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strawberrystepmom · 3 months ago

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jotaro x f!reader. going to a wedding is hard when you run into your ex who isn't quite your ex. | divider by @cafekitsune, wc 2k

cw alcohol consumption, implied age gap (reader is in her late 20s/30s and jotaro is in his 40s/50s), implied unhealthy relationship.

You feel like a fish out of water.

This would be a hilarious joke for you, marine biologist, to make if anxiety weren’t currently making every inch of your skin crawl. In search of another glass of champagne, you exhale your relief when a tray is walked right past you. A glass is plucked off, carefully, and situated between your fingers so that you can take a moment to assess the situation.

This isn’t even the first wedding you’ve been to within the last six months. Unfortunately, it is the first where you may accidentally run into a man you’ve been hoping to avoid as much as possible.

Jotaro.

Just the thought of his name makes that itchy feeling return.

You pinch the underside of your right wrist with your left fingers, reminding yourself to keep it cool and together. There’s no guarantee he’ll even be here, perpetual flake that he is. This is a wonderful opportunity for you to reconnect with your former research lab interns, now professionals either working in the field or furthering their education.

Like clockwork, one of them approaches you. You remember him as Alexander though he told you many times to call him Alex, a boyish young man with deeply tanned skin and hair that you’re certain he gets professionally permed to give him a beachy and easy going appearance.

“Hey doc!”

Smiling, you nod. Last year was your first postdoc, although you still find yourself uncertain if academia is for you or not. You’re still in your lab this year, sticking close to the place you’ve made your home. At least for now.

“Hey, kid. It’s good to see you.”

Pleasantries are exchanged, the two of you idly chatting about what has happened since the last time you saw each other. His life is far more exciting than yours, doing his time at the Speedwagon Research Station in Newfoundland just as you did yourself nearly a decade ago. Time passes so quickly even if little changes it leaves you breathless but you drown the anxiety with another sip, allowing the talkative young man to take the conversational lead.

“You know, all of us assumed last year that you two were, like, secretly married and just didn’t want anyone to know.”

Your former intern laughs, a jovial lopsided grin on his face. He did a lot of that over a year ago too, mostly at your goofy jokes or whatever playlist you picked for light lab days that would make your program co-head shake his head and silently return to his reports, a hint of a smile across his lips. Things felt good back then. Stable, at the very least. The lab was full of life, you and Dr. Kujo worked in tandem verifying research and giving advice to kids who someday hoped to do the same things the two of you have been able to do.

It sucks you haven’t heard much from Jotaro since then but hey, you understand that life happens. Always cool, always rolling with the punches, conveniently blocking out that your mattress has a permanent indentation in his shape now.

“We used to refer to you colloquially as the doctors Kujo.”

The smile you give him back doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s polite, curving just enough to show your teeth to seem less tense. You’ve perfected this smile over years of schmoozing for grants and an audience to your research alike and only reach for it when completely necessary. There’s only one person who can tell the difference between your fake smiles and your real ones anyway.

You hope his flight got delayed while tossing your head back.

“It has never really been like that between us.” That smile fades as quickly as it appeared. Lifting your champagne glass, you take a quick sip and raise your eyebrows. Smacking your lips together, appreciating the acidic bubbles over your tongue, you raise the glass halfway and nod your head.

“It’s just me, myself, and I most of the time. Tonight especially.”

The trainee turned apparent Lothario leans in toward you, that lopsided grin becoming something a little more flirtatious. You picked up on these vibes when it was definitely inappropriate and politely warded him off back then.

“So you’re single right now, eh doc?”

Now, though, you fight the urge to indulge him just to assuage your loneliness.

The difference in age between the two of you is significantly less than the gap between yourself and Jotaro. Shame simmers in your stomach while you honestly contemplate giving this bright eyed man a chance. Maybe he could make you feel wanted or needed or beautiful even, just for the evening until he heads back to where his current research has taken him in the morning.

Pathetic.

Sipping from your glass again, you shrug, washing away the words that are on your tongue. Flirting back would be a cruel thing to do to him anyway when you’ll never mean it, your heart forever stuck on one man. The energy behind you shifts and you feel a gaze on your back, a familiar voice speaking from over your shoulder.

“Give it a rest, Alex.”

Your trainee beams and looks up, up, up over your shoulder, tempting you to do the same. Turning to the side, you look up and away as quickly as you spot him. The salt and pepper sides of his hair are slicked back and his face is as unaffected as ever, aquamarine eyes flicking from the bare skin of your shoulder to the twenty something year old man across from you.

“Dr. Kujo! I was wondering when we’d bump into each other.”

The younger man holds out his hand to shake and the older one takes it. You allow the distraction to give you time to get a good look at the proverbial ghost that haunts your every dream, in disbelief that he’s real and here.

He looks amazing. That barrel chest is encased in a perfectly fitted button down shirt, his wavy hair is completely off of his face; the lines around his eyes look deeper, maybe he’s been smiling more, and you ignore the sting in the middle of your chest imagining someone else is doing that for him.

Do you even have a right to feel that way?

The conversation around you fades and you’re only acutely aware Alex is departing, holding your hand up to offer a small wiggly fingered wave and wishing him a good time. It’s just the two of you now. Jotaro wastes no time collecting your empty glass, letting it dangle from his fingers while an attendant breezes by with another tray full of them. He carefully grabs one, pinching the stem delicately, and hands it to you.

“Think he may still have that, what did you call it last year? Puppy dog crush?”

Despite yourself, you laugh. Accepting the glass with a polite nod, you don’t bother to think before you speak.

“You’re twice his age, Jotaro. Act like it.” Rolling your eyes, you sip from your champagne. You’ll need about four more glasses to protect your good time tonight, especially if Jotaro is hell bent on going down memory lane but you play along. “Besides, a year isn’t that long depending on who you ask. He didn’t forget about me.” Casting him a sidelong glance, your mouth falls into an unimpressed line. “Unlike some people.”

“Is that what you think?” He asks, face impassive as ever despite the offended lilt in his tone.

How could you possibly think anything different? Eight months ago he kissed you goodbye in the apartment you had one month left leasing, telling you he’d see you later. Between then and now you’ve moved, started another term with fresh interns, and grieved. Sometimes silently, pensive and alone staring at your hands and your journal wondering when it will stop hurting. Sometimes loudly, bitching to your friend on the phone about how impossible and fake it feels to move on when nobody you go on dates with makes you feel the same way he does.

All you do is sigh, looking over his shoulder at the guests you do not know passing quietly, unaware. You could walk away to your assigned seat but you know his assignment is right next to yours, the neatly folded place card warning you for his pending arrival. Naively you assumed he’d leave you alone. Not that you wanted him to but you hoped he had sense enough to stay away.

“Answer my question.”

It’s hard to tell who is really lacking sense here. You giggle, a bit hollow and humorless.

“I never know what to think but regardless I’m happy you made it. Have you seen Maddie and Ben yet?”

The bride and groom, the pair that was brought together in this holy matrimony thanks to their time spent as your interns. You watched them blossom before your eyes and even told Jotaro you imagined that they’d end up together someday, happy, studying rocks and plankton and water temperatures. Having little babies they’ll eventually take to the beach, leaving nothing but footprints and giggles behind.

A life you used to idealistically imagine for yourself but have outgrown. You’ve never really been the type for marriage and family, a reminder popping your dreams like a needle to a balloon when you steal another glance at Jotaro’s profile.

He leans in closer to you, nodding, eyes dipping to look at your quickly disappearing drink. “Yeah, they look happy. I’m surprised it took them this long to make it here, they seemed really eager to get to the…you know.”

An honest to God laugh leaves you, for the first time since you can remember. It takes all you have not to double over with laughter at this grown man in particular suddenly censoring himself around you.

“You can say fuck, Jojo. It’s nothing I haven’t heard or done with you before.”

The return of the old nickname, one he confided in you years ago makes him feel at home, tells him that you aren’t so angry he can’t fix things. Your body language speaks volumes, fully turned toward him with a little smile on your face. Perhaps nothing was even broken to begin with. Aside from the little hairline fractures on your heart that heal themselves each second he spends looking down at you, eyes shining like the waters you both love so much.

“Okay then.” Jotaro dips his face, hiding a smile of his own lest anyone see it and forget he’s a big, mean, scary man. He bows low enough that his head naturally rests just above your ear, chin tickling the side of your head.

“They seemed really eager to fuck back then.”

Another laugh and you grab his bicep, wrapping your hand around it to balance yourself. His hand falls naturally to your waist and the two of you are once again existing in a world made just for lovers, void of sound and sight despite two pairs of eyes on you from across the ballroom that has been transformed into a reception space.

“I’m not gonna lie dude, I still think they’re married. They definitely arrived separately to keep it a secret.” Alex leans in to another one of your former interns, an unimpressed looking young woman who leans to the side to catch the two of you actively speaking.

Your hands move a mile a minute, Jotaro watches every single twitch and movement. She swoons, laughing to herself but turning her smile toward the man next to her.

“I used to think you were making shit up but honestly, you’re right.” She nods, wrapping one of her arms around his extended one. “Only people who were made for each other behave like that.”

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #kendall writes #jotaken #laflidjsfasjflaskdjfkdsja im just trying to post all this stuff rn im sorry

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pinkyqil · 6 months ago

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Braids and shades // salma paralluelo x r

Summary : you and salma have a beach day while you also help her take out her braids in the sunny shades ⛱

Warning : slight cursing

A/n : cheers to more annoying gf salma I honestly love writing these especially when it beach theme like who doesn't love salma and beaches together so here's another one I'm also doing a 3 player prompt so feel free to send in a player, prompt and location like this one anyway hope y'all enjoy this small blurb and as always feedbacks are appreciated 💗

PART1

Today was on of those days where yours and salma off days macht.

meaning you both could spend the whole day together without one of you having a busy schedule and not begin able to make it to any of your plans or having to leave mid-date. today would be very different as you both had a three days off that ended up matching both your schedule.

Excitement filled both you and salma has you both already planned what to do together.

a divider date where one person planes the beginning while the other planes the rest. You've already done your part in planning the first half which consisted of surprising salma with breakfast in bed which was rare as she always had to be up bright and early for training making it impossible. But today she slept over her alarm making it easy for for you except the part you had to get out of her giant grip without her noticing which happened successfully.

After that you both got ready for your massage appointment that you booked knowing well she needed it having complained about random cramps that felt after heavy training or game days.

The next few hours had been filled with shopping and sneaky kisses, like helping salma look for some pants that she's been wanting to get. and some Xbox games she wanted to get so she and vicky could play with it when she comes over, getting sweet treats and some makeup and other products you both needed around your shared apartment.

that would be the your part of the divider date that you planned. now it was salma trun for the other half of the date.

"So where are we going that you got our suitcases packed with three different four different bikini placed on our bed". you asked her ?.

"You just gotta wait til we arrive there".she told you before leaving a kiss on your lips.

grabbing your hand leading you into the car before placing the location onto GPS so you know where too drive. Salma was passenger princess as she doesn't know how to drive and hasn't gotten her drivers license.this woman would rather run to her destination than drive which you found funny and would tease her about it.

You've almost arrived at the place the GPS was leading you into until you where able to see somewhat of a beachy report.

"You did not just book us to one of these beach resort did you". you asked her with a smile on your face

"I may have known that I'll days off would macht and decided to book here I know how the beach is one your favorite places and the offer was too good to miss". she told you

This would be one of salma best qualities that you loved about her when she does stuff for you without you knowing or asking.

Once you both managed to get everything done and head to the beach.salam had asked if you could help her take out her braids while you both chill out for the rest of the day which you obliged to do.

You both found a spot under the beautiful beach shades and decided to lay there and that when you started getting rid of her braids one by one which took time as you we're used to taking out yours and hers time to time. you'd finally finish taking out her braids and one thing you admire about salma was when her curly where out it made her look like some type of goddess especially with the hight and small waist she has.

you loved this woman down bad and would do anything for her.

this day had to be the best day ever enjoy half the day with the love of your life while finishing it off a the beach with a beautiful sunset.

And it couldn't have been done without a small makeout session with the sunset right behind you both.

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gyllenhaalstories · 1 year ago

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COME ON BARBIE, LET'S GO PARTY! — JAKE 💗

summary: you are invited to a barbie themed party and you both dressed the part. don't you worry, jake brought all his kenergy!

warnings: alcohol, curse words, smut (teasing in public, praise kink, butt plug, masturbation, spit play, penetration & double penetration, pussy eating, improper usage of an innocent lollipop). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2730

photos credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories & @/margoterobbies (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i'm too many months late to the barbie hype but i couldn't help it. another year, another halloween themed fic! 🍭 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"Looking good, Barbie!" Jake winked, opening the door of the bubblegum-pink Corvette for you.

"Thanks, Ken!" You got out of the car, with Jake closing the passenger door behind you. You took one more glance at the vintage car and blinked forcefully. "All the pink... It's blinding."

"Come on, do you know how much trouble I went through to find that car? Jake leaned on the silver frame of the windshield. "Surprisingly, not much trouble at all. For some reason, it seemed like everyone went on a spray painting frenzy since the movie came out."

"Yeah, I bet." You rolled your eyes at him and you leaned forward to fix check on your pink gloss in the reflection of the side-view mirror. You popped your lips audibly when you finished. When you stood up straight again, Jake smiled at you from ear to ear.

He kissed your cheek and wrapped his arm around your waist, careful not to wrinkle your pink and white plaid dress similar to one of the costumes in the movie. He guided you through the parking lot, in direction of the large hotel where the party was taking place.

You frowned, looking at both of your outfits. Jake looked like bubblegum and you looked almost as pink as him — he won that game with the help of the afternoon sun that gave him warm, rosy cheeks. "Do you think we went too hard?" The two of you had watched the movie an absurd amount of times to prepare for this party, and you wondered for a moment if you had gotten too far.

Jake scoffed and shook his head. "What makes you think that? There's never too much pink." He tightened his arm around your waist and squeezed you against his hip. "Right? Never too much."

You caught a glimpse of his wink and understood the intention behind his words. "Yeah, right." You chuckled, earning another tight squeeze against him.

"You good? Everything's alright?" His voice took a serious tone. He looked into your eyes to make sure of your sincerity.

"Everything's peachy!" You leaned closer to give him an air kiss, adamant on not ruining your makeup so soon into the party.

"Don't you mean beachy?" His eyebrows wiggled on his forehead, Jake was proud of his reference. "I'm doing too much, got it." He nodded one time, firmly.

You placed your hand on his cheek and stroked his skin lovingly. "You are Kenough."

He smiled at you again. "Now, come on, Barbie!" He held the heavy glass door open for you, bowing before you as you walked inside the hotel. "Let's go party!"

*~*~*

The Barbie themed Halloween party was... So cool. Pink everywhere, pink everything. You guys had definitely dressed the part. You could safely admit, with all the modesty and humility in the world, that you looked better than most of the guests. It was mostly due to the amount of fun that the two of you were having.

Jake and you did a whole lot of singing (while poorly remembering the lyrics) and dancing (while poorly remembering the choreography). All you needed was a a couple of martini glasses filled with the potentially spiked pink fruit punch paired with a swirly straw and you were having the time of your life at this party.

Over and over again, the songs from the soundtrack would make the walls vibrate. You felt bad for the guests upstairs, but you figured that most of the occupants of the rooms were already attending the party anyway. You hung out with some familiar people and also strangers you would undoubtedly forget about tomorrow when you wake up. Hours went by in a blink of an eye.

The longer the party lasted, the harder it was to get Jake off of you. He was getting all sorts of touchy-feely and he made you feel like the most beautiful doll in the world. He pulled you close to him, held your hand tightly, kissed whatever part of exposed skin he could reach, squeezed (and slapped) your ass when he thought people were not paying too much attention. He kept telling you how pretty you were and how he was the luckiest Ken in the room.

You finally gave in to his tactics, there was only so much affection and praise you could handle without getting butterflies in your stomach and experiencing that shaky feeling in your knees. "One more."

"One more what?" Jake whined, he kissed your cheek then down to your neck. He hummed at the sweet smell of the vanilla perfume you got just for the occasion.

"One more song and then we're leaving." You raised your pinky finger, your nail was shiny and painted bubblegum pink.

He hooked his pinky finger with yours, sealing the promise. "One more. After that, I'm dragging you out of here."

"I don't wanna leave Barbieland! But... Fine." You kissed his lips lightly and you let the music travel through your body and guide you back to the middle of the room. All Barbies to the dancefloor of the blowout party.

For what could very possibly be the thousandth time that night, Dance the Night started to play and it only took the first verse for Jake to join you on the dancefloor again. Other people tagged along and drunkenly tried to recreate a scene out of the choreography. It was just... So cool!

*~*~*

You unwrapped a lollipop and put in your mouth while Jake unlocked the door of the hotel suite. As soon as his hands were free, and while he pushed the door open by walking backwards, they were back on your body.

In fact, Jake’s hands barely left you at all from when you exited the party venue to that very moment. There was so much touching, caressing and groping, he was failing miserably at hiding how much he wanted you. Now with your mouth occupied by the candy, Jake focused his kisses on your neck rather than your lips.

You threw your head back, giving him all the space he desired to leave open mouthed kisses over your neck and the exposed part of your chest.

He roughly groped your ass, squeezing your skin and massaging it. He repeated this routine over and over again. All of that caused you to flinch, a small moan escaped your mouth once you pulled the candy out of your mouth. “You really like it, huh?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” Jake smiled at you and gave you a quick wink before he kissed your lips. They tasted of strawberry, and so did your mouth that he explored with his tongue. His hands were still on your ass, he was pressing his body firmly against yours to bring you impossibly closer. “You gotta wear it more often.”

“That can be arranged.” You winked back at him.

"Good girl." He told you as he pushed you in the direction of the massive bed.

You blinked and your back hit the duvet. You blinked again and Jake was pulling on your ankles and dragging you to the edge of the bed.

He leaned down to kiss you before you had time to put the lollipop back in your mouth. Once you were distracted, he stole the candy from you and claimed it as his. The stick poked out of his mouth while you pouted at him. "What?"

"It's my lollipop, I want it back!" You barely had time to finish your sentence before he kissed you again.

"Oh, you want it back?" For a moment, you believed he would bite the candy and eat it all on his own. Instead, he flipped your skirt up over your stomach and slid your panties off before you could say anything.

You watched him as he trailed kisses from your right knee, along your thigh and all the way up to your lower stomach. If he had not been in such a hurry to touch you, he would have given the same treatment to your other leg. Even in the dimly lit hotel room, you could see the gears turning in his head and he did not seem interested in wasting any more time.

He pushed on your inner thighs, forcing your legs open for him and exposing your pussy to his lustful gaze. He swiped his thumb over your wet pussy lips and hummed in satisfaction to how you coated his skin. Jake dragged his thumb down and instructed you to open your legs as wide as you could. A pink sparkle caught his eyes, he moaned along with you as he pushed on the jewel plug that was in your ass. "So fucking pretty."

You sighed loudly while Jake gently tugged on the plug. You closed your eyes for several seconds and focused on how your body reacted to the movement. Jake's groping had felt nice, but this was even better.

"Still thinking about the candy?" Jake slurred his words with the lollipop stuck inside his cheek. You giggled and shook your head no as an answer. "That sucks, because I sure as hell am."

You squinted in confusion. Quickly, your thoughts started to process what he had in mind.

He popped the candy out of his mouth and locked eyes with you. You both giggled when he went down on his knees with a loud groan. But you stopped laughing when you saw that the lollipop was approaching dangerously close to your pussy. He had one mischievous eyebrow arched on his forehead when the candy touched you. He dragged in across your folds the same way he had done it with his thumb earlier. The lollipop glistened with your juices already.

You had raised your upper body on your elbows, and you threw your head back in pleasure when he pushed the candy inside of you.

He did it slowly, just enough to get the sphere of sugar inside of your clenching walls. Just like he did with the plug, he pulled and pushed on it to fuck you with the lollipop. Jake's tongue lapped at your folds, taking multiple breaks to tell you that you tasted "So fuckin' sweet for him." He sucked on your clit and pulled more euphoric sounds out of you.

You encouraged him to keep going by the way your body moved against his mouth, and his hand. He used his free hand to toy with the butt plug and mess up with your mind with the blissful sensation of both of your holes were being fucked at the same time.

It seemed as though he did not know what to do, what to focus on. The sight and the taste of you were driving him insane. He abandoned the plug and the lollipop stick, leaving them both untouched inside of you so that he could unbutton his shorts and pull his clothes down to free his hard cock. Jake jerked off with his dominant hand and used his other one to keep moving the candy inside you. It was already creating a sticky, wet mess on the bed and he could not care less.

With the way his tongue worked on your clit, your orgasm took no time to arrive. And you struggled a lot. You struggled to keep your legs open, you could barely fight the urge to close them around his head (he had no complaints about that). You struggled to hold back your sweet noises and the loud screaming of his name (he had no complaints about that either, but the neighbours in the hotel suite next to yours might beg to differ). More importantly, you struggled to hold back and not let the pleasure snap.

Jake was not helping you either. He was grunting and moaning against your pussy, devouring you like you were the best thing he had ever tasted. His body moved, too, from how good his hand felt around his throbbing cock. He took a break from eating you out to spit on his hand, lubricating it so that it moved more easily on his length.

That break was just long enough to let you catch your breath and prepare for what was coming next.

Jake was pumping the lollipop in and out of you. You could feel your other hole clench around the plug. And you arched your back as your orgasm hit you. The pleasure was sweet, but strong. It had you covering your face as you chuckled, the waves of ecstasy still rushing through your body. All of that because of a stupid lollipop (and your boyfriend's exquisite pussy eating skills).

Oh, Jake was not done with you. Once you calmed down and once the walls of your pussy relaxed, he pulled out the candy. It was dripping, it looked delicious. Without any hesitation, he put it back in his mouth and he rolled his eyes at how much he was enjoying the taste. And, again without hesitation, he stood up by the edge of the bed and positioned himself so that he could use your sensitive pussy to jerk off.

His cock rubbed on your puffy pussy lips and bumped on your clit, making you pant and struggle to keep your eyes open so you could watch him as he was reaching closer to his own release. "You're so hot." You mumbled when his eyes locked with yours.

"You're fucking hot." He smiled at you. The stick of the lollipop moved as his face contorted with pleasure. It took a few more thrusts of his hips, a few more seconds to enjoy your wet pussy, and he started to cum. He wrapped his hand around his cock and used his other hand to push your leg further open so he could paint your pussy with his cum.

Ropes of white completed the mess that was your core and his grunts sounded so delicious that you moaned along with him.

Jake’s cock was throbbing, bopping up and down in the air as he emptied all of his seed on you. His stomach rose and fell back down while he, too, tried to catch his breath. He pulled the candy out of his mouth and he chuckled with you at how intense all of this was.

You frowned when you noticed that he was smirking. A cartoonish light bulb appeared above his head. “Uh oh.” You clicked your tongue, faking to be concerned. “Do I really want know what you’re thinking about?”

Jake wiggled his eyebrows and shrugged at you. His eyes looked into yours, then down at your pussy, then back up at to your face again. “You already know I’m gonna do it anyway.” And with that, he surrendered to his impulsive thought and dipped the lollipop in the mess of yours and his juices. He swirled it a bit and brought it up, slowly, to your mouth.

With your eyes locked with his intense gaze, you parted your lips open. He gave you a taste of the mess the two of you had made and he was more than happy to see you smile as you sucked on the candy.

Jake helped you scoot further on the bed so that he, too, could have space to climb on it with you. You tapped the space next to yours, but he ignored your invitation.

Instead, he found a comfortable position and laid down between your legs with his mouth just inches away from your pussy. He stuck out his tongue, flat, and licked a long strand, from the jewel plug all the way to your clit on which he pressed a kiss. “I’m gonna clean you up now,” he announced, as if you could not have guessed it on your own. “But after that we’re gonna take a shower,” he added another long lick on your pussy. “And after that we’re gonna keep this party going.” He swallowed what he collected with his tongue. “How do you feel about going for a ride?”

You relaxed on the plush bed and savoured the feeling of Jake’s mouth on you. You nodded frantically, answering his question, and you felt his lips curl into a grin against your core.

You both exchanged another wave of laughter that was interrupted by Jake playing with your plug again. “Do you think they make those in the shape of a lollipop?”

#jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal

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recurscs · 2 months ago

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╰ 6 beachy inspired & aesthetic dividers. ╰ 540x67 size. ╰ you don’t need to give credit when using but it’d be cute if you do. ╰ don’t repost or claim as your own. ╰ like & reblog if you like them <3. ╰ dividers under the read more.

CUTE DIVIDERS REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

#allresources #rpc #rph #rpt #dividers #mine #aesthetic dividers #m:divider

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exquisiteserotonin · 1 year ago

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Stargazin'

I'm just gonna go out and say it: it's Friday and we're feral

Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: ~1.9K

Summary: An unexpected suprise is waiting for you when you get home. Will these two crazy kids ever admit that they're crazy for each other?

Warnings: Oral sex (m!receiving) PiV sex, riding, cheesy jokes (it's Dieter, come on!) --- like I've said before, my fic is not for youngsters, please do not engage if you are not 18+

A/N: This all came about after seeing a certain person with a sparkly accessory.

Divider by @cafekitsune

And as always so much love for my magical sluts at the Juice Collective! @basicoccult @imalrightllama @legendary-pink-dot @pink-whiskey-woman @sparklefarts38 @redhotkitchen @youandmeand5bucks @arcanefox207

“You’ve been over at that guy’s house almost every day last week,” Alex said through the Bluetooth speaker in your car. “What was his name again? The one who lives across the street from El Rey.”

“Pedro,” you responded with a giggle, thinking about how his thick cock filled you, “I mean he’s a good fuck.”

“Sounds like it’s getting pretty serious.”

“Eh,” you replied, suddenly feeling almost guilty at having anything negative to say about getting fucked on a regular basis.

“Uh oh, did your red flag radar go off?”

“There’s just something a little shady there,” you added as you clicked your tongue against your teeth, “and called me old fashioned, but I like my fuck buddies to be transparent.”

“You mean like Di---,” she started as you took a right turn uphill towards your street.

“Don’t start!” you said, your voice darting out like an arrow. “Hey, I’m almost by my house, I’ll call you later.”

You ended the call as you turned into the driveway of your beachy bungalow. The bright afternoon sun danced against the rhythmic sway of the shade trees in your front yard. An instant feeling of calm met you once you unlocked and walked through the front door of your home. The mix of the golden light, the warm neutrals of your decor, and your beloved plants placed with intention alongside windows and in the corners of each room all came together as your personal sanctuary.

Muscle memory led you to your bedroom and your feeling of peace left you with a gasp at the sight before you.

“Howdy.”

Dieter greeted you with a low, flirty growl as he affected a Texas drawl. He lay in your king size bed, naked, with his legs sprawled out, a sparkly, silver cowboy hat covered his cock, like a glimmering bow atop a present. His hands were resting behind his head as he looked at you with a libidinous smirk shining through his stubble which had grown longer since last you saw him. As much as you fought against it, you found yourself biting your bottom lip.

“What do you have under that hat, cowboy?”

Dieter pushed himself up by the elbows, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. The sunlight that floated in through the blinds lit his golden skin with a perfect combination of light and shadow. A heat grew inside you as you marveled at how it defined the obvious muscles that had emerged since you had last seen him.

Fuck, he’s been working out.

“Well ma’am,” Dieter continued, his accent was so sweet it was as though he’d dipped his tongue in tupelo honey, “why don’t you mosey on over here and find out?”

It was like he was pulling you into some kind of metaphysical trance as he leaned up one inch more, emphasizing his belly. Though noticeably slimmer, it remained endearingly soft.

With wicked intentionality, he adjusted the shimmering hat and bucked his hips. Every movement he made had your skin tingling from each strand of hair on your head through every inch of your body to your toes. The worst thing about him knowing you so well was that he knew exactly what to do to drive you absolutely insane. And with one more wink and a scrunch of his nose, he beckoned you to him.

“You’re a fucking menace,” you said, trying to hide your smile.

“C’mere and I’ll show you just how much of a menace I can be,” he hissed, his tongue taking a small peek from behind his smile.

It was hard for you to imagine who might deny Dieter, knowing that there was an 8-inch cock waiting for you underneath that obnoxiously loud, silver cowboy hat. Whoever that might be, it certainly wasn’t you.

You had discarded all but your bralette and panties as you began to crawl on the bed towards him. The muscles in his calves were solid and defined, you noticed, as you knelt between his spread legs massaging your hands up their length. The hairs on them tingled with a wave of raised goosebumps at your touch. With one hand you removed the only physical accessory that prevented him from being bare and unfurled for you.

“You know what they say,” Dieter tempted you with a roll of his tongue, “save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

A loud, warm laugh echoed from the depths of your belly. Any other man would have been threatened and immediately lost his hard on from your laughter, but not Dieter. You took the hat off his dick placing atop your head as he laughed with you. His chest and belly rumbled, his laugh echoing out wildly and boisterously with yours while his cock still twitched. Reaching for his forearms and pulling him towards you, you interlaced your fingers in his. The smile you wore on your face before you kissed him was so big that your cheeks hurt.

“Well cowboy, I’m going to ride this cock,” you hushed him as you lowered your lips to his glistening cock, “but first…”

Gripping him first with a gentle hold of your right hand, you pulled back his foreskin and caressed your lips and circled your tongue against the smooth skin of his cock. A gasp escaped him at your initial touch. A smile slowly formed on your lips before you wrapped them around the tip, pressing a broad stroke of your tongue to the center of the head of his cock. His body shuddered with a few strong pulls of him into your mouth.

“Shit, you’re…so good,” he groaned, placing a hand gently to your hair.

At that motion you moved your lips down the length of his shaft. Your lips savored each ridge and vein as he throbbed against you. You took as much of him as you could into your mouth to the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks to take more of him in, at least, as much you could before finding the perfect rhythm of your lips moving up and down to fuck him with your mouth.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said with the tiniest whimper.

A low, muffled moan vibrated from the back of your throat to his cock, making him moan out for you again and again. The feeling of him shaking for you and the way he sighed and moaned in desperation as you sucked him off had a special way of making you want him even more. As you delighted in the taste of him, your pussy clenched as your sex slipped from you to coat your panties. As you massaged his balls, you focused your mouth back to the head of his delectable cock, sucking until he gripped the sheets.

“Stop, stop---don’t want to come yet!” He groaned through sighs and gasps. “Need to fuck you.”

“No…,” you purred as you slipped off your panties and pulled your bralette off over your head, “I need to fuck you.”

“Well come on then,” Dieter tempted, scrunching his nose with a playful snarl, “ride it like you stole it.”

You hadn’t even sunk over him, and your pussy was already pulsing with need. The anticipation coursed through you as you crawled over his defined thighs, feeling the muscles in his quads flex as you lowered yourself onto him with an unrestrained moan. With a slow, deep roll of your hips you began to grind yourself on his cock. With each wave of movement, you felt how hard you kept him and how every controlled gesticulation you made stirred the most intense delight in your folds. Your sex glided from your pussy onto his cock as you swayed your hips into him faster and faster. He clutched at the pillow beneath his head, bouncing his hips up for you as you rode him. His herculean hands reached for your waist, massaging your hips as you continued to bounce on him, feeling every inch as he thrust up into you. The head of his cock hit you in the most exquisite way, leaving you shuddering against his hips. Your approaching climax began to light up nearly every nerve in your body like a switchboard. His hands journeyed to your breasts, grasping them, kneading them until his fingers found your nipples to pinch and flick at them like the strings on a fiddle.

“Ahh, Dieter, fuck!” you cried, your nipples tingling at his touch.

Holding the silver cowboy hat to your head with one hand, you leaned back against his left thigh until you began to gently massage his balls with the other. A long, low moan left his pouty lips, and he gave one strong thrust upwards, making you yelp out in ecstasy. As Dieter propped himself up towards you, you leaned forward to grind your pelvis into the base of his cock. Every nerve ending in your clit simmered with electricity from the motion. Perspiration glistened over your skin as you began rocking into one another. You knew each other’s bodies so well that you moved in unison. With them, you created the perfect rhythm until your hearts raced faster and faster and your breaths became ragged at your approaching climax.

“Shit---I’m---I’m gonna come this way,” he moaned, his hips thrust deeper into you as you continued to grind onto him.

“Me too!” Your words came out like a blur as you felt the perfection of your pussy starting to quake around his cock.

His pace was unbridled and rough as he began to lose himself in you, his large hands gripping your ass. The way your pussy vibrated against him sent waves of pleasure that rippled over every inch of your body until you felt them all the way to your head while you cried out his name in exaltation.

The cowboy hat fell from your head as he gave you one, last powerful thrust. He stilled and then emptied himself into you, letting out a raspy moan that melted into ardent whimpers. For a few moments you let your breath come down to a natural pace while you held each other in ethereal bliss. Your lips pressed against his forehead as he nuzzled against you, his lips and nose kissing and caressing your neck and shoulders.

Both of you sighed as you climbed off him to collapse next to him in bed.

“Jesus, that was amazing!” You exclaimed as you kissed him.

Your fingers played with the brim of the glittery cowboy hat before looking up at him to see the goofiest, post-coital grin spreading onto his handsome face.

“I’m taking it, you got this on set as a joke?” you asked in reference to the Western movie he’d been away filming.

Dieter confirmed it with a nod, unable to get rid of the smile beneath his mustache. Rolling over to his side, he propped himself up on one elbow. His eyes traversed the curves of your body followed closely by his fingers. The caress so soon after your orgasm sent shivers straight to your still throbbing pussy.

“Just think, now you can tell everyone you’ve rode a stallion and a cowboy.”

His cheeks were rosy and tight with stifled laughter. You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him, shaking your head with a low chuckle. Everything in that perfect moment - the silly cowboy hat, the bad jokes, and goofy smiles were so classically Dieter.

“You’re a dork,” you teased, pressing a small peck to his aquiline nose. “Welcome home.”

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