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Was thinkin about who's most likely to buy chew necklaces for the girls cause pup chews/nibbles. I just know she does ‼️
John B likes it when pup just is suckin on his fingers but if they're out she's chewin on that lil necklace fr
see in my head, pup has a habit of chewing on the thin strip of bandana round john b’s neck whilst he’s wearing it. you’ll come in for a hug, and he’ll wrap his arms around you while continuing to ramble on about a plan to jj or pope — and then soon, he feels your hot breath on his neck, teeth slightly scraping his skin and your wet drooly mouth wrapping around the bandana.
“uh-uh.” he pulls you back, and in one slick movement brings your necklace up to your mouth for you to bite. “we talked about this. you wanna chew something? you chew on this.” and you just pout because yeah you like chewing on stuff, but it just hits differently when you get to chew on your boyfriend !!
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johnbee grabs big handfuls of ur ass when ur on his lap. once he squeezed it so hard that u woke up the next morning with bruises from his fingers and he felt soooo bad :(((
this is so hot :( he’d feel really bad about it, letting out a quiet sympathetic gasp when you roll over the next morning and he sees the bruising — but his heart melts n dick jumps a lil when you sleepily snuggle up to him and say “its okay daddy, i like feeling you the next day.”
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jj having a daughter and they both think its gnna be a little version of kitty.. petty and a menace but the older she gets she apparently looks a lot like kitty but acts a lot like jayj !!
awww she’d have a resting bitch face and then as soon as someone talks to her she’s like
like jayj
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did jj give kitty the bell because she's so quiet when she walks? like so she can't sneak up on him?
yep! she has a habit of just appearing at his side, staring up at him with huge pupils and it makes him jump out of his skin. genuinely, he has no idea how she does it. he got her a little necklace with a bell on it so that he could always hear her coming <3
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https://x.com/5starkunt/status/1779945354105897329?s=46&t=xKUI4DWpkut_nu8bHDrr2w
Bunny is the one who broke it and she only had it to send videos to rafe while he was on a business trip 😭
kitty and deer being the ones replying in the texts i’m cryingggg …… she starts texting rafe pics of the shattered pieces on the floor and he literally texts back like
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rafe needs to be a girl dad because he needs about of mini bunnies that he gets to spoil 💕
i think the pressure to not be like his own father would be too high if he had a son. he’d be really stressed, constantly teetering between trying to make him into a man and not wanting to repeat the cycle 😭
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𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃a continuation from the rafe and puppy universe…(click me) ࣪
rafe doesn’t always treat puppy!reader so nicely. infact, sometimes she really tests his patience.
he drags you through the front door to tannyhill with a hand wrapped around your arm — thick gold rings wound round his fingers undoubtedly leaving bruises in their wake as he yanks you inside. you can’t keep up with his long strides, tripping over and having the eldest cameron repeatedly carry the entirety of your weight with his hand everytime you stumbled— wrenching you back to your feet.
whilst this occurs, he lectures you through grit teeth — at the end of his tether. “what’d i tell you huh? what’d i fuckin’ tell you ‘bout manners?” he asks and you’re not sure if it’s rhetorical, letting him march you up the stairs to his bedroom.
“its no big deal—” you hiccup through pained whines as you try to pull away from his stern grip, only making him tighten it.
“nah, nah — you knew exactly what you were doing at the country club. running that mouth when i — i specifically told you to behave today.”
there had been a very high class event, ward forcing rafe to take you along to get you accustomed to the kook-lifestyle after so long of slumming it at the other side of the island. you were ditsy, but not dumb — you saw the way the camerons looked at you, with pity — like you simply weren’t made for this world. thats why you got so attached to rafe, he didn’t pity you. it was tough love, so you assumed — the boy constantly lecturing and berating you but would be the first to save you from any potentially damaging or dangerous situations, and god forbid anyone spoke to you as poorly as he did.
the afternoon was unsavable from the start. you may have been responsible for the large chocolate fountain at the food table falling, you’d accidentally insulted the president of the country club to his face, you’d mistakenly smeared food on the back of rafe’s shirt, and when rafe was rightfully lecturing you for that — you bit him. you bit him infront of one of the important businessmen he had been trying to impress. you understood his anger for once, you’d messed up.
he tosses you onto his bed making you stumble onto it, turning around to watch the way the boy angrily rifles through his dresser drawers, furiously continue to ramble at you. “you know i’ve been saving this, yeah — saving this from when you really messed up. ‘cos i knew you would. you’re a pogue, and you’ll always be one. and — and i’ve been here, tryna look after the runt of the litter — and yet you still disrespect me.” he shakes his head and you watch forlornly, watching him find what he was looking for and begin to pull it out.
“well you wanna run that mouth? wanna— wanna bite me in public? i’m gonna have t’treat you like the dirty pogue puppy you are— okay? didnt wanna have to do this kid but you leave me no choice. s’gotta be me to discipline you, alright? c’mere.” in his hand, you instantly recognise to be some form of muzzle. like the type you’d see on a dog, but this time perfectly crafted to fit a female face. you’d had no idea where he’d got such a cruel item, he had to have had it custom made just to shut you up, a sick fantasy he’d been sitting on. you cower, and he’s unphased.
he undoes the buckles on the side so that he can put it on you, but not before yanking your hands to his belt and leaving them there. “undo this. you’re gonna wear this, n’then you’re gonna let me take what i want from you. a’ight? i’m in charge. you’re gonna learn your damn lesson whether you like it or not.”
you whine as you obey him, trembling fingers fumbling for his belt. the worst part about this, was that you couldn’t deny your arousal. the manhandling, the degrading — you were a sensitive girl, who had sensitive needs, but something about the boy you had such a crush on, the same boy who would deny reluctantly cuddling you to sleep when you had a bad dream that one time, treating you so mean was making your cunt ache with need.
“i’m not gonna bite, i just want to kiss again.” you wail weakly as he brings the muzzle to your face, scoffing out a chuckle that read directly as ‘fat fucking chance’. rafe had kissed you a few times. moments of weakness. he couldn’t deny his feelings for you but — well, actually yes he could. he did deny his feelings for you, and often too. he was head over heels and he didn’t like that.
“kiss? you— you think you deserve a kiss after the way you behaved today?” once the muzzle is fastened and you’re staring up at him with big watery puppy dog eyes, he finishes up with yanking off his belt and undoing his zipper, trying to ignore how your pitiful expression looked. rafe was mean but he wasn’t an idiot— he knows you didn’t mean to be the way you were. you were innocent, naive — but god if taking advantage of that didn’t get him off.
his heart twinges at the sorry look on your face so he flips you over onto your front on the bed, body sprawled out and bouncing from the force. “nah…” he answers his own question as he tugs your dress up your back to reveal your soaked through panties between trembling thighs. he thumbs at the wet patch above where your hole sits meanly, scoffing. “you’re gonna shut up and take this dick. maybe then you’ll get your damn kiss.”
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john b does that dad thing where they come up behind you and rub your shoulders too hard
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dilf john b with a prickly beard hmmm…
BABE you’re gonna love the dbf!johnb moodboard coming tomorrow omg
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this whole agreement was stressing pope out. though he’d convinced himself it was okay, he knew deep down that sleeping with you just because your lying, cheating kook boyfriend couldn’t make you cum was morally wrong. this time around had been a close call. too close.
his life had become something out of a cheap porno — he finishes his shift at the local pizza place, and cycles his delivery bike all the way to your place to lay it on you. it had even gotten to the point where pope had stopped bringing you pizza, because there was no longer a reason to pretend that was why he was really there.
things had gotten risky, and this time around he’d very nearly screwed things, your boyfriend stopping by and letting himself in whilst the two of you had been at it in the shower, your favourite pizza delivery boy having crowded you against the tiles with his head shoved into your crotch, hot water running down his toned back. he seemed to be enjoying himself a lot, despite it being you to have forced him in there due to the fact he was kind of vaguely still smelling like pepperoni.
you’d appeared sopping wet in the hallway with a tiny towel wrapped round you, eyes wide as saucers when you’d seen the boyfriend coming right towards the bathroom. “why are you here?” you practically barked as pope listens in as best as he can over the sound of the running water.
“i was in the area and i needed to pee. can i?” even now, the attitude drips off his voice and pope is gritting his teeth.
“do you need to? i’m showering.” you try to hide the panic in your tone as he shuffles past you, busting right in. you hold your breath, as does pope as he stands as still as possible behind the shower curtain.
he does his business, both you and pope stiff as a statue as he zips himself back up — looking around casually without a rush in the world.
“showering, huh? you know i got time. could always let me in there with you.” he takes a step towards the shower curtain, beckoning you and you panic.
“no! its— it’s not that kind of shower. its an everything shower, you know — shaving everything… and stuff. trust me, you don’t wanna go in there.” you convince, making the kook ken doll roll his eyes but back off anyway.
“you never wanna have fun anymore.” he grumbles, and you see him out. infact, you stand at the door in your towel and make sure he’s gone before returning and yanking back the shower curtain.
“nope.” pope is immediately speaking, shaking his head as droplets fall off his hair. he goes to move past you, reaching for a towel. “i can’t do this, okay! it’s stressing me the fuck out.”
your brows knit, grabbing at his slippery arms to try and get him to be still. “please? he’s gone, pope. i made sure… i— i need this. it’s been such a long week.”
he’s in the midst of wrapping a towel round his waist, glancing up at you through the fogged mirror. “you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” in frustration, you stomp your foot petulantly, still draped in a tiny towel. at your mini tantrum, pope raises his eyebrows — unimpressed and swivels his body round to look at you, intrigued. the brattiness melts away for a second and you avert his eyes, for the first time showing nervousness.
“i don’t know how to do that… why’d you think i need you so bad?”
now, that — was a turning point for him. he was trying to get himself out of this toxic (yet highly addictive) situation, but he couldn’t bring himself to pass up the opportunity to teach. especially to teach you, he always loved how pliant you got when told what to do.
it’s how your damp bodies wound up on your bed, towels discarded with your back to his chest, legs spread. his hands squish at your thighs bordering on being cruel as he holds them open, watching the way your fingers roll over the bead of your clit.
“see, there’s not really a science to it— it’s about figuring out what feels right for you.” his voice is deeper than usual when it’s in your ear, and you shudder at the sound, nodding and swallowing because it’s all you can manage. “its how i figured you out so fast, you’re so responsive — it gave me great feedback on how i could make you cum. just from following your bodies reaction.” he brings a hand down and easily adjusts your smaller one. “middle and ring finger for when you wanna go inside.” he slides them down to your hole, massaging the pad of his fingers against yours to aid your movement. “and the thumb stays right up here to rub your clit. are you getting it?”
“i would rather you— i would rather you do it.” the first time you try to speak, it’s your usual spoiled self — but your breath hitches in your throat and it comes out meeker the second time you try.
“i know.” he croons, and when his lips brush your ear you think he might be coming down to kiss your cheek affectionately. instead, he speaks again. “but then this whole thing would be pointless. you’re here to learn, right?
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i love how john b n pope definitely try to understand n go along w their girls special interests .. like comparing to sanrio characters or showing them sonny angels they're just like riiight, and so this one is ..? gotcha - 🍓
i feel like pope is definitely better at understanding these things because he just reads into it all and spends more time online engaging in young ppl culture whereas john b spends all his time outside with his phone somewhere in a ditch so he sees these things and thinks they are completely unique to you. like no one else in the world likes what you like which is why he thinks you’re so special. like the way john b talks about you is the way a grandpa with a lot of love in his heart would talk abt a grand daughter. “yeah, no she likes all these things. like these little characters. it’s very cool.” 😭
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(regarding the post ab r’s dad being against the relationship) john b is very much the type to do those big romantic gestures u always see in romcoms?? like think the boombox blasting outside of the female lead’s house but with jb hes blasting it from the twinkie or sumn
yea :((( i love him he’s such a sap. and he’s playing a song that has sentimental value to the two of you as a couple like the song that was playing the first time u kissed in his car or something :(((((
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i feel like even if puppy!reader didn't jangle in some kind of way, john b would still know where she was coming from before he saw her because she barrels through doors out of excitement and has two left feet - 🍓
he’s so used to it sometimes if he’s doing something he won’t even turn his head. he’ll be looking over some maps and she’ll burst through the doors to the chateau and he’ll just hold out his arm and catch her from tripping over without looking. swoon
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UR THE ALPHA UR THE LEADER
jj would sing this song and pope would be like: what the hell is wrong with you? this ideology has already been defeated. please just stfu
this would be purposely to piss off pope. sometimes jj would say stuff to kitty!reader like “kitten… your alpha requests your presence.” just to hear pope from the next room be like “god, jj! no!”
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streamer jj would actually be hot tho icl…
no bc he’d get a big female following and be so unaware of the fact they’re there to thirst over him and don’t actually gaf about the game he’s playing 😭😭 “chat what game should i play next……. nah who said ‘boy we don’t care pull that thing out’?”
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onlyfans…princess get outta my head i just did sumn w jj x camgirl!reader where he helps out on her streams - 🐰
not our brains saying zee bluetooth device is ready to pair???? thats so hot. also just love the idea of jj making low quality vids on his laptop webcam of him jerking off and selling the vids for a few extra bucks. mhm
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