to cum!” You whimper. The vibe is suddenly removed from you, replaced with a hard slap to your pussy that makes you scream.

“What’s my name?” He growls.

“Daddy! Please!” He smirks down at you, eyes filled with an animalistic hunger.

“You cum when I say you can.”

“you look amazing rn”

100000/10

-awe shucks

-was said in a very tender way

-wholesome

“Fuck, Rafe, I’m gonna cum!” You moan as Rafe slams into you, fingers playing your clit like a beautiful instrument.

“I’m close too baby…fuck…cum with me,” He groans, his movements sloppy as his words start to become true. You reach up, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him down to meet your lips. The kiss is loving and passionate and hungry and pure all at once. You moan against each other as you both meet your releases. He stills inside you, pulling out all too soon for your liking and scooting down the bed to stare at your leaking center. Seeing his seed dripping from you did something to his head, making his dick harden again slightly and his love for you grow. His fingers reach out, scooping up his cum and shoving it back into you lightly, making you whimper quietly.

He sits back up, leaning over you and placing sweet kisses around your face before landing on your lips. He pulls back, staring at your face covered in after sex bliss. He loves you like this, absolutely fucked out.

“You look amazing right now,” He smiles softly as you blush, covering your face with your hands. He shakes his head and pulls them away cuddling up to you and placing several more kisses to your neck as he holds you tight.

“you’ll pay for that later”

sdhfdskkhdj/10

-i deserved it

-my a$$ was red

You’d been to enough Kook parties with Rafe to last you a life time. You were bored, left in the corner to pout while Rafe paid attention to anything but you. You were honestly tired of it, and you were going to do something about it. Finding Rafe talking to Topper by the pool, you walk up to him with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, baby,” You coo before turning to face Topper, pressing your back up against Rafe, making sure your ass was situated right on his crotch. You spend the next few minutes in deep discussion with Topper, not even looking or speaking to Rafe. Every now and then, you would move to adjust your dress, rubbing your butt against his quickly hardening cock.

“Aw, I’m out,” You say, referring to your drink, starting to walk away.

“I’ll come with you,” Rafe says, taking your arm and practically dragging you away. He leans down and growls in your ear, “You’ll pay for that later.” The words made you ruin your underwear.

Instead of bringing you to the kitchen for drinks, he leads you out to his truck, shoving you into the passenger seat. When you arrived home, he brought you to the bedroom and bent you over his knee, hiking your skirt up and shoving your panties down. His hand met your ass, over, and over again, until you were soaked all over his lap. He lifted you up moving you onto the bed, placing you down gently in contrast to the harsh slaps he had just given you.

“Such a little fucking tease,” He whispers before unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock out, preparing to absolutely destroy your cunt.

“who’s pu$$y is this?”

infinity/10

-i knew exactly who’s

-(spoiler) it’s his

You always knew your wedding night with Rafe would be one to remember. Your bedroom life was already incredible, you just knew he would pull out all the stops for your special day. And you were right. It had started long before the bedroom, sneaking off during the reception for him to bury himself under your beautiful white dress and devour you, or you kneeling in front of him, sucking him until his covered your lips in white, suited perfectly for a bride like you.

When he got you all to himself after the party, you knew you were in for it. The sex was rough and passionate, using positions where he could always look you right int he eye as he made you scream his name. You were all his and his alone, and you would be for the rest of your lives.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growls as he fucks into you, rubbing you clit and squishing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. Already three orgasms deep, you found it difficult to focus. But the look of pure passion and love glowing in his eyes fanned the flame inside of you.

“It’s yours, Rafe, all yours. Forever and always.” You breathe. He grins at you, meeting your lips in a fiery kiss as he fucks you with all the love in his body.

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[demxters]

Omg I once saw this tweet where a husband and wife were grocery shopping and when they put their stuff down a worker put a divider stick between their groceries because they didn’t think they were together because the wife is way out of the husbands league😂😂I was wondering if u could do a JJ x reader Drabble with that cause I’d be really funny 😭😭Thanks!!

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a/n: i loved this concept so much! thank you anon! 

JJ’s hand almost gets hit as he’s placing the groceries on the conveyor belt. The cashier had placed the divider right in the middle of your groceries. Confused, JJ takes the divider away and shoves the groceries back onto the conveyor belt. He bends down to get the other items from the cart, only to see the divider in the middle of your groceries once again. Narrowing his eyes at the cashier, he snatches the divider from the center and smacks it on the side of the counter loudly. With a huff, he grabs the last of the groceries when he sees the divider missing once again. Pissed off now, he glares at the cashier. “What the hell, man? Quit removing the stick!” 

“I’m sorry sir, but I have to separate your groceries from this lovely lady’s,” he says with a smile as he glances between you and JJ. 

You hide your smile behind your hand from where you stand on the other side of the cart as JJ stares at the cashier in disbelief. 

“No, I’m sorry sir, you must be mistaken because this lovely lady is my wife!” he exclaims, gesturing to you with one hand with a box of noodles in the other. 

The cashier bursts into laughter, placing a hand on his stomach. “Sure buddy, I would’ve said the same if I saw a beautiful lady in front of me in line. Free groceries am I right?” 

This time you’re the one to burst into laughter, shaking your head with a smile. “You are absolutely right,” you respond. 

JJ looks at the two of you laughing in disbelief. “Y/N, babe, seriously? Tell him!” 

You just shake your head and continue to laugh. 

“We are married!” 

“There’s no way,” the cashier continues. “She’s way out of your league.” 

JJ narrows his eyes at the man before looking at you. “Now will you show him?” 

You bashfully smile and flash your right hand where your ring sat snuggly on your finger. 

“See?” 

The cashier’s face turns red in embarrassment turning to JJ. “I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding, just have you seen her? She’s way out your league, man.” 

With a smirk JJ walks over to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. He places a quick kiss against your temple. When he pulls away, he looks at you with a smile. “Oh, I know. That’s why I think I’m the luckiest man in the world.” 

You press a chaste kiss against his lips. “And I’m the luckiest woman.” 

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[makebank]

party foul

summary: you stir up trouble in disguise. @bricksatanakinswindow​ writing challenge!! 

jj maybank x reader

warnings: drinking, cussing, its a party folks

word count: 850 

a/n: sorry my third halloween fic will not be so flirtatious omg.

You giddily enter the chaotic house party. You scan the room taking inventory of all the teens taking shots, making out, and taking selfies. The music hit your eardrums from a block away, but was now at overload.

You had been longing for this night, ready to bust out your new costume. You were going for a fun yet flirty look. This year you were going as spider-man, which may have had something to do with your obsession with Tom Holland. The costume was kinked a little to be a smidge more provocative. You wore a simple eye mask in replacement of the full face. The legs were cut off short to display your voluptuous curves. You weren’t going to lie, it was a tad short, but all the better. The spandex material hugged your body, leaving little to the imagination. 

You’re out for the kill tonight and may have just found your next prey. JJ Maybank. The blond surfer whose allure was always on full blast drew in the masses with ease. It was comparable to watching a siren sound their seductive melody. To your dismay, he refused to be associated with any kook. His untouchable facade made him all the more desirable. 

Only ever admiring him from afar, he wasn’t too familiar with you except by word of mouth. Your mask may not have covered much, but you were hopeful it was enough to do the trick. You greet a few friends as you strut across the large figure 8 mansion headed to your target. 

You slip into the island barstool next to him while he nurses a beer. You give him a quick up and down to bait him and then start pouring your mixer. He immediately takes notice of your skimpy attire and finishes up his previous conversation quickly to focus his attention on you. 

You ignore his staring waiting for him to make the first move. This is too easy you reason.

“Hey. I’m JJ,” he introduces with a cocky smirk. You fake uninterest for a moment before being unable to help yourself. “Nice costume, star lord.” You snort at the irony of you both being a marvel character. It seems as if he put effort into it though, not missing a detail. 

“You actually know who I’m supposed to be? Finally. I’ve been explaining it all night,” he dramatically whines. You chuckle at his innocence for a moment. “Of course I know who you are. How could you not? You even got the t-shirt and necklace right.” He appears genuinely satisfied by your compliment. Keeping the ball rolling you start to tease him, “But where’s your groot?” “I tried to get my friend Pope to, but he refused. Something about the sith.” You shake your head knowing you had more in common with the nerdy pogues than your own peers. 

You come to the conclusion that you’re done with the jokes and ready to be serious. You knew what you came for. You down the tequila shot you just poured after already finishing your mixed drink. The liquid courage was all you needed. You slowly lick your lips savoring the last remnants of buzzing flavor left behind letting the alcohol heat you from the inside out. “Maybe I should’ve come as Gamora?” you wink at him suggestively. He slides backwards surprised by your behavior, but also trying to figure out your game. “So, what did you say your name was again?” You edge closer to him until your arm is brushing his. “I didn’t. But does it really matter?” You’re indiscreetly gawking at his plump lips making your desires known. 

He places two fingers on your chin and tilts it upward to him. “I guess not to do this,” he shrugs as he closes the space between you. 

He tastes of bitter beer and spearmint gum, and it sends chills up your spine. You had daydreamed of kissing the feisty boy before but never imagined he’d have a slight softness mixed in with his aggressive rhythm. He slips his tongue into your mouth heightening the taste of him. Lowly he moans at the sensation of you mimicking his actions. Just as the kiss is heading towards a place of passion, not meant for public you pull away. Your slight pants are drowned out by the party roaring around you. 

He quirks a brow at your haste to stop. Your devilish smile takes up your face as you move to remove your face mask. 

“I’m-,” you try to introduce but he’s already jumping out of his seat. “Y/n fucking y/l/n,” he yells over the music with a snarl. 

You feign innocence, “What’s wrong?” His eyebrows shoot up at your audacity. “What’s wrong! I just made out with a kook!” “It’s not my fault you couldn’t tell who I was from a simple mask. It’s not like we talk ever.” He sighs exasperatedly not knowing what else to say.

You smile smugly knowing you accomplished your goal. “Did you like it?” His eyes appear to almost fall out of his head at your salacious words. “What? That’s not even the point.” You huff loudly returning your mask to its place. “Well, when it is the point, find me. Happy Halloween, JJ.” As you saunter off with a swing to your hips, you glance over your shoulder at a stunned and starstruck JJ Maybank. 

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[raindrops-xrosess]

I have a secret

Requested: Yes by @maybebanks​ ! thank you so much for requesting

Hi! I have a request for u! Jj x reader where y/n is a kook and her and jj are dating. None of the pogues know that they’re dating but they see jj has a crush on her. Jj always sneaks into y/n’s house and surprises y/n. One day when she gets back from a shower she sees him and screams because he shocks her. Her parents come in because they think she is in danger and then they see jj and the dad gets mad and the mom thinks it’s cute. Y/n sticks up for jj and it’s rly cute💕💕

Summary: The request (I'm so bad at summaries lol)

Warnings: maybe some cringy writing idk

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.45k

AN: requests are always open unless it says closed in my bio. Enjoy the story <3

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Kooks and pogues. Sworn enemies of the Outer Banks…or at least they should be. However, that wasn’t the case for you and JJ Maybank. You are known all over the Outer Banks as kook royalty, and JJ is as pogue as they come.

You had met when JJ was looking for well-paying jobs off of the cut and your father needed some things done around the outside of your house. He was mowing the lawn right outside your bedroom window on the hottest day of the year at what felt like the crack of dawn.

~~~

It was an early Sunday morning, and you may or may not have been a little bit hungover from partying on the cut with Sarah. That is where you had met the heartthrob that had every female, and some male, pogue, kook, and tour on wrapped around his finger. There was no doubt he was charming, and you tried so hard to hold out, to not give in to those damn eyes, but like everyone else you were trapped in what felt like a trance.

“Hey, do you think you can be a little quieter?!” You yelled as you stepped onto your balcony leading from your bedroom. “God, what year is it?”

“Sure princess let me just find the volume button!” He yelled his snarky comment over the loud noise. Jj quickly turned off the obnoxious machine and made his way over to where you stood. “You’re Sarah’s friend? Right? And Rafe’s girl?” He quizzed you. Any chance he could get to mess with Rafe he would take. And taking his girl? Oh, that would be the sweetest revenge!

No, you technically weren’t “Rafe’s girl” but you and Rafe were kind of something? Maybe? I don’t know you kinda messed around and went to parties together. You tried to stop his drug addiction when you could but he wouldn’t listen. You wanted a real relationship so bad, but not bad enough to fall at the feet of JJ Maybank. He was the fuck and forget type and you were sort of already in that kind of relationship. If JJ wanted anything other than that he would have to work for it.

~~~

And work for it he did. Every Thursday morning he would come by your balcony being extra loud and annoying and you couldn’t help but yell at him. Later the yelling turned into play fighting which turned to feisty flirting. It didn't take long for JJ to want to do something with you but he quickly realizes you wanted something more when he went to ask you out.

“So princess I was thinking we could go to the Party tomorrow at the boneyard like together and shit! What do ya think?” JJ said after climbing a tree to get onto your balcony. This was a common occurrence, him leaping onto your balcony, making his way throughout your room, and toying with your fancy perfumes and fun sunglasses.

“What I think JJ is that once I say yes you are going to drop me like... like yesterday’s newspaper, and I am not a newspaper!” You let out a frustrated sigh. JJ turned around and backed away slightly to give you some space. “I want a real relationship JJ, for once in my life I want something to be real. I don’t want a relationship my parents set up for their damn business gain! I’m tired of all these fake ass kook friends. I want real friends! You and the pogues have such a great friendship, I want that!” You flopped down onto your bed, looking up at the ceiling. JJ stayed silent as he laid down next to you.

“You’re dating Rafe just because your parents are business partners?” You nodded “That’s so messed up!” JJ sighed “Listen, I like you, a lot. Your different than all the other kooks I’ve had the utmost pleasure of meeting.” JJ started to talk in a funny British accent to which you laughed at. “Look as you may have guessed, given by golden reputation I have never been in a real or serious relationship, but I’m willing to change that for you. O-only if that’s what you want of- of course!” He started to stutter nervously. You sat in silence for a moment.

“That would be nice JJ.” You thought for a moment “Do you want to ditch the party tomorrow and do something like just us?” You looked over at him nervously. JJ says up with a smug smile on his face. You followed his actions and sat up.

“You askin me out, princess?” You hit his arm playfully.

“Oh shut up!”

~~~

Flash forward to now where you have been dating JJ for about four months. You had broken up with Rafe and your parents were not happy, but they saw your smile when you would come home from secretly meeting with JJ and they figured there was someone else that gave you butterflies. Your mom was a little more supportive than your dad because, in his eyes, Rafe was the perfect match, but then again he would do anything to make you smile.

Like always JJ would sneak into your room and pick you up for your date or just hang out in your room of your parents weren’t home. This time was no different. You were going out soon so you decided to shower before your date and that is when JJ decided to sneak into your room, knowing your parents were home. As you got out of the shower and walked out in your pajamas and your hair wrapped in a towel, JJ jumped out from around the corner tickling you. “OH DEAR LORD! WHAT THE HELL!” You exclaimed a little too loudly.

”Shhhh baby!” JJ hushed you as he laughed. 

“Shit do you think my parents heard that?” That’s when your parents stormed into your room ready to attack.

“What the hell was that?” “Sweetheart are you ok?” your parents voiced their concern. “Maybank? What is this?” Your dad’s eyes stared holes into JJ’s head. You were in front of JJ as he had his arms around you, still holding your sides. He backed away at your father's questions and put his hands up. “You see sir.. uhh funny story really! You know the thing is-” “He’s my boyfriend!” You said before you slapped your hand over your mouth. You let out a chuckle of disbelief. You can’t believe you just said that. “Oh really? So this is the boy you replaced with Rafe?” your father now stared at you, his movements slow and precise. 

“Yes, and before you say anything about him being from the cut, he makes me really happy. I don’t feel like an outcast when I’m with him. JJ makes me feel important and loved and when we talk there are so many butterflies in my stomach I might as well open a butterfly farm!” You tried to make your father laugh just a little bit. “He is selfless and kind and gentle, and I hope you can accept him because he really is an amazing person”

“Oh well isn’t this the cutest thing I ever did see! I’m not crying nope not me!” Your mother was always so emotional.

“He makes you happy?”

“Very much.”

“Is he respectful?”“The perfect gentleman.” You said looking back at him smiling and reaching out to grasp his hand.

“Then it is ok with me. Son comes here.” Your father motioned his finger to JJ. JJ quickly stepped up to your father. “You hurt one hair on her head and your dead before nightfall. You understand me?” JJ nervously chucked “Yes sir.” They shook hands and JJ retreated back towards you.

“Do you two have any plans for tonight?” Your mother questioned.

“We were just going to see a movie or something. Why momma?”

“How about JJ stays for dinner? Your father is making baked macaroni!” 

“What do you think J?” you looked at him with pleading eyes. Baked macaroni was your favorite. You knew by the look on your mother's face your father had no intension that night to make it but she was trying to get you two to stay in.

“Why not! I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a while.” “THANK YOU!” You kissed his cheek as your mom excitedly made her way off to the kitchen. 

As your father left your room he shouted: “Next time use the front door kid!” “Yes sir!” J shouted back as he saluted to you with a funny face.

“Well know that you met my family... when do I get to meet the Pogues?”

“Soon princess”

~~~

A/N Yay I am so happy I finally got this out! If you want to be tagged in any future fics just sent me a message. My asks are always open if you want to leave a request just know that I take my time when writing so it may be a while before your request is published.

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[everybodyscupoftea]

the tramp stamp

frat jj x reader

i’m drunk because the leafs lost, but i wrote this and i think it’s very important (it’s unedited) 

this is dedicated to @moldisgoodforyou​ because technically this was her idea (consensual content theft).

hannah! i hope i did this justice for you :)

(warnings: drinking, cursing, tattoos)

After the big intramural win, JJ and his teammates decided to hit downtown. You and the girlfriends got a table while the boys went straight to the bar for a round. JJ brought you back a vodka soda and slung an arm over your shoulder, “Baby, how’s it feel being the league’s leading scorer’s girl.”

You leaned into him and smirked, “I don’t know, what’s the benefit I’m getting out of it?”

His hand wandered a little, “Oh, sweetheart, I think you know.”

Laughing, you pinched his side, “Yeah, we’ll see how you’re feeling by the time we leave.”

“Dance?” he asked, leading you to the center of the dance floor without actually waiting for your answer.

Dreams and Nightmares by Meek Mill blasted through the dark club and JJ started bouncing, clearly worked up with adrenaline and alcohol. You could smell the tequila on his breath as he screamed along, face close to yours. It should’ve been gross, but you were feeling the vodka enough to just feel endeared by it.

You finally escaped when the heat got too much and you could feel the sweat on your neck. Some of the other girls were still at the table when you got back, all watching the boys celebrating. One of them nudged you as you sat down, fanning your face, “Imagine if they were pros.��

With a laugh you told her, “I’m not sure I could survive a cup win.”

JJ went back and forth between the bar and the dance floor for a while before stumbling back over to you. Mostly sober, you were able to stay on your feet when he leaned most of his weight into you. He slurred out, “Baby, where ya been?”

“Been right here, J. Where you been?”

“Vibin. You’ve seen me on the dance floor, huh?”

“Yeah I have.”

“Good, dancing for you, sweetheart.”

You laughed, “Damn, can’t believe I get all this for free.”

He planted a sloppy kiss on what was supposed to be your lips, but he miscalculated and actually hit your chin. Pulling back, he frowned and muttered, “Fuck,” before trying again, with a little more success.

You took pity and tilted his chin up a little bit to meet your lips like normal. JJ tried to deepen the kiss, but you kept it tame. Pressing slightly on his chest, you told him, “We’re in public, babe, I’m not near drunk enough for exhibitionism.”

“But I love you, and we won” he whined, leaning in again.

Pushing him away with two fingers on his lips, you frowned, “Take that shit back, I refuse to have you tell me you love me the first time with fucking Sicko Mode playing in the background.”

“No takesies backsies,” he told you with a giggle, kissing your fingertips.

“JJ,” you groaned, stepping away.

“Woah, save that for the bedroom, sweetheart.”

“God I hate you sometimes.”

He winked and shook his head, “No you don’t. You haven’t said it yet, but I know you love me.”

“Oh yeah, that full of yourself, huh?”

“You look at me with happy eyes.”

You stifled a laugh, “Happy eyes?”

“Yeah, you don’t look at anyone else the same way, so I know you love me.”

That was so not the environment you wanted to have that conversation in, so you just hugged him in attempt to stop him from continuing, and it worked. He melted into you a little bit before pulling away, “Home?”

You nodded, “Let’s go home, baby.”

After calling an uber and waiting on the sidewalk, JJ finally turned to you, “Hey, what do you think about matching tattoos?”

You shrugged, “I’d think about it. Could be fun if we had the long-term discussion.”

“Fuck yeah,” JJ cheered, throwing his hands up just as the uber arrived.

Suppressing a laugh, you pulled him into the SUV. He followed easily and the driver started the short route to your apartment. You had a hankering for some strawberries, which you knew you had in the fridge, so you didn’t really pay attention to whatever JJ was doing next to you.

You didn’t have to help JJ up the stairs, shockingly, but when you got into your apartment, it was like he couldn’t stand straight.

“Babe, you want some water?”

He followed you to your room, not answering, and you turned around to look at him as he tried to collapse onto your bed. Unfortunately for him and your downstairs neighbors, he missed and hit the floor hard. You stifled a laugh and he pouted at you from the floor.

“You missed,” you told him, holding out a cup of water. He took it and almost dumped it down his shirt immediately, and you sighed, going to get a paper towel for him. By the time you got back, he was standing, holding the cup away from him, shirt totally soaked.

He grinned, “Hey, I’m going with some friends to smoke some weed, can I come back around 2?”

With a sigh, you nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be up, be safe, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And with one last hug, he was gone. You straightened up your room, changed into your pajamas, and started a movie on your laptop that would last you until about 2 a.m. Somewhere during the movie, you fell asleep and sometime later, woke up to banging on your door.

Stumbling to your feet from your bed, you checked the time. 6:30 a.m. JJ was leaned against your door frame, clearly fucked up, wearing different clothes than the night before. You rubbed your eyes a few times before letting him in. He looked at you, put a hand on your shoulder, and said, “Baby, I’m still so fucked up.”

You led him to the couch, and he collapsed on it. Confident that he was still breathing, you went back to your bed and fell asleep.

By the time you woke up, at 10, JJ was still passed out. Some of your friends had texted you asking about brunch, so you wrote out a short note in case JJ were to wake up while you were gone. He barely shifted when you walked out and tripped over the TV table, so you were pretty sure he’d still barely be conscious when you got back home.

When you got back, he was still out, just like you predicted. You decided to get some homework while he was out. Sitting on your bed, door cracked so you could see if he moved, you started working on a paper for your Ethics class.

JJ finally started to move, so you walked out to be there when he woke up. He’d likely be pretty confused. You glanced over him once and did a double take at the glimpse of ink you saw under his shirt. A little hesitantly, you shoved his shirt up, only to see something that looked a little familiar inked onto his lower back.

Your loud laughter woke JJ up completely and he squinted at you, trying to figure out what the fuck you were laughing at. Sitting down before you fell over, you ran your hand through his hair. He squinted and rasped out, “Morning, mamas.”

“It’s 3 p.m. JJ.”

“Oh.”

You kept stroking his hair and smiled at him, “Got a tattoo last night, hon?”

He tried pushing himself into an upright position before giving up and slumping further into the couch, “I can’t remember.” Glancing down, he did a double take at his shirt, “Is this mine?”

Shrugging, you pulled at the t-shirt, “I’m not sure, but you didn’t leave in this.”

“Fuck, what happened last night?”

“I don’t know, but you told me you’d be back at 2 a.m., and I didn’t see you until 6:30.”

“What day is it?”

And that one even you had to think about, “Saturday afternoon,” you told him after a few seconds.

“Damn, sorry, sweetheart.”

“You’re good, J. I went to brunch and brought home some leftovers; you want some?”

“Actually yeah,” he shifted and you were immediately reminded of the new ink. JJ pushed himself all the way up and stretched, arms going over his head. You glanced around him, and sure enough, your initials, right at the top of his waistband.

“Hey, hon?” you asked, trying to find the best way to broach the subject.

JJ yawned, jaw clicking with how wide his mouth opened, before responding with a questioning hum.

“What about new ink?”

He shrugged, body going a little limp and you gripped the front of his jeans, trying to get him to turn around. JJ leered at you a little and you rolled your eyes until he finally turned and you were able to pull his shirt up to get a good look.

“Baby,” he started, “I do love you, and I faintly remember our conversation. Even though I was fucked up, I meant it.”

“Oh, I believe you,” you told him, lightly tracing the raised ink before taking a quick picture of it.

“Good,” he said, turning back around to kiss you.

You pushed his face away, “You’re not getting close to me without a toothbrush, sweetcheeks.”

JJ grumbled a little bit before going to the bathroom. As soon as you heard the sink start, you sent him the picture. It was obvious when he saw it because you heard a choking noise and a loud ‘what the fuck’ before he came stumbling out of your bathroom.

He looked at you a little panicked, “Is this real?”

You laughed, “Sure looks like. How’s it feel having a tramp stamp of my initials, dumbass.”

“Your dumbass,” he responded with a wink.

“Fuck, I guess so,” you responded, before holding out one of his shirts you had in your drawers, “please put on this shirt, I’m tired of seeing you in Pike letters.”

“Pike?!” he exclaimed, almost choking on the toothbrush, and you burst into laughter.

Before he could go into a full panic, you interrupted, “It’s a joke, baby. But for real, that shirt smells like weed, let me wash it.”

He tugged it off with a sheepish smile, “I love you?”

“Is that a question?”

“I don’t know, are you open to hearing it today?” he asked, a little sarcastically.

“I love you too,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “finish brushing your teeth, baby.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responded with a wink.

***

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[matthewtkachuk]

yall ever just spiral over medium ugly hockey players for an hour and return to the obx fandom on fire?

i’m not going to get into it any more than anyone else has, but @dmonchld @bricksatanakinswindow @sortagaysortahigh and @dreamypeaches have said more than enough 

stop fetishizing latinas and promoting predatory relationships, no cap

thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[dreamypeaches]

rating things my bf has said during seggs | pope heyward x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, pope heyward, has said to you in bed

warnings: smut, cursing, absolute filth

word count: 1.2k

a/n: okay, i know y’all were saying rafe or kie next, but is pure pope love hours here so...here is some pope smut that the fandom desperately lacks. enjoy :)

jj rafe kie sarah topper kelce

“you like that huh?”

12/10

-yes I do

-had me screaming

Ever since you and Pope had lost your virginities to each other, you had been going at it like rabbits. He loved you with his whole heart and exploring this new side of your relationship made him love you even more, if that were possible. Pope loved conducting researching, reading everything he could about certain topic. Sex was just the same. So when he came to you wanting to try something out, you were quick to say yes.

That’s how you found yourself with your hands tied to the headboard, Pope’s fingers slowly pumping in and out of you while he pressed a small bullet vibe to your clit. He put a little more pressure on the sensitive nub, making you squirm and scream out his name. He grinned, amazed that he was the one making you feel like this.

“You like that, huh?” He asked, cockily. All you could do was nod as his fingers picked up speed while he pressed harder on your clit. You were a screaming, moaning mess for the rest of the night.

“god your body…”

1000000002293838919101/10

-gives me confidence

-makes me blush/moan

-love this sm

Pope placed soft kissed on your neck, his strokes slow and hard, hitting deep inside you. You moan his name as he sucks at the sensitive spot on your neck. He sits up, pushing on your knees with one hand to spread you wider for him. The other hand caresses your torso, his touch so light it makes you shiver.

“God, your body…” he moans out, desire dripping from his words as he picks up speed a little more. You blush and moan as he leans down, littering love bites across your chest and collarbones. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he breathed. The hardness of his thrusts increases, almost shoving you up the bed with how hard his hips snap into yours. Your back arches as he continuously hits that special spot inside you, making you scream his name.

“be quiet baby”

15/10

-our friends were right outside

-i was not quiet

-it was his fault

The sounds of John B, JJ, and Kie shuffling outside the van made you and Pope freeze. His head was buried in your cunt. The rest of the Pogues are laughing and talking right outside while Pope smirks up at you from his place between your legs.

“Be quiet baby,” He muttered before delving back in, his tongue flicking in and out of your fold. You bite back a moan and Pope’s fingers start to join in on the fun, rubbing circles on your clit. You try and suppress your moans by biting your fist, but he suddenly plunges his fingers into your dripping pussy, making you scream out in pleasure.

“What the fuck!”

“what do you want me to do for you?”

88274893/10

-making sure I get what I need too!!

-both had a great time

-i cannot stress enough how good this is seriously

Pope’s hand presses against the back of your head as you gag on his cock. You pull up slightly, looking up at him from under your eyelids. Your hand grasps the base of his shaft, stroking it as your swirl your tongue around his tips, sucking slightly.

“I’m gonna cum!” He groans, dick pulsing in your mouth as white ropes spurt from from. You swallow it all, bobbing your head slightly to bring him down. Sitting up, you smirk at him and wipe the corner of your mouth with a finger. Pope leans forward, capturing your lips with his own and flipping you onto your back. Moving down your body, he smiles up at you.

“What do you want me to do for you?” He asks. Your heart melts at his words. You pull him back up for a quick kiss before showing him exactly where you wanted him.

“can we snuggle?”

10/10

-cuddles are basically mandatory now

-i love snuggles

“Fuck, Pope!” you cried out as Pope furiously pounded into you. He had your hands pinned above your head, while the other held your thigh, hooking high on his waist so he could angle himself deep inside you. You yelled out as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through you, clenching around Pope’s dick as you came. The feeling of you pulsing around brings Pope to his climax, moans mixed with curse words and your name leaving his lips like his favorite song. He gives a few more shallow thrusts, ride you both through your orgasms before he pulls out and collapses beside you.

His chest rises and fall quickly, yours doing the same beside him. Turning his head towards you, a goofy smile appears as he comes down from his high. You loved after sex Pope, he was the sweetest man in the universe, which was saying a lot since normal Pope was the sweetest man in the galaxy.

“Can we snuggle?” He asks, already knowing the answer. You nodded lazily, rolling over into his loving arms.

“how are you doing that??”

75000/10

-felt goddess af

-love making him feel good

Pope wasn’t the only one who could do research. You had decided this after one especially fun night where Pope had showed you a particularly adventurous position that had you cumming harder than ever before. You also wanted to bring something new and exciting into the bedroom, so you stayed up late googling.

You were ready to put your new knowledge into action, sinking onto his cock as he lay on his back on the bed. It started out simple, you did what you always did when you rode Pope. Hips rolling, bouncing every now and then. As you started to really get into the rhythm, you decided it was time to pull out your secret weapon. As you rolled your hips, you reached behind you and softly caress the skin between his balls and ass. The groan that leaves Pope’s lips is so sinful and deep that you almost cum right there.

“How are you doing that?” He moans.

“You’re not the only one who does their research,” You tease back.

“f*ck baby girl, i’m close”

infinity/10

-glad Im doing my job right

-made me proud

Pope’s chest was pressed against your own, hands splayed across your back as you bounced on his cock. He was a moaning, whimpering mess as you worked your magic. You press him back down, his back hitting the mattress as you place your feet flat on the bed. Hand on his chest for support, you start to full on bounce on his dick, his hands gripping your hips to help move you.

“Fuck, baby girl, I’m close,” He says. You moan at the nickname, absolutely loving when he called you that. You hand moves down to your clit, rubbing it rapidly as you got closer to your orgasm.

“I’m cumming, baby, oh… Y/N!” He shouts your name as he coats the walls of your pussy. You follow right after, juices leaking on to your thighs as you come. You collapse onto his chest, his arms wrapping and you and holding you tight. He kisses the top of you head, his signature grin painting his face.

“I love you,” He whispers.

“I love you too.” You reply.

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