#but im just always thinking about sucking and fucking

[carnalcrows]

SUB JJK HEADCANNONS !!

content warnings: 18+, twt links (you need a twitter account to open the links), unspecified sexual activity, the links are pretty inaccurate, since the bottom is much smaller, but oh well lol, intentional lower case

sukuna initially doesn't seem like the type to be submissive, but oh, how wrong you were. this man YEARNS. he has so much to do in his everyday routine, do you expect him to be in charge even in bed? god no- it's almost pitiful, the way he sucks your cock, looking up at you doe-eyed as you sit on his throne. (might make a fully-fledged fic of this haha)

higuruma is a very pent-up man, it doesn't matter how he relieves his stress, even if it means that you have to be balls deep inside him. hours and hours of working on cases do take a toll, all you wanna do is help your dear husband out <33

nanami is a workaholic. im not even exaggerating, this man has almost never taken a break his ENTIRE life. you decide to change that by practically tying him up to your shared bed one evening and having your way with him. his legs are shaking by the time you two are finished, but it is so worth it.

geto is skeptical at first, one of those monkeys want to fuck him? ha, the nerve. fast forward to 5 minutes later and you're holding this man in a mating press and fucking his brains out. taunts slip from your mouth, turning him on even more. "what's that, slut? letting yourself get fucked by a mere human? i didn't take you for a common whore." the man whines at the degradation, but he doesn't stop you, i don't think he can!

gojo doesn't even hesitate when you bring it up lol, this man is IMMEDIATELY on his knees for you. imagine holding him up, facing a mirror as you pound into him from behind. his mind is high on your cock and his ego, he looks so pretty in that goddamn mirror, that he won't stop yapping about it, even as you use his ruined hole. the problem is that he is such a brat, you just gotta fuck the attitude outta him.

toji does it for the money. it's as simple as that. he finished a bounty for you, and you asked him of this for an extra price. who in the right mind would say no? imagine him riding you, hands on your shoulders as your cock pistons in and out of his hole. even if he is the one getting fucked, it doesn't seem like it. he likes to be in charge if possible.

choso MY BABYYY!!! god he is so obedient, always listening to whatever you say. his body complies too, back arching to its limit as you pound into him, holding his knees at his shoulders. tears hold so prettily in his eyes as you kiss them away. he just wants to be good for you <3

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[cherrycheolkat]

heyyyyy kat, this bingo card game is so fun!! im always looking forward to your next post. please can i request something from it too? i would like vehicle sex and oral fixation pretty please 🥺

hihiii ofc you can ^^ also that's sweet - i'm glad you like my fics <3 um i am maybe a little stuck on mingyu x noona but hope this is fun and sorry it took a few days for me to figure this one out

♡ kat

bingo square: vehicle sex + oral fixation

pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader | mingyu x noona reader

summary: y/n was heading back to her apartment when mingyu offered her a ride - she didn’t realize her least focused student could actually be fully engrossed with a single activity 

genre: college au, collegestudent!mingyu, teachassistant!reader

word count: 1.8k

rating: 18+, mdni

warnings: explicit language, smut, age gap, car sex, topping from bottom, penetrative sex, finger sucking, nipple play

she had packed up after another class where maybe a quarter of the students actually paid attention to her - just because she was the ta, which was annoying. she was the one who graded all of their horrendous papers. and then there was maybe her most annoying student, kim mingyu - she rolled ideas, just thinking about him.

when she walked around the class for the last few weeks, she had noticed that he was literally watching march madness coverage and completely ignoring her lectures. she had gotten annoyed this evening and used her laser pointer on his screen. and just because that didn’t seem to phase him, she had called him out. she grinned as she replayed it in her mind - his half-stuttering bullshit answer that she meticously corrected. she had seen the way he stared daggers at her the rest of the session. but she didn’t care, as long as maybe paid attention - that was the point.

she walked through the quiet halls and could finally breathe when she exited the building, feeling the cool night air - she caught the sharp scent of ozone, and knew it was going to rain. she groaned, realizing she hadn’t brought her umbrella. she made it just outside of the building when she felt the first few ominous drops. she sighed and pulled the collar of her jacket up closer - she would get soaked, but it could be worse. 

she didn’t initially notice the black car next to her. she was concerned with getting home, not some person who was lost on campus. 

“y/n?” 

she paused, glancing over to the car. the driver had rolled down the window closest to her - she leaned down and tried to control her face as she saw none other than kim mingyu leaning towards the open window, looking at her with a smirk. she rolled her eyes, “come to my office hours if you have an issue, mingyu,” she kept walking. 

but he stayed next to her, “you know it’s starting to rain, right?”

“and?”

“do you want a ride?” his voice was too sweet for her liking, especially since she had pointedly embarrassed him maybe 45 minutes before. 

she shook her head, “no, thanks - have a nice night,” she tried to sound cordial and nothing more.

“come on, y/n, it’s not a big deal - even if you called me out in class,” he almost whispered the last part. 

she tried to smile, “i shouldn’t take rides from students,” she mumbled.

he grinned, “you’re not the professor, y/n, even if you basically do his job for him.”

she could feel rain drops hitting her more persistently - she groaned, “okay, fuck, fine.” she got into his ridiculously nice car and immediately wondered if he were a trust fund kid.

“so where am i taking you?” he asked softly.

she didn’t love the idea of him knowing where she lived, but she gave him her address - well close to her address - it was her friend’s place a few houses down from her own. if anyone egged her friend’s house, she would have a top suspect, she thought wryly. 

she leaned on the arm rest, trying to make it clear that she didn’t want to spend anymore time in his car than was necessary. the problem was when she felt his hand brush her thigh, and she practically jumped. 

“sorry,” he mumbled. she might have believed him if he hadn’t looked so smug about it.

she pursed her lips, “you know, if you bothered to pay attention in class, i wouldn’t have called on you - so if you’re annoyed about something”—

he cut her off, “why would i be annoyed? i wanted your attention, and i got it,” he smiled. 

she flushed, not knowing what to say. 

“you could just say you aren’t interested - i’m in your class, blah, blah, blah,” he offered, his voice low and silky.

she stared out the window not wanting to think about that he was a student - a junior student to her, but just another student for all intents and purposes. like he had said, she wasn’t the professor. 

when he touched her thigh again, she barely noticed until he squeezed her thigh while they waited at a stop light.

she glanced at him, “so what do you want? what do you think is happening right now exactly?”

he glanced at her for a moment, “i’m thinking how much i want to know if you’re wearing a bra today or not.” he said it so smoothly - she looked at him, taking in his profile as he watched the road. she wasn’t unaware of the way some students looked at her. she hadn’t pegged him as one of ‘those’ students. 

she felt his hand slide closer to her groin. she should probably stop him, but in all fairness, she liked how his hand looked on her thigh. she liked that he had thicker fingers - she liked that he had the hands of a man - there was nothing dainty about his fingers. she wondered how they would feel stretching her pussy.  

when they got to her friend’s address, she sighed, “it’s actually further down,” she pointed. 

he laughed softly, “ah - so you were going to hide in the bushes?”

she rolled her eyes, “no, it’s my friend’s place, and i have a spare key,” she responded tartly - as though she would hunker down in the bushes.

he was already pulling into her driveway. it was darker than her friend’s - there was more tree cover from heavy oaks on both sides. 

she didn’t touch the door handle. she was patient, wondering what little fantasy was playing in his mind. 

when he shifted in his seat, “come here,” he whispered. 

she glanced over, seeing the room between him and the steering wheel. it felt distinctly high school. but she wasn’t above that. she shifted to straddle him. he was fast to shove her jacket out of the way, and even faster to shover her thin sweater up to expose her tits to the cooler air of the car. 

she wasn’t prepared for the way he moaned at seeing her, “fuck,” he muttered, “look at you, baby,” he whispered. 

his hands slid over her breasts roughly, squeezing them while he moaned softly. 

“so now you know - no bra,” she whispered, leaning down so her lips were just next to his ear. She leaned back, letting him have the view he wanted so badly.  

he nodded, swallowing hard, as his fingers traced over her nipples - she knew why his eyes suddenly flashed to hers.

“serioulsy,” he whispered before he was suddenly leaning into her and sucking softly at her breast. 

she knew what he had felt, the little tiny piercings she had - she could feel his tongue playing with the tiny metal barbell - she moaned softly, her fingers pulling his short hair softly, loving how warm his mouth was. she moaned when he sucked harder, his tongue alternating between making little circles around her nipple and playing with her piercing. 

it felt like ages before he pulled away from her left breast, groaning, “how the fuck are you single?” he breathed.

she laughed, “it’s not like they’re not magic.”

he shook his head, leaning in to kiss her right breast, “yes, they are,” he whispered against her skin, licking and sucking the nipple he had been neglecting. she felt him pull her hips closer to his. she gulped when she felt how hard he was. 

she bit her lip softly when she felt the rough way he was sucking at her skin - she knew he would leave marks. she had the feeling that that was exactly his goal. she found herself pushing him back, pressing her fingers between his lips instead. she blushed watching the way he sucked on her fingers - it was when she made him gag and he didn’t seem to care that she knew she was too far down the path not to fuck him. 

he whimpered when she pulled her fingers away, “want to fuck, baby boy, not just tease each other,” she breathed as leaned over him, her fingers tracing along his cheek. he stared at her, already looking dazed. 

she rolled her hips against him - he moaned softly. she smiled, “do you even want to move?”

he swallowed, “why? i like this view,” he murmured.

“you just want someone else to do the work for you,” she didn’t care that her voice had sharpened. 

he shook his head, “promise i can fuck you from exactly where i am.”

she grinned, “mhmm, i’m sure.”

she wasn’t sure how either really managed to get out of their pants, but she knew she was slick enough to take his cock without prepping. and the slide was absolutely worth it - she arched back against the steering wheel, moaning, not sure that she had ever been stretched so well as she was in that single moment. 

she heard him, “such a good girl, taking all of me like that,” he whispered, kissing her throat. 

and then he shifted her just right so he could fuck up into her. his cock hit every spot she needed him to, and the way he held her hips so tightly - she knew there would be bruises the next day. she let her hands slide under his shirt, feeling his toned stomach, and the way his muscles flexed as he moved his hips. her head lolled to the side - he really was good. so good. she knew she left thin, angry scratch marks across his stomach - she knew he was pulling moan after moan from her

but it was when he came that she yelped softly, she was already stretched completely and now he was fucking her full of his cum and stroking her clit. apparently, he wouldn’t be satisfied until she came too. 

she quivered from the attention, whining softly, saying his name over and over, and then her orgasm hit her - washing over her like a wave - her eyelids fluttered closed as she felt her body reacting to his. she was shaking, leaning into him, knowing she had come undone for him. 

she felt his hands tracing over her skin, like he was keeping her from floating away. when he tipped her chin back to kiss her, it was surprising to her - how gentle he was. 

it was maybe less surprising that she woke up late the next morning with him in her bed - their limbs tangled after they had spent half the night fucking like animals. 

when she tried to get up, he only pulled her back, “stay with me,” he whispered. he was much more beguiling than she wanted to admit, but she still stayed, happily wrapped in his arms. 

a/n: again, trying to force myself to write a drabble and not go over 1k words skssksksss so 1.8k is perf right?? T-T

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[seitmai]

“I know, I know. It’s just a stupid Hallmark holiday,” you repeat the words he’s always said about the holiday and laugh at the look he gives you, “but I think Jake would like it.” While he hasn’t actually said it, there have been signs that the holiday is at least somewhat important to him. For example, the chocolates he’s been leaving for you and Bradley.

That's so cute 🥹

Jake laughs. “You are such a pain in the ass.” “I’m going to give her a pain in the ass later,” Bradley mutters under his breath, handing you Jake’s phone before he slips his fingers through Jake’s on the center console.

Haha Bradley wouldn't not say it 😅

“Patience has never been a strong suit of hers,” Bradley tells Jake, bringing their still joined hands to place an absent-minded kiss on the back of Jake’s.

Urgh im obsessed with their small little gestures like that 🥰

It’s been too long since Bradley took you apart like when he took you over his knee and you’re craving to relinquish all control. He’ll gladly do it if you so ask. But what’s the fun in that?

That would be BORING

“Olivia,” Bradley puts his phone down and Jake straightens instinctively at the tone. “You can wait an hour.” “I,” the shudder running down your spine makes you pause, “don’t want to wait.”

I mean, he already talked about patience not being her virtue 🤷🏻‍♀️

“I can hear it,” Jake murmurs, lust-blown eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “wish I could taste it.” “Why can’t you?” You ask, slipping your fingers from inside and leaning forward, “here.” He opens his mouth eagerly, sucking your middle and index fingers into his mouth with a soft groan. “Good boy,” you murmur. His long eyelashes flutter when you slowly pump them in and out.

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Jake’s head falls back against the rest with a groan and Bradley’s knuckles turn white on his bouncing knee. “I-he can’t”, Jake whines as the truck creeps ahead, “we’re coming up on a semi here.”

What unfortunate timing

“I’ll suck you off,” you continue, the lewd, wet sounds of your fingers fucking your pussy all you can hear, “as soon as we get there? Please, Jake? Can I?” “I-ye-it’s up to Roo,” Jake replies, glancing at the road once more before turning Bradley towards him, meeting in a heated, hungry kiss.

Sub Jake is just so dear to me

“Yeah,” Jake breathed, eyes flicking to Roo’s lips, obviously not listening to a word he said, “Okay.”

No brain, head empty 🤭

Arousal is coating your trembling thighs when Bradley pauses to knead to knead your reddened flesh. “Have you had enough?” “Why?” You reply shakily, looking over your shoulder with watery eyes, “Is your hand tired?”

“I was going to let you sit on Jake’s face while I put this in,” Bradley holds up the pink butt plug that Jake must’ve just washed, “but only good girls get their pussy eaten.”

Damn it

“That’s good,” Bradley stands behind him, kissing his neck as his finger slowly pumps in and out. “She’s ready for another.” You tense up instinctively when he presses a second finger to your hole and Jake hesitates. “It’s okay,” Bradley says, trailing his fingers down Jake’s arm before dipping down to slide through the wetness on your thighs before ghosting over your clit. A whine escapes as you tighten for only a moment before relaxing, and letting Jake’s fingers in.

Why is jt kinda hot that he talks about her like she's not there 😮‍💨

I Love You Two

Part 11

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Bradshaw x OFC x Jake Seresin.

Summary: You start your weekend getaway off with a bang.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! Exhibitionism, masturbation (f), teasing, humiliation, objectification, spanking, ass play, toy use.

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The holidays come and go and due to the somewhat new, still under wraps status of your relationship, you don’t get to spend them with both Bradley and Jake. Paired with yours and their busy schedules, you barely get any time with the two of them together over the next few months.

“You think we should do something for Valentine’s Day?” You ask Bradley over lunch in your office as you unwrap the chocolate heart Jake had placed on your desk this morning. Who again, was ordered to work through his break.

“I know, I know. It’s just a stupid Hallmark holiday,” you repeat the words he’s always said about the holiday and laugh at the look he gives you, “but I think Jake would like it.”

While he hasn’t actually said it, there have been signs that the holiday is at least somewhat important to him. For example, the chocolates he’s been leaving for you and Bradley.

Bradley gives an exasperated sigh as he unwraps a chocolate of his own, but agrees, “Fine.”

“Yes!” You grin, pulling out your phone and sliding it across your desk, “I found this little place two hours from here. It’s got a private hot tub and there’s…”

Bradley just shakes his head as you ramble on, but can’t hide the quirk of his mustache. “Whatever works. Book it and I’ll make sure we both are off.”

“Will do,” you smile, rising when he does and risking a quick kiss, “I can’t fucking wait, Roo.”

His eyes heat at the husky turn of your voice as if he can see all the dirty ideas that are churning around your mind.

“I suddenly can’t either,” he murmurs, leaning back in to brush his lips over yours.

But the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway outside your office has him pulling back.

“See ya tonight,” you sigh, sitting back in your chair, disappointed. “Tell Jake I say hi.”

“Will do,” he replies as he walks out the door.

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“Can I at least pick the music since I was banished to sit in the back?” You tease as Jake pulls his truck onto the highway.

Bradley was planning on being a gentleman and letting you ride shotgun, but no way were you going to let his long legs be cramped in the backseat for over 2 hours. So when he ran back inside his apartment to grab his forgotten wallet, you got in the backseat and locked the doors.

Jake laughs. “You are such a pain in the ass.”

“I’m going to give her a pain in the ass later,” Bradley mutters under his breath, handing you Jake’s phone before he slips his fingers through Jake’s on the center console.

“Promises, promises,” you whisper, kissing his cheek before sitting back to scroll Jake’s Spotify.

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An hour or so later, you wake to the truck braking quickly. The steady flow of traffic and your boy's soft murmurs had lulled you to sleep.

“What’s going on?” You yawn, leaning forward to see.

“I think something flew off a trailer,” Jake replies as the vehicle rolls to a stop.

“Yeah,” Bradley confirms, able to see around the side of the semi in front of the truck, “looks like we’ll be here for a bit.”

“Now what?” You sigh, never one to be patient.

“We could play I Spy?” Bradley offers, “Or the license plate game?”

“Sure. There’s California, California, California, and…” you reply dryly, turning to look at the car behind you, “shocker. Another California.”

Jake snorts while Bradley shakes his head.

“Patience has never been a strong suit of hers,” Bradley tells Jake, bringing their still joined hands to place an absent-minded kiss on the back of Jake’s.

“Patience has never been a strong suit of hers,” you mock his words as you sit back with a huff.

15 long minutes pass. Bradley pulls out his phone and Jake hums along to the song playing, thrumming his fingers on the wheel.

It’s been too long since Bradley took you apart like when he took you over his knee and you’re craving to relinquish all control.

He’ll gladly do it if you so ask.

But what’s the fun in that?

“What are you doing back there?” Jake asks when he hears the sounds of you squirming.

You answer with a wink when you catch his eye in the rearview while sliding your panties down your thighs.

Bradley pauses his scrolling when the lace thong lands on the center console where their hands had earlier been joined.

“Liv,” Bradley warns.

“What?” You snap as your fingers trail back up your inner thigh, “I’m bored.”

“We’ll be there in,” Jake checks his phone, “a little over an hour.”

“You can wait an hour,” Bradley states like it’s final.

Your reply is a soft sigh as your fingers slide through your arousal, wetting the tips to ease the circles over your clit.

“Olivia,” Bradley puts his phone down and Jake straightens instinctively at the tone. “You can wait an hour.”

“I,” the shudder running down your spine makes you pause, “don’t want to wait.”

A muscle twitches in Bradley’s jaw when he clenches it.

Jake flushes as he shifts in his seat, turned on by the tension filling the cab.

You kick off your sandals before leaning back, placing a foot on each of their seats.

“Fuck,” you breathe as you dip your fingers inside, “can you hear how wet I am?”

Bradley turns to look at you but you turn his face back to the front with your painted toes, “Ah-ah,” you tsk, “eyes front, Roo.”

He curses under his breath, cheeks turning ruddy but he doesn’t try to look back again. You clench around your fingers, knowing he’s letting you continue…and knowing he’s going to make you pay for it too.

“I can hear it,” Jake murmurs, lust-blown eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “wish I could taste it.”

“Why can’t you?” You ask, slipping your fingers from inside and leaning forward, “here.”

He opens his mouth eagerly, sucking your middle and index fingers into his mouth with a soft groan.

“Good boy,” you murmur. His long eyelashes flutter when you slowly pump them in and out.

A strangled sound escapes Bradley but he covers it up by clearing his throat, looking out the window when you glance his way.

“So good,” you whisper against the shell of his ear before sitting back and resuming where you left off, thoroughly enjoying the way goosebumps rise from your words.

As the traffic continues to crawl, you draw it out, teasing yourself and therefore teasing them.

Jake can’t stop fidgeting and Bradley’s curls are a mess from his hands running through.

“I’m so fucking hard,” Jake admits when you allow yourself to get close, “fuck, Liv. You’re so hot.”

“Why don’t you suck him off, Roo?” You goad him, “Hmm? I know you want to.”

Jake’s head falls back against the rest with a groan and Bradley’s knuckles turn white on his bouncing knee.

“I-he can’t”, Jake whines as the truck creeps ahead, “we’re coming up on a semi here.”

The tinted windows and your dress were keeping you covered from unwanted attention thankfully. But they weren’t that lucky in the front seat.

“I’ll suck you off,” you continue, the lewd, wet sounds of your fingers fucking your pussy all you can hear, “as soon as we get there? Please, Jake? Can I?”

“I-ye-it’s up to Roo,” Jake replies, glancing at the road once more before turning Bradley towards him, meeting in a heated, hungry kiss.

Bradley’s hand comes up to find the hinge of Jake’s jaw as he finds Bradley’s curls, mussing them further. There’s teeth, tongue and so much tension it has you toeing the edge.

Your back arches as the pleasure crests and your soft cry doesn’t drown out the sound of the car horn from behind, making them jump apart as if they were burned.

Jake hits the gas with a frustrated sigh and Bradley’s eyes meet yours before he turns around. He doesn’t have to say a word; you already know.

You’re in so much trouble.

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“Thought we weren’t doing gifts,” Jake says from behind you.

“Couldn’t resist,” Bradley replies as Jake rips the paper, “besides, it’s just as much for me as it is for you two.”

The urge to turn around and look is killing you, but you’re already in hot water.

“What are you doing?” You asked when Bradley tugged your dress down as soon as Jake closed the door to your room.

“No bra,” Bradley ignored your question, scoffing when your bare breasts were revealed, “why am I not surprised?”

“I-“ you hissed when he pinched a hardened nipple but it turned to a sigh when Jake sucked the other into his mouth.

It only lasted a moment before Bradley pulled him off by his hair and into another heated kiss.

“Not yet,” Bradley murmured, nipping Jake’s lower lip after breaking the kiss, “she’s being punished, remember?”

“Yeah,” Jake breathed, eyes flicking to Roo’s lips, obviously not listening to a word he said, “Okay.”

You almost laughed but Bradley’s attention was back on you. He reached for your arm before you could pull away and yanked you to the corner of the room.

“What-“

You jumped as your question was cut off by the sound of his hand meeting your ass, quickly followed by the burn.

“If you’re going to act like a naughty little girl,” Bradley tugs your arms behind you, crossing them at the elbows, “then I’m going to treat you like one. You’re going to stay right here in this corner until I’m ready for you to come out.”

The burn of humiliation hasn’t waned and your arousal has only intensified since he left you in the corner nearly a half hour ago.

You positively ache, wetness is now coating your inner thighs as you shift your weight from foot to foot, growing antsier by the second.

Jake’s shuddery inhale when the contents of the gift are revealed only makes it worse.

“The pink one is Liv’s,” Bradley says, the smile in his voice evident.

Your eyes narrow but you don’t say a word. Bradley knows you fucking hate the color pink.

“Can we…” Jake trails off, “now?”

“Yeah,” Bradley answers a little smugly, making goosebumps rise along your body. “Liv?”

“Yes sir?” Your voice sounds so loud as it echoes against the walls inches from your face.

“Come here.”

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“I’m sor-“ your third-or is it fourth? attempt at an apology gets cut off by another harsh slap to your ass.

You give up with a strangled sound, burying your face in the comforter and letting the tears welling in your eyes finally fall. You refuse to let him see you cry.

Your gaze had been on the floor in faux remorse when you'd approached him, but Bradley saw right through your act. He wasted no time bending you over the bed and showing how sorry you weren’t, taking your breath away with quick, harsh spanks. Jake watched with rapt attention, occasionally running a soothing hand down your back and giving you a swat of his own.

Arousal is coating your trembling thighs when Bradley pauses to knead to knead your reddened flesh. “Have you had enough?”

“Why?” You reply shakily, looking over your shoulder with watery eyes, “Is your hand tired?”

Bradley quirks a brow and Jake snorts as he returns from the bathroom, holding a bottle of lube in one hand and something pink in the other. He left a few minutes earlier after a hushed conversation with Roo.

“I was going to let you sit on Jake’s face while I put this in,” Bradley holds up the pink butt plug that Jake must’ve just washed, “but only good girls get their pussy eaten.”

You fight the urge to gulp. While it’s not as big as Bradley or Jake, it’s bigger than a finger.

“I hate pink,” is what you say instead, trying not to wince at how bratty you sound.

“I know,” Bradley grins, opening the lube.

You roll your eyes before resting your head on your crossed arms, refusing to show that you’re a little nervous.

The cold lube hitting your heated skin makes you jolt.

“Jake’s going to get you ready for the plug. Yeah,” Bradley observes as Jake spreads it over his fingers before sliding between your cheeks, “just like that, baby. Get her hole nice and slick.”

“Oh God,” you whimper.

“This okay?” Jake asks, slowly circling your rim as Bradley brushes the hair off your forehead.

“Yeah,” you reply truthfully, knowing they’ll stop at your slightest hesitation, “it’s okay.”

“You’ll tell us if it’s not?” Bradley asks, tilting your chin to look at him.

“I will-oh,” your eyes flutter as Jake gently starts to press a fingertip in. It’s different with no stimulation to your pussy or clit like the few times Bradley’s fingered you in the middle of sex.

“That’s good,” Bradley stands behind him, kissing his neck as his finger slowly pumps in and out. “She’s ready for another.”

You tense up instinctively when he presses a second finger to your hole and Jake hesitates.

“It’s okay,” Bradley says, trailing his fingers down Jake’s arm before dipping down to slide through the wetness on your thighs before ghosting over your clit. A whine escapes as you tighten for only a moment before relaxing, and letting Jake’s fingers in. “See?”

“Fuck,” Jake breathes, letting you get used to the intrusion before gently pumping them in and out.

“Yeah,” Bradley chuckles, nudging your clit every so often to keep you on edge. “How’s it feel?”

“Hot,” Jake murmurs, “tight, just as perfect as her pussy.”

“Mmm,” Bradley agrees, watching as you start pushing back to meet his fingers. “She’s ready for the plug.”

A shiver wracks your body as Jake pulls his fingers from you and he places a kiss on your back in apology before heading to the bathroom to wash his hands. Your breath quickens at the sound of the lube opening again.

“Spread her open for me,” Bradley instructs when Jake returns. His warm, damp hands squeeze your hip reassuringly before stands beside Bradley and he does as he’s told.

Mortification races through you at the gesture; added to the fact that they’re both dressed while you’re naked and so exposed mixed with your pulsing arousal is a heady combination.

“Fuck,” you breathe at the first touch of cool, hard silicone.

“Now touch her clit,” Bradley says, letting you get used to the feel, “but don’t let her cum.”

“Yes sir,” Jake murmurs, sounding farther gone than you as he sneaks his hand between your thighs to give the same sweet, but fleeting traces as Roo.

“That’s it,” Bradley coos, softly pressing the toy in as you whimper from Jake’s touch, “good, Jake. Good.”

Jake’s head falls back at the praise.

The praise you should be getting.

A complaint gets lodged in your throat when Bradley pulls back before pushing it in again; further this time.

“Watch, sweetheart,” Bradley says, “watch her take the widest part.”

Your toes curl as your hole stretches around it and you let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding once it’s in.

“You good?” Bradley whispers, leaning forward to press kisses down the knobs of your spine.

All you can do is nod, feeling like an open, exposed nerve.

He smiles against your back and straightens.

“Can’t wait to play with this while I fuck you,” Bradley toys with it, making you gasp. Jake’s fingers are still teasing your clit while your poor, neglected cunt clenches around nothing. “Here Jake, give me your hand.”

Bradley brings Jake’s hand to the plug, guiding it in and out. Your trembling legs nearly give out when he pauses on the widest part, “See how her greedy hole tries to pull it back in?”

“Yeah,” is all he can manage as he pushes it in one last time before finding Roo’s lips for a hot, tension-fueled kiss.

As you muster the strength to lift off from the bed, more than ready to be fucked, they pull apart, breathing hard.

“Ready for your turn?” Bradley asks him, pulling a plug matching yours from his back pocket, only this one is in blue.

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A/N: I’m so sorry for the delay since the last update. Life is crazy. I hope this is the end of my hiatus, but no guarantees. I really hope you like it. Also, just a little disclaimer that I finished this and edited it while exhausted so I hope it’s not shitty. Also 👇🏻

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I LOVE hearing what you think in the comments/reblogs! Seriously, feedback helps me more than anything.

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[handsomegentlebutch]

I'm literally so horny all the time is genuinely a little cringe

[puppppppppy]

Thinking about my old pkmn ask blog

[smoshingatut]

I'm kinda tired of dungeon meshi fans blatantly misinterpreting Kabru's goals, motivations, and character so they can ship him with Laios...like obviously it's awesome if you enjoy Laikabu but can you nooot twist Kabru's intentions for involving himself with the guy who constantly triggers his monster trauma and pisses him off so bad he gets brain damage so that he turns into "the guy who wants to suck Laios's dick" as his entire character? I've even seen people cut off Kabru's words to make it seem like he is admiring Laios because it would disrupt that narrative

[laotwormz]

anyway. wishlist of things i want from lin lie in marvel rivals:

interactions with loki, luna, etc

be sad and pathetic

mention his brother

casual or formalwear skin... please......

make him funny or awkward please i'm begging you. please

a new trivia fact i can obsess over

him and luna talking about the agents of atlas together

skin with his hair down please please please please

[termagax]

re: "good girl" i think they say it once randomly as a joke and its just one of those things that gets him wayyy more than they expected it would. so now its their secret weapon and they use it very sparingly and every single time he gets super embarrassed about it but it works ill tell you what.

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Here are the issues I have with the book. Since it's a lot, I'll try to keep it as short as possible and only mention my biggest problems with it. So this list is not complete and I could write pages about it.

Let me start by saying that a good autobiography (or any book that highlights a real life person) should be balanced. It should not glorify that person or pretend that person is a god and without mistakes. I also have no problem with critizing Ze, because, let's face it, yes he made mistakes and fucked things up in the past and not every war decision or speech or whatever was good or perfect. The point is: the critique should be fair and balanced (this obviously doesn't apply to bad people in general and the books about them; but since Ze isn't a bad person...you get what I want to say). The portrayal of Ze in the book is anything but fair or balanced. Or true, for that matter (unless literally every person in Ze's life and who knows him better, including the Kvartal fam, Olena, Andriy or people like them, have been lying to everyone for decades).

Throughout the whole book Shuster does say that Ze is Ukrainian (and Jewish) but also always tries to paint him as an "Ukrainian Russian" - so Ze is actually Russian despite being a "Ukrainian" (basically using one of Russia's Propaganda lies). Ze is basically a stubborn "Ukrainian" who kind of deserves all the hate and arrogance he gets from "real Russians" during KVN times (and later) because Ze is an insufferable asshole during his KVN times. And that Russian treated Ukrainian (or from other former Soviet Union countries) teams badly (including racist remarks, looking down on them, treating them like slaves, insulting them, not giving them a fair chance,...) teams awfully is, in Ze's case, deserved. Because Ze was oh so focused on always winning - no matter what and the cost.

Speaking of KVN: According to Shuster, Ze was terrible as a person during his first years of stardom. A maniac who only lived for applause and needs it to survive and was willing to do absolutely everything to win and beat other teams. Because, you know, he's so obsessed with winning. To a point were even he gives a flying fuck about the Kvartal team and their members (Shuster basically hints that they all disliked Ze and he was some kind of group dictator who only wanted to work and win all the time and was reckless and took to many risks and almost destroyed everyones lifes). When Shuster finds something positive to write about, he quotes people from Kvartal but what he quotes are just general statements or people saying what KVN was like during the 1990s and early 2000s. The moment Shuster writes about Ze and was he (allegedly) like during this time it's almost only "team members" and "people who knem him" and "classmates" and all that stuff - so anon sources. Or it's just Shuster telling stuff without saying what his source is or him just have feelings and thoughts and drawing conclusions. If people get named they - surprise, surprise - have a lot of times bad things to say about Ze or are people who we never ever have heard of as being part of Ze's life. Btw, it's not very hard to guess who the "team member", who talked the KVN years and adds a lot of negative talk about Ze, is... . Denys (yes, THAT Denys) contributed to the book with pictures, so chances are high he also talked to Shuster. If you ever wondered if the asshole would ever get over the fact that he fucked up and Ze kicked his ass out of the group - well, the answer is no. He now just tries to cash in on Ze. And since we are talking about Denys' obvious contribution to the book - he, once again, gave out private photos. How much we all wanna bet that he, once again, didn't ask for consent?!

Shuster also tries to paint Ze's family in a bad light. The father a tyrann who sacrified his wife's (Mama Ze) health for his job and money. Also rarely being at home and giving a fuck about his son and family. Mama Ze spoiling her child and making him entitled. Both to unloving and hard and more or less making Ze's life a living hell. Also that Ze's family was suddenly rich. Not to mention indirectly questioning the trauma his family had to go through (and Ze talked about in the past) under Stalin and the Nazis and family members that are suddenly alive (despite Ze stating in the past that they were dead). Also, Shuster sees in the childhood and family of Ze a part of the explanation why Ze is such a horrible person today, to stubborn to just give up and end the fight (and all that nonsense) and won't win this war. Because the parents put Ze in all kind of activities without him finishing any of it but letting him believe he can do everything and always demanding excellent perfomance in every aspect of his life (to keep it short). So of cooourse Ze had to grow up into a maniac who can't loose and always continues despite what people may tell him and who needs the constant validation and love from others.

There are also a ton of negative remarks about Ze as father and husband in regard of his own family. Not to mentiont hat a ton of informations are factually not correct. Things like birth dates or dates in general, how and where Ze's family lived (missing important context several times), Ze basically being as awful as his father, Ze not giving a fuck about his families safety during the war (Olena was the voice of reason who protects the poor, poor children because their father just wants them back for egoistic reasons and doesn't care about their safety) or not seeing anything concerning about his sons military obsession and instead fueling it (again, it's the poor poor wife who has to protect the son from the awful father), Ze giving zero fucks about his relationship with Olena right from the start and that poor, poor, poor woman always staying behind and having to go through hell and hate because of Ze's maniac ambitions and facing an unsave future in the early 2000s because Ze was so full of himself and had the biggest ego,... . (reading several parts you would think that this "poor, poor woman" is trapped in some abuse situation or Ze somehow tied her to himself and the whole marriage is fake and there is no love) (also Olena simultaniously romantizing things and her life and Ukraine but also being the only who who sees the truth about Ze or several parts of their lives but, of course, can't tell her terrible husband because bad, bad Ze) Also Shuster indirectly claiming that Ze and Olena lied about their relationship and they didn't date for eight years but for a shorter period of time. Because suddenly Olena also was a part of KVN long before Ze (???) and was essentially just his work buddy and friend for a while and somehow and for whatever reason they ended up in a relationship one day. (Also prepare yourself to read about a new version of the "Basic Instinct" story we never have heard before...and Ze and Olena never said.)

Btw, the way Ze is portrayed during his KVN years is essentially with little variation how he's portrayed in later stages of his life. Including his presidency and the war (I'm not going to write several more paragraphes because I think you get the picture Shuster tries to paint of Ze).

Only one thing about Ze's war portrayal: Shuster swings back and forth between Ze as wanna be dictator who will turn Ukraine into something bad as soon as the war is over (and is already starting with that) and who already makes his own rules and gives zero fucks about people and is only interested in his own fame and people applauding him and all that stuff. And Ze being the worst President ever because the war and the current state of Ukraine (which is, of course, very bad and they are about to collapse and loose and big Russia and winning and blablabla) are somehow also his fault. Yes, Shuster really manages to make Ze (and with that Ukraine) partly guilty.

Throughout the whole book he also, sometimes more obvious sometimes hidden, Shuster portrays Ukraine in the worst way possible. He does mention how "bad" Russia is but somehow justifying it several times or leaving out important facts and, once again, context. Also the portrayal of Putin, especially in comparsion with how he writes about Ze, is a joke.

Oh, and, the "inside look in the bunker" life Shuster used for his marketing campaign and that the claim of the book - yeah, bullshit. It's nothing now and anon and all that stuff. Also, once again, portraying Ze in a bad light. Like, yeah, the first weeks of war affected him but to such a worrying point (according to Shuster) that Ze was actually unfit to rule any longer as President but continued (because, you know, he loves power sooo much...). And now he's the mini dictator of Bankova who is always grumpy and changed into a (an even more) awful person and... .

What can I say at the end?! As mentioned earlier, the book has a ton of fake news and wrong facts. It's incredibly poorly researched - if sources exist at all. A lot of times it's Shuster just sharing his feelings or thougths or conclusions or interpretations or whatever. Or just saying things without context. Or writing stuff without giving sources. And to be honest, in some parts it also feels like that Shuster just made stuff up.

If you have no idea about Ze and his life or know very little - that's not the book to get informed. If you know a bit more about Ze, you will surprisingly often feel that certain parts of "exclusive interviews" or "when I talked with XYZ" are strangely familiar...with interviews we all know from Ze's (and several other people) past...because it is these interviews. Just a lot of times missing context, shortening what was said, adding stuff or giving it a new meaning.

Speaking of using old stuff: Shuster also really used his old articles to include them in the book...to a point where it's basically almost word for word.

Overall, the book is in large parts poorly written (so poorly that you wonder how he became a TIME journalist in the first place).

In the end, you probably haven't learned anything new or interesting about Ze, his life, the war or Ukraine. When we talk about Ze, I may have read one, maybe two new things I haven't read before (but questioning both of them and will do research if they are true or just made up by Shuster). It's over 300 sites of wasted paper and ink. I know articles who did a better job than this "book". It's a waste of time and money. And in the end it's a Pro-Russia Propaganda book, trying to undermine the support for Ukraine and hurt Ze and his image (as well as Ukraine's). Shuster tries to be subtle at his try to do this but he isn't not. He tries to come off as critical thinker who wants to portray a balanced picture of Ze and also writes about the sides no one dares to talk about. But nothing about this is balanced. It's just 300+ sites of trashing Ze and backstabbing him and using every possible way. Same applies to Ukraine.

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[murphysiblings]

its so sad not having someone to talk to abt fictional sibling sex when its like , most of what i think about . i mean i do have ppl i can talk about fictional incest relationships & dynamics with but i never get Too Horny about it bc i dont want to scare them off