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burnforyou · 1 month ago

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pairing: Jack Schlossberg x female!reader

summary: you're both switches, breeding kink, smut, oral (f receive), not proof-read (I never proof read anything)

jack comes home from a day of work and you greet him at the door.

“your shirt’s cute,” you say, admiring him as you lean against the wall. he looks at you and smiles, slipping his backpack off. he turns around to show you the back. ‘kids for Casey,’ it reads. but he can’t turn around without flexing. you watch, trying to memorize the shape of his body as he flexes. his arms nearly rip the kids-sized shirt open. all you want is to climb his long, toned legs like a tree. especially in those nice black pants.

how is he so perfect?

“kids for casey, that’s cute,” you say, eyeing up his strong shoulder blades. you step closer to him slowly.

“i know, right,” he says, slipping off his shoes onto the mat. you slink your hand up his abs and chest. he stills and looks at you.

“it would be even cuter if you gave me your kids,” you say, half joking, half serious. he snorts. you feel his chest rise and fall beneath your hand.

“is that so?” he teases you, reaching out for your waist and effortlessly pulling you into him. instantly, his warmth overtakes you and you lose your train of thought. you press your thighs together in anticipation. you’ve been waiting for him all day.

“use your words princess," he says, his eyes darkening and jaw clenching. you lick your lips and blink up at him.

"i need you," you whisper breathlessly. he backs you into the wall like a predator hunting its prey, grabbing hold of your neck and biting down. you moan out and mindlessly grind into him, digging your nails into his back.

"how do you want it?" he asks. you don't answer. he comes up from your neck and looks you dead in the eyes. he searches your eyes for an answer.

"tell me, tell me exactly what you want," he grumbles. he grips your waist tighter.

"I want you, now, Jack," he goes back to sucking on your neck. he starts rutting into you, making you suck in. you feel his girth desperately rubbing on your bare thigh through his pants.

"say how you want it, y/n," he commands in your ear, his scruff rubbing on your ear.

"fuck, Jack," you moan, grasping onto his hair, "here, against the wall, hard."

"that's it," he groans out, "tell me more."

"I want you to cum in me."

"you mean it?" he inquires, looking right into your soul.

"mmhmm," you let out, nodding. he rubs his hand on you through your shorts and you gasp. he leans his forehead against yours, kisses you deeply, and continues. his long fingers reach up and rub your pussy.

"Jack," you gasp and pull his hair.

"you want me to put a baby in you, huh?" he teases.

"please," you whine.

"I've always wanted to, hun, I was just waiting for your word," he groans. he moves your panties and runs his fingers down your pussy. he slips one finger in you. "shit, you're so wet. you've been waiting for me all day, hm?"

"Jack, please fuck me."

"what do you mean?" he asks, slipping another finger in, "is this not enough for you?" you don't reply, you just moan. he removes his fingers and you whine.

"be patient," he whispers, slipping your shorts down your tanned legs. you help him get your shorts off and he stays on his knees and grips onto the back of your thighs. he looks up at you with those beautiful doe eyes and rubs the back of your thighs. he looks at your pussy and whispers,

"spread."

you move your legs apart and he kisses the inside of your thigh. he began kissing on your pussy, licking at your juices like a starved man. his big, Kennedy nose nudged your clit and made your knees buckle on him.

"your pussy's so good," he murmured. your juices and the little noises you were making were driving him up the wall. he grinded into the air, craving friction.

he gripped your leg and placed it over his shoulder, never moving from your pussy. he groaned deeply into you, sending vibrations up into you. he couldn't get enough of your taste, never once stopping to breathe.

you pushed his head deeper into you, gripping onto his hair for dear life.

"say my name," he spoke deeply into you. you shuddered and immediately spoke.

"Jack," you whined, "that's it, oh." he continued lapping at your core as your legs started shaking. your core coiled and burned in a way you've never felt before.

"Jack, fuck, I'm gonna cum."

he moved the hand he had on your leg to your lower stomach, putting pressure on your core and continuing to desperately eat you. your back arched off the wall and he looked up at you. once he locked eyes with you he didn't look away. this desire in his eyes pushed you over the edge, and you nearly collapsed on to him as you came on his face.

"that's it," he groaned, "good girl." he moaned as he continued to lick you. he slipped his fingers between your folds, caressing them with so much care. He smiled up at you, your juices glistening on his face. you caressed his wet face with one of your hands and admired him.

"Jack, you whined, grabbing at his shirt, "come," you whined again, barely intelligible.

"what's that?" he smirked, continuing to rub your sensitive pussy.

"come up here," you said, weakly grasping onto his shirt to get him to stand up. he set your leg back on the ground, grabbed your hips to hold you steady, and stood up. you tug his shirt off of him and admire his body. his hairy, sculpted body shone with sweat and his chest heaved as he drank you in. you smirk up at him, grab his hand and lead him to your couch. your stomach turns as you walk, knowing his eyes are glued to your body. he plops down on the couch and you climb onto his lap, your bare pussy flush on his covered hard cock. you move to get more comfortable on his lap, and tease him a little. his dick twitches as you sit on him, he throws his head back, and grips your hips.

"hm, keep moving on me like that," he groans, his head thrown back, making his neck fully open to you. you lean forward and press careful kisses on his neck. you grind on his covered cock more, enjoying the power you have over him. he grinds into you and begs:

"let me take these off," he whimpers, trying to slip his pants down. you grab his hands, stopping him.

"not yet," you whisper, continuing to rub on him, loving the feeling of the wet patch you've left on his nice pants. he grips the hem of your t-shirt and pulls it off you, throwing it away. he immediately attaches his lips to one of your nipples, watching your face closely. he wraps his strong arms around your waist and breathes heavy.

"please, y/n," he grinds into you desperately, "I need to be inside of you," he whines, "I want to breed you."

"mm, tell me more," you murmur, pressing your foreheads together, enjoying how easily he submitted to you. your pussy pulsed at the feeling of his hard cock, so needy, so desperate, twitching beneath you. you had all the power in the world.

"I want to breed you, fill you, y/n, fuck..." he trailed off, whimpering. "I want to come so deep inside you, I want to get you pregnant. I'd take such good care of you, baby."

"please, Jack,"

"shit, the idea of you being so swollen with my kid, my baby, mm, you'd be such a pretty mommy," he moans, talking to himself more than you.

"I'm gonna cum in my pants," he heaved, screwing his eyes shut tight. "fuck," he jumped as you undid his pants smoothly and reached your hand in his boxers, gripping his thick cock. his eyebrows scrunched together and a whimper escaped his lips. his cock was wet with pre-cum and so red and throbbing with desperation. he rutted into your hand with no self control.

"lie down" he groans, pushing his pants completely off. you throw yourself down on the couch flat and watch him closely, shamelessly admiring his naked body. he does the same, his eyes covering every inch of you, not wanting to miss anything. he climbs on top of you, his muscular arms folded on either side of your head, trapping you in. you reach your hand down and stroke his cock, staring at his face. his eyes scrunch up once again and his jaw falls slack.

"I want you to cum inside me, Jack, get me pregnant. tell the whole world I'm yours," you say seductively. he grinds on wet folds before thrusting into you finally. you both moan out at the same time. he looks down at your connecting bodies and looks back up at you with an expression you've never seen before: one that's so primal, so animalistic. you're discovering new parts of him you didn't know existed before today.

he continues to thrust his cock into you, never looking away from you. his hand slinks down to play with your clit and your back arches. you never break eye contact. the size of his dick never fails to surprise you when he slips in it.

"god, I've always wanted to get you pregnant, since I first saw you, fuck."

you wrap your legs around his fast-moving, hard-hitting hips and your arms around his neck, letting him take you completely. finally fulfilling a desire you've both secretly had for years. the sound of his dick moving in and out of your sopping hole fills your home, and your juices soak your nice couch.

"god, you're perfect, I'm gonna cum quick, fuck, cum baby," he rambles, fucking you harder.

"oh, Jack," your back arches and you pull him into you for a kiss. he groans into the kiss and slows down his thrusts, but goes harder. his hips move so skillfully, you fit so perfectly together (his cock fits so perfectly in you, your pussy swallowing all of him), like you were made for each other. the feeling of his cock pulsing in you has the knot in your core building.

"you want my baby real bad, huh? you're so perfect, fucking hell," he gasps, picking up the pace once again. Jack's passion is pushing you over the edge. "you're gripping me so tight."

"Jack, I'm- cum." you struggle to get anything out. he presses onto your clit harder and pistons into you with a purpose.

"there you go, cum, baby," his words push you over the edge once again, milking his cock, "fuck I'm gonna cum with you baby, that's it, you're squeezing me, making me cum."

his cum shooting into you makes your back arch into him even more, your toes curl, and it sends you over the edge once again. your legs stay wrapped around him tight, forcing him to cum all the way inside of you. you've never felt him so deep before. you're both breathing heavily in unison. he rests his forehead on yours and then kisses you sweetly. you can still taste yourself on his lips. he smiles down at you, letting himself get soft inside of you. you smile up at him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

#I have learned that I'm not very good at writing this stuff #I got carpet burn on my poosay #jack schlossberg #jack schlossberg x reader #jack schlossberg fanfic #jack schlossberg imagine #divider by cafekitsune

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pinkxpantha · 11 days ago

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Mine all Mine

-Wriothesley x GN! Reader

#: synopsis- literally just wriothesley being domestically clingy with his S/O

#:cw- ~520 words, tooth rotting type fluff, canon complient, established relationship, I wrote this at 1 am, he's clingyyy

Wriothesley is the type to savor every moment with you. He''s a busy man. He'll spend hours and his desk and a few more with work affiliated things. At some point, it feels as though each minute with you is just a mere second in the grand scheme of things. Trust him when he says he wishes he could be home more often, coddled in your arms, his head leaning on your chest as he listens to the pulse of your heartbeat.

Ever burdened by work, he finds himself needing more of you in his life. Yes, he keeps pictures of you in his office. (You'd have to convince him not to plaster your face on the ground and the ceiling) Yes, he keeps a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers in a vase. (He used to not care for such things until he saw how you loved the way they bloomed)

Yes, Wriothesley cannot get enough of you.

Even on the days where he couldn't catch up to his breathing, when the floor seemed to move even when he was standing still. He found himself drumming your heartbeat into the palm of his hand. Bump-Ba-bump. The rhythm was second nature to him.

But no matter how many reminders he had of your presence, nothing compared to the real deal.

You in your entirety, and you in your smallest form. Some night's he'd swear to kiss every cell of your body so you'd always have his love be apart of you.

Each time you'd smile back at him, maybe even tease his insensible fantasy. He swears he becomes the happiest man alive.

Your nighttime routine is rarely completed without some form of memento from him. He'd write sticky notes in your favorite color with caring words (and occasionally a sticker from one of the melusines)

Even after you drifted off to sleep, by the late times he returns to you, he returns to his home. As soon as he could, he'd lay there in bed with you. His hand rested on top of your palm, as the valley in between your fingers served as his hand's resting point.

His grip would always be loose, swearing that the frost of his vision would crawl onto his fingertips, stirring you from your slumber.

And no matter what, he would always sleep with his head facing yours (his so-called solution to sleepless nights). The barriers of personal space seemed to bind themselves together. So don't be surprised when he wakes you up, cupping your jaw.

He'd always say that he needs to see the most soul before he sets out for the day ahead of him. His course voice would tell you that you could fall asleep again, hoping you wouldn't see how his cheeks rose with mirth when you would be the first thing he wakes up to.

All in all, he thinks of you as the beginning of a new dawn, and the end of a long day. He wouldn't have it any other way.

I didn't want to write dialogue.. can you tell?

Not proofread ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ), I'm used to writing x fem readers, If something seems implied that reader is fem please reach out to me so I can fix it 🙏🙏

Also anons are open :))