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[nirvanaissogood]

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Asking boyfriend!JJ to leave the room to change

Based on this tiktok

You set up your phone on the bathroom counter, hiding it behind a tissue box so JJ wouldn't see it. "Hey J?" You call from the bathroom. He's laying on your shared bed scrolling on his phone.

"Yeah baby?"

"Can you step out real quick so I could change?" He absent mindedly nods and gets off the bed to leave the room. Right as he steps through the doorway, the realization hits him.

"Wait, what did you just say?" He walks to the bathroom to look at you. You try not to laugh at the bewildered look on his face.

"I asked if you could step out of the room real quick so I could change." The confusion on his face just deepens.

"But...why?"

"I want some privacy."

He scratches his head as he tries to process this information. "Do- do you not remember what we just did like 20 minutes ago?" He looks at the imaginary watch on his wrist

"JJ!" You scream and grab your phone from its hiding place. He looks at your phone and his jaw drops as he realizes what happened.

"Was this for tiktok?! You little mischief! I was so confused!" He joins in on your laughter. His smile then turns into a cheeky grin, "so does this mean I get a show?"

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What's it finna play?! WOAHHHHH!!

(Need)

Rubbing you through your underwear until you're dripping, needy, and begging to be fucked. I want you to make a mess in those panties for me, they're going in your mouth later so you can taste yourself when I breed you.

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obx boys

reacting to you accidentaly texting them instead of your friend :)

in the pope one, it’s supposed to be knew and not knee💀

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omgomgomgomg

You telling jj that you’re horny when sitting on his lap?? Maybe shy!reader 🤨 thx babe💗💗

so so sorry it’s taken me ages! hope you enjoy <3

You try not to be embarrassed when you start feeling all hot and bothered in public, but with the way JJ has his hands on your skin it’s hard not to be.

You’re sitting on his lap whilst the other Pogues are perched around the fire. Sticks with marshmallows on the end hanging over the fire as half drunk bottles of beer rest against their ankles.

You fight off the feeling of the growing heat between your legs, but it’s getting hard to ignore and JJ was starting to take notice.

“If you keep moving around you’re gonna get me hard.” He whispered into your ear, not wanting the others to hear the conversation about to go down.

You fight back a whimper. “I can’t help it.”

JJ lets out a low chuckle. “Something bothering you, sweetheart? Tell me and maybe I can help.”

“I need…” you start, but your words drift off your tongue as JJ begins to press featherlight kisses along your neck and jawline. His lips against your skin make you even hotter.

“Hmm?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me.”

You grind on him. The growing hardness under your thighs makes your head swirl. “I need you to touch me, Jay. Really badly.”

JJ lets out a slow laugh, the sweetness of his breath fans over your cheek and you bite your lip. “I’ll do anything you tell me to. Where do you want me to touch you?”

Your eyes dart around you. The others are too deep in a conversation to even notice the sudden shift in atmosphere around you both. May as well get some sort of relief whilst they’re busy.

“Here.” You grab his wrist, bringing it under your t-shirt to your breasts. You silently thank yourself for not wearing a bra. “I want you to touch me here.”

JJ groans deeply in your ear, his cock twitches against your thigh and you teasingly wiggle your hips to make him more flustered. “Since when did you get so confident? Normally you’re my sweet, innocent girl.” His fingers graze over your nipples, sending a shiver down your spine to your toes.

You lean your back against his chest, your hips continue to move in slow circles. The feeling of his length pressed against your backside makes your core clench. “I can’t help myself. You make me so horny.”

JJ presses a wet kiss below your ear. “If you control yourself now, I’ll reward you later.”

“Really?” You stop moving and look over your shoulder at him. His cheeks were turning a pretty pink shade and his pupils were heavily dilated. “You promise to fuck me so good I see stars?”

“Fuck.” JJ grits his teeth. He has to force himself not to excuse the two of you right now. “I promise to fuck you so good you see stars. But later. Right now, I’m gonna enjoy the fire and the feel of you pressed against my cock.”

You bite your lip in anticipation. “Yes, sir.”

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Never finished it, smut

"Dwayne," You choke out, his cock hitting places your previous lovers couldn't even dare come near. Who knew this quiet, handsome tall man from the boardwalk was this possessive and this dominant. From his looks you would think he would be at least a little dominant, but not this much. But dear God you were loving every minute with this man. 

"Mine." His whole body was covering you, his chest touching your own, your legs over his hips and heels digging into his cute buttcheeks. Your hands tangled in his long, silky back hair. His hands were everywhere he could possibly put them, his lips never falling too far away from your neck.

"See! I told you," Distant voices coming closer and closer, just as your 3rd peak was. "that bastard took her!" Footsteps came running down into part of the cave Dwayne took me. 

"What did I tell you," Marko smacks Paul before walking slowly towards both Dwayne and I. Dwayne got tense and moved his arm under my back and pulled me to his chest, his thrusting became even harder. He grinded against me as he suddenly growled. 

Marko stood just by our heads, Dwayne staring him down, still growing. "Mine." His face vamped out, baring his fangs at Marko. Paul slowly makes his way over as Dwayne turns to look at him, hissing at him. 

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PLEASE

How Far?

{david x reader}

rating: explicit

summary: You finally admit one of your secret fantasies to David - being hypnotized.

warnings: hypnokink, mind control kink, established relationship, swearing, Dom/sub undertones, you can't act coy with this man he makes you say it, mentions of choking, mentions of pain play

David waits until the boys leave before he tackles the issue head-on.

You've been distant all night, and even though David can be an asshole, he knows he didn't do anything wrong this time. You're not upset, either. (He would smell the annoyance wafting off your feeble human body if you were. It's amazing how expressive you are - and you don't even realize it.) You are agitated, though; a very special, very heady kind of agitated that makes his cock stir. 

You're lost in thought when David plops down beside you. The ancient sofa dips under his weight, causing you topple toward him. David doesn't mind. He slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close.

"Someone's distracted," David says.

You could deny it, but what's the point? Lying never worked with him.

"Sorry."

You rest your head on his chest, finally giving him the attention he's craved all night. You suppose you have been distracted. It's not your fault, though. It's your stupid boyfriends'.

Unconsciously, you kiss the hollow of his throat and snuggle closer. You have the cave all to yourself ... You might as well make the best of it, especially if it means calming the ache tormenting your core. 

David draws you into his lap, trailing his hands down your back until they reach your ass. He squeezes, dragging your hips closer, forcing you to feel the ache that's formed in his pants, too. 

"Someone's needy," you murmur.

David raises an eyebrow. "Do you expect me not to get hard when your scent is stinking up the place?"

His words sink in. Your face burns with embarrassment. "Fucking vampires..."

David doesn't need a reason to be smug, but your reply does just that. He eagerly snatches the upper hand, rolling his hips against yours. You bite your lip to keep from moaning. 

"Talk to me," David says. "I wanna know what's got you hot under the collar."

You groan and hide your face in his shoulder.

You hate it when he plays this game because he always wins. Sure, you win, too - fuck, if the prize isn't sweet - but it's humiliating. Especially now; especially this.

This isn't like asking him to choke you or slap you around. It's depraved. And while David has never shamed your kinks in the past (even the really disgusting ones), for some reason, this one feels like a deal breaker. After all, even though David is a vampire, he's still a guy from the nineteen-hundreds, and you know that one day you'll scandalize his poor Progressive Era heart. 

David says your name, and you shake your head, refusing to show your face. 

"I can always make you talk," he states.

The threat shoots down your spine like a lightning bolt. Your thighs clench around him, and you can't help the sudden gush of arousal that dampens your underwear. 

You can feel the shift in his posture as he puts two and two together. "Oh?"

Fucking vampires ...

David squeezes your hips, pulling you away from his chest so he can look into your eyes. You try to turn away, but he catches your cheek, coaxing you to face him head-on.

"You're not getting anything if you pout like that." David holds your chin, and, despite that permanent smug expression laced onto his face, he's sincere. "Tell me what you want."

You wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole, but it doesn't. So, you gather your words and slowly, hesitantly admit your desires.

"I want you to control me."

David tilts his head. "To do what?"

"Whatever you want."

Thankfully, he doesn't seem repulsed. He doesn't seem anything. His face is frustratingly impassive; his blue eyes never waver.

"How far are you willing to go, sweetheart?"

How far?

You bite your lip.

Your mind conjures image after image of all the perverted things David could make you do, but telling him spoils the fun. You want to be his little hypnoslave, a mindless fuckpuppet that does whatever he wants.

Besides, it's not like he can't tell. Hypnosis isn't the only talent vampires have - they're mind readers, too. And when David chooses (and he chooses a lot), he can peer into your twisted little brain to get the answers he needs.

You feel him there, tickling the edge of your consciousness as he pokes his nose into your business. You don't mind. Thoughts are easier than words; they're unfiltered, laid bare for his viewing pleasure. David flips through your imagination like pages in a magazine, earmarking the fantasies he finds particularly appealing, prodding the ones he wants more details about. 

He knows your limits, the things you would never do in a thousand years. He respects them. You know, even under hypnosis, he wouldn't exploit that.

David doesn't need an answer, but he wants one. So, you say:

"I trust you."

He releases your chin in favor of stroking your hair. "Yeah?" You nod. David smirks. "Give me a kiss, then, sweetheart, and I'll make you feel good."

You close the distance between your bodies. The kiss isn't heated. It's passionate - an exchange of vows between two lovers. You hand him your trust, and he promises not to break it. You crush his jacket between needy fingers as David sinks his hooks into your brain.

Initially, it's a mere whisper of a sensation, but before you know it, it buzzes in your bones and pulses in your veins. That clear, hypnotic suggestion takes root in your nervous system until you're limp in David's arms. The shame is the first thing that goes. Your head is so foggy you can barely remember why you were embarrassed.

And then, you're hot.

That unwavering need in your sex becomes painful as a small, conscious part of you realizes that you're finally under David's control.

David breaks the kiss. 

You realize he must have left that one part of you awake - just long enough for you to know he was following through, long enough for you to see his smirk before he fully submerged you into the trance.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," you breathe, drunk on him.

"Good."

David cradles either side of your head, and your mind completely fogs over. His voice echoes in your ears despite his lips never moving.

I'll take care of everything, sweetheart. All you need to do is let go.

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😋😋😋

pope’s not the only reason jj is a frequent visitor of the heyward household. warnings: black!reader, little heyward is kind of a perv (pervy girls stand up!) also peep the old format omg...throwback

jj maybank x heyward!reader

it’s well known that the heyward siblings were strange, not quite having social skills on par with their peers. but whereas pope’s quirkiness was a part of his charm, you were just…off putting.

you were too aware of how uncomfortable you made people, you were fickle. coy and flirtatious one moment then vulgar and rude the next. but most people payed no mind to it because of those big doe eyes you had, nobody could resist the way those crude words sounded coming out of you little doll mouth.

kinda sucks that jj is your favorite target.

well sucks for him at least, you're having a ball.

he's giving you a stick n poke in your room, which isn’t unusual for him to be there with you alone because he’s known pope as long as you've been alive and as far as anyone’s concerned you view him as a nuisance at best unless you need something. what that something is more often than not is frivolous and nonsensical which is why he’s sitting between your legs on your teddy bear duvet giving you a tattoo right on your hip bone.

“ya know maybank, it’ll probably do you some good to tell me ‘no’ every once in a while,” you take a swig of your beer before putting it on you night stand, “pope's gonna bitch when he finds out.”

you like him like this, during his rare moments of focus and his attention is on you and only you. letting your fingers trace the slope of his nose you think. if you didn’t know any better you'd say you had a little crush on the blonde.

“well sweetheart he’s just gonna havre t'be mad you’re 22 years old and he’s not your dad so…” jj mumbles in concentration, wiping the tender skin as gently as possible with an alcohol pad, "can't really tell you what to do, not like he ever could."

you giggle, running your fingers over your lips, "I think you're the only one who could." your hips twitch when he goes over a particularly sensitive patch of skin, whimpering slightly in pain.

"yea 'cause you can't scare me."

"yes I do jayj, that's why you're here right now."

he pays, brows furrowed in clear annoyance, "I'm not fuckin scared of you."

"you're sitting in my bed with me half naked and you didn't say anything about it."

he hadn't said anything on purpose, he's been doing his best to ignore how you were in nothing but a pair of boy briefs and a wife beater because every time he acknowledges it, he ends up balls deep in you with the music blaring to cover your moans.

when he looks up at you, you're smirking--knowing where this has the potential to go and he sighs, wiping the tattoo as he starts to leave.

"wha-where are you goin?"

"I finished the tattoo, I'm goin home."

you lift your head to examine the tattoo--a lopsided little portrait of miffy the rabbit.

"but I don't want you to go!" you're petulant and soiled, used to getting your way from him and everyone else in your family.

slowly jj turns back to you, adjusting his hat as he rakes his eyes over you before settling on your frowned up face, "fuck, alright alright what do you even wanna do."

you shrug, "what we always do."

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SHIII ION MIND. AGREEIN W IT ALL TOO.

I need them in my GUTS.

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Love reading these reposts 😭

I need them in my GUTS.

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I need them in my GUTS.

#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #obx #so fine #MORE then the tip PLEASE #im just a girl??? #🎀｡ﾟ･｡ﾟᐠ( ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ )ᐟ｡ﾟ･｡ﾟ🎀

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omfg but innocent!reader and bsf!jj play fighting on the beach and jj’s absolutely losing his mind bc hello!!! boobies in bikini right by his face!!!!

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“you get back here missy!” he calls out to you, deep voice cutting through the humid North Carolina air.

giggling girlishly, you continue to move away from him, the poor boys towel clutched between your manicured fingers, “catch me if you can!”

he’s right behind you when your turn around. wet, warm arms wrapping around your middle, picking you up and spinning you around, “gotcha”

you pout, being caught, and turn to face him once he puts you down, feet regaining balance in the uneven sand.

the slight adjustment has your perky tits bouncing in your tiny triangle bikini, jj’s heavy lidded eyes trying to stay on your own.

you feign innocence at him as he snatches the towel from your hands and wraps it around his waist, a gentle “m’sorry jayj” falling from your plump lips.

“oh whatever sunshine. all innocent now huh?” he jokes, eyes flickering out to the ocean. you use his momentary distraction to your advantage, reaching out and snatching the towel right off of him.

you underestimate the boy as you begin your quick retreat, launching yourself right into him as you try and scurry away.

laughing, he lifts you in the air quickly, unaware that this action would cause your cleavage to bracket his face. he’s practically moterboating you as you squirm and giggle in his grip, trying to keep possession of his towel.

he brings it behind his back quickly, and you do your best to reach behind him. this makes his problem worse, his face now pressed directly between your sun-warmed tits as you try and reach his hand.

he drops you quickly, the fabric of his swim shorts stretched tightly across his cock, “alright, you win cupcake”

you raise the towel victoriously, your boob slipping out the side of your bikini. jj watches, a quiet “jesus christ” falling from his lips.

you giggle and adjust it, “oops!”

he shakes his head, covering his erection quickly, “yeah, oops”

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OHHHHH MYYYY GODDD

jj fucking you in the Twinkie

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Thinking about the other pogues being at the beach and both of you are still in the Twinkie.

JJ's got a hand wrapped around your Throat from behind as he pounds into you,his chest flush against your back as lick a stripe up your neck.

"yeah,you like that dolly?" he mumbles as his other hand travels down your stomach before stopping on your clit,rubbing fast circles as his thrusts grow sloppier.

"fuck, squeezing me tight...thinking you might want me to come inside." "please,want it inside" you mumble in a high pitched whine,meeting his thrust from behind as your back arches impossibly deeper.

"then come,make a mess right on the seat" he laughs shortly before interrupting himself with a groan "fuck I'm gonna come"

Tilting your head to the side to look at him over your shoulder,god he looked so pretty. Beads of sweats rolling down his neck as they pool between the pecs of his chest,fluffy blonde hair sticking to his forehead and his Lower lip caught between his teeth. you nod eagerly "want you inside daddy,come inside please..." and who was he to deny it as your walls tighten around him "cumming..." you squeal before clamping on him. "fuck,baby...you want it,yeah?"

"yes,yes...inside JJ" burning himself to the hilt he does exactly so,painting your insides white as he collapses on you rubbing tired circles on your puffy clit as you shake beneath him from overstimulation. "hm...fuck" he groans,pressing a kiss to the blade of your shoulder. "we gotta clean this up before the others come back." Pressing one last kiss on your back he slowly comes back up,pulling himself out as he plunges two of his fingers back in "keep right in there,mama" he mumbles before putting the bottom of your bikini back on. "thank you jayj.." you say tiredly as he turns you around after tucking himself back in his trucks.

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RAFE 😭😭

PLEASEEEE can u show the time where reader caught rafe punching the squishmallows that really sent me

"don't laugh, okay?" you say it softly, right outside the door to your bedroom.

"why would i laugh?" rafe’s asking seriously, but you're already a tiny bit embarrassed of what lies on the other side of the door and you're unsure how rafe will react.

"it's, like, a third of the size of your room-"

"shut up and open the door."

you sigh, turning the handle and pushing to let yourself in first. rafe follows, staring around the tiny room observantly. his eyes flicker from corner to corner, taking it in. you stand to the side patiently, playing with your hands, in particular the ring rafe had just gotten you, fiddling and twisting it repeatedly.

he walks around for a second, stopping at your bookshelf to take a look at the titles on the shelves and then moving on, staring at the photos on the wall and then sniffing a stray candle on the nightstand. he finally stops at your dresser, glancing over the lotions and perfumes littered on top to stare at the framed picture of the two of you perched right in the center, odds and ends he's gotten you in the last month scattered around.

"so?" you question quietly, eyes big.

"which drawer's got your panties?"

"rafe! shut up."

"it's a cute room. why'd you get so worried?"

"i don't know. habit." you settle on the bed, bringing your biggest squishmallow onto your lap, holding it in your arms comfortingly. rafe's still looking around.

"always had one favorite color, huh?"

"yes," you admit, squeezing the stuffed animal harder. rafe finally comes to join you on the bed, gesturing to the squishmallow as soon as he does.

"what the hell is that?"

"this is ricky. he's a clownfish. he has a career, i just can't remember-"

"huh?"

"they all have jobs and hobbies, rafe. the squishmallows. i think he's an underwater singer or something."

"you sleep with that huge thing on the bed?"

"every night. when i'm here, at least. i should get one for tannyhill!"

"don't know about all that." he takes it into his hands, moving it around, observing it from all sides. "every single night?"

"yeah. why?"

"nothin'."

the conversation changes to the books on your nightstand, and you forget all about the squishmallow resting on your bed until you step out to get a cup of lemonade for rafe.

walking back in, you wonder if you put enough sugar in, when you open the door to see rafe smacking your squishmallow with his right hook, right to his little face.

"what are you doing?!" it spills out before you can stop it, the lemonade almost falling out of your hand.

"look at the dent. how does it go back to how it was?" he questions, while you look over at him, horrified. "what's inside it? feathers, or some shit?" he looks over to get an answer, when he looks at your distraught face.

"what?"

even when he sleeps over, he's never allowed to touch your squishmallow again.

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This is so jj 😭

JJ would be a master at gaslighting people to get away with thing like—

'No officer I was not having sex with my girlfriend in public, I have no idea what you mean 🙄'

꧁ ୨୧ ꧂

“sex? you think we were having se— babe, you hear this guy?” he laughs, still subtly trying to do up his belt as the sheriff shines his torch through his truck window. “look, shoupe— with all due respect, i think you need’a get your mind outta the gutter. now i don’t wanna be out here airing out all my girls business but she’s a devout catholic. ya, none of that premarital stuff it’s — it’s against the rules, okay? i don’t even like sex like that— that stuff’s overrated—”

“then why was the car shaking, son? this thing was rocking back and forth so hard i thought it oughta create a pothole. are you aware this is a residential street?”

“i am— i am actually aware this is a residential street because my uncle knew a guy who lived here once. he used to cook meth outta his garage so really you’re wastin’ your time on me when you could be arresting that guy— anyway, off topic— the reason the car was rocking was because there was… a bug. on my pants…aaand, it caused some ruckus i’ll admit— you may have heard some screamin’— or other things of that… variety. but i killed the bug, so… it’s fine now. issue resolved.” he trails off, itching behind his ear.

shoupe shines his torch at you, and you look away to hide your disheveled appearance, and he turns his attention back on your boyfriend. “how’s that explain the lipstick prints all over you then, huh?”

“oh this? this isn’t lipstick— how could it be lipstick? she’s not even wearin’ any!” jj gestures to you with an obvious expression.

“yeah, not anymore, ‘cos it’s all over you.” shoupe argues.

“look, this right here is a rash, and i’m super insecure about it so i don’t really appreciate you bringin’ that up right now, shoupe.” jj forces emotion into his voice and the sheriff sighs, standing up straight from his leant over position in the window, deciding this wasn’t worth his time.

“alright, you know what— i’m gonna let it slide, kids. go…do whatever you want in the privacy of your home… and please, for the love of all things holy wear protection. this town don’t need another one of you runnin’ round for another few years. atleast let me retire first.” shoupe steps back from the truck, waving them off and jj instantly jumps to turn his keys, ready to get out of there.

“yes sir.” he resigns, before eagerly peeling the car away from the scene.

꧁ ୨୧ ꧂

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If she looked at me like this.. Y'all it's over 🤗!

Let’s talk about this.

#ugh #love my girl #michonne

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Can you write some tweets where reader is dating John b. Like the way you did with jj

OBX TWEETS — part 8

content: johnbxpup!reader, some sexual jokes

a/n: thanks for the request!!

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bsf!jj would literally pull your tampon out if it ever got stuck

i’m giggling imaging this cuz it’s so silly. he’s the only person at the chateau and you’re fucking panicking so you go into him like got a little problem need your help… and he’s all ears obviouslyyy!! until ur leant over the sink legs spread apart, bottom half completely bare whilst jj stands behind you… spreading ur cheeks to get a good look at it.. tutting when he sees that it’s literally jammed, he’s also turned on BEYOND belief cuz he can see your pussy clenching around nothing in the cold bathroom. “can you see it?” you ask, shuffling a little on your socked feet.

“uh, yeah. ‘s pretty jammed, i gotta say.” he sniffs, readjusting his hands on you to keep you spread, youre leaning your forearms on the cold sink as you hear him cough awkwardly. “i mean.. i could probably get it.. just gotta get up there.. can i?” he’s asks and you just nod, involuntarily clenching as you mutter out a “yeah.” he eventually gets it out, not mentioning how you were leaking on his hand the whole time.. pulling your panties back up and giving him a fistbump. “thanks dude.” and it’s just never mentioned again??