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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 3 years

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Let's make this moment worth the while

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You and JJ never liked each other. Kook vs Pogue. He annoys the shit out of you and yet you're trapped with him in the basement of the Cameron mansion.

Warnings: Smut, lowkey hate fuck

Available on: AO3

Part of: Passion lies in screams of ecstasytic dreams

This wasn’t something you had planned or expected.

Not at all.

He was standing in front of you, fuming with anger. His face had a hint of red, his jaw was locked tight and a strangled growl left his throat.

For a moment he looked almost feral there.

“Calm down, Maybank,” you said with an annoyed huffed, looking at the locked basement door above you. He acted like this was your fault when it was clearly his.

You could hear the music and voices from above.

A normal party at the Cameron mansion. Music, alcohol, drugs, Kooks and Pogues mingled together.

Just like in this small basement where Ward stored his wine. You had been here with Sarah a couple of times. You should have known she had planned something. The second you had entered the door to the mansion earlier, there had been this smug smile on her lips but she wouldn’t tell you why.

And now here you were with the boy you hated with a burning passion. You knew the Pogues and got along with them okay-ish. Pope was the best one to deal with, you knew Kiara for quite some time, John B was okay, he was Sarah’s boyfriend after all but JJ? No fucking way. He was crazy, reckless, infuriating and for some reason, really hot when he did stupid things.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled back at you after a long moment and turned around, going up the stairs to knock against the door once more.

You could swear the music just turned up just a little bit louder.

“Fuck!” he yelled, slamming against the door with his fist one more time before going back downstairs.

“No reason to get so angry, Pogue. They’ll need new wine eventually.” You leaned back against an almost empty shelf with a sigh, shaking your head. This was stupid and had been planned.

‘Oh y/n, can you get some more wine? The bottle is already empty. There’s the Romanee Conti 1945 somewhere in the right corner, that would be amazing.’

You could still hear Sarah’s voice in your head, it had sounded strange earlier, way too sweet, way too nice and now you knew why.

“Why did they send you down anyway?” You tilted your head a little to the side and looked at the boy who had sat down on the steps of the stairs, glowering at you.

“Red cups but I don’t see them anywhere here,” he grumbled from where he was sitting. His comment made you laugh, which only made him glare more at you.

If he would have been here before, he would know there wouldn’t be a single red cup around. Probably John B’s idea to make up this ridiculous excuse.

You kept your words to yourself and sat down, leaning your head back against the shelf.

Silence wrapped itself around you two and you held his stare for a moment before looking to the ground.

You didn’t even know why you hated him so much or why he hated you the same way. Nothing bad had happened between you two when you met for the first time, Sarah introducing you to the Pogues. She was your best friend and wanted you to get along with her new friend group, which you did...except JJ.

His vibes just didn’t fit with yours, you guessed. Two different people from completely different lives. It should have been a normal dislike, a normal ‘We don’t get along’ but for some reason you just needed to see him and you got angry. His stupid smirk, the way his hair fell into his hair after the rain had poured down, the way his jaw clenched when someone made him angry, the way his throat bobbed briefly when someone mentioned his father.

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath, hating yourself for even noticing these little things about him. You didn’t even spend that much time together, barely knew anything about him and yet it felt like you already knew more than you wanted to know.

When you looked up you saw that he was still looking at you, leaning back on the stairs, his jaw still tight.

“What?” you snapped at him, not feeling comfortable with him staring at you the way he did.

“I’m just wondering,” he started and there was an edge in his voice that made you stand up the moment he did.

He walked toward you, coming to stop right in front of you, putting his hand on the shelf behind you, caging you in.

Your body tensed, you didn’t like this one bit. Men trying to get power over you was always a bad sign but you’d handle him. It was just Maybank after all.

“Wondering if this wasn’t your plan all along,” he finished his sentence, his face way too close to yours. You felt your cheeks redden a little bit, feeling the heat from his body.

You’d be a liar if you’d say he wasn’t attractive in his own, stupid way.

“Why would it be,” you hissed and put your hands on his chest, pushing him back a little, your jaw tightening when he stumbled back a little. “Do you think I enjoy being here with you in this small ass basement? Tourist girls might swoon over you and you think you’re the greatest around these parts but I’m not one of them.”

A smirk appeared on his lips and he took a step forward again, once again invading your personal space.

“At least they have a good time,” he said with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes, turning your head so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

You knew the stories about him. Picking up tourist girls, sometimes two at a time, spending the night together and then never seeing them again.

“Yeah that’s what they think because they’ve got nothing to compare,” you huffed out, arms folding over your chest. From the corner of your eye you saw his body going a little tense, knowing you’ve hit his ego with what you’ve just said.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about anyway,” he suddenly replied with a shrug. “Not like you know what’s down there.”

You couldn’t help yourself but look back at him, looking right at his stupid grin. Your look turned into a glare which only made him grin more.

“God, you’re really getting off at making me angry.” You threw your hands up in the air, wanting to go around him to slam your fist against the door yourself but he blocked your way.

“Let me through, Maybank,” you hissed in anger but he once again put his hands up on the shelf behind you, caging you with his full body.

“Maybe I do.” His voice wasn’t low and had something in it that you couldn’t quite place. “But I know you do too.”

He would not win this, not with this smug grin on his lips.

His body was pressing more against yours, his leg between yours, his face only inches away.

You couldn’t stop the heat that was starting to pool between your legs. Fuck. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction but the way he stood here, so close with no one else around, his heat radiating off his body, his face so close.

“You might be right,” you suddenly blurted out without thinking and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him into an aggressive kiss.

JJ gasped in surprise as if he didn’t expect to get this reaction out of you but answered to the kiss with the same aggression.

The kiss involved a lot of biting and nibbling, two people trying to dominate the other only to pull back for a breath at the same time.

His eyes had darkened, his lips were swollen but it only took him a moment to recover.

He put his hands under you, lifting you up against the shelf behind you, pressing your back into the old wood while you wrapped your legs around him.

What a fucking bastard.

Now this felt more like this was his plan after all but who were you to deny getting the sexual tension and hatred out for once.

You started to fumble between the two of you, trying to rid the both of you of your pants. His slipped down easily, just swim trunks and boxer shorts but you had at least tried to look good here.

He noticed your struggle and put you down for a moment so you could push your pants down, kicking them off. You were about to pull your knickers down too but he already hoisted you back up.

“What the fuck,” you whispered in surprise but your legs wrapped around him already.

“Might need to dress quickly if they decide to check on us. Wouldn’t want them to find us like this,” he growled against your lips and you huffed. He initiated this and now he didn’t want to be found like this? Bastard.

“Yeah, probably for the better,” you agreed and kissed him again, your lips almost hurting already from the vicious way you two attacked each other.

The blonde boy shifted a little, moved his hips while holding you tight and with a swift movement, he had moved your knickers aside and slipped inside of you.

You moaned into the kiss which he only took as an invite to push his tongue inside once again while he filled you to the brink.

The tourist gossip was no lie. He was indeed quite packing, you felt the sweet stretch, the balance between pain and pleasure. He wasn’t ripping you apart but you were also feeling quite a bit of filling.

You moved your arms up to hold up on the shelf behind you, the wood digging into your back when he started to thrust into you. It was as if he wanted you to feel how much he despised you, every push on his hips forceful and almost bruising but you didn’t mind. You wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

You could feel your tits swinging quite a bit, only dressed with a bikini and a small top above while he kept up his merciless pace.

For some reason you hadn’t thought about him having that much strength to hold you up and push inside of you with that much force.

Not that you had thought about him doing this to you before. Not at all.

A groan left your throat in frustration when you realized that you were too good at lying to yourself when it came to him. Another groan followed when he hoisted you up a little bit more, almost letting you fall back on his dick, hitting the sweet spot that made you see stars.

“Fuck, you feel better than expected,” he growled and leaned forward to kiss your neck, leaving small bites. Not biting hard enough to bruise but so that you would feel them for the time you were in here.

“You expected this?” you asked with a smug tone in your voice but your only answer was another deep, painful thrust inside of you that made your back arch forward.

He had anticipated this, thought about it like you did but he was very angry about it. Seems like you two were not so different when it came to that. Two sides of a coin, maybe.

His bruised lips kissed and nibbled across the soft skin on your neck and shoulder, his hardness tickling your insides the right way.

Your moans filled the small room, the air getting more heated and sticky but thankfully the music above was way louder than the two of you.

This would be your secret. No one needed to know this. You would go out of here later as if nothing had happened.

Your breath got short and irregular, it was feeling as if he was thrusting the air right out of your lungs with the pace he had picked. He clearly had experience doing this. You hated thinking about it.

One of your hands sneaked between the two of you, rubbing against the bundle of nerves, only driving you higher up, your mind fogging.

A growl left his throat when he noticed what you were doing and you could swear he was only forcing himself in harder, deeper and even faster. It was brutal and you were sure he would leave bruises over your body.

The way his hand gripped your hips hurt, the shelf pressing into you, his hips snapping against yours.

Your body started to twitch when you came closer and you were almost falling when you heard his voice. “Don’t you dare to finish before me.” It was almost a feral growl that spoke, not really sounding him like. He was out of breath, sweaty and almost desperate to spill his seed inside of you.

Normally you would have done it anyway, who was he to tell you what you had to do? But this time, you stopped listening to him. Something about his attitude towards you in this moment made you listen to him.

You hated it.

Then you moved your hand up to his face, the two fingers you had used to rub yourself running along his cheek before tapping it against his lips.

He glowered at you before opening his mouth, taking your fingers inside and swirling his tongue around them, licking your wetness off them without stopping to look at you.

You moaned at the obscenery in front of you and a low moan left your mouth. His body was twitching around you and you could start to feel yourself apart.

“Now come,” he whispered around your fingers, still licking them more tenderly than expected.

He pulled almost out completely, leaving you empty and whimpering for a moment before pushing back inside of you in one long, brutal movement, making you see stars as you fell apart around him.

You didn’t hear how a few bottles fell from the shelf, shatting beside you, all you could hear was a loud moan filling the room and you could feel yourself blushing when you realized it was yours.

He gasped and growled when he felt how your walls were clenching around him and soon enough you felt the hot cum spilling inside of you. It was warm and comfortable and you hated that you felt this way.

JJ leaned forward briefly, putting his forehead against yours before letting you back to the ground.

You almost fell forward, not able to stand, your legs shaking from the brutal abuse your body just had to deal with.

You’d be a liar if you didn’t say you loved every second of it.

“We made a mess,” you mumbled when you finally saw the broken bottles on the ground. Ward had stored so much expensive wine here, this would at least be 500 bucks or above. Not that you cared, you didn’t like this man. “We did, especially you,” he chuckled and you turned your head to glare at him but he was just pointing at his dick that was dripping with your wetness, following the drops of cum, sweat and your own juice down to the ground where you could also see a wet spot.

Your face turned crimson red from embarrassment and you looked away, trying to straighten your knickers only to realize that his cum would drip right into them when you kept them on now.

You shot him a glare and he seemed to know exactly what you meant because that smug grin was back on his lips, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I fucking hate you,” you groaned and picked up your pants, already feeling how his seed was dripping out of you and into the fabric of your panties.

“I know you do. Felt good though but then again, it never happened, right?” he asked with a shrug before putting his pants back on too.

Right when you two were dressed again and you were about to reply to him, the door opened and you saw Sarah and John B standing there.

“Oh there you are! I was looking for you!” Sarah said and walked down to you, wrapping you into a hug only to pull back and look at you with a knowing grin.

It was hard not to know. The small room smelled of sex, sweat and wine, your hair was a mess, your lips bruised. It took one look of someone with three brain cells to know what had happened here.

You glared at her. “I didn’t find the wine,” you said and she laughed, walking up the stairs with you.

“That’s fine, it seems like you’ve found something else,” your friend replied with a snicker and you groaned at her, shaking your head but couldn’t help but laugh.

#jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj imagine #jj maybank #obx imagine #obx #outer banks #obx netflix #outer banks netflix #smut #plisoed #this lowkey sucks but oh well hahaha

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captzexx · 4 years

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Daily Writing Challenge

Day 5 - Sacrifice

The world was darkness and howls were wind as the sky was plunged into a new chaos. This was the end of the world as it had been foretold if they should fail in the face of the Twilight Hammer. And so they had failed, Coren bowed his mighty horned head and sighed deeply. He had high hopes for this world, but one must face the fact that they cannot all be saved. Evil must win as much as good should.

"Isthasy." A flat voice spoke behind the tauren but he dared not follow it, the guttural dragon language as much a reprimand as it was a request. "What are you orders?"

The simple request was like a sword blow to the gut, his hands gripping tightly to thick copper wrought staff. Intricate runes of bronze and iron careened about the hunk of ironwood as each shone brightly despite the blacked out sun above. It would fend off the shadow for a short time, but by then the sky would be a mishmash of black holes each streaming forth the hungry void as it came to this maelstrom of a world to consume the life of the planet. The feeling sat heavily on the guardian's shoulders despite this not being the first for him.

Coren let loose another heavy sigh, it had only been a few moments but he knew his grief could not control the now. Now was the time for action. Pulling himself straight again Coren would turn to face the armored men of his 'jimosiig', pale faces hidden behind heavy helm and mortal forms dressed in the armor of their patron. Grunting and clearing his throat, his rough voice would rise above the impending storm above. "Are the chosen addressed?"

"Aye, sia ith." The forward captain would reply, his eyes steady and refusing to look beyond the tauren as he stood before him. "The last of the Stonefist are through the portals and dispersed as planned in the event of..."

The man didn't need to finish his words as they all knew what had happened here. Coren only nodded in return as he reached forward to gently pat the mailed shoulder of the shorter mortal. "Indeed, then you and the others will return to the 'hrrac' and prepare for the sleep. I will close the last of the portals and seal the exit way."

"But, sia ith, you will be alone. You cannot possibly stand against this." Already his comrades would be trudging forward with hands at weapons, ancient blue glass axes and swords drawn and ready to face the end beside their commander. The tauren meant to say something further before the howling stopped and silence fell upon the world, the brown eyes of the guardian opening wide as he looked into the face of his men knowing full well what was happening now. "Divert your eyes! Divert them!"

To late already as some quickly cast glances aside, few others though were already dropping their weapons and scream as they wretched their helmets free to toss aside with a clank of metal and fill the silence with screams of the deep primal pit of creation. The screams of madness resounded as the soldiers would claw at their bare faces and rip at anything exposed in some hope of appeasing the fickle decisions of what was coming through the very portals above. Blood would gurgle from torn lips and metal would slap against hot sand as those caught in the snare of the eldritch needs of the invading forces bent to their will.

"Kill them."

"What?" Came the shocked voice of the commander as he covered his eyes trying to look at Coren without peeking into the infinite madness above. Already the once silence would growing into a cacophony of insanity as if every poor wretch who looked into the maw above were screaming as one.

Coren grasped his staff and strode forward with heavy clopping hooves to swing with all his might into to the head of the first consumed mortal. The ironwood smashed into him like rotting fruit spilling the remains across the sand in a grisly display of rot, a back swing following to smash into the gibbering chest of another soldier. Viscera stained the wood and robes of the mighty tauren as he turned to those still sane. "Look away. Kill those among you lost. We do them mercy."

Blades hesitated as they looked among them before a few more cast glances into the sky and slowly began to topple over, their voices scrambling for apology or hope or for the very mercy spoken of before. The captain and his fellows obliged.

"Make for the chamber, quickly. I will seal it behind you." Coren called as their bloody work ended, now only a handful remaining as they made for the steps into the antechamber that would lead to the transfer tables. The captain was the last as he stalked to the steps last and looked back up to the tauren, his eyes a mixture of worry and regret. Coren laid his staff aside and embraced the man, his thick arms gentle despite their crushing strength as he felt the armored mortal do the same.

"Si mi bivai," the warrior murdered into the gore flecked robes of his lord.

"Tir ti krethel, gethrisj mrith itov vur jilinth," Coren replied as he gently rocked the metal garbed form before releasing him to the stairs. "They are in your charge, shadowjewel. Protect them at all costs. I will see you again, Arallan."

The warrior nodded softly as stepped back toward the stairs, looking to the tauren's kind face once as he removed his helmet so as to remember each other's faces. "Ini sia tiichi sia pliso." And then the red haired knight was gone.

Coren watched Arallan disappear into the depths for his new quest and charges. He had sworn to the one eyed swordsman he would protect them, and so they would be safe. Wearily a knee would taken as the sand crunched beneath his bulky form, two thick figures tracing into the sand a symbol of his timeless master to ignite the ritual. With the symbol finished, the same hand would grasp the handle of a stone knife. A quick slash to his empty palm and his own black blood would begin to fall, filling the symbols outline with his precious source. As it filled more would begin to take shape and draw the life to ignite the shifting symbols, his deep voice chanting the ancient names of the hidden. A final word spoken, there would be no more stairs or antechamber or even memory of this place.

Gripping the knife now in one hand, the tauren could feel his own mind emptying of what had transpired. Coren wanted to hold onto it, to remember it all, to not let these mortals or this world die for nothing. But it was too dangerous. Everything had to be cleared.

Rising to his full height, his brown eyes would blink once or twice as he stared about the sands and ruins of Tanaris. What was happening? Where were the forces? Why was he alone? Shifting his mighty bulk, Coren would gaze to the western horizon back toward the crater and beyond that to the wastes of Silithus. His gaze steady for a moment before following the edge of the mountains to the sky and the great gaping hole int he sky where from beyond the dark whispers of the night came to rest upon his world. Mouth agape as he stared, Coren felt a tug at his mind as jaw began to stretch wider and wider.

SUFFER.

The stone knife plunged into his right eye. And then the left. He did not stop screaming.

@daily-writing-challenge

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#dwc #dwc2020 #day 5 #sacrifice #coren #arallan daemir #late but not forgotten

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santosh2510 · 3 years

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#LifeChangingBook_OnDiwali https://www.instagram.com/p/CV1y1-PlISo/?utm_medium=tumblr

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frindleworth · 4 years

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Community: Rilark di Z’ar Tobor, “Castle of New Life”

Rilark di Z’ar Tobor is a community of kobolds living in a fortress which a neighboring city abandoned long ago. The Warlock Keziah gifted the fortress to a kobold couple named Snappy and Kaching so that they could escape their meager, cruel lives exploiting travelers. Snappy and Kaching gradually attracted other kobolds seeking an easier life, and now live in a community of 19 that farms, trades, and only kills humans that try to kill them first.

History, inhabitants, & more under the cut.

History

A small band of kobolds once lived in the northern Lanthindan plains, between the cities of Graal and Striggin. They survived by enticing travelers- often merchants or adventurers- into their catacombs full of deadly traps.

One day, a slippery halfling illusionist deftly evaded their traps and summoned a red dragon into their living chambers. Though the dragon was a major image, it successfully cowed the kobolds into cooperating with the halfling’s plan. On a certain day, a certain group of adventurers; including the rightful heir of Striggin, would be lured into the deepest sanctum of the catacombs. The kobolds were to deactivate their traps as the adventurers came in, but after the halfling and his allies had ambushed the heir of Striggin, the kobolds would reactivate the traps to prevent escape.

When the day came, the kobolds did as they were told, and hid from the adventurers as they progressed through the tunnels. The Warlock Keziah, however, was too keen. He noticed a group of ten kobolds and cornered them in their own tunnel, demanding to know what they were doing. Two Kobolds, named Snappy and Kaching, revealed the halfling’s plan and promised not to reactivate the traps. Keziah saw that the kobolds lived frightened, meager lives, and asked if they would rather live on the surface, doing honest work under his protection. Most of the kobolds fled, too scared of what the halfling (and his dragon) would punish their betrayal. Only Snappy and Kaching stayed by Keziah’s side, attracted by the hope he offered.

Keziah’s group went into the halfling’s ambush prepared, and killed all of the halfling’s allies except for two escapees.

On their way back to Striggin, Keziah’s group encountered an abandoned fortress, which was once operated by Striggin. Keziah, wary of the danger he was headed towards, offered the secluded building to Snappy and Kaching as their new home, on the condition that they make an honest life for themselves. Snappy and Kaching agreed, and named the fortress Rilark di Z’ar Tobor: in Draconic, “Castle of New Life.”

When Ser Torvin, the heir of Striggin, finally claimed his Lordship, he officially recognized Rilark di Z’ar Tobor as an ally.

Resources

The fortress has a large courtyard that, after clearing away the overgrowth, has allowed for a fruitful garden. Snappy and Kaching found a small, concave buckler within the fortress, and anything planted within its “bowl” grows healthily, allowing for them to harvest & trade non-native fruits. The kobold’s former lives have scared most people away from the surrounding hills, allowing Rilark di Z’ar Tobor to mine them peacefully.

Inhabitants (all kobolds)

All members contribute to farming.

Snappy, adult male trapmaker. Loves to tinker, and quickly outfitted the fortress with new defenses and an unnecessarily elaborate cooking area.

Kaching, adult female trapmaker. She keeps the kitchen stocked with homemade kitchen gadgets, and has rigged up a sprinkler system for the garden.

Snappy & Kaching’s three young children, all born in Rilark di Z’ar Tobor: Tikk, Tokk, &Tükk.

Vorakkle, adult male sorcerer.

Jilnpel, elder female bard, finally able to pursue her aspirations as an entertainer now that she’s not scrounging for scraps in the Striggin slums.

Niceroth, adult male barbarian. Helpful with terraforming, and always ready to defend his home.

Kepp, an adult female who used to lead a group of kobolds terrorizing the countryside, and is discovering that she’s an even better team organizer when she doesn’t have to use intimidation quite as much.

Achthend, elder male, the designated cook. Notable for his deep black scales and love of food puns.

Lorit, a young kobold learning gadgeteering from Snappy and Kaching.

Svitran, young adult female priest of Kurtlemak.

Aurix, adult female, treasurer.

Caek & Garurt, warrior brothers who wield an axe and bow, respectively.

Vaex, adult female archer.

Veax, adult male rogue.

Shashti, elder female, organizes the mining of nearby hills for ore.

Darastrix Pliso the Dragon Master, who just kind of showed up one day? She has brilliant multicolored scales and the rare gift of wings, but is kind of obnoxious. Tours nearby cities claiming to be a diplomat of Rilark di Z’ar Tobor, even though no one gave her that authority.

#feel free to steal & adopt for your own campaigns #either specific ideas or just drag & drop into your world #D&D #worldbuilding #kobolds #campaign: keziah's patience #I love it when players initiate this kind of cool #world-changing stuff

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futplacebo · 5 years

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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 3 years

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Your public display of affection

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: He really wants to test your sense of adventure on this ferry ride.

Warnings: Smut, public sex

Available on: AO3

Part of: Passion lies in screams of ecstasytic dreams

“I’ve got an idea,” he whispered into your ear, sitting next to you, nuzzling your neck.

You were, in the back of Mr. Heyward’s truck that you...borrowed. Pope and Kie were up front, bickering about something, John B and Sarah were supposed to meet you at the beach later this evening, leaving all the preparations to you.

It was John B’s birthday and you really wanted to get him a nice present, so you decided to take the ferry to the next big town, grab something really cool that he wouldn’t expect and then drive right back.

You barely had made it onto the ferry, it was packed with cars but for once, you got lucky.

“What is it?” You turned your head to look at your boyfriend who was grinning from ear to ear. You knew that grin, something dirty was going through his mind at this very moment.

An eyebrow wiggle was the only answer you got before he grabbed the blanket next to you in one hand, patting on his lap with the other.

Playing along, you sat down on his lap and he wrapped the blanket over you two, making you feel loved and comfortable. There was quite the breeze out here on the water, so it wasn’t too strange to use a blanket.

People were mingling around you, getting out of their cars to check the water and waves, getting back in, some kids were running around but mostly teenagers and adults. It was summer after all, one of the busiest times in these areas.

You felt how his arms wrapped around you from behind, causing you to lean back into his chest, snuggling a little closer.

Suddenly his hands moved under your shirt, starting to grope your breasts for a moment. You gasped and the unexpected touch and leaned a bit to the side so you could look into his eyes.

“Trust me, darling,” he murmured and smiled at you when his hands went down to pull your shorts down, letting them rest at your knees.

A blush painted your face, not really sure what to think about all of this. You were in a public place, the blanket just needed to fly away by a gust of wind and everyone would see your exposed lower parts.

You had to bite your bottom lip to keep a moan from escaping when he shoved your panties aside to run a finger through your folds. Lust was building up inside your body, a surge of heat running through you.

“Oh god,” you whined quietly, everyone around you so close. He just chuckled next to your ear, the rumbling in your chest only turning you on more.

“Yes, my love?” The blonde boy brushed his lips against your cheek, causing you to shudder slightly.

Two fingers were pumping in and out of you, turning you on more and more. You had a hard time to keep still, just wanting to squirm in his grasp but he had wrapped his left arm tightly around you.

“What are you even doing?” You asked, still surprised by the whole thing. It wasn’t something you had done before. In private, sure but in public? This close to people? No way to hide in shame if someone caught you?

It was arousing and scary at the same time. The thought of being watched and caught in the act. It did something with you that you couldn’t explain. Excitement and shame mixed together.

“Trying something new. Where’s your sense of adventure?” His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, lust dripping from every word just like you were dripping on his fingers, coating them with your wetness.

He pulled his fingers out, wiping them on your inner thighs that were covered by the blanket before you could feel him shift under you, moving the two of you up a bit, his eyes darting left and right if anyone was watching at the moment.

When he felt safe you could feel that he pulled his cargo pants and boxer shorts to his knees, sitting back down. His skin was heated against yours and you swallowed hard when his dick pressed against you from behind, already hard and ready to claim you, right here, with everyone around.

He took a moment to simply rub himself against your skin. For everyone else it would look like a cute couple cuddling in the back of the truck. No one would expect anything that was going on under the blanket.

“Come have a seat,” he snickered into your ear and without even a question you obliged, shifting under the blanket to sit down on his dick.

Your body tensed when you felt the hot tip pressing against you, your eyes also on the lookout that no one would catch you or even just get the idea what might be going on.

“We don’t have all day, darling.” With those words he grabbed your hips and pushed them down on his length, causing you to gasp in surprise, almost moaning a little too loud.

You covered your mouth with both of your hands to keep it inside but that would already look quite weird if someone was watching you right now.

“My, my. You have to be quiet.” This was amusing him way too much so you clenched your thighs, causing it to grow tight around him which almost made him moan.

“You really need to stop talking,” you whispered a little more aggressively and he grabbed your hips again, the grip almost bruising.

JJ slowly started to move his hips and you leaned back into him, trying to look like you were just relaxing in his arms. Thanks to the breeze, the moving blanket didn’t look too suspicious but you were sure if someone would actually pay attention to you two, they would figure it out.

“Fucking shit, babe. You’re so wet and slippery, you’re really enjoying this.” He stated it as if it was a matter of fact. Your mind was still trying to deny it but the mix of risk and pleasure was something that got you going. You didn’t even know until now.

Your nipples were straining against your shirt, his hands resting on your stomach now, trying to stay as calm as possible while he was moving inside of you, tickling all the right spots.

“Answer me,” he purred into your ear. “Tell me how much you like to be fucked in public.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, swallowing hard at his words, another surge of heat running through your body. It was already bad enough and yet he turned you on even more.

A quick, rough snap of his hips let you know he wasn’t pleased with you not answering. “Come on. I want to hear how you love doing this. All those people around you, me buried deep inside your sweet little cunt.” He nuzzled your neck with his nose, licking your skin briefly. “Tell me that the idea of this excites you. I can already feel it but I want to hear it from your mouth.”

You swallowed down another moan that almost escaped you, closing your eyes to take in a deep breath. “I love it,” you said quietly but he just growled. “I love the idea of getting caught.”

“That’s my good girl.” He kissed your neck before picking up the pace a little, one hand moving to your bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing them.

Your eyes opened and you looked around again, the pleasure almost unbearable. Normally you were a moaner, quite loud and he wasn’t a quiet one either. You were surprised he was able to keep it together so well while you were literally fighting with yourself.

A knock on the glass behind you caused both of you to stop in your movements before you heard Pope’s voice.

“Hey lovebirds! We’re almost there, get ready!”

“Alright, thanks bud!” JJ called back to him before turning to you, a cheeky grin on his lips.

“Oh god, what now?” You asked him and he started rubbing your clit again.

“I want you to come at least,” he whispered and your body tensed, his dick starting to slide in and out of you again.

“We’re in public!” You hissed at him, louder than you expected and you groaned in annoyance of yourself. At the same time you also felt that you were getting closer to your orgasm.

“So? You love it.” He was right about that and he knew it. You hated it.

You leaned back against him, trying to calm your breathing but that didn’t even work anymore as he picked up the pace, rubbing your clit more forcefully and just the way you showed him. Just the way you liked it.

“Fuck, JJ,” you moaned as quiet as possible, feeling his dick twitch at your words.

It only took a few more seconds until you fell apart around him, squeezing him right and he groaned in your ear, making you shiver.

Your body was shaking, your breath erratic and fast until you were slowly coming down from your high. He was still inside of you, still hard and it was making the whole thing of calming down really hard.

As if he sensed it, he laughed softly against your neck. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll have more time later to finish this. Maybe on the ride back already.”

Just the mere idea of it sent excitement straight to your core.

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Bruises and bitemarks say, takes one to bring the pain

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You belong to him and he wants everyone to see it

Warnings: Smut, marking kink, possessive!JJ

Available on: AO3

Part of: Passion lies in screams of ecstasytic dreams

A/N: I was thinking about putting some smutty drabbles/shortstories together for JJ x Reader and here we go.

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“I can’t even believe you went to him! That dude is a psychopath, nothing more!”

JJ was fuming and you really didn’t understand why he was so worked up.

Rafe had been threatening the Pogues once again and you were so fed up with his behavior at this point. The two of you had been childhood friends, back when he was still a normal child, so you had hoped that he might listen to you.

He didn’t. Instead he had tried to make good use of the time you had been there with him, flirting with you, trying to win you over, fully aware that you and JJ were a thing.

Rafe hated JJ and ever since he had known that you dated the Pogue, he had tried even more to break you two apart.

“Calm down, JJ. Nothing happened,” you said almost annoyed as you tried to get past him to the Chateau. You had agreed to meet up here later with the rest of the Pogues but for now, it was just the two of you.

“You say that now! What if he would have touched you? Kidnapped you? Killed you? You know what kind of guy he is!” The anger was written on his face and for a moment you wondered if you should take his concern more seriously. Rafe was dangerous indeed, unpredictable but would he really go that far and kill you only because you didn’t want anything from him?

“Babe, it’s fine,” you say and take JJ’s face in your hands. His cheeks were hot, his hair was messy from running his hand through there too many times.

His jaw clenched and you felt it against your skin but his breathing also calmed down a little.

“I don’t want you near him,” he told you and there was possessiveness in his voice, something you didn’t hear very often because everyone knew you were his and he was yours. Sometimes a tourist tried to flirt with you at a beach party but JJ would quickly make sure that they knew where you belonged.

You clenched your legs together a little at the tone of his voice and smiled sweetly at him. His eyes darkened and he grabbed your hips, lifting you up. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you toward the Chateau.

Thankfully the others wouldn’t arrive for at least another hour.

“You’re mine,” he almost growled into your ear when he fell down on the couch with you, his hands stopping his own fall so he wouldn’t crush you in the process.

“Am I?” you asked with a teasing tone and he gritted his teeth before sinking them into the crook of your neck.

You yelped briefly at the pain shooting through your skin before his tongue started to swirl on the mark he just left, gently sucking it.

“I’m going to mark you all over. You are mine. All mine.” He sounded almost desperate and feral when he spoke those words next to your ear before moving to the other side of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin there too.

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing him closer to you, your hips bucking against the bulge that had formed in his pants.

JJ just smirked against your neck and thrusted his hips down, pinning yours against the cushions under you.

“Stay still,” he mumbled before running a hand over your stomach, slipping it under your shirt to push it upward.

Next he bit your stomach. One, two, three times, all over the place. Leaving little bite marks. It was painful but arousing at the same time.

You really didn’t know what to do with your hands. Sometimes they were wrapped around him, sometimes in his hair but every time he shifted it became slightly awkward.

He picked up on this and took both of your wrist in one hand each to pin them over your head.

“Leave them there, you look beautiful like that,” he said and gave you a quick grin before he pushed your shirt up further, revealing your bra which he moved down carelessly until your tits were spilling out above.

He took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently. You yelped in pain and looked down at him in surprise but he just grinned at you when he let go of your nipple only to blow cold air on it a moment later.

A shiver ran down your spine and he moved to the other breast to do the same there. Wetness was pooling between your legs now and a whine left your throat.

“Hm? Anything you want?” That bastard knew exactly what you wanted and the grin on his face gave him away.

You huffed in anger and when you opened your mouth to reply, he bit down hard on the top skin of your right breast, causing you to take in a deep breath instead of saying a word. He sucked the spot, harder than the spots on your neck and you gritted your teeth.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said when he let go of the sensitive skin and moved over to repeat the whole process on the other breast. This time you were prepared for the pain to come and when you looked down your body you saw the marks that he covered you in.

“But I’m not done marking my property yet,” he hummed against your skin and you let out a frustrated sigh.

He was always good at getting you worked up and right now, you really wanted him before the others came over.

JJ opened your pants and you lifted your hips so he could pull your shorts and panties down, leaving them at your ankles.

“Hm, so wet for me.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your wet center which made you moan. You tried to buck your hips upward, closer to the face he was already pulling back but there was no chance.

You pouted and watched how he kissed down your inner thighs. Open mouthed kisses, sucking in between and sometimes he bit down hard, leaving a lot of marks on your inner thighs.

It was almost too much, the pain of his bites and the arousal pooling between your legs, dripping down on the cushions below you. You were sure that if he touched your clit only for a few seconds, you would come apart.

“You really like this, huh?” he asked when he watched the wetness between your legs become more and more.

“Of course I do, you idiot. Can you please fuck me now?” You literally begged him and there was a glint in his eyes that couldn’t hide that he loved it when you did this.

“Why should I?” He licked his bottom lip and looked in your eyes, then between your legs and back up again.

“I want you to mark me on the inside too,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster up and it seemed to do the trick.

It only took him a couple of seconds to completely remove his pants and boxershorts, meanwhile you had kicked away the clothes still around your ankles.

His dick moved inside of you with one, smooth stroke, your wetness coating it enough to be able to do this without any pain or stretching beforehand.

When he was between you, your legs wrapped around him and you hissed in pain when the bite marks on your inner thighs came in contact with his skin. They were more sensitive than you had thought. You almost came from just the feeling of him inside of you but you held back, wanting to wait so you could release together.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” he murmured as he thrusted into you, hands between your face, his whole body just towering over you.

He leaned down to kiss you but couldn’t stop himself from biting your bottom lip, pulling on it a little while he kept a ruthless pace up.

Suddenly a noise you both knew very well came up and he stopped for a moment, both your heads going toward the window near the entrance.

The Twinkie had just pulled around, there was no mistake. That old car would make the same stupid noises for the time it would run.

“Shit,” you said and groaned in frustration but then you felt how JJ started moving again.

“What the-?” you were about to complain but his deep thrusts became so intense that you had to swallow any words you were about to say. Instead you had to bite down on your arm to keep yourself from moaning so loud.

“I’m not going to stop now. I’ll mark you from inside, just like you wanted to.” That stupid grin on his face was so big and he was so proud of himself and god, you hated and loved him at the same time.

Muffled voices reached your ears and JJ only sped up more, causing you to moan around the skin of your arm that you were biting so hard you weren’t even sure if you were about to draw blood.

With one last, deep and hard thrust JJ came inside of you and you felt how he was painting your inside with his cum. He growled as he came, louder than expected and you prayed that the people outside didn’t hear it. You weren’t sure who was there, only John B, maybe Sarah too, maybe they had picked up the whole crew.

As his hot semen was spurting inside of you, you finally let go too, coming with him together. You loved it when the two of you came together and you had trained hard so you would be able to hold back whenever it was needed.

He pulled out of you quickly and grabbed his clothes, putting them on quickly.

“Lovely,” he said when he looked between your legs, watching how his cum dripped out of you. “I wouldn’t let it run out though. They’re almost here and you won’t have enough time to get cleaned up or clean the cushions.”

The blonde boy laughed when he saw your blushed face and you reached over to pull your panties on quickly.

You could clearly hear John B and Sarah approaching now.

JJ walked towards the door and waved at them. “Hey guys!” he called over to them and they greeted him back.

You weren’t sure if you ever got dressed this quickly, running a hand through your hair to make it look less messy.

Without thinking you simply turned the cushion around, hoping no one would notice. It would dry soon enough.

“The two of you are here early,” John B commented as he and Sarah walked inside and JJ just smirked at you behind their backs.

“Yeah, I got off work earlier and JJ lives here anyway,” you said with a nonchalant shrug while you felt JJ’s cum dripping out of you, coating your panties in wetness.

Sarah gave you a look and you groaned while blushing. John B might be oblivious to the amount of times you and JJ had sex at his place but Sarah clearly almost always knew.

When your best friend saw your reaction she just grinned at you and picked the chair to sit on purpose.

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