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strangelysamantha · 1 year

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mirror sex ✧

jj maybank x reader.

warnings: smut, sex, swearing, ect.

summary: jj fucks you while he makes you watch his reflection.

request? yes! and requests are open!

a/n: i’m sorry! 💜 i’m a horny bastard.

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“let me touch you… please.” jj shook his head at your begging, extremely annoyed at the fact you were so intent on pleasing him, rather than wanting him to be pleasing you. “no. i’m going to do what i want to do to you. stop begging for my cock because you aren’t going to get it anytime soon.” you frown at his words, looking him straight in the eyes. you give him the saddest puppy dogs eyes you’ve ever done, but it didn’t work.

he looks away, unable to stare at you for too long. you sigh and reach for his hand which he willingly gives you, curious to see what you would do with it. you stare up at him, and stick his 3 fingers inside your mouth, coating his fingers with your saliva, while moaning against them. his mouth opened slightly, his eyes fixated on you moving around his fingers. you released his fingers and smiled innocently. he let you guide his hand closer to your pussy. you lifted your skirt so your lace panties were revealed. you then grabbed his fingers and put them against your clothed core. he could feel your pussy pulsing. “do you see what you do to me? you haven’t even touched me and i’m already so wet for you. so wet to the point my pussy is actually pulsing.” he curses under his breath in response, shocked by how quick you were to get turned on.

you lean in for a kiss that gets heated quickly. him fighting for dominance, his tongue exploring every part of your mouth. you pull away to breathe, and then you feel him begin to grind his clothed cock against your inner thigh. you stood in between him, legs slightly apart as jj stood so close. you were sat on a counter, as he stood looking down on you. you moaned softly at the thought of being the one that gets him hard. “jj please-” you whimpered. he continued to rub his hard on against you. your foreheads are touching each other, allowing you to see his reaction when he hits a certain spot that feels good. “if i can’t suck your dick can you at least fuck me like i’m your cumslut? or is that too hard for you to do?” he halted his movements as he thought about what you just said. his bulge was pushed onto your clothed vagina, the pulses sending him over the edge, making him he realize how much of an impact he actually had on you.

“fine. if you want to be treated like a cumslut whore, than that’s the treatment you’ll get.” jj grabbed your hand and softly walked with you to the bed room as he peppered soft kisses along your skin until you reached the room. inside the room he pushed you quickly onto the bed, his hands immediately grabbing yours and pinning them above your head. you moaned due to his harsh movements and whispered out his name. he slapped you across the face before grabbing your jaw. “did i say you can moan, let alone whimper my name?” he asked while his hand moved from your face to your neck, grasping tightly. you shake your head no and he smirks, “not so confident now, what happened?” he laughed slightly before letting go of your neck.

“you sure love to act like you’re all that, but that’s all it is. an act.” you stare up at him, speechless. he shakes his head, slowly taking off his belt. once it is off he walks up to you, pinning your arms together and using it to restrict your hands. his belt made your arms concealed as they were stuck together, hanging above your head. he watches you slowly, before approaching you once again. he rips your skirt off, along with your panties. you stare, amusement finding your face. he gently but smoothly flips you over, your bent over, your ass up in full view. in front of you was a mirror, which he intended on using. “see this mirror baby?” you nod, completely vulnerable. he slaps your ass, “i’ll fuck you just like you want, on one condition.” you frown but allow him to negotiate. “you watch the mirror the whole time.” you sigh, “i can do that. easy.” he laughs but continues.

his fingers massage your clit, preparing you for his huge cock. you moan at the first contact, he pulls the ring off his finger before placing it on your ring finger. “hold on to this for me baby.” your heart flutters and you continue to watch his reflection. he licks his fingers and inserts them into you again, he’s gently stretching you out. you lean back onto him, “i need you now.” he smirks, “your wish is my command.” he jerks his cock a few times before lining it up. he looks up and makes direct eye contact with you through the mirror, and in seconds he’s slowly pushing into you. it fills you up and burns slightly, but once the burn disappears it’s complete pleasure. his hands are tight on your hips and he’s pushing you back on to him, his cock reaching deep parts inside of you. the pleasure gets too much, and you slump you head down into the pillow as you take him pounding deep in you. it doesn’t take long for him to notice.

“i said you had to watch as i fucked you.” he forced your head forward to make you watch. you whimper as his cock slams inside you at a fast pace. you try to hold the whines in, you knew it would only inflate his ego more but you couldn’t help the few that slipped out. he was making you feel too good. “please jj.” he was fast and consistent. “you feel me baby? feel me deep in your pussy?”

you nod yes, your stomach tightens at the pleasure. he slaps your ass, and continues to grab your hips while he thrusts deep in you. he groans, “fuck baby i’m so close.” he pulls out and continues to jerk his cock, you flip around, and he cums all over your chest and stomach. “so fucking good baby. you make me feel so good.” you smile at the approval and after a few seconds of regaining a steady breath, he grabs a towel to clean up his mess.

you nod yes, your stomach tightens at the pleasure. he slaps your ass, and continues to grab your hips while he thrusts deep in you. he groans, “fuck baby i’m so close.” he pulls out and continues to jerk his cock, you flip around, and he cums all over your chest and stomach. “so fucking good baby. you made me feel so good.” you smile at the approval and after a few seconds of regaining a steady breath, he grabs a towel to clean up his mess.

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bondfire ☆

rafe x plus! female!reader.

warnings: reader is uncomfortable, touron flirts with you, and rafe is jealous.

words: 1,000.

summary: rafe is over protective of you at the bondfire and possessive!rafe doesn’t like the tourons staring at you.

request? no :)

a/n: i love writing but my computer sucks ass, so my writing process is such a long one. i write it on my phone in my notes app then copy it to a computer; then on my computer i put it on tumblr and then on my phone i upload it. i need a better system LOL.

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rafe left you alone for maybe two minutes. that’s all it took before a touron made a move. it caught you off guard quite frankly. you and rafe had been on each other all night. kisses, hugs, laughs, you two were inseparable. however, to this random dude, it meant nothing.

he approached you, a large smile on his face and bright eyes. “hey darling, how are you on this fine evening?” this approach was obnoxious. the whole over the top nice guy act. so easily transparent. you roll your eyes, “i have a boyfriend, and he’s really protective over me. i’d leave while you have the chance.” your hands land on your hips and you glance around looking for rafe. “i knew a pretty girl like you would be taken. all the good ones are.”

you stare at him; unamused. “you know..” he starts. you can’t help but laugh at his pathetic attempt. “i think i can treat you better than that boyfriend of yours.” you nod your head, “is that right?” he chuckles, “oh yea, babe.” you physically recoil in disgust, begging rafe would show up soon. “i’m really not interested.” you go to walk away, and he grabs at your arm. “listen to me, brat,” he has you pulled in close, your face an inch from his, “you are going to be an obedient girl, you hear me? you’re going to show me a good time and then maybe you’ll have the privilege of talking to me again.” you look up at him in horror. “no! i will not! leave me alone.” rafe turns around and sees your lips locked on another man’s. jealousy boils in the bottom of his abdomen.

“fuck this.” he gives topper his two solo cups and immediately leaves, rushing to you, he softly but urgently pushes you off the guys mouth. you immediately wipe your mouth. “what the fucks up?” rafe yells. the touron doesn’t quit. “this the boyfriend you were talking about?” he laughs, “not much with him huh? maybe you should leave with me.” you frown, tears falling from your eyes at the thought of another man’s lips on you. you were thankful rafe didn’t think you were just smacking lips with another guy.

“you need to leave right now.” he got in this strangers face, but he didn’t think much of it. he didn’t realize what rafe was capable of. “this guy is so big and bad huh! he’s not going to do shit.” i could see rafes fist was balled up, and his anger hadn’t resided. he throws his fist in the guys face, aiming right for his nose. he stumbles back and screams. “my nose dude what the fuck!” rafe laughs, “leave my girlfriend alone asshole, she wasn’t interested.” he turns around, searching for you. his eyes land on you and they soften. his heart hurts for you. he immediately pulls you into a hug. “i love you baby. are you alright?” you nod. the two of you separate from the crowd. he asks multiple times to ensure you were okay. after awhile he tried to lighten the mood with conversation.

“why did you want to come to this bondfire anyway?” rafes arm is wrapped behind your back; holding you close. you smile, “because it’s fun! obviously. sometimes.” together, you walk further from the fire, along the beach. his hold on you never stopped. he abruptly stops you two, sighing and grabbing for your hands. “can i be honest?” he asks. you frown, “you can always be honest with me rafe. in fact, i’d rather you be honest with me.” he sighs, nodding. “okay. well. i just- i hate seeing all these posers gawk and stare at you. the idea they even get to think about you just- fuck it gets me so heated.” he tries to take deep breaths to not get worked up.

you look back at the bondfire, you never really noticed the looks. all you cared about was rafe, and what he was doing, what he was intrigued by. “rafe?” you question. he continues to look away, watching the waves crash on the sand. he’s silent. you continue regardless. “i don’t even notice them. you have my full attention. i only ever watch you.” he gives a soft smile. “rafe, i know you hate the looks i get. i’m not a fan either. i wish you were the only one to look at me.“ he finally makes eye contact with you.

“i’m just worried i guess.” you nod intently, and he continues. “it took a lot for me to even mention anything to you. in my past, anytime i mentioned something it was always disregarded. i know you don’t do that to me, but i’m scared one of these days you will.” his eyes are cloudy and you can tell this is really messing with him. you pull him into a tight hug, whispering in his ear, “i love you so much. thank you.” his arms snake around you and he breathes in your scent.

“i’m so proud of you for telling me this, i know it took a lot.” he’s still shy, but nods his head in return of silence. “you can trust me. i’m never going to treat you that way. you treat me so well. i don’t want to loose you. you are everything and more. not to be cheesy. you’ve really just, gave me more memories and made me feel more things than i ever have.” your words ignite his chest and his cheeks brighten. a new nervous feeling settles with him. “i’m so lucky to have you.” he smiles and cups your chin. you close your eyes and plant a kiss on his lips. “no rafe, i’m the lucky one. only you would defend me the way you do.” he smirks, “i got to defend you, otherwise you’d get taken from a touron.” you laugh at his words, and the two of you enjoy walking along the beach together.

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strangelysamantha · 1 year

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are you taking requests?

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send me requests!!! or just say hi. i’m bored :)

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HIIII!!!! can you write a JJ x routledge reader where he sees the reader struggling with their curly hair so he helps them? and, if possible, them confessing that they like JJ?

thank you already, i love your fluff concepts!!!

hair tech ❀

jj maybank × curly haired!reader.

warnings: none just cute fluff.

words: 2,249

summary: your hair wasn’t looking the way you wanted, so jj offered to try and learn to fix it. with the newly learned hair techniques, came the exposure of feelings. having to avoid telling john b, he conveniently walks in during the worst time.

request: yes!!

a/n: if you’ve sent in a request, i’m working on them! they will get done! :) i hope whoever sent this actually sees it. i’m worried i waited too long to write these requests :(. i also got carried away with this so hopefully you still like it!

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“jj my hair is so frizzy!” he frowns, seeing how upset you looked. “i’m sorry. at least i can say with confidence it doesn’t look bad!” he tries to lift the spirits but it doesn’t work. “i guess so, but it could look better.” he sighs, “honey… anything and everything could look better in this world, doesn’t mean much.” the words are more reassuring than you’d like to admit. “thank you.” you look up at him. he smiles, “hey, i can try and help you if you’d like?” he hesitates, “i’ll understand if you say no, i know i don’t know much about hair.” you shake your head fast, “no actually, i would love that.” he bites his lip with excitement. “okay! lead the way.”

you stay sat in front of the mirror, a comb, leave in conditioner, a spray bottle with water, and other assortment of tools are sprawled on the counter top. jj intensely examines every item, he claims he’s just getting a feel of what he’s working with, but you believe he’s trying to memorize what supplies you use so he can beat you to it when it comes to buying them in the future. you blush at the thought.

“so, what i like to start with is spray my hair down with water, comb it out, and then lather my hair in leave in conditioner.” you explain your technique. he nods listening, “have you tried that yet?” he asks. you shake your head, “no, i’m worried if i get my hair wet it’ll just look greasy.” he nods. “is that the worst thing that could happen?” you think for a second, “yeah, i think so. i mean my hair could fall out any minute but, overall i think that my biggest concern is the grease.” he nods. “you look pretty, regardless of if your hair is greasy or not.” you can’t help but look away. “you’re very sweet jj.” your compliment gives him butterflies. he reaches for the spray bottle. he separates your hair, giving each section a sprits. you were worried he’d “jokingly” spray you with water, but he refrained from doing so.

after your hair was slightly damp, he starts to comb it out. you can’t help but ask, “are you enjoying this,” he smiles, “i am. it’s fun.” he waits a second before continuing, “i never thought i’d be doing this which is a plus.” you laugh, “what can you say? it’s always something new for us pogues.” silence settles between you two again, but it isn’t awkward, it’s comfortable.

“can i tell you something?” you don’t know how to break the ice really, but you’ve been dying to tell jj how you really feel. “of course, i’m all ears.” you think for a second, “do you like anyone at the moment?” he smiled and looked down at you, “whose asking?” you roll your eyes playfully, “me, i’m just curious.” he nods, “well, i’m not sure. i don’t think i’m really ready for a relationship. you know, my dad and all that?” he begins putting on the leave in conditioner. “your hair is looking nice! i think it’s my magical touch.” you smirk, “oh yea totally… it’s not the 20 dollar conditioner you’re adding or anything.” he gasps, “twenty dollars!? why?” you shrug, “i’m not really sure. a lot of people with curly hair pay a bunch of money to maintain it.” he nods, “well there goes my plan for buying you more when you run out.” you point at him, “i knew you were looking a little too close at the products!” he sighs dramatically, “you caught me!”

“see and that’s why i like you, you were fully prepared to buy it for me.” jj stopped abruptly. “is everything okay? did you put too much?” he looks down at you, “that’s why you what?” he questions. “that’s why i like you?” you repeat, he looks concentrated. “i can’t tell if you mean, more than a friend?” you stare at him like a deer in headlights. it’s the perfect set up. without thinking of the consequences, you let it out. “i do like you more than a friend. that’s kinda why i asked about your crush.” he smiled at you and lightly used his hand to squeeze your cheeks. “why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” you roll your eyes, “rejection? maybe?” he nodded understandingly. “i forgot that’s a thing.”

“of course jj maybank forgot about rejection.” he immediately backtracks, “oh no i get rejected i just don’t mind.” you nod, “i wish i was that way.” he stares at you, and it’s unreadable. “so?” you question. “so what?” you can’t believe him, “what do you say?” he’s adding the final dab of leave in conditioner, “i say your hair is perfect.” you’ve been too focused on your confession you haven’t even checked on your hair. you look up in the mirror and see that the frizz died down, and the curls were in tact. you jumped up excitedly. “thank you so much!” he goes in for a hug and you happily accept. he continues, “i think you could have done it yourself, you were just frustrated which made it difficult.”

you wait to see if he mentions your confession, and after a few minutes of you two sitting on the couch, semi cuddling in silence, he speaks up. “so, about your confession.” your heart speeds up and you listen intently. “i really like you. but your my best friends brother, and he’d kill me if we dated.” you frown, “why?” he looks around, and gets quiet, “he wouldn’t like the idea of us making out and hooking up.” you sigh, but you understand. they are really close and you didn’t want to get between what they have. he places his hand on your thigh however, and the two of you make eye contact. “that doesn’t mean he has to know.” your shocked at his comment.

“he’d find out eventually which would make it worse.” while john b sometimes isn’t the brightest in the bunch, he notices change. he would easily be able to tell if something was happening between us. “let’s see. if we pretend for a bit, we can think of ways to break the news to him? i mean, he can’t be that mad, he never said when he introduced us that we couldn’t date.” you hear john b and pope talking outside, while the distance you were sitting at wasn’t necessary abnormal, you didn’t want to risk anything. you smoothly pulled your phone out and relaxed on the opposite end of the couch.

the door opened and they walked inside, john b announced his arrival and then laughed when he noticed he screamed for no reason since you both were on the couch together. pope immediately left the room to go to the bathroom. “since when do you guys hang out alone?” john b questioned. you look at him confused. “you told me when i met your friends that you wanted me to get close to them, and now you’re confused as to why we are close?” you laugh at his logic and he shrugs, “jj is different.” jj groans, “thanks man, appreciate it.” you look at your brother, “how?” john b blinks a few times before pointing a finger at jj. “he’s a heartbreaker, and i don’t want you to fall for his charm.” oh the urge you had to just exclaim right then and there that you already had fallen for it. “don’t worry john b, he’s not even my type.” he puts his hand on his hip and questions you. “oh really?” you nod, “yes really.” he laughs, “what’s your type then? who are you crushing on?” you blush, and avoid eye contact with jj, despite the fact you feel his eyes drilling on your skull.

“john b! stop!” you try to deflect but he wasn’t having it. “if you can tell me who you actually like that’s your “type”, then i’ll let it go and i’ll believe there’s nothing going on between you too.” you act confused, but decide to just give in. “well, you promise not to tell him?” you ask. john b smirks, “yes sis, i promise i won’t tell this guy you like him.” to make it more believable you glance over at jj too, “you too jj. promise you won’t tell him.” he’s staring at you, you can tell he’s holding back. “i promise. i won’t tell this mystery guy that he has your heart.”

“okay. well i kinda have a crush on rafe…” to make it more believable you add on, “i was at the beach yesterday.” you were there, so it’s accurate. “rafe was there. he looked so hot, his shirt was off and he was playing catch with topper. the ball accidentally flew my way, and he rushed over and immediately apologized. he then asked if i’d like to join, and i was too nervous to agree, but i told him i’d rather watch.” you glance over at jj, his face stern, his fist hidden from john bs view, was balled into a fist. john b cackles, “rafe! really?” you groan acting embarrassed. “hey! i never said i was proud of it.”

“what do you think of this jj? you’ve been awfully quiet.” john b interrogates jj, not fully sure your crush on rafe was real. “i think he’s a worser heartbreaker than me. and you..” he looks at john b, “should be more worried about him then me.” john b nods, the realization that his sister has a crush on a kook settling in. “oh no! no, not rafe. no way.” you frown and immediately get frustrated. “so you don’t want me to date jj, and now rafe?? who can i date?” he thinks for a second, “i’ll come back to you. let me think.” you lean back onto the couch, “okay, sure.” you cross your arms. “on that note i’m going to take a shower.” you nod and return back to your phone. pope still absent, and john b leaving the room left you alone with jj again. you stay quiet, engulfed in your phone.

he sighs. loudly. you glance up. “yes?” he shakes his head, frustrated. “we need to talk.” he stands up and reaches for your hand. you give it to him and follow him right out the front door, past a five minute walk to make sure everyone’s out of earshot. you stay silent.

“rafe cameron… out of every guy in this shitty town, he’s the one you choose? really?” you smirk, “why, are you jealous?” he stares at you. “yeah i’m fucking jealous. the girl i find out i have a mutual crush with decides five minutes later to go in detail about another jerk off guy.” you frown and walk closer to him. “what happened about lying to john b?” he breathes deeply. “i know. i know. it just? i don’t know why hearing that shit about rafe affected me so much.” your heart is racing. you want to make a move, and the last time you randomly initiated something it went well. “i can make you feel better.” he, still frustrated and jealous, didn’t know what you meant. you put your hand on his jawline, and softly pull him into a kiss. it lasts longer than a first kiss should, but it was soft, slow, and passionate. he groans when you pull away. “fuck. promise me that shit with rafe was fake?” you nod. “it’s fake. when i went to the beach he intentionally hit me with the ball, and all the interaction was him coming to get the ball and then asked me to move because i was in the way. total dick.”

this soothes his mind. “i don’t know why i’m already so possessive over you. you’re not even mine.” you bite your lip and look away from him. “i want to be yours. so bad jj.” his heart drops at your comment and he shyly smiles. “can we kiss again?” he questions you, and you’re so glad he asked. “yes please.” he pulls you in for another kiss. this one more passionate and rougher than the last. you pull away and ask him, “how long have you had a crush on me?” he pretends to do the mental math. “i always thought you were gorgeous when we first met, but for the last 8 months i’ve been so infatuated with you and i’ve been longing to be yours.” you bite your lip. “i’ve liked you since the first day i met you. your blue eyes entranced me and i knew there was no one else i could meet that would ever effect me and give me butterflies like you do.” your words shock him and all he can do is pull you into a tight hug. his muscular arms squeeze you and you inhale his scent. your new favorite place was his arms.

“will you be mine? in secret i mean, until we can figure out how to tell john b?” he was so nervous. you wrap your arms around his neck. “i never thought you’d ask.” you and jj sit farther away from the house, talking. you found yourselves moving closer to each other without even realizing it. by the end of the session, you were in jjs lap, facing the water, his arms wrapped around your torso. you felt safe, he felt at peace.

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scars ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: abuse, bruises, the nickname baby is used, talk of sadness and depression and not being happy with life.

words: 1,088.

summary: jj comes to you after a blow out with his father. you clean his bruises as well as clean his awful mindset he has on life.

request? no.

a/n: hi. i’m back from the dead hello. i got a lot of stories planned.

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you hear light taps from your window. you lift from your bed to crack it open. you weren’t expecting to see jj today. he climbs in and immediately settles onto your bed. he flops down dramatically and you can’t help but giggle from the theatrics. “hi jj” you coo softly. “hi baby” his response is quiet. your room is lit by a small lamp, you can’t even make out jjs features so you close the window, and intend to turn the light on. jj grabs your arm however, and you halt.

“can you just lay with me for a second?” his tone tings at your heart and you can tell something is wrong. “yea, of course jj. anything.” you hop into the bed, and immediately cradle at his side. he’s laying on his back. “do you want me to sit on top, or do you want to spoon?” you question. he hesitated. “you can cuddle me however you’d like baby. i’ll enjoy it all the same.” you nod. his mood seemed off, as well as his tone. you didn’t want to rush into it and upset him, but you did want to get to the bottom of it. you choose to spoon him, this moment feeling intimate and full of love. you place your hand on his heart; it beating rapidly.

you cup his face, you feel tears as well as a slight pulse in his eye. you stand up quickly, running to the light switch. when you turn around, his face is bloody and bruised. your heart sinks and you feel a pain that’s so indescribable but completely deadly. your lips are flat lined and a huge range of emotions release. you shake your head, a tear already threatening to spill. he’s silent, and avoids eye contact. you’ve been here before, never this bad. nonetheless, you have a routine.

you go to your bathroom. you grab the first aid kit, wet a cloth, and grab everything you need to stitch him up. you walk back and sit on the bed, your back to the wall. he, like a hurt puppy, follows every instruction you give. “come here jj, let me help you.” he hates when you see him like this, but he doesn’t have anyone else who would do what you do. if he did go to anyone else, he wouldn’t feel great forcing his trauma on others. “what happened baby? who hurt you?” your words are soft and you want nothing more than to cradle him and take his sorrows away.

“my father. who would have guessed? i’ll be alright. i’ll walk it off.” you investigate his wrist for any damage, you don’t see any, so you give it a flick. “no that’s not how it works jj, and you know it.” he frowns, “i wish it was.” you give him reassuring rubs on his back. he’s sitting up, and facing you. his hands rest on your knees, and he anxiously rubbing them. “i know baby, i wish these moments didn’t impact us, but they do. and we learn to take it in, and let it go.” you dab the wash cloth on his face, to get the dried blood. “did you walk here?” you question. “more like ran.”

you sigh, you reach for his tank top, urging to pull it off. he complies easily letting you swipe it off his back. his chest isn’t bad, mainly his face that held a black eye and cuts, from his fathers ring. “how you feeling?” you continue the routine of fixing him up. you’ve gotten good at it. he hums, before starting. “you say you always want me to be honest?” you nod, “yes. i want you to be fully honest with me.”

“well. honestly? i’m not doing great. i don’t want to put this all on you but i just, i don’t know why i’m here?” you question him, “why you’re here?” he continues, “why am i forced to live dealing with an abusive father, being broke, having everyone against me?” he breathes deeply, his emotions overcoming him, “no matter what i do, i loose.” you hate seeing him like this. “jj, please. i love you so much. and i don’t want to loose you. i know it’s hard. it’s so heartbreaking to see you in this condition. physically, mentally, it does damage. i can’t ever know what it’s like to be in your shoes.” you pull him into a hug and he squeezes you tight.

“please.. stay strong for me. i need you to come to me if you ever feel this way. talk about it, write it, scream it, all of the above. i want you to have an outlet to let these emotions out so they don’t consume you.” he pulls you in for a passionate kiss filled with love. tears are streaming down both yours, and jjs face. you struggle to suppress the whimpers coming from you. “can you promise you’ll come to me if you ever feel that way?” he nods, “i promise.” you close your eyes and lean your head into his chest. “i love you so much. seeing you like this hurts. but i’d rather see you like this, then never see you at all.” those words hurt him, gave him the realization that if anything happened to him, it would hurt you worse. this thought clouded his mind. his wounds were all patched up. you went downstairs to get a few ice bags. you came up and positioned them on his bruises. you turned the big light on and retreated to the small lamp. he thanked you for the ice bags, and you turned your tv on.

“your choice for tv, what would you like to watch?” you question. he thinks for a second before softly reaching for the remote and turning his show on. you cuddle him close, occasionally kissing his neck and whispering how much you love and appreciate him. not even half way through the episode do you hear tiny snores coming from him. you laugh slightly to yourself; pausing the show. you get ready for bed, despite his condition, you know you’re going to sleep well, and comfortably. you remove the ice bags, dumping them in the sink, and placing the plastic baggies on the counter. you dry your hands and return to the bed with him, engulfing the two of you with a blanket. you smoothly cuddle against him, sure to not wake him, up, as you prepare to dream soundly next to him.

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strangelysamantha · 1 year

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IM BACK 🌸ANON

did you miss me??

hehehehe 🤍

can i request a topper story with a female reader… the plot being topper trying to get you with kelce, but right when you were about to go on a date with kelce, (which you didnt really want to do, you only did it to help/ make topper happy) topper realizes he is madly in love with you?

realizations hit hard ❀

topper thornton x fem!reader.

warnings: swearing, cute fluff!

words: 450.

summary: topper tries to set you up with kelce, but he soon realizes he doesn’t want you to be with kelce. he wants you to be with him.

request? yea!!

a/n: love this idea, thanks for the request!! like comment and reblog if you enjoyed, i love feedback. follow me for more stories, and check out my masterlist! love you all <3

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“kelce? are you kidding me? why him?” you question topper. he only smirks at you in response. “yeah, why not? kelce! you guys would be cute together!” he grins, causing you to frown. “does kelce even know that you are trying to set him up with me?” topper scratches the back of his neck, “what he doesn’t know won’t kill him…” you roll your eyes at his response.

topper sways back and fourth on his feet, awaiting a clever response from you, the smirk still hanging on his lips. you shake your head, but ultimately give in. “fine, i’ll go on a date with him, only because you are so pushy with it.” topper laughed, but his throat went dry. he didn’t realize what he had just done. his mind went blank, before rushed images of you and kelce flooded his mind. he didn’t even think about the fact this could actually lead to somewhere, and could become a permanent thing.

the room went silent, and your scratch the back of your neck. “let me know what he says.” you begin to walk out, but topper reaches for you. “actually…” he hesitates, as if trying to find an excuse. “i forgot but kelce is actually already talking to someone.” you nod, not feeling too sad. you figured it would have been weird since you see kelce as a brother. you shrug, “oh alright.” you laugh lightly and start to feel awkward. topper is unreadable, and the energy in the room has shifted. you swiftly leave the room, reaching for your phone.

you unlock it, then you hear footsteps behind you. “look,” you turned to face topper, his face flushed. “maybe i regret asking you to go out with kelce?” you shrug, “don’t worry. it’s not a big deal. i promise.” he looked the other way, taking a noticeable breath, before locking eyes with you again. “it made me realize something.” you tilt your head, not following. “what did you realize?” you question. he grabs your hands, your shocked because you’ve never seen topper so soft. he usually has a cold demeanor, and is always making comments or cracking jokes.

“since going on a date with kelce is out of the picture,” he smiles softly. “would you want to go on a date with me?” your heart speeds up, caught off guard. you stumble on your words, slightly stuttering, “yea, i would love too.” he pulls you in a hug, already bombarding you with the date idea. “we can go golfing, or even hang out the lake. or-.” you quickly intervene, “any of those sounds great! i’m sure anything you plan will be fun and romantic.” he grins, “just you wait.”

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strangelysamantha · 1 year

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i’m making him watch ✧

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: smut, jealousy, unprotected sex, use of the nickname princess.

words: 482.

summary: jj is jealous about a tourist hitting on you, he fucks you good to make sure you don´t forget why you are with him.

request? no! requests are open! and i’d love if you sent me a message :)

a/n: i abruptly stopped writing my other story since this idea popped into my head lol.

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“fuck it. you know what princess?” jj’s cock was sliding in and out of you at a fast pace. fueled by jealousy and a certain hunger he couldn’t describe, he was determined to make you cum. he wanted to prove to you that he deserves you, and no tourist would ever steal you from him. his hands grabbed at your waist, the slapping sound loud. if john b was in the next room, he could hear it, if he wasn’t gone by now. “next time a touron flirts with you, i’m making him watch how good i fuck you.” your mouth flies open, “feels so good jj, please.” his cock reached deep inside of you, he removed one hand from your waist, moving his fingers to your clit. “yeah baby? you’re mine. only mine.”

you were stationed on your back, your legs held up by your own hands allowing him better access. “i mark you up; yea? make you look like a good slut, and these ugly guys never take a hint.” you moan, “ i know, i know. i wish they knew how-.” you cut yourself off with a whine. your stomach began building pressure, the feeling slightly overwhelming. you were so close and jj knew it, and he wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.

“fuck jj i’m close. i’m so close. please please.” his heart was beating fast he was so in love with you. he was so proud he could make you feel this way. he gets defensive because he knows no one else can treat you any better than he does. his pace was steady, one last shove of his cock inside of you, and you released hard. you moan loud, only riling jj up more. he needed to cum now.

“you’re mine, fuck. you are all mine.” your mouth is hung open wide, your eyes staring at his. “i want you to cum jj. you made me feel good. i want you to feel good too.” that’s all he needed to hear. “fuck i’m going to cum.” his cum spills deep inside of you, he thrusts a few more times, his seed exploding and marking your walls. “marked you good, didn’t i princess?” your heart was beating fast, your legs shaking slightly and your stomach had butterflies. “shit jj.” he smirks.

“before i clean you up, tell me what i want to hear.” you nod. “i’m only yours jj. no one else’s.” he nods approvingly. “very good.” he holds you up, walking you to the bathroom. he gives you some privacy while he returns to the room to get you a fresh pair of underwear. he brings you one of his tees. he hands you the outfit and you immediately get dressed. “that was amazing.” you comment, pulling him into a kiss. “can we take a nap?” you ask. he laughs, “i’d love to.”

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