I Want More

I Want More

Requested!

oh perfect girly can i request a jj maybank imagine a smut one where jj and i are best friends and he has feelings for me and we go in the house and he kisses me and we have our first time doing different sex positions like hes on top and im on top a lot of kissing can it be smut/angst i love your blog page thanks girly xx🩵🫶🏻

@jeremiahxaesthetic hope you enjoy!!

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: SOFT!JJ || Smut|| best friends to lovers || a lil bit of sub JJ || kissing(obvi) || a bit of angst at the end || mentions of the nickname princess

Summary: Being best friends with JJ ever since you were kids, but things change between the two of you

You had just gotten home from a long day of hanging out with Sarah Cameron, you’re family we’re kooks, but not you. You were a pouge and let’s just say people had their opinions.

You were sitting on the couch with some soft music playing in the background, you were about to doze off when knocks on the front door made you jolt awake.

Getting up to answer the door and being greeted by the most adorable smiles from the one and only JJ maybank. You’re best friend.

“JJ? Hey what’s up you okay?” You asked opening the door for the blonde male to come inside “yeah yeah everything is good, great now actually” JJ replied and gave one of his famous grins that make the ladies swoon, especially you.

You and JJ have been best friends ever since the first grade, the two of you were practically attached to the hip and that didn’t change even in high school, but over the years you started to see JJ a little different, his hugs gave you butterflies, his smile made your heart beat faster and his flirty comments made you weak in the knees. You had developed a huge ass crush on JJ maybank.

You smiled at the blonde in front of you “really? You weren’t good before?” You asked and sat down on the couch while JJ went to grab a beer from the fridge “well of course but being with you just made this 1000 times better” he said as he walked over plopping down beside you and turning his body to face you.

“So there’s a party at the beach tonight, you comin?” JJ asked and you shrugged “I dunno I might stay in” you replied and played with the Bracelet JJ had given you for your 14th birthday. “Fine guess I’m staying in to then” JJ said and put his arm around your shoulder pulling you in closer so you were practically snuggled into his side.

“You? JJ maybank? Stay home from a party? Are you okay? Are you sick?!” You looked at him causing the blonde male to smile “no there’s no point going to a party if you won’t be there” JJ replied looking at you and his eyes glancing down at your lips every so often.

You could feel your cheeks heating up and you could practically feel the smirk on JJ’s lips.

The two of you stared at each other a little longer than expected, you noticed JJ moving closer, his face only inches from yours ‘was this happening?’ You thought to yourself, “what happening to no pouge on pouge macking” you whispered as JJ rested his head against yours “screw that rule” before you knew it his lips were on yours.

You kissed him back immediately, everything was falling into place, JJ’s arms snaked around your waist pulling you into his lap, your hands found their way into his messy hair as the two of you made out.

JJ’s hands roamed up your sides and hips before moving to your ass, you moved/grinded in his lap causing a groan to escape his lips “god….do you know what you do to me princess? Being around you everyday? Having to fight the urge not to bend you over the damn boat and fuck your brains out?” He said as he pulled back from the kiss “I want you…I need you” he begged, JJ maybank begged for you and you knew this guy to never beg but here he was holding you on top of him begging to have his way with you, how could you say no to the guy you’ve loved for years.

Clothes were scattered across the living room floor, thank god you had the house to yourself for a week.

JJ’s head was between your thighs eating you out like a starved man, your hands were in his hair pulling and gripping at it as his tongue pressed against your clit while his fingers fucked into you.

“Gonna cum princess?” JJ asked kissing your inner thighs “I can feel you squeezing my fingers” I smirked as he thrusted his fingers into you fast “fuck please Jayj” you whined bucking your hips into his hand “come on princess cum for me, I want it” he groaned as he went back down sucking on your bundle of nerves as he finger fucked your cunt.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to come, you arched your back and let out a loud moan as you came around JJ’s fingers, the man before you smirked as he removed his fingers, he watched you as he licked them clean “god….sweet as ever” he moved forward pressing his lips against yours which you gladly kissing him back.

JJ pulled back “I want you to ride me” you looked at him and smiled “please..I wanna feel you around me princess, please” he begged again “whatever you want..I’ll give it” you whispered before pushing JJ to sit up straight before you climbed into his lap hovering above his throbbing “you want me to fuck you jayj?” You asked wanting to tease him a bit, JJ gripped you hips “yes…yes please I want it” you couldn’t help but grow more turned on by his begging.

You positioned yourself and lowered yourself onto his cock, the two of you moaned softly, you began moving up and down as JJ pressed kissing onto your neck and chest leaving very visible hickeys, not that you cared anyway.

You picked up the pace bouncing yourself up and down and feeling the knot in your stomach from, JJ’s moans alone could make you cum on the spot “princess….fucckkk I love you..I love you” JJ said into your neck as he nuzzled into you, you didn’t expect him to come out and just openly say those three words “I’ve always loved you..hell I’m crazy about you…I want my world to be about you” JJ said moving his head to look at you.

Your heart melted at his confession so you cupped his cheeks “JJ….I love you too” you said rubbing your thumbs against his cheek bones “I’ve always loved you” you said as a smile broke out on your face and the same for JJ “thank fucking god” he said and lifted you up and laid your back against the couch before entering you again.

JJ thrusted like a mad man, he held your waist as he fucked himself into you, you were taken back but god you loved it “Jayj…fuck! I’m gonna cum again please..please don’t stop” you begged as you dug your nails into his back “yeah? Wanna cum for me? Wanna be a good girl and cum?” JJ asked continuing  his fast hard thrusts into you, your walls tightened around him “fuuckkkkk that’s is…cum with me yeah?” He looked at you with such love.

You nodded and held onto JJ as he thrusted faster into you you babbled his name on repeat till both your orgasms approached, you arched your back letting out a loud moan as you came around JJ’s cock, feeling him cum as well making him pant and lay his head in the crook of your neck.

Thank god for the pill

JJ waited a bit before pulling out of you, and cuddling into you, he kept his arms around your waist as you massaged his head.

The two of you stayed like that for a while using one of the couch blankets to cover them, JJ lifted his head to look at you “I meant what I said….I really do love you princess…hell I was afraid that you wouldn’t love me back..” he mumbled looking away for a moment “since knowing my family background..” he added “JJ….I don’t care where you come from or your background…I have loved you since 1st grade..and I’ve been waiting for the day you’d say you love me too” you said cupping his cheeks “well….I have loved you since the moment I met you..your entire existence made me love you” JJ said looking at you “I’m utterly in love with you” JJ said and I smiled stupidly “and I love you too JJ maybank..forever and always”.

Met Gala

a/n Right so because I haven't yet recovered from all the strokes I've suffered from seeing that man slaying so hard. Here is something that hopefully will help. Enjoy and as always all the love is so appreciated!🤍✨

summary: very much self explanatory. Pedro and actress!reader attending met gala.

dress references: option one, two and three because like a true woman I can't pick...

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Talk about life-changing experiences. When you auditioned for The Last Of Us, you never truly believed that you could get it. You were a freshly baked actress who had successful shows in the past, but nothing too explosive. People turned their heads towards you when they just came out, and then you were back to being nothing. Fighting for the spotlight was quite something, and even if you never cared for it much, it was still important for you to do justice to the characters you got to play.

So to say that the whole experience that The Last Of Us brought to you was new and unfamiliar would be an understatement. It was your ultimate breakthrough. The opportunities were flooding in from all directions, and most of the time they included much more than just acting. Yet all the background noise aside, this was where you found your second family. People who were way more than just costars or screen buddies. You often joked with Craig that he had ruined acting for you. That no matter where you went and what you did, you would always be missing the crew of The Last Of Us.

"I still think that it's unfair that we are in separate hotel rooms", Pedro said while trying to set his phone up on the table. You two had flown to New York from different locations. Both of you were occupied with your own projects now, meaning that you haven't seen each other in a couple of weeks. The relationship between you two sparked so quickly that within a day of knowing him, it already felt like Pedro had been a lifelong friend. He was one of those people who just radiated happiness and kindness. One of those people you knew was going to leave an imprint on your life.

"If we were in the same room, I doubt we would make it onto the carpet, P", Pedro couldn't see your face fully. Your phone faced the ceiling as you tried to put on some fake lashes. All Pedro got was a glimpse at your hair full of rollers. And even that was enough to make his heart a little more jittery. Pedro had missed you. More than missed you. You two had been together every day while shooting TLOU. Always laughing. Always talking. Renting a different Airbnb to stay in if you stay in the current location for a longer time. Needing that much more than a cold hotel room. That also meant that the dynamic got rather domestic between the two of you. Waking up with you, having breakfast with you, and driving to set together. No matter where or what you did, you were always together, and that was something that ripped at Pedro's heart on a daily basis now that you two had gone your separate ways to do individual projects.

"I will have a migraine before I send him off. All I've been hearing is Y/N this, Y/N that", Coco, Pedro's stylist and one of your friends now, cut in, making Pedro let out an obnoxious gasp. "That is so not true. How dare you!", he exhaled, placing a hand over his chest offensively. But hearing your laugh on the other side of the phone was all he truly needed; Pedro felt his body at ease. "It's okay, P, separation anxiety or not, I still love you", you moved more in the frame, and Pedro instantly caught your eye. Beautiful as ever as you smiled at him. But he just shook his head, keeping up with the character, "You two are working against me today, mean ladies", before you three burst into a laugh together.

"Is Bella driving with you?", you asked once again while still fidgeting through your makeup bag. "No, they will be going earlier on. Want to avoid the chaos that builds when more people come in", you hummed at his answer. Perfectly understanding it, because the amount of paparazzi at the Met Gala was quite literally a sea. Add celebrity after celebrity climbing the infamous stairs, and you have a recipe for the chaos that is filled with endless flashing and screams. So knowing that they would be there before it all went wild eased your nerves slightly. Just deep down, you wished you could do the same thing. Fearing the moment you would have to step out of the car. What if you tripped? What if something broke? What if you messed up?

As if sensing the worry rising within you, Pedro picked up the conversation once again, "Is someone coming with you?". Pedro was worried as well. Not that much for himself, even if he wasn't a huge fan of events so flashy, but for you. Even in The Last Of Us premieres, he had noticed the way your body would run cold, and anxiety threatened to take over. He was always there to subtly bring you back. Give you something to focus on. Whether it was his hand that would rub patterns on your back, his knee that rested against your shaky leg, or his finger reaching out to playful poke your side so he could take your mind off it.

You hummed, "Yeah, Blake said he'd be there just in case", Pedro nodded his head even if you couldn't see it, satisfied with the answer. Blake was your manager and best friend. Pedro got to meet him more than a couple of times and, in all honesty, liked him. It was that extra layer of calmness that lingered, knowing that someone he also trusted would be there. Someone who had been with you through the years and who knew how to handle things if they suddenly got complicated.

"Are you excited?", you took your phone in your hands, getting a closer look at the man who Coco was fussing over. "To see you? Yes", Pedro chirped, and you rolled your eyes instantly. "You're a shameless flirt. I saw that you painted your nails". Pedro quickly showed both of his middle fingers to the camera, quite literally flipping you off. "Oh, thank you, love", you said, laughing as he quickly lowered his hand as he too realized how it looked.

Pedro was about to speak up when someone called out your name, pulling your attention away from the phone. "I'll have to go", you flashed Pedro a sad smile. "They want to tape my titties", "And I'm not getting behind-the-scenes footage?", Pedro leaned in closer, bringing his phone practically to his face as if he somehow was going to get a better look at what your stylist was going to do. "Pedro…", you laughed as you shook your head. "Will I get to see you putting on your pants?", you teased him back. Not wanting to end the call even if the lady was already waiting for you. Pedro only threw you a sheepish smile. "Who said I'm wearing any?", and once again all you could do was let out yet another laugh.

That was two hours ago, yet it seemed more like a lifetime. "Breathe, before I'll have to drag your past-down body up the stairs", Blake joked, noticing how you were running your hands up and down the fabric of your cover before moving to run your fingers over all the different beads and lace layers. "I'm just nervous", you admitted, looking through the car window. Smiling wasn't the hardest part. Most people would probably think that you're ungrateful for not wanting to go. Many would do anything to attend, but you were never a huge fan of being in the spotlight. All eyes on you sounded more like a nightmare than a dream. The thought itself made your body shiver.

"It'll be okay; pose a little and drink a lot", you rolled your eyes at him. You loved having him by your side. Not understanding why most people hate working with their best friends or family. It was such a liberating feeling knowing that you could trust Blake fully and that when you didn't feel like handling some things, he could easily do it without you since, at times, he knew you even better than you did.

Pedro knew that he was going to be there before you. Coco had told him that you were still in the hotel right before their car took off. He wasn't lying when he said that he was excited to see you. Most of his nervousness was centered around that. He knew that nothing had changed between you. If anything, things were okay, but he would have preferred to see you before the event and have a calm moment together instead of being thrown into madness like this.

He posted like he always did. Knowing well how to capture the attention of the crowd. Flipping the cameras a couple of times to show off his nails, just like he had done with you. Time escaped you in moments like this. It was always hard to tell if you'd been standing in front of the flashing lights for ten minutes or an hour. Your brain only focused on angles and poses, but then the shouting at the bottom of the stairs caught his attention.

Pedro turned to look to the side as you moved to step out of the car. He was sure that people were going to have a blast looking at his reaction afterward, but he couldn't help but look. You two purposely hid your outfits from each other. Well, at the start, you had thought about going matching and even doing the same designer, but you quickly realized that it might raise too many speculations. Pedro couldn't help but smile a proud smile as he watched you glide through the carpet. A goddess. That's what you were in his eyes. No one could come close to you, and sure, you could call him biased, but to him, you were the most beautiful female here tonight.

"Get pictures of Y/N; that's the real diamond of the night", he shouted, moving both of his arms to show you. Making you snap your head toward him. Your cool posing face was quickly replaced by a shy smile as you bit your lip. Of course, he was having a blast showing you off. "Mesmerized and speechless", he muttered to you when you were almost within reach. "Hello, daddy", you whispered as he took hold of your hand, guiding you up the steps leading to him. Pedro tilted his head laughing, saying, "Hello to you, mama". You doubted that you were thinking straight. He looked so good. The slick-back hair. The red color. You were an advocate that pink was the color Pedro owned, but red… Something about the red made all the systems shut down for a split second.

"I understand now why this was hidden from me", Pedro said, moving a step back from you so he could take your whole outfit in. He shook his head, almost in disbelief. "Don't", you warned him, trying to keep a smile off your face. This man knew how to get under your skin. He had made you redder than a tomato, even on set. Complimenting you even if you were in nothing but a baggy shirt with your hair messily pulled back. "Especially when you rolled up looking like this", you glanced down at the black shorts that he was rocking. "Where was my warning that the slutty knee was going to be on display?", but Pedro didn't say anything as he grinned, stepping alongside you. Pulling your body closer to his. His arm curled around your torso. Firmly pressing into the central boning of your dress. You could feel the warmth from his palm seeping into your tummy. He was standing just slightly behind you, but you could still see his outfit.

People were going crazy, and keeping a straight face while you posed was getting harder, especially when all you could hear were people screaming your names as an occasional they look like a couple, they must be dating. Are you together? Are you in love? Flouted around. Oh, he was going to drive you insane, and he knew it. Enjoying every single moment of it.

And even if it seemed almost impossible, Pedro stepped even closer to you and leaned in, pressing a kiss on your exposed shoulder. Your body froze for a moment. The butterflies burst inside you. If you weren't red by now, this definitely send you over the edge. You two were supposed to keep it chill. Not to bring too many eyes your way, but this man had other thoughts. Ever since the production started, people have been talking that the chemistry between you seemed way too good to just be acting. That the touches you two shared or the looks that lingered had to be a disguise for something. But then it would all mellow down as Pedro would be seen as a loving father figure to Bella or Nico. You had to find a balance. A light kiss could be brushed off as a sign of mutual respect. I don't know… mutual something?

But no… At that moment, it seemed like only you were thinking about everyone else's opinions. Pedro kissed your shoulder once before leaning back in to brush at least a couple more feather-like kisses along your skin. "Pedro", you muttered. Moving your hand to rest on his leg, you said, "You'll get us in trouble, you little shit". Your fingertips just about reached the exposed skin of his thigh as you grazed your nails over it. Pedro let out a muffled growl, "And you care?".

You shook your head as a laugh escaped your lips. The PR team was going to rip both of your heads off tomorrow; you were sure of it. But feeling him so close felt good. The smell of him. The way you could feel his breath on your skin. You moved to look up at Pedro, his body reacting to your movements as he lowered his gaze. Your eyes met, and for a heartbeat, you couldn't hear anything; it was just him and you. Pedro leaned in to place a kiss on your temple, and the crowd of paparazzi exploded. There wasn't a second when not even one camera wasn't going off. People were trying to surround you and get pictures of you two from all the different angles.

The screams pierced through your ears, making you take a light step back into Pedro. One of the photographs got way too close, and when the flash finally snapped, you quickly turned your head away from them, shifting towards Pedro's chest. He was quick to lift his palm to cover your eyes as an initial reaction before he stepped in front of you, shielding your body with his. You gave him a little smile as you blinked a couple of times, trying to get the stinging feeling to go away.

"You're okay?", he asked softly, his arms not letting go of your body as he looked around trying to find Blake. He nodded at him the moment he noticed the male approaching. "I'm fine, thank you", you knew that you needed to finish with the pictures and just go up, but being exposed to them all was the last thing on your wishlist. "Come on, let's get…", Pedro was ready to just walk you up, but you quickly took his hand into yours. "Smile", you mumbled quietly as you stepped from behind him, refueling the chaos once more, but this was just how these things worked, and you had to pull through even if you could tell that Pedro was silently fighting this decision you had chosen.

Your hands were trembling when you finally made it up. You had close to no recollection of what you talked about in the handful of interviews that you had. Just thankful to be in a little, private area away from all of the people now, even if you could still hear them all shouting. Not many people lingered here, and for that, you were thankful. Closing your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself a chance to breathe.

"You are too stubborn for your good", you slowly opened your eyes, catching a glimpse of Pedro standing in front of you with a glass of water in hand. "No bubbles?", you joked as you place the glass to your lips. "So your heart would explode and I'd be the main suspect? No, thank you", Pedro shook his head, urging you to drink some more. "Careful, Javier Pena just jumped out", you teased him, and Pedro nudged your shoulder playfully.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?", he asked you, carefully moving to push a strand of hair behind your ear. You wished your body wasn't as responsive as you felt yet another shiver slip past you. "I think you showed it, detective", you said, tilting your head to the side. Pedro read it as an invitation to press a kiss on your shoulders again. This time, however, he took his time, knowing that the corner he had chosen was far enough for you to stay out of sight. It was like he was painting a picture on your skin, the pattern snaking from shoulder to neck, right behind your ear. You desperately want to run your hands through his hair, but you know that if you messed with it, there would be no going back, so you gently place your hand on the back of his neck. Scraping your nails gently.

"We can't", you remind him, yet you don't pull away. Quite the opposite, bringing him even closer. "I haven't seen my girlfriend in two weeks", Pedro reminded you bluntly, hands now firmly holding onto your waist. "Tiny detail. They don't know you have a girlfriend". The lines had been blurry between the two of you from the start. There was a lot of respect there. Before more romantic scenes, you would always sit down and talk about each other's boundaries. Things one and the other were comfortable doing and not. The communication between the two of you was like no other. It was easy. It was comfortable. It made you feel safe. So when you fell into bed together after a particularly steamy shoot, it didn't surprise you all too much. But even that felt right, and after long conversations, you decided to give it a go. You both had some shit experiences with your past relationships, which made you both pretty weary of long-term commitment, but you were willing to give it a chance, and that was all that mattered.

That had been going on for six months now, and no one besides your managers knew. It was odd telling them even before you told your families, but you needed to have a damage control system ready to go off the moment something slipped up or too many speculations started to linger. And it wasn't that you were scared of people's reactions. Most of them wanted you married already, not to mention the need for you to have kids and finally make Pedro a real daddy. It was all sweet, but you two wanted to do this for yourselves. To enjoy the time together without anyone and their mother trying to dig through your lives and write endless amounts of articles about every move you too took together.

"We need to find Bella", you muttered, pushing lightly onto Pedro's chest. Knowing that you needed to stop him before he lost his cool and you would have to walk around with freshly formed hickeys. Pedro rested his forehead on your shoulder and said, "I asked Blake to look for her", "Well, that makes sense why he's not here, huh", Pedro let out a chuckle even if he shrugged his shoulders, trying to appear innocent.

You quickly smoothed down his coat, straightened his black tie, and pulled at the edges of his shorts. "Alright there, trying to get my pants off so quickly", he said, and you pinched his leg playfully, making him step away from you. "Watch it, Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal or we might just sleep in separate rooms tonight", you said, pointing a warning finger at him. But Pedro didn't seem to feel threatened, as he wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling it closer to him so he could kiss the tip of your finger.

"We both know you won't take away my pleasure of taking that boobie tape off you", that was enough to send you into another fit of laughter. You had no clue why that thing mesmerized him so much, but there hasn't been a time since you started dating him that he hasn't participated in that procedure. "You, sir, are so weird", standing up, and fixing up your clothes, you tugged at the top of your dress to feel a bit more comfortable, "Sure, but you love me, so who are we fooling?", Pedro offered you his hand, which you gladly took, leaning closer into him. "Let's go find our kid before I go grey from all the worrying".

YALL CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE NEW EPISODE OF THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY COZ GOD DAMN!!!!!!

Spoilers don’t read if you don’t want any

THE WAY JEREMIAH HELD BELLYS NECK WHILE THEY KISSED OOOOHHHH DAMN

suck it up Conrad it’s Jeremiah’s turn ✌️

Steve and Taylor?! MY BABIES!!!!!!

okay aunt Julia ain’t that bad….judged to fast 😂

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO SNL FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL IMAGE

LIKE GOD DAMN!!! 🤭🤭😫😫😫😳😳😇💍💍💍💍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

He’s just so adorable 😭

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Fandoms I write for and characters:

Marvel-

Bucky Barnes

Natasha romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Steve rogers

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The Walking Dead-

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

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Supernatural-

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Castiel

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The Vampire Diaries-

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Elijah mikaelson

Kol mikaelson

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The last of us-

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

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OBX-

JJ maybank