#so is JJ

[criminalmindsinncorrect]

JJ: Listen. You might be gay..

Reid:

JJ: but you're my gay

JJ: let's go bitch

[strongermonster]

why is this written like it's trying to hypnotize me into making a batch of caramelized onions, and more importantly, why is it working

[tomatette]

for old times' sake ...

[bunnyrafe]

jj talking you through it.

because he just loves when you're all dumb on his cock, feels like it’s where you belong when your whole frame and your pretty tits are bouncing along with each of his thrusts. your hand is locked around his wrist while his own is wrapped around your throat, and he can tell your close again by the way your pretty cunt hugs around him and the noises that fall from your lips.

“makin’ such a mess on me, sweet girl,” he manages to get his words out without any groans or grunts interrupting him, “you’ve got a few more in you— i know y’do.”

you whimper his name before your hands grab at his shoulders and attempt to pull him down to your level. you need him closer, need him to kiss your spit slick lips and swallow up all your whines. and he does that under the condition that you’ll cum for him once more, and a few times after that. when he feels your body tense up on him, he finally gives you what you want so he can trap you there. wrapping you up in his strong arms and pinning you to him, forcing you to take everything he has with every push and pull of his hips; every inch of his cock that has you crying & squealing.

“give it to me, baby.” he grunts against your pouty lips.

whatever bit of restraint you were clinging to slips past your fingers the second your eyes squeeze shut. your body convulses against jj’s and he has the nerve to laugh in your ear as you tremble and cream all over his dick.

“i know, i know.” jj sighs while trying his best not to ruin your high and overwhelm you with the way he grinds his hips against your own, “you’re doing so good f’me, hm? my sweet, sweet girl— just keep letting me make you feel so good. you deserve it, don’t you?”

[marilynslove]

you and jj cockwarming for the first time <3

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"mmf, and we just .. don't move?" he mumbled, an underlying tone of desperation laced in his words as you straddled him; the feeling of your walls enveloping him making him chew on the inside of his cheek. you nod slowly, head resting in the crook of his neck as you let out a quiet, shaky breath. he almost lets out a whine at your response, the feeling of your walls tight around him making him clench his fists - his arms slithering around your waist. "m'gonna be honest princess, i don't know how long i can last ju-" he quickly shuts himself up as feels you clench around him, his head leaning against the headboard as he let out a strangled moan. without a second thought his hips buck up into you, the combining of your moans filling the quiet of the room.

he placed his hand on your hips, his grip tight as he pulled you closer - trying to get deeper inside your cunt as he slowly started rutting into you.

"baby-"

"shh, princess. just-, just lemme have this?"

[sourscratched]

unsleeping misc

[the-purple-possum]

When I say I really want a Jason adopts tim fic, I don't mean I want him to become a parent at 19 to a teen like 2-4 years younger than him, I want Jason to meet Tim and decide that he wants Tim on his side.

I want Jason to adopt Tim as his Robin, like he decides that he wants to recruit this 15 year old that is some how the smartest and snarkiest person in Gotham. I don't want infantilised tim, I want a sorta Nani and Lilo sibling dynamic, but with a smaller age gap.

Like sure, Jason sees his little brother as some sort of soggy kitten that he must protect, but also a Tim that is very capable of looking after himself.

I want Tim to look at Jason, see Bruce back when he first donned the Cape and traffic light colours. And then in true Tim fashion decide to fix him, B was being too over protective since Red Hood showed up anyways.

Like imagine, Jason meeting Tim instead by accident when he drops in on a drug trade. Tim says some quip that throws him off his game while fighting. Jason basically losing to a very deadly fifteen year old who's not slept in 29 hours, and he thinks 'f it, I like the kid'. Then trying to recruit him consistently until Tim goes 'why tf not'.

I want enemies to caretaker, but they both think they're the caretaker

[f1archives]

Has everyone seen the medical car for the Dutch GP?

[rubiehart]

I have such a thing for jj mimicking u during sex. Like u’ll just be hanging out with the pogues, someone makes a dirty joke and BOOM he’s pretending to rut into ur ass and moaning like a bitch. It’s actually so him.

ughh he’s so annoying.. but i’d love this so..

you’re reaching up to reach something from the top cabinet at the chateau, front half pressed against the counter top as you struggle to reach, stretching your fingers in an attempt, slumping down in frustration, a little noise leaving your lips that was a little far from innocent, eyes widening when you noticed.

sighing when you notice jj picked up on it, chuckling around his beer can as john b shoots him a look, knowing where this was going.

“damn, just got deja vu.” he smirks, taking a long sip of his beer as you shake your head warning him, stern expression on your face.

he just fakes a confused expression. “here. look i gotchu.” coming up right behind you, practically rutting against your ass as he reaches above you, the other pogues complete unamused, used to his antics by now. “jj don’t you fuckin’ dare.” you mutter and he just chuckles, whimpering and moaning in your ear, clearly mimicking you.

spinning around quickly, pushing his chest as he stumbles back a little, giggling when he does so, dropping the angry persona as he just smirks. when you eventually leave the space john b just shakes his head.

“you serious?” “bro- like i’m just-“ he attempts to explain and john b shuts him up, throwing a dish tag at him. “don’t care.” before bounding down the front porch steps to meet everyone else, leaving jj defeated in the kitchen.

[pbnmj]

what was supposed to just be pavitr and meera jain spiralled into a LOT of spiders in formalwear/red carpet outfits.... most of them referenced off met gala outfits and then adjusted to suit my own tastes LOL

[luthqrs]

JENNIFER ‘JJ’ JAREAU and EMILY PRENTISS in CRIMINAL MINDS 3x14 | 'Damaged'

[horrorofmyown]

Guys

Spencer has no right to be in the FBI

Like if I was a criminal I’d be like

I would be cooked, I would admit everything

“Yes baby I did it, whatcha gon do now?”

Or or I’d be innocent and be like I didn’t do it but I could do you

Shushshsbdbshsyagaha s

[princessbrunette]

shittysoundcloudrapper!jj was persuasive and he knew it. it took barely any convincing anyway, his pretty best friend was just so whipped for him.

“look all i’m sayin’ is all this could be yours.” he fans the money out, staring you down with the ghost of a smirk as you lounge on his bed. you push your mouth into the corner, considering his offer as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt. it’s not that you didn’t trust jj, you did — you’d just never been so exposed before. his friends would hear this song, strangers would hear this song — you almost couldn’t believe he was asking to record your moans as a backing track for his beat. as you think, your smile grows — the blonde creeping towards you until he’s stood right infront of you, looming over your curled seating position.

“c’mon mama, you smell that?” he caresses your face with the wad of money, running it over your cheek and beneath your nose. “yeah. that’s that paper. hard earned benjys. you wanna help me out, don’t you? know you do.” he cooes and you’re hypnotised, nodding your head with fluttering lashes. it’s times like this he was glad to have you under his thumb.

it’s later on in the evening that things are ready to commence. perhaps when you’d agreed to help jj out, he wasn’t quite clear on the task at hand. yes, he wanted your moans for his backing track — but he didn’t want you stood infront of a mic, awkwardly recreating a scene from pornhub premiums. no, he was after the real deal. authenticity. method acting, so he called it.

“‘cus like, i’on know what’s worse. a chick faking an orgasm when you’re fucking her, or faking it just for the sake of your music. nah, i think… we’re close enough to make the real thing happen. like — for artistic expression… purposes.” he explains as he sets up his little mic, pulling a pair of headphones over his ears to check the sound. “check, check.” he drawls into the mic before nodding in approval.

“so how are we gonna…” you furrow your eyebrows, always having been on the more innocent side of the sex spectrum. before you even get to attempt to verbalise your confusion, the blonde lifts his head — responding like it was no biggie.

“oh, i can totally go down on you. ‘f’thats cool.” his tongue darts out to swipe at the corner of his mouth and you feel your eyes widen. “really you just gotta lay there n’hold the mic. easy as shit.” he shrugs, finally sitting down and looking at you expectedly as you gawk.

“wait, really?” you giggle. you’d thought about it many times, jj maybank between your legs — but now it was all too real, and you didn’t know it would be happening so out of the blue, practically a business proposition. he’s in your space again, cupping your cheek in that way that was far too familiar to just be friendly.

“look — babe, you don’t gotta worry about things being weird, alright? i’m a munch, like actually — aaaand, are you tellin’ me right now, you would say no to a little head? i mean if you don’t want me to eat it you can always y’know, DIY—” he gestures a circular rubbing motion with his middle and ring fingers, alluding to getting yourself off instead. “little dj action. just need the moans to be real. m’going all out director mode here.” somehow, the thought of touching yourself infront of jj was more humiliating — so you shake your head, sucking on your lip in thought.

“no, you can do it.” you whisper and he grins.

“yeah? atta girl. what a team player.” your best friend praises before kissing you quickly on the mouth. something he always did, platonically — but now made your heart speed up a ridiculous amount.

as you lay back shakily on the bed, you think back on the lyrics scrawled in messy handwriting in the notebook he’d leave lying around — the contents pointing to him really being about that eating pussy life. something like ‘sucking all on her clit like it’s my lifeline — she asked to return the favour, already got mine’ underlined in red biro.

it’s a blur after he hits record, kissing on your thighs making you giggle and rubbing you until there’s a wet spot through the cotton of your panties. you know he’s smiling, because you can feel the upwards curve of his mouth when he starts kissing you through the fabric. you’re pleasing him just from letting out the sweetest whimpers, challenging himself to get you to moan louder for the sake of his song.

it’s not long before he’s got you bare from the waist down, legs fanned wide open with his arms round your thighs. by this point, he has to remind himself not to talk as to not disrupt the recording — and you’re doing him proud, not even having to try to release the most breathy, beautiful sounds that he knew would be perfect on the track.

you get pouty as soon as the whole things over, deciding your best friend was a total sicko. he’d gotten all kissy on you, wet lips smushed against yours, his eyes all hazy from arousal as he makes you taste yourself, murmuring about how you did such a good job for him before wandering off shamelessly to the bathroom to jack off. you get shy, still oozing your release onto his grey-blue bed sheets thinking back on the way you begged him to talk you through it. he was focused on his producing, but he couldn’t resist on whispering “there y’go pretty mama. lemme hear it, good girl.” whilst you cream on his mean fingers.

no one seems to think it’s a big deal but you, his friends john b and pope often lazing around his place smoking weed and playing on the playstation, totally unresponsive to jj sat sprawled on the couch with his laptop on his lap, chopping and editing away on some shitty producer plugin — your moans occasionally playing around the room as he clicks away, tongue between his lips in concentration, backwards cap snug over messy blonde strands.

the boys chime in with an occasional comment. “sounds dope, man.” pope hums out brainlessly as he stares at the tv, thumbing aggressively at the console joystick, the brunette beside him quick to agree.

“no yeah, sounds good.” he agrees, eyes even darting towards where you’re curled on the couch painting your toenails, trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing.

when he drops the song, he promotes it everywhere — and whilst you asked for no credits for your… addition, it seems to go without saying that you’re the girl on the song, no one else even in question as wherever jj goes you’re seen hanging off his arm. his friends might not make a big deal, but you notice the stares when you go out.

rafe cameron has the audacity to corner you at the juice bar, wearing a smirk that just told you that he knew. “yeah uh, love your friends little song.” he stares you down, egging on a reaction. “been playin’ it on a loop for some reason.”

you avoid his eyes. “yeah, it’s pretty good.” you shy away, but he blocks your path.

“mm, for sure, yeah but uh, you— you know i could have sworn i recognised the… female voice in the back. got any idea who that might be or…?” his smirk only grows, licking his lips as he looms over you.

“nope…” the doe eyes give you away.

“huh, ‘cos it kinda sounds like a pretty girl i know.”

you run and tell jj, all sniffly and regretful — knowing that snitching on rafe to jj is only going to cause problems. his reaction is less defensive and aggressive than you imagined, instead leading you through to his bedroom by the waist.

“look, bae — people are gonna talk, alright? doesn’t mean shit. sure as hell don’t care about what rafe thinks.” he sits you down, standing above you as he curls a hand under your chin affectionately. “but hey, if the money wasn’t enough— think i can make it worth your while. y’wanna lay down for me, sweets? no mic this time. jus’ me and that pretty pussy.”

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Joe, you are the sweetest and most loving man. You cheer on the women of the BAU in the show and in real life. All the love and support to them is amazing. You're the true papa of the BAU ♥️

[itsallaboutbl]

Because you are the one who changed my life.

[goodobservationshirley]

Jill was like "anyway, now that we're done with the work stuff, how's your wife?"