#jeff sadecki smut

[gothghostiie]

I see you take Yellowjackets requests. Can you do nsfw stuff with Jeff? Literally can be anything. I'm scrapping the bottom of the barrel with content, and I need to scratch an itch.

YES OH MY GOD. I'VE BEEN DYING TO DO SOMETHING PLS

this is what i could come up with from the top of my head, pls bear with me

cw: oral (reader giving), gn!reader

you finally convinced him to let you give him head. you hadn't been dating for long, to him this was far too early - he's a good man he claims. all those morals flew out of the window when you practically begged him to be allowed to suck him off. his cheeks heated up and he stumbled over his words, christ; you'd think a grown man handles this better. but he finally agreed, telling you if you're sure you want it, he'll let you.

so now you're sat between his legs while he's on the couch, drumming his fingers on his thighs nervously. "you don't have to do this, y'know."

"I know. I want to." a shiver runs down his spine when you say that. it's not the first time he's getting a blowjob, not by all means. but with you it somehow feels.. different. he can't place his finger on it but it just.. is. he just nods lightly, taking a deep breath before leaning back and starting to unbuckle his pants, just for you to swat his hands away and do it yourself. his breath is already hitching, cock twitching beneath the thin fabric of his boxer's. the sight makes you grin, makes you want more - so you pull his pants and underwear down slightly, just enough to expose his sex. your eyes widen slightly at the size, you wonder how it'd feel to have him fuck you - but you push these thoughts aside for now. instead you wrap your hand around it, almost agonisingly slowly jacking him off as he already throws his head back.

he wants to ask you to stop because he can already tell he won't last long but he bites his tongue and let's you keep moving, trying to not just immediately explode all over your hands. you look up at him, biting your lip at the sight before you; god he's pretty. you almost want to take him all the way on the spot but you promised yourself to not push further, especially now that he's ready to let you do this. so you lick your lips for a moment before leaning in, trailing your tongue along the vein that runs along the underside of his shaft. he gasps for air, hips twitching upwards lightly, hand almost reaching out to your head but holding back. you're almost sad he pulls his hand back but dont mention it, instead you roll your tongue over his tip, eliciting a gasp from him.

you look at him, trying to make eyecontact, but he knows if he looks into your pretty eyes while you do this he won't be able to hold back at all. so, he settles his head back onto the rest of the couch and stares at the ceiling. the thought of not seeing what you'll do excites him but also makes him nervous - then again what doesn't?

you lean in again, wrapping your soft lips around his hip while one of your hands finds home on his thigh, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. you suck softly, swirling your tongue all over him, he can't help but push upwards as a low groan escapes his lips. you almost giggle, taking it as an invitation that you're glad to take; slowly moving your head down to take more of him. you stop about halfway down, his hips are twitching and he almost wants to scold you for stopping; but all frustrating is forgotten when you start bopping your head up and down, the hand on the base moving along slightly. he grunts, one hand pressed onto his mouth while the other struggles to keep away from your head. you feel the struggle, you almost want to stop and beg him to lead you a little bit, but you decide to not stop what you're doing, hoping he might do it on his own.

you speed up a little, using your tongue as well as you can while your lips wrap around him tighter, he's having a hard time not just cumming on the spot. you slow down as you taste the precum that's seeping out of his tip, stopping to lick it up, savouring the taste and the high pitched moan he gives when you do. in a moment of desperation he looks down at you, your eyes meet his; his cock twitches. "honey.." he whispers, voice shaking. "I can't hold back much longer, I'm so sorry.." you feel like he just hit you with a chair.

"Jeff.." you whisper back, "you don't have to hold back.. I don't want you to hold back.. I want to taste you.." every bit of reservation he had flies out of the window. in a sudden motion he grabs your head with a small bit of force, pushing you towards his cock, soft pleas falling from his lips. you take the hint, giving him teasing kitten lick until he thinks he might go insane - suddenly pushing his tip into your mouth. your eyes widen slightly at the act, unsure if it's dominance or desperation but either way, you'll take it.

your lips wrap around his tip once more, causing him to make an almost animalistic sound, it only gets worse when you starts sucking and running your tongue over it again. he takes a few seconds, his breathing laboured before he quietly chokes out; "watch it.." it sounds more like a threat than a warning when he says it. you look up at him through your eyelashes, a grunt falling from his lips as he makes eye contact, finally cumming all over your tongue.

[awarrenswhore]

Not an Affair (M)

→ pairing | Phillip Graves x Reader

→ genre | smut, angst, domestic au! Fem!reader.

→ word count | 3,415

→ summary | You ended up getting involved with one of your parents' friends after getting back from college, had a few hot nights with him until you discovered he was married. You ended up developing feelings for him, but after finding out that he hadn't signed the divorce papers yet, you decide to throw everything in his face and end the affair. But god only knows how persuasive Phillip can be.

→ warnings |sex, Adult content, alcoholic beverages, low slang words. unprotected sex. cheating (the reader helps him to cheat or something like that)

→ A/N| I don't know what came over me, I just decided I was going to write a smut with Phillip Graves. English is not my first language so sorry for my mistakes. It's kind shitty lol

When you finally returned home, Phillip was in the kitchen, sitting at the counter with a bottle of Whiskey in front of him and two glasses. One of them was half finished, and the other was empty. As if he was waiting for someone to drink with him.

He was looking out of the window, sipping his whiskey and just staring out. When you got home he didn't even glance at you, he was just lost, trying not to think about the words you had said earlier. When he saw you enter the kitchen he looked up at you with a pained look in his eyes. He had already started drinking the whiskey hoping that it would numb the pain and make the conversation easier but he was just making things worst. He was feeling desperate to say something or get this over with because the longer it took the more the anxiety was building up inside of him. "Can I talk to you?"

You couldn’t help but feel like you should ignore him, act as if nothing had ever happened. But those sad blue eyes didn't let you continue on your way to your room. Then you walked to the other side of the counter, facing him.

His mind was already a mess of emotions, and now seeing your face made his heart beat uncontrollably fast. The anxiety he felt was at the peak and he just wanted to tell you everything so he could get this moment over with. You could see that he was trying to hide his pain but it was so evident that it would be impossible to not spot. He took one last sip of his whiskey and poured you a glass hoping you would join him.

You looked at the glass, then at him, and back at the glass, taking it in your hands and taking a sip. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"No" he said, taking a sip from his whiskey. "I just want us to get our minds relaxed. The last thing I wanna do is have this conversation while our minds are clouded, this is important to both of us."

"Okay, go ahead."

He took a deep breath in and let it out. Then he slowly began to speak. "the past few weeks we've been spending time together I thought we had something more. You felt different. But it all changed today when you threw my words back in my face like I was just using you for my own satisfaction, not once did I ever think that our relationship was just based on sex."

You shook your head, waiting for him to continue, too tired to argue.

"You didn't even try to listen to me. You just decided to get up and leave and I felt my heart crush into pieces when you said all of that to me. It's not right because what we had was not just sex. What we had was real, it was a true bond but it all seemed to mean nothing to you. I was hoping I could convince you to come back to me, but how can I do that if you refuse to believe me? You're too stuck in this stupid idea that I was only with you to have fun."

At times like this, I should use my smart mouth, but I felt like if I said something, it would only make the situation worse and we would fight again. You thought, just taking another sip of the drink and continued listening to him.

"You see the way I look at you every day, the way you make my heart feel like it's going to jump out of my chest, how could it have been only about fun? I'm sure you felt this way too, how could you not? The way my body responds to yours. We never acted selfishly or without thinking, I knew when I went in bed with you that I would get attached, I knew the risks and I knew what it meant to my life. You said all those cruel words and it felt like I've just been thrown away." He paused "I'm divorcing her... I just, i'm not the one for her. And she's not the one for me, you are. I wasn't just using you for your body. I've found someone that I felt was meant by me and it's you. I want you to be mine." Your silence was making him uncomfortable "Will you please just be reasonable and talk to me?"

You took a deep breath, staring at your empty glass. You wet your lips with your tongue before looking at him. “I Already told you how this situation bothers me and I know I shouldn't have gotten involved with you. But there's nothing I can do. You are the person who has to make a decision here, not me." you said calmly.

The moment he heard those words he felt like a sharp knife had stabbed him in the heart. You refused to talk to him and he wanted so badly for you two to work out. The marriage was already over so there was nothing stopping him from just ending it now and being with you. But now it all came crashing down on him when you said that there was nothing you could do. His eyes were locked into yours as he stood up from the chair and walked up very close to you, looking down at your face. "I already made my choice," he said softly "this whole time you were the one for me."

"I don't believe you." you said looking right at his eyes.

"Just let me show you." His eyes were filled with pain and desperation, he wasn't planning to let you get away this easily. "I'll do anything to prove to you that it was more than sex. How can you say you have feelings for me and then just shut me down at the same time? It doesn't make sense and I know you still have feelings for me too. You can't deny that. Please, let us talk about this."

"The only thing I know is that while we're having this conversation, you're still married to her. And until that ends, I won't fall for your charms again." You said decidedly. "You want me? You'll have me the day you sign the divorce papers. Until then, don't touch me." I got up.

His heart skipped a beat the moment you put the conditions so easily. "So... So you're saying you will take me back... Once I sign the papers?"

"If you sign the papers."

The excitement he felt at that moment was unbearable. He could already see the two of you together and living as a real couple. "I will." he said firmly, not even hesitating a bit.

Seconds later, they heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Your mother's figure appeared in the kitchen, smiling. "Hey, what are you guys doing? Drinking? Pour me another glass because we need to celebrate." She said laughing, grabbing a glass for herself. "I got promoted at work." She said. That whole situation, you needed to put a smile on my face. "Congratulations, Mom."

The both of you had to act like there was nothing wrong between you two and it would be one of the hardest things to do right now. Your mother was being way too happy and had her full attention on the two of you. It was impossible to have a serious conversation now or to leave. She just had the best news and she deserved to be happy so you both had to act as if nothing was wrong and nothing was about to change.

"I'd like to stay to celebrate, but Ryan asked me out today. So I'd better go." you said taking short steps towards the door.

"Oh come on, can't you stay for at least a little bit?" your mother said. “Your Father is coming to celebrate too, he will be home soon.” She was excited to celebrate, it was odd that you were just leaving all of a sudden, The idea of you going out with Ryan made him feel like he was going to throw up.

"it's just a little celebration, it'll be fun." Graves tried to stay calm, not wanting to show the jealous in his eyes. "Once we finish, i'll take you to him."

You looked into his eyes. "No need, I'll take a cab." Phillip has no right to be jealous of me. You thought.

"I insist." He replied firmly "I'll take you."

"I'm just going to take a quick shower and come back." Your mother said going upstairs, leaving you and Graves alone again.

"And i said that i don't need you to take me, Phillip."

He was fighting the urge to scream internally. His fists clenched tight and he had to force his mouth from saying things that he would regret. "just listen to me for a minute. I know you don't need me to take you, ok? Just let me do it. I insist."

"Why? Just so you know where I'm going? For what? So you can show up there and ruin my date?”

The words were cutting him like a knife. He didn't even deny the reasons you gave him because they were true, he was going to ruin the date. He was jealous and you just made him acknowledge it. "Yes... That's why."

"You can't do that. I already told you, I will be yours the day you sign the divorce papers, until then, you will not touch me. But other guys will. Because if you can fuck her, I can fuck other guys."

That hit him like a bullet to the chest. Your words hurt him way more than if you had just slapped his face. The jealousy and the anger were making him furious, to realize that you could possibly meet other men made him feel sick to death. He couldn't let that happen, he wanted you, only you. Suddenly a wave of anger invaded his body and Phillip let his intrusive thoughts control him. He grabbed your throat and pushed you against the fridge, putting one hand behind your head so it wouldn't hit the fridge and hurt you. His breathing became heavy, and he placed his forehead against yours, lowering his face to your neck, smelling you, smelling your scent before pressing himself against you, trapping you between him and the refrigerator. He moistened his lips and pressed them together, alternating his gaze between your eyes and your mouth before focusing on your eyes.

"If you ever let another man touch you, I will kill them."

You couldn't help feeling excited by his actions, your entire body shivering with his words, the possessiveness that you had never seen in his eyes gave him even more charm and the desire you had to open your legs for him and let him ravishes you was almost uncontrollable. But you wouldn't let him think he was in control. “I don’t believe you.” You provoked him.

"You will." he hissed between his teeth, his voice sounding threatening as he pressed his lips and caressed your neck, with this eyes locked onto yours. You started to feel dizzy from his touch, and the smell of whiskey was heavy on his breath. His mouth was so close to yours and it made you feel so hot and weak. His body was pressing even harder against yours, and the air was becoming thick to breath. "I own you." he whispered against your lips "Don't you forget that." He said before kissing you passionately.

You felt like he had manipulated you, but when his lips met your, you forgot everything, your mind went blank and you could only press your body against his, desperate for more contact. Moaning against his lips, your hands went to his hair, and Graves's free hand went to your thigh, lifting it and fitting between your legs. His kiss was aggressive and breathtaking, and his right hand squeezed your throat using the right pressure to not leave you completely breathless, while his left hand stuck his fingers into your skin, the pain causing you more pleasure.

Your moans sent him over the edge, causing his grip to become tighter, his movements becoming rough and his kiss more urgent. As his fingers pressed into your skin you felt the intense sensation of his hand exploring your body. The combination of the pain and pleasure was making you feel all sorts of feelings that you never felt before. His mouth was still locked with yours and the sensation of him kissing you was getting more and more intense. Your mind was starting to blur and there was nothing else but the sensation of his touch and your body. He was getting close to kissing your neck and exploring everything and the thought of him exploring your body like this was making you shiver in pleasure and anticipation. He was losing control over you and he was making you his, there was no other way to explain it. He didn't think about anything else in that particular moment but being as rough as he wanted with you. His hands squeezed your skin and your body with all his force, not stopping till he felt like he had drained the last drop of your pleasure and desire for him.

Your cell phone started ringing on the counter, looking over Phillip's shoulder you could see that the caller ID was Ryan’s name. "I need to answer."

The ringing of your phone was the last thing he wanted to hear. He was so consumed by his desire to make you his again that the thought of another man calling your phone, or you answering it, was causing him pure rage. A wave of jealousy started to overwhelm him. Ryan, he couldn't stand the thought of your date still happening. He had to do something to stop it. And he would.

Graves didn't waste any more time, he let go of your throat, and unbuttoned his own pants and lowered them along with his underwear just enough for his hard cock to be free, he took advantage of the fact that your thigh was still around his waist and slipped his hand under your dress, pushing your panties to the side before pushing his cock into your soaked entrance, making you moan loudly as he filled you completely. He started to pound hard against you, so hard that the fridge behind you was shaking and banging against the wall behind it. It was impossible to control your moans, throwing your head back with your eyes closed, the feeling of being filled by him was too strong and you could barely breathe without letting out a grunt of pleasure.

Phillip smiled, ecstatic at that scene, seeing you so at his mercy. He then reached back, taking your cell phone, and without stopping his thrusts, he answered it. "(y/n)'s cell phone, who is it?" He asked and you immediately opened your eyes, widening them, letting out a loud moan when he gave a hard thrust, hitting your spot. You couldn't think of anything, you didn't even try to take the cell phone from his hand.

"Who are you?" The male voice on the other end of the line asked harshly.

"Do you hear that noise, asshole?" Graves said through gritted teeth. "That's the sound of my cock making (y/n) cum. Don't ever call her again, she already has an owner." And so he turned off the cell phone, throwing it on the floor and using his arm to hug the you, kissing you furiously while thrusting with speed, strength and skill. Graves grabbed your other thigh, pulling towards his waist having complete control of the situation, grunting and thrusting into your pussy like it was the end of the world.

And it didn't take long for both of you to reach climax.

You were breathing heavy, trying to normalize, your hearts beating in sync, sweat running down your bodies.

"What the fuck did you just do?" you asked, your arms Around his neck, hyperventilating.

"Nothing" he replied between his breaths "I'm just letting him know to stay away from you. I just claimed what was mine. I don't need another man bothering you." His breath was heavy and his voice was still filled with anger.He was leaning his body towards yours, his breathing was extremely heavy and you could feel his breath hitting your face, making you shiver. "That was a very pleasant feeling." He said with some difficulty, his voice was rough and his breath was full of desperation. "Do you know what else is going to be a very pleasant feeling? I will break anyone who dares come near you and that includes Ryan there. You are mine and mine only you hear me?" he said pressing his head into the side of your neck.

"Yeah, i hear you." You whispered. All your defenses were down and you felt like you were fucked.

A wave of pleasure and excitement had overwhelmed him and the thought of you giving in to him had made him feel so strong that he couldn't contain himself. "Good girl" he then began kissing your neck and caressing your back, pulling you towards him. You felt his finger trail down the back of your leg and pull up your dress. This was a feeling you loved and it made the both of you want each other even more. If only he could make you feel this way all the time...

"Fuck! My mom is upstairs." A wave of realization washed over and you pushed Phillip away, feeling his juices spill down your thighs. "Shit, if she finds us like this, she's going to be pissed." I picked up my phone from the floor. "Damn, what if she heard?"

"Shhh... She didn't hear anything." his voice was whispering close to your ear. The thought of your mother walking into this scene made him nervous as well, he didn't want to make this situation worse. "Just go to your room and clean yourself up. I'll clean the floor here." he replied hastily as he pulled up his pants and buttoned them. His body was sweating and his breathing was still heavy due to the intense pleasure the two of you had just experienced. "But don't even try to sneak out of your window to go to that stupid date."

"Well, it's not like I can now, you seem to have made it pretty clear to Ryan that I already have someone, he won't ever want to talk to me again, you idiot."

"Good" he grinned, satisfied at the fact that Ryan would no longer be a threat. "Besides, you're better off without him. You would be just another one in his long list of ex's. You don't need that. You need someone who is going to love you and take care of you and I am the only one who can do that."

"I'm not even going to try argue with you right now." you rolled my eyes and runned to the second floor.

While he cleaned up the mess that the two of you made inside the kitchen, he thought about what had just happened. The thought of that guy taking you out on a date and probably trying to do something intimate with you had filled him with so much rage that the thought of him touching you had made him go crazy. The jealousy and the desire had overwhelmed him and you didn't even fight back. You enjoyed every second of it, and he made sure that this feeling would continue and you would never have to worry about anyone else touching you. He smiled, satisfied that you had agreed to cancel your date and that you were going to be at home that night. The feeling that he had accomplished his mission made him want to jump and kick his legs, like a child. He was feeling euphoric and the only thought that was crossing his mind was having you to himself, without any other man in the picture. Graves was finally feeling like a human again.

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[sky-is-the-limit]

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚐, 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚘, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚞𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚎.

[btecboogiez]

⌗ 𓂃 Summertime Sadness 𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅

Jeff Sadecki x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: He’s your new next-door neighbour, and he just so happens to be recently divorced…

CW: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N), NSFW!! , p in v sex, reader on birth control is implied, p#rn with plot.

A/N: I wrote this for a friend and decided to post it here! I’ve never wrote this stuff before so I hope you like it! <3

WC: 1.8K

jeff sadecki. your next-door-neighbour. the day he moved in, you went over to introduce yourself and ended up finding out about his recent divorce. he told you all about his homocidal ex-wife and how he just had to get away from all of it. the next day, you went over to help him with unpacking, just like how a good neighbour should. you were wearing a flowery little sundress that hugged your curves in all the right ways. the skirt of the dress, which was just covering what it needed to, was flowing in the warm summers breeze as you walked next door to jeff’s house.

you knocked on the door softly, waiting for a response. he opens the door and his hair is sweaty & messy. he’s clearly been busy. he smiles and invites you inside. “watch the boxes, they’re everywhere!” he says, shifting a large box out of the way so you can come inside properly. you walk in and take in the scene of the main room. boxes are stacked everywhere and there is trash bags right next to the front door. he has music playing through a little bluetooth speaker. system of a down is playing. “nice music taste.” you say, smiling.

“oh uh- thank you miss..” he smiles back, clearly a little flustered by your compliment. “should we get started on the boxes?” you ask. he nods and you two get to work. as you unpack, you both chat and tell eachother about your lives. quite a few hours pass and it’s almost midnight by the time you finish unpacking and organising his stuff. you sit down on his couch, sighing in relief. “thank jesus we are finished.” he flops down next to you and sighs aswell. “i should be heading home…” you say reluctantly, not exactly wanting to leave jeff, even if you live right next to eachother.

“i’ll walk you home..” he insists, standing back up again and opening his front door. the cool night air rushes in, causing you to shiver slightly. as you walk down his driveway, his hand finds itself on the small of your back. you look up to him and he smiles back. once you are at your place, he observes you walk inside, making sure you are okay and safe. you say your goodbyes and when you are finally inside and you lock your door, you sigh loudly and talk to yourself as you take your shoes off.

you walk upstairs before putting some grey sweatpants and a black tank top on. you tie your hair up, wanting to keep it out of your face for sleeping. you snuggle into your duvet and drift off to sleep.

his hands are touching your body lightly, his lips littering soft kisses along where his hands just were. his touch is like fire as he caresses your hips. “you look so pretty like this… all whored out for me…”. his voice is dominant yet soft. his fingers find the hem of your sweatpants, pulling them down. you lift your hips to aid his efforts to strip you. once he has your sweatpants off, he throws them somewhere in the room, just like he did with his shirt and pants. he spots your underwear. it’s a pale pink with lace covering it. he rubs the pad of his thumb against the wet patch on your panties, causing you to arch your back and softly whimper.

his fingers hook the gusset of your slutty underwear and pull it to the side, revealing your soaking cunt. “so wet for me sweetie, and you’ve only just met me…”. you blush hard at his words ; your whole body is white hot with lust and need. “please jeff…” you plead with him, needing more. he lets his index finger slide in and out of your wet folds, gathering your slick before pushing it inside of you. you moan out softly and your hands grip his broad shoulders, your nails digging in. he curls his finger, pressing against your sweet spot lightly before adding a second finger, stretching you even more. he pumps them in and out of your drenched hole, drinking in your soft and needy moans. “good girl… taking my fingers so well for me…” he coos in your ear. you feel that familiar feeling growing in your gut. “jeff… please i’m so close..!” you tell him and feel his fingers curl even more, his mouth moving down to suck on your clit.

as soon as his soft lips make contact with your sensitive nub, your whole body goes white hot. your toes curl and your eyes screw shut. you cry out his name, gripping his blonde hair tightly as you cum around his fingers. he slows down a little, letting you ride your high out. he pulls away from your soaked pussy and pull his throbbing cock out from his boxers before taking them off completely. he lines himself up with your drenched entrance and then-

your alarm goes off.

you open your eyes and groan, looking down at your body. your sweatpants are down to your knees and your hand is inside your underwear. your fingers are drenched so you slowly pull them out before getting up and plod to the bathroom. you wash your hands, your mind still spinning with the thoughts of your dream. you take a shower and can’t help but think about what it would be like with jeff. his muscles covered in droplets of water, his hips hitting against your ass, his whimpers as he gets close, his dick rubbing against-

you decide to stop thinking about him. you climb out of the shower and start to get ready. you have a towel wrapped around you, covering your ass almost perfectly. you start to brush your teeth when you hear a knock at the door downstairs. you hurry and open the door before spotting jeff. you blush bright red when you see him, feeling shameful about the thoughts you had about him previously. “good morning miss,” he says, smiling at you, “did i catch you at a bad time?”.

“uh- no, not at all!” you laugh a little, inviting him inside and letting him sit down on the couch in the main room. “give me 10 minutes and i’ll be back down here..!” you say before rushing upstairs and getting dressed. you put on a white, button up shirt and some low rise blue flare jeans. you then put on your slippers and glasses on. jeff wonders what is taking so long and walks upstairs. he watches you do your makeup from the bathroom door. once you finish putting your mascara on, you spot him and jump a little.

“jeff! you gave me a fright.” your hand is placed on your chest, trying to calm yourself down. “sorry honey.” he says, smiling as he always does. you feel yourself blush bright red and you loose your composure for a second. he smiles again, but it’s more cheeky this time. “are you done darlin? i’m getting impatient over here.” he says, his voice laced with a teasing tone. i nod and walk out of the bathroom and downstairs with jeff following me. we sit in the main room on the couch. “so jeff, why did you come over..?” i smile, trying not to touch him or kiss him.

“i wanted to speak to you about something actually…” he sounds nervous as he speaks, his voice shaking slightly. he collects himself and continues. “are you single?” the question shocks you a little but you answer. “yes i am. why do you ask?” he blushes and leans in a little. “because i like you. i like you a lot…” you feel your face go red-hot and you are convinced he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. “kiss me jeff..” your voice is quiet and sultry. he leans in and kisses you. you open your mouth slightly as you kiss and his tongue slips inside. you whimper into the kiss and his large hands cup your cheeks as you make out. the kiss slowly grows more hungry and passionate as he pulls you onto his lap.

“jeff…” you plead, grinding against him lightly. he groans and grasps your hips tightly, almost leaving bruises. he picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist as he walks upstairs and throws you onto your bed. he pulls his shirt off and his torso looks exactly like you dreamt it would. you get to work unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your lacy bra. you purposely put on your best lingerie, hoping something like this would happen.

he gasps softly, his hands moving to caress your chest. he unclips your bra and drops it onto the floor next to your bed. his fingers drag over your hard nipples, causing you to whimper and whine under his touch. his hands move down your sides and unbutton your jeans, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. he kisses you again. the kiss is sloppy and needy as his finger hooks the gusset of your panties, pulling it to the side. he leans down and mumbles against your wet cunt before licking long stripes up and down. “so wet for me baby…”. he sucks on your clit before pushing the tip of his tongue into your entrance. he repeats these two montions until your legs are shaking around his head and your hand is grasping his hair.

you feel yourself grow close to your orgasm. it hits you suddenly and your whole body shakes as white spots cloud your vision. you cry out for jeff, hoping he’ll slow down so he doesn’t overstimulate you. he pulls off of your soaked pussy and fumbles to take his pants & boxers off. once they are off, his hard cock hits his stomach. the tip is leaking pre-cum, so ready to be inside you. “are you okay with this..?” he asks before lining himself up with you. “

yes.. please fuck me jeff..” you consent and he pushes into you slowly. you gasp softly. “fuck- so tight honey..” he whimpers and starts to move slowly. you grasp his shoulders as he pumps in and out of you. he speeds up and you clench around him, moaning out for him desperately. “you gonna come baby? c’mon.. come for me honey..” his hips start to stutter and you can tell he’s about to come. “c’mon baby, c’mon baby, c’mon baby…” you finally come, clenching around his cock like a vice. he spills into you, groaning and thrusting a little.

your foreheads touch and you both sigh out. he kisses your lips softly, this time with love and not lust. you both smile and jeff breaks the silence. “you did so well for me there baby..” he hissed as he pulls out of you. he gets up and grabs a washcloth from your bathroom, cleaning you up. once you are clean, he snuggles up behind you, not caring it’s only 1pm. you smile and thank him for such a good start to your morning. as your bare bodies touch, you can’t help but blush. you both fall asleep quickly in eachothers arms, just like how lovers do.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my attempt at smut! i think i got a little lazy near the end but i hope it’s good enough! <3

[wisecreatorprofessorwolf]

Such A Good Boy, Who's a Good boy.

I haven't written much recently. I've had a lot to deal with recently healthwise, I'm hoping to post a bit more often. Possibly during the week too.

todays post will be for Jeff Sadecki from Yellowjackets. I'm hoping to write a lot of stories about this babygirl and his fondest times with YN and their kinky adventures.

so this fic is inspired but an ask I sent anonymously to fortheb0ys, I'd recently gotten into Yellowjackets from reading their work, and I was quickly hooked

Now the thing about Jeff, was he didn't get to explore kinks or try new things in the bedroom with his ex wife Shauna, that was until he met YN.

Jeff learned that he was into a lot of different kinks. Jeff thinks about the time he tried Puppy play.

FLASHBACK

While YN was at his company meeting, Jeff knew YN hated company meetings of any kind so he decides he's going to try and make YN's day just a bit better. He wanders around their shared private property naked most of the time, because he's a good boy and wants to make his boyfriend happy.

he reaches a dark room containing some of their special collection of toys and gear, their growing collection ranging from the sex swings, to the floggers. Jeff reaches to dog hoods and dog tail dildos, he longs long and hard over each one, till he decides on the just a simple golden retriever eared headband, and the matching dildo, which was one of the thickest but Jeff wasn't worried about the stretch or pain, he liked it, especially YN's thickness.

Jeff slides the toy in with ease and sits the headband on his head.

Now Jeff waits eagerly on his hands and knees. once YN arrives he instantly perks up at the sight before him. Jeff cutely waiting for him.

"Awww what a good boy" Jeff taps his hands on the ground and woofs. suddenly preening and howling when YN's hand strokes his hair.

"Who's my good boy?" Jeff intantly barks and nestles his head against YN's thigh " YN begins to walk towards the couch loosening his tie as Jeff follows and sits between YN's legs, head resting on YN's thigh as they lock eyes.

"bad day at work pup, but you always make it better baby" YN leans down to kiss Jeffs forehead then tilts his head up to kiss his lips. The kiss was messy and passionate as Jeff lapped up the attention. As the kiss parts YN shows Jeff the tie all Jeff did was nod furiously, knowing were this was going.

"Ok pup now for the collar" YN wraps his tie round Jeffs neck, Jeff suddenly buries his face in YN's pants lapping at the bulge.

"What a good boy, you know exactly what to do don't ya?" Jeff nods against YN's bulge "Ok pup you can have ya treat just let me remove my pants." Jeff ignores YN and grips the zipper between his teeth and drags it down looking directly into YN's lust blown eyes, with that YN removed his pants, Jeff slid them away. All that was left were the underwear, Jeff rubbed his face all over the heated fabric inhaling YN's scent, that raw musk was like a drug to him. Jeff begins pawing over YN's underwear "Ok i get the hint baby I'm removing them now" and with that YN removed them finally YN. Jeff finally had access to his treat he began with featherlight licks over the prominent vein and licked up to the tip, licking over the slit, taste buds bursting with the sweet and salty taste of YN's precum. Jeff's eyes almost roll at the taste, licking harder till with out warning suddenly swallows YNs cock whole lips stretched around YN's thick hardness, tongue twisting and flicking over the sensitive appendage lapping every drop of pre that is released.

YN's hands stroke Jeffs hair from his face "Such a good boy, your my good boy" Jeffs eyes roll back as YN begins face fucking him moaning and gagging around YN's cock, till tears pricked his eyes, Jeff enjoys this the strain of his jaw as he gets used like a toy. soon drool is just leaking from the seams of Jeff's lips, all of a sudden Jeff's head is held down all the way and feels a thickness explode as he's raised up that is when he fully tastes that sweet tangy cum he's become addicted to, filling his mouth, shooting rope after rope over his tongue, Jeff's eye roll yet again from the taste alone, there really nothing quite like it. jeff settles with the tip of YN's cock in his mouth licking over it, cleaning it. YN strokes Jeffs sweaty hair and removes the headband "You're such a good boy Jeff" Jeff whines when YN removes the headband "It's ok puppy you're my good boy ill put it back on now" which YN does to Jeff's relief, he then pulls away from YN's cock and turns away and lowers his head and raises his his ass presenting himself. With that YN felt himself harden, all that could be heard were Jeffs moans and whines as he shakes his ass.

Till YN's larges hands hold him in place, massaging Jeff's ass watching as his hole is sucking the dildo, with a firm tug YN removes the toy without warning causing Jeff to cum across the floor with a whorish moan, Jeff looks over his shoulder to see YN's dark predatory eyes boring into his body like he was prey, he quickly looks away as YN stares intently on Jeffs pucker twitching and fluttering as he breathes, suddenly Jeff moans when he feels YN's tongue over his entrance the wetness of YN's tongue as it glides over the rim and into his puckering hole caused Jeff to throw his hands back over YN's head. YN remained in Jeffs grip using Jeff's moans as guidance.

YN tapped Jeffs hands to release him, Jeff's hole now with a slick shine to it was more than ready for YN's cock, with that in mind YN gave himself a few extra tugs. Slowly YN slides his cock inside Jeff, causing him to throw his hips back on YN's cock, moaning desperately, wanting more. YN began to pick up the pace and increasing the roughness meeting Jeffs trust backs.

all that could be heard were moans, panting and skin slapping, Jeff almost choked as his head his pulled up by the tie he almost forgot he was wearing. How could he forget the tie YN wrapped round him as a leash. Jeff chocked being raised up to meet the hot chest of YN feeling YN lick, suck and bite his sensitive neck, he turns to heatedly kiss YN their heated passion boiling over it was all so much, that Jeff came again causing a small puddle to have formed on the floor. As the kiss breaks YN bites harshly into Jeff's neck causing a faint metalic taste of blood to hit his tongue but Jeff suddenly tightens up milking YN for all he had as hot thickness fills him to the brim.

YN slowly kisses the bite " you are such are good boy Jeff, Who's a good boy?" Jeff face down tilts his head to look at YN " Woof I'm the good boy" with that YN gives Jeff's ass a light spank and pulls his cock out to the mesmerizing sight of Jeff's gaped cream filled hole.

Jeff whines suddenly from the emptiness but also when YN lifts him about effortlessly to the couch, YN sensed this times like this Jeff wanted to stay in the moment as long as possible so he sat down and lowered Jeff's loose dripping hole down on to his cock causing Jeff to moan and nuzzle closer to YN's heated body. Snug and plugged with YN.

Feel free to like, repost and leave comments.

if you would like to suggest any kinks you want me to write for this babygirl leave them in the comments, I have a few in mind already but I'll happily take some suggestions too.

[reveluving]

make it double (headcanons i) ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki

warnings: s~mut (minors DNI!), mentions of injuries, past bullies have NOTHING on the three of you, overall, loads of fluff!

a/n: main fic is still in the works, and just so you know, I've made quite satisfying progress! I love them too much, so have some headcanons as a little gift from me to you! I recommend reading this before continuing, they take place anytime after the main fic! & pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» interested in more of the series? find it here & here!

smut includes: mm4f relationship (no incest), phil & jeff are soft (+ occasionally mean) doms, mentions of phone s~ex, dirty talk,praise kink, unprotected s~ex (p in v), dp; blindfold, cunnilingus, nipple play, spitting & licking, risqué polaroids, aftercare—the whole shebang!

You or Phil refusing to return to Wiskayok without the other. If you have to stay back a day or two to finish your work, Phil is staying too, and vice versa. No question. You'll help each other out, even if only the two of you remain in the office. His office is a dream; overlooking the city at night as you'd chat and banter and make out. 

Jeff never forgets to order your favourite milkshake at the town’s diner, whether for takeout or if you're coming over a little later. He doesn't even ask, he just gets it for you. 

You and Phil helping out or hanging out with Jeff at his store every once in a while. Jeff doesn't let it happen often, because the business can get pretty slow and he doesn't want to bore you. But when you do stop by, the day passes faster and if it really is just the three of you, you take the opportunity to be freaky in the storeroom.

Phil taking your hands in his and feeling them whenever he's sitting next to you. If they feel particularly dry/rough, he'll instinctively take the travel pack of moisturizer out of your pocket, warm the cream between his palms before rubbing it onto your hands.

Cooking nights! On days when it's Jeff's turn to work the kitchen, you tag along. He trusts you with most of the duties, but nothing more than cutting and preparing the ingredients when it comes to Phil. You don't mind it though, it still gives you all the chances to ogle at their arms whenever they roll up their sleeves. 

Phil can cook to some degree, though he’s not as versatile as his brother. And as siblings, they’d argue over the smallest things, though they’re never serious… most of the time. You, on the other hand, find it hilarious, seeing Phil trying to defend himself (“they’re good ‘nough!”) while he goes back and forth with his brother over the pettiest things like poorly chopped veggies (“are you kidding me?!”)

But we can’t not acknowledge Phil’s barbecue skills! From the well-seasoned proteins to the heartiest sides, rest assured, your plates of smokey goodness are in good hands, regardless of your diet!

+ Each time they walk past you from behind, expect them to steal a few kisses; on your lips, shoulder, the nape of your neck, or cheek!

Grocery shopping! Mama knows all of you don't need to go, but she prefers not to separate any of you. Imagine if you're having a hard time picking between two cereals, so you ask the brothers’ opinions. Despite the one-year age gap, they have and use their ‘twin’ telepathy to simultaneously agree on the one they know you'd respond more positively to.

If you know/picked up a new language, please know that the brothers will take advantage of it. Immensely. Phil has already asked you to translate certain words out of the blue, or even documents! He says it’s ‘for work’ but really, he just wants his ears to be blessed by your voice. Say a few sentences and ask him if he’s taking notes or jotting them down instead of listening to you like an audiobook.

Similarly, Jeff buys you novels of the language in question and listens to you just like an audiobook, but in his humble opinion, better. Fret not, he makes sure to read the reviews of the books before buying, so you enjoy reading them just as much as he and his brother do listening to you.

If you return from your latest mission with an injury, then Phil dresses your wounds while Jeff buys you the necessary antibiotics/medicine.

+ Mama makes your favourites and will not listen to your protests. Be careful though; if she finds you doing any heavy-duty activities, be prepared to receive the Southern scolding of a lifetime.

Because Jeff likes to shave off his facial hair completely, whereas Phil prefers to keep his stubble, you have different routines for the two! While they usually take place on different days, if they happen to clash, they play this little game over who gets your attention more. A little peck on your shoulder, and you're turning around to shoot Phil a playful glare. Or a quick touch of the small of your back, and you're playfully swatting Jeff’s hand so his brother wouldn't leave with a bald patch.

They adore each and every pleasurable reaction you display. Still, one of their absolute favourites is when you try to hide yourself by turning your head to the side as one brother eats you out, circling their tongue on your clit. Encouraging you to suffocate them with their hands gripping your legs. 

In contrast, the other holds you from behind, licking a stripe between your neck and shoulder, either, growling, making fun of your little moans, or whispering the nastiest words known to man into your ear. Unless you use your safeword, don't even think about running away from their arms.

Putting a blindfold on you and making you guess which brother is sucking on your neck, running their hands down your stomach or even kissing up your leg. Each time you get it wrong, they either tug at your tits, bite down on your neck just a tad harder or slap your inner thigh. Anywhere but your pussy.

Risqué polaroids; a classic mention in my works! Phil already has a few, his favourite is the photo of you sitting on his office chair in nothing more than a lacey lingerie, your face partially covered with your hands and one of Phil’s Rolex watches loosely clasped around your wrist. Because Phil had requested you in such, it was only fair to allow Jeff to decide as well. 

So, after weeks of thinking, he opted for you draped in one of his dress shirts, posing with your face half-hidden in a pillow. Like his brother, the sacred polaroid is hidden in the deepest slots of his wallet.

Phil has shown him the other polaroids, too; the kinds that would give their Mama a heart attack if she ever got hold of it. Since then, taking pictures of you has become a thing whenever you fool around behind closed doors.

Jeff sending you videos of him playing with his cock whenever you're out of town the same way Phil does if your deployment requires your team and his to split up. Jeff’s videos usually begin where he’s mid-pumping, head tilting back on the bed while Phil’s is moving his hands up and down ever so slowly as he slurs out your name, looking directly into the camera with an intense stare as beads of cum leak out little by little.

+ Bonus if you spot a polaroid of you in the video/call!

Aftercare with the two is a dream; soft kisses around your body, sweet reassurances and praises in your ear, and more. When one tends to you, the other fetches the necessary, be it damp towels, a refreshing cup of water, or even pillows and blankets. 

Even if one has an emergency to attend to, the other will stay and keep you company—God forbid if both sides of you grow cold. Nothing is more valuable than seeing you extra comfortable, even in your most vulnerable state. 

Becoming the talk of the town after a few of Mama’s friends shared the time they visited her house and saw photos of the three of you recently framed and decorating the wall/coffee table. Some find it cute, already considering you high school sweethearts despite no explicit confirmations of your relationship. Some despise it, but nobody dares to voice it out unless they want Phil to catch word of it.

Absolutely surprising the familiar faces around town when they actually see you, be it your friends like Crystal, who squealed and pulled you into a hug when you bumped into her, or foes like anyone who pestered and looked down upon you for somehow being close friends with the brothers at the time. 

Funnily enough, the boys enjoy the latter just a little more compared to the former since it gives them the chance to show you off. Rub your strength and successes in their face without even doing much other than treating you the way you deserve.

+ Imagine one of those ‘POV you’re at the airport, passing by international students’ videos but the three of you are the ‘snazzy’ (or read: doing something better with your lives) students and the bullies just stand there tearing up in shame BYEEE

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

a/n: i love these three + mama so MUCH????? FAWK ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

MiD taglist ♡ : @unicorngirly1 @teddy2510 @ashableketchup

[jackiesnats]

Would yall judge me if I wrote jeff sadecki smut 😔

[cupids-fiction]

Jeff Sadecki x OC Chapter 4!

Name: I Know You Will

Fandom: YellowJackets

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None apply

Ships: Jeff Sadecki/Male!OC, Jeff/Shauna, Jeff/Jackie (past)

Characters: Jeff, Male!OC, Shauna, Jackie, Jackie’s parents, Callie Sadecki, Dog!OC(s)

Major Tags: Infidelity, Cheating, Gay relationship, OC/Canon, smut mentioned, non-explicit, double timeline

Notes:

Some chapters set in 1996, some in 2022 <3

Mentions JackieShauna like once in ch2 but not a major thing

[gothghostiie]

For your Yellowjackets links. :)

A coffee shop opens up next to his furniture store, so out of curiosity, he goes. He meets the loveliest barista, reader, and can't help but come in every day for the rest of the month. Slowly, Jeff comes to the realization of his feelings for reader, which are only made worse when reader hands him their number. He struggles to juggle his feelings for reader and his wife, which leads him to a drunk night in bed with reader.

would you believe me if i told you I never read nor wrote a coffeeshop au

cw: Jeff is his own warning let's be real, cheating, drunk sex, little bit of manhandling, overstimulation, y/n is used once, gn!reader

He didn't want this to happen, none of it. all he wanted was a coffee. he thought it would be nice to have a coffee shop nearby, in case he forgot his at home or didn't have the time, but now he's cursing himself for ever going there. he's laying awake at night while Shauna is out and about, at her beloved bookclub. and he's here, thinking about you. about the way you move, the way you eyes light up when he flashes you a smile, your sweet voice, your smile - he can't get you out of his head. he's desperate, he wants to forget, he loves Shauna, he married Shauna and yet.. yet here you are. in his head, seeping into his thoughts again and again. his fingers are itching to text you, to call you, knowing damn well he has your number.

he can't, he knows he can't. he shouldn't. he wants to throw his phone across the room, but instead he gets up, grabbing the house keys. he leaves a note on the fridge, telling Shauna he's out with Randy, to not wake up, even telling her he hopes she had a nice time at bookclub. he leaves, walking around, lost. he's trying to forget you, walk until he can leave the thought of you behind somewhere, but it doesn't work. his feet carry him into some bar, he almost automatically sits on one of the chairs, ordering a whiskey. he downs it, making a face; he fucking hates whiskey. but he gets another one. and another one. then some more. enough until he's drunk enough to call you.

you pick up with confusion, he never called or texted before, its a strangers number here; but somehow you feel the need to pick up. "hello?"

"...hey." is all he can force out. he wants to throw up, it might just be the whiskey though.

"Jeff?" you ask, a hint of excitement in your voice, he has to chuckle as he imagines your pretty face light up.

"Yeah. How you doin'?" he's softly muttering smalltalk with you, like its not almost 10pm on a random day and he's calling you, clearly drunk.

"hey, why did you call?" you finally ask, your tone soft and friendly, instead of condescending. he feels like his heart might explode.

"I.." he trails off. why did he call you? because he's an idiot who can't get you out of his head? he can't very well say that. he thinks, but his lips do the job for him. "I need to see you."

silence. it feels like years to him when it's only about 5 seconds.

"you.. need to see me? now?"

"now.. please.." his voice carries a pathetic tone. he's desperate and you know it, just like you know he's drunk. you hesitate, but ultimately decide you can't leave him wherever he is right now.

"where are you? I'll pick you." he feels his heart come up his throat as he murmurs the name of the bar. convienetly close, you think before grabbing your car keys. "stay put, I'll be there in a minute." you drive there, its a 5 minute drive. you're nervous, you want nothing but to see him again. when you park and step out of the car he's already outside, leaning against the wall. you smile. "Hey." is all you can muster, before he almost storms at you.

"y/n.." he mutters while practically throwing himself at you, hands gripping around your hips tightly, as if to make sure you're real. "you.. you're here.."

you blush and chuckle, holding onto him. "yea.." he has to fight the urge to kiss you, so do you. instead you lead him to the car and help him in, then drive to your place. the stairs are a mess to walk up with him, it's filled with giggles and a few almost accidents. but when you make it upstairs and he waits for you to unlock the door, he almost can't contain himself. he wants to push you up against the door, take you right then and there but - all he does is stare at your form. he follows you quietly, dropping on the couch while you get him water. "are you okay?" you ask, he almost chokes as he drinks.

"y-yea. I'm good. I'm good." he coughs, putting the glass aside. "I just... fuck, i needed to see you." the words start spilling out and he can't seem to stop them. "I can't stop thinking about you, you're always on my mind I- I think I might go fucking insane." his voice drops at the end, he leans towards you. the curse makes you flinch, eyes wide as you listen to his ramble.

"jeff, I-"

"please.. jesus christ, I need you. please let me have you. just this once." he slurs his words, reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you closer, you don't resist; not one bit. you couldn't even if you wanted to. now you stand there, staring at him, his confession heavy in the air as you try to make a decision, but the way he looks up at you takes the decision from you. you nod quietly, his eyes light up. "really?" he whispers, standing up, your bodies almost touching.

"yes. really." you confirm with a chuckle, he can barely contain himself. the hand on your wrist pulls you flush against his body, other hand cupping the back of your head as he presses his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. you can taste the whiskey as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, holding you close so you can't escape - not that you want to - like he's scared you might take off any second. sloppy kisses turn into fully making out like two teenagers, with him on the couch and you halfway in his lap, grabbing the back of the couch behind him for support. his hands wander over your clothes until they find the hem of your shirt, warm fingers snaking under the fabric and grabbing your waist, squeezing the flesh to make sure you're real. a soft gasp escapes you, forehead against his. "j-jeff.." is all you can choke out, voice shaky and desperate. its all he needs.

"fuck.." in a swift motion he forces you onto the couch, hand holding the back of your head so you don't bump it against the hard armrest. the other hand is pinning you down while his lips start to wander over your neck, kisses turning into bites, turning into sucking on your skin, leaving hickeys in his wake. you're shivering, panting underneath him, your hands finally try to hold onto him; but he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. he's not usually this brave or rough, but he's drunk and he's afraid he might cum in his boxers of you touch him now. your eyes widen, but you don't struggle, rather the opposite. you lean back into the couch and show him he's in control, giving him a nod, a go-ahead. it's all he needs to go on, pinning your wrists with one hand while the other toys with your pants. he refuses any help, he'd rather rip them off if he could. but eventually he manages letting go for a brief second to take off your pantsand underwear in one go, leaving him to see that you need him just as badly.

you blush fiery bright, stammering an apology, but he shakes his head, silencing you with another kiss while one of his hands goes back to pinning your wrists. "shh.. 's okay.." he whispers against your lips. "jus' relax, okay?" you nod a bit, he takes a breath before carefully and slowly pushing a finger into you, wanting to gauge your every reaction as he did. gently easing it in and out as you pant, soon eniugh begging for him to give you more. before you realise it you habe three fingers pushed into your hole, pumping in and out slowly while he kisses your jawline. you're shaking, moaning, almost fucking drooling at the feeling.

"jeff..-" you cut yourself off with a moan. "jeff, please.. just fuck me.." you beg quietly, face flushed in embarrassment. he stops in his tracks for a moment, having to make sure he didn't mishear you there; before grinning. he pulls his fingers out and lets go of your wrists, fiddling with his own pants as you needily tug his shirt upwards. he glances at you and gives you a toothy grin, shaking his head.

"y'want me to take it off?" he murmurs, what a stupid question, you think to yourself.

"please.." you whisper, he follows your wish, his shirt flying across the room and landing in a plant. his fingers go back to his belt, finally managing to open his pants and pulling them down with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring free. your eyes widen a little, he's a bit bigger than you thought; your hole already clenches around nothing. he's with one knee on the couch, the other foot standing on the floor as he slowly strokes himself to the sight of you, sprawled out underneath him.

"you good to go?" he asks gently, rubbing your thigh soothingly as you give him a firm nod. he grins at you again, his canines peeking out as he leans in, hands hooking under your knees and holding them slightly towards your body, tip pressing against your hole and slowly pushing inside you. you gasp loudly, arching your back as your fingers dig into the couch, only when he bottoms out he breathes again. both of you hold still for a moment, savouring the feeling of each other before he smirks a bit and slowly starts thrusting. almost all the way out, just to push himself fully back in. slowly at first, the pace driving you insane - but it's almost worse when he finally does speed up. he grins, biting his lip as he hears the noises falling from your lips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your legs as he keeps going. you're pinned under him as he ruts into you, own hand coming down to play with yourself, chasing your own high. he chuckles at the sight, his grip tightening. "so needy.." the words make you blush in embarrassment, making you pull your hand - just for him to stop you. he quickly snakes his hand from under your knee, pushing your hand back in place. "don't stop.. you look so pretty when you touch yourself like that.." he croons, hand gently leading yours before letting go. his hand finds home on your hip now, thumb rubbing your skin soothingly as his thrusts get sloppier, dripping precum inside you while you clench around him.

"Jeff.." you choke out, followed by a desperate whimper. "I'm so close.. please.. don't stop.." you beg, he chuckles. he holds your hip tighter, keeping up his pace as he fucks you to your orgasm, having to restrain himself from cumming as you fall apart underneath him, moaning amd squirming as he thrusts relentlessly. he doesn't give you a chance to calm down when your high is over, oh no. he leans down closely, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts become erratic, filthy moans falling from his and your lips alike as he chases his own high. your shaky hands grip his shoulders, overstimulation hitting you as tears prick at your eyes. you quietly beg him to cum, not like he needs much convincing. mere moments later he finally pulls out, hand around his cock, trying to mimick the feeling of being inside you and failing miserably; but its enough for him to cum betweem the two of you, covering both your bellies with his sticky, thick sperm. his hand keeps working for a moment before he finally let's off, sinking down onto you.

"you okay?" he mumbles, placing lazy kisses against your skin, hands rubbing your sides gently. all you can do is nod, rubbing his back as he lays on top of you, both of you far too exhausted to stand up before both of you doze off on the couch, still tangled up with each other.

[gothghostiie]

omg hi i’m also FERAL for jeff and the squirting drabble you posted… 🤭😅

ANYWAY jeff fucking his s/o in (semi) public or the car or something mhmm

it’s concerning how i want pathetic men to dom me…

you are amazing btw

thank you🥹 I love writing for him but I it feels like my jeff stuff hardly ever gets any interaction and it kinda demotivates me🫠

and me too dw bestie

jeff isnt usually one to be risky or anything. he likes it slow and steady, taking his time with you and really making love to you. usually.

todays different, apparently. he doesn't know what got into him, neither do you, it was just a late night walk in the park after a sweet little date, but he couldn't keep his hands off of you. hell, he couldn't even wait till you're in the car. no, instead he pulled you between some bushes and trees, quietly begging to bear with him - his tone tells you it's not a question though.

you'll know when your pants are around your ankles, one of his hands grabbing a fist full of your hair, his cock buried deep inside your hole as he makes you arch your back. hips slapping against yours rapidly while he grunts and groans into your ear quietly, whispering soft praises, telling you to keep quiet for him, you dont wanna be caught like that, do you sweetheart?

[gothghostiie]

hiiiii omg i saw ur writing for jeff and i went feral, if i may request....👉👈

him finding out his pretty, perky gf is a squirter at some point and it makes him go absolutely pussy drunk just making out with her slick hole (only if thats ok im so sorry if this is too graphic omgggg i have brainrot apologies)

sweetheart, have you been on my blog??? /lh /nm

cw: fem!reader, squirting, oral, overstimulation, tiny bit of manhandling if you squint, praise

he didn't expect.. that to happen. you were sprawled out underneath him, one leg hooked over his shoulder as he quickly worked his fingers against your gspot, you heard his soft encouragement as he felt you get closer to the edge. he wanted to see you fall apart for him, deciding you needed one last push. his lips wrapped around your swollen, sensitive clit, it was over for you. within mere seconds you felt everything hit you - a loud gasp by a string of apologies as you squirted all over his fingers and arm, even his face.

Jeff was mesmerised to say the least. he had never made any of his partners squirt before; not like that anyway. but God, he knew he needed more. and who are you to deny him? poor you, now lying pinned underneath him, thighs resting on his broad shoulders as his big hands wrapped around your hips, holding them down onto the soaking wet spot on the sheets, tongue tracing around your vulva, pressing into your cunt occasionally.

his face was sticky, you were shaking in his grip, but he didn't let off. "just one more time.. please darling.." he murmured against you, immediately suckling on your clit. you lost count at how many orgasms he had ripped from your body by now, how many times you he made you squirt. yet he couldn't help himself, wanting to see you do it once again. "for me.. you can do it, c'mon.." he pleaded, almost begging you at this point. tears were building in your eyes as you tried to buck your hips, sobbing softly from the overstimulation, but he refused to let go. not until he got what he wanted. his thumbs soothingly rubbed your skin, calming and grounding you a bit.

"shh.. it's okay... you can do it; come on.." he dipped his face into your pussy again, words slurring slightly as he already latched onto you again, making out with your poor, sopping hole until you squited again, the liquid hitting hid shoulder slightly as he leaned up, skilled fingers rubbing your clit all through it. "just like that.. that's a good girl.."

[reveluving]

masterlist ; reve's quirky reverie (fall '24 special!)

“ say, say, say, now, are you ready? ,,

about :

— reve’s quirky reverie returns with bits of winter specials, a collection of the sweet and salacious, the enchanting and just a little bit deranged 🕷

— randomly uploaded between oct & dec! — ❄️*winter specials

pick your poison :

takeshi kovacs x f!reader

(🕷) – isekai au; major fluff ft. lovesick takeshi! [main]

phillip graves x f!reader x jeff sadecki

(🕷) – major fluff; they're sickeningly in love with you, lots of sweet treats & brother bantering! [main]

oj haywood x f!reader

(🕷) – blood (not yours) & smut! [main]

paddy feld x f!reader x max (the resident)

(🕷) - blood (not yours), sweet revenge & smut!

raymond smith x f!reader (bonus!)

(❄️) ‐lovestruck ray, major fluff!

benny miller x f!reader

(❄️) – tooth-rotting fluff! [main]

??? x f!reader

(?) – soon.

this! masterlist is for 18+ only.

disclaimer! as someone who has never experienced fall/snowy winter nor celebrated Halloween/Christmas, I heavily rely on research in my writing (i.e. shows/movies, books). still, I hope you can enjoy my work!

˚ · . missed out on the last one? come & check it out here, or explore the wonders of my blog via the full m.list!

[wisecreatorprofessorwolf]

So recently I’ve been thinking of posting some writing I’ve been inspired and motivated by so many amazing writers.

So if I’m Going to do this I will write for male characters with male/ gn readers

I’d write platonic, fluff and possibly smut.

I will not write any angst I have enough of that in my life to deal with and I won’t write for female readers.

If I get a request please give specifics and details that you would like to see. If there is criticism please keep in it constructive because I want to develop my writing. Please also be aware that I’d like to take my time in my writing, I don’t want to rush or feel pressured so please keep that in mind. Thank you.

I should get to the series and characters I’d write for the list will grow as I go

DC: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Ra’s Al Ghul, John Constantine, Clark Kent

Invincible: Nolan Grayson, Mark Grayson, immortal,

Marvel:

X-Men: Scott Summers, Gambit, Logan, Magneto, Kurt Wagner, Bobby Drake

Avengers: Steve Rogers

TV

Yellowjackets: Jeff Sadecki

Games:

COD: John Price, Phillip Graves

I’ve liked all the different series of X-Men so if you want to request a specific series character I can do that

I’m a very big fan of anime it would be a very long list but I’ll slowly add some at a later time.

Castlevania: Trevor Belmont

[gothghostiie]

I just wrote the most delicious jeff sadecki x reader smut to post tomorrow im praying to the gods the jeff/warren babes will hear my pleas

[gothghostiie]

there's no way I'm letting this rest with 4 likes

For your Yellowjackets links. :)

A coffee shop opens up next to his furniture store, so out of curiosity, he goes. He meets the loveliest barista, reader, and can't help but come in every day for the rest of the month. Slowly, Jeff comes to the realization of his feelings for reader, which are only made worse when reader hands him their number. He struggles to juggle his feelings for reader and his wife, which leads him to a drunk night in bed with reader.

would you believe me if i told you I never read nor wrote a coffeeshop au

cw: Jeff is his own warning let's be real, cheating, drunk sex, little bit of manhandling, overstimulation, y/n is used once, gn!reader

He didn't want this to happen, none of it. all he wanted was a coffee. he thought it would be nice to have a coffee shop nearby, in case he forgot his at home or didn't have the time, but now he's cursing himself for ever going there. he's laying awake at night while Shauna is out and about, at her beloved bookclub. and he's here, thinking about you. about the way you move, the way you eyes light up when he flashes you a smile, your sweet voice, your smile - he can't get you out of his head. he's desperate, he wants to forget, he loves Shauna, he married Shauna and yet.. yet here you are. in his head, seeping into his thoughts again and again. his fingers are itching to text you, to call you, knowing damn well he has your number.

he can't, he knows he can't. he shouldn't. he wants to throw his phone across the room, but instead he gets up, grabbing the house keys. he leaves a note on the fridge, telling Shauna he's out with Randy, to not wake up, even telling her he hopes she had a nice time at bookclub. he leaves, walking around, lost. he's trying to forget you, walk until he can leave the thought of you behind somewhere, but it doesn't work. his feet carry him into some bar, he almost automatically sits on one of the chairs, ordering a whiskey. he downs it, making a face; he fucking hates whiskey. but he gets another one. and another one. then some more. enough until he's drunk enough to call you.

you pick up with confusion, he never called or texted before, its a strangers number here; but somehow you feel the need to pick up. "hello?"

"...hey." is all he can force out. he wants to throw up, it might just be the whiskey though.

"Jeff?" you ask, a hint of excitement in your voice, he has to chuckle as he imagines your pretty face light up.

"Yeah. How you doin'?" he's softly muttering smalltalk with you, like its not almost 10pm on a random day and he's calling you, clearly drunk.

"hey, why did you call?" you finally ask, your tone soft and friendly, instead of condescending. he feels like his heart might explode.

"I.." he trails off. why did he call you? because he's an idiot who can't get you out of his head? he can't very well say that. he thinks, but his lips do the job for him. "I need to see you."

silence. it feels like years to him when it's only about 5 seconds.

"you.. need to see me? now?"

"now.. please.." his voice carries a pathetic tone. he's desperate and you know it, just like you know he's drunk. you hesitate, but ultimately decide you can't leave him wherever he is right now.

"where are you? I'll pick you." he feels his heart come up his throat as he murmurs the name of the bar. convienetly close, you think before grabbing your car keys. "stay put, I'll be there in a minute." you drive there, its a 5 minute drive. you're nervous, you want nothing but to see him again. when you park and step out of the car he's already outside, leaning against the wall. you smile. "Hey." is all you can muster, before he almost storms at you.

"y/n.." he mutters while practically throwing himself at you, hands gripping around your hips tightly, as if to make sure you're real. "you.. you're here.."

you blush and chuckle, holding onto him. "yea.." he has to fight the urge to kiss you, so do you. instead you lead him to the car and help him in, then drive to your place. the stairs are a mess to walk up with him, it's filled with giggles and a few almost accidents. but when you make it upstairs and he waits for you to unlock the door, he almost can't contain himself. he wants to push you up against the door, take you right then and there but - all he does is stare at your form. he follows you quietly, dropping on the couch while you get him water. "are you okay?" you ask, he almost chokes as he drinks.

"y-yea. I'm good. I'm good." he coughs, putting the glass aside. "I just... fuck, i needed to see you." the words start spilling out and he can't seem to stop them. "I can't stop thinking about you, you're always on my mind I- I think I might go fucking insane." his voice drops at the end, he leans towards you. the curse makes you flinch, eyes wide as you listen to his ramble.

"jeff, I-"

"please.. jesus christ, I need you. please let me have you. just this once." he slurs his words, reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you closer, you don't resist; not one bit. you couldn't even if you wanted to. now you stand there, staring at him, his confession heavy in the air as you try to make a decision, but the way he looks up at you takes the decision from you. you nod quietly, his eyes light up. "really?" he whispers, standing up, your bodies almost touching.

"yes. really." you confirm with a chuckle, he can barely contain himself. the hand on your wrist pulls you flush against his body, other hand cupping the back of your head as he presses his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. you can taste the whiskey as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, holding you close so you can't escape - not that you want to - like he's scared you might take off any second. sloppy kisses turn into fully making out like two teenagers, with him on the couch and you halfway in his lap, grabbing the back of the couch behind him for support. his hands wander over your clothes until they find the hem of your shirt, warm fingers snaking under the fabric and grabbing your waist, squeezing the flesh to make sure you're real. a soft gasp escapes you, forehead against his. "j-jeff.." is all you can choke out, voice shaky and desperate. its all he needs.

"fuck.." in a swift motion he forces you onto the couch, hand holding the back of your head so you don't bump it against the hard armrest. the other hand is pinning you down while his lips start to wander over your neck, kisses turning into bites, turning into sucking on your skin, leaving hickeys in his wake. you're shivering, panting underneath him, your hands finally try to hold onto him; but he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. he's not usually this brave or rough, but he's drunk and he's afraid he might cum in his boxers of you touch him now. your eyes widen, but you don't struggle, rather the opposite. you lean back into the couch and show him he's in control, giving him a nod, a go-ahead. it's all he needs to go on, pinning your wrists with one hand while the other toys with your pants. he refuses any help, he'd rather rip them off if he could. but eventually he manages letting go for a brief second to take off your pantsand underwear in one go, leaving him to see that you need him just as badly.

you blush fiery bright, stammering an apology, but he shakes his head, silencing you with another kiss while one of his hands goes back to pinning your wrists. "shh.. 's okay.." he whispers against your lips. "jus' relax, okay?" you nod a bit, he takes a breath before carefully and slowly pushing a finger into you, wanting to gauge your every reaction as he did. gently easing it in and out as you pant, soon eniugh begging for him to give you more. before you realise it you habe three fingers pushed into your hole, pumping in and out slowly while he kisses your jawline. you're shaking, moaning, almost fucking drooling at the feeling.

"jeff..-" you cut yourself off with a moan. "jeff, please.. just fuck me.." you beg quietly, face flushed in embarrassment. he stops in his tracks for a moment, having to make sure he didn't mishear you there; before grinning. he pulls his fingers out and lets go of your wrists, fiddling with his own pants as you needily tug his shirt upwards. he glances at you and gives you a toothy grin, shaking his head.

"y'want me to take it off?" he murmurs, what a stupid question, you think to yourself.

"please.." you whisper, he follows your wish, his shirt flying across the room and landing in a plant. his fingers go back to his belt, finally managing to open his pants and pulling them down with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring free. your eyes widen a little, he's a bit bigger than you thought; your hole already clenches around nothing. he's with one knee on the couch, the other foot standing on the floor as he slowly strokes himself to the sight of you, sprawled out underneath him.

"you good to go?" he asks gently, rubbing your thigh soothingly as you give him a firm nod. he grins at you again, his canines peeking out as he leans in, hands hooking under your knees and holding them slightly towards your body, tip pressing against your hole and slowly pushing inside you. you gasp loudly, arching your back as your fingers dig into the couch, only when he bottoms out he breathes again. both of you hold still for a moment, savouring the feeling of each other before he smirks a bit and slowly starts thrusting. almost all the way out, just to push himself fully back in. slowly at first, the pace driving you insane - but it's almost worse when he finally does speed up. he grins, biting his lip as he hears the noises falling from your lips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your legs as he keeps going. you're pinned under him as he ruts into you, own hand coming down to play with yourself, chasing your own high. he chuckles at the sight, his grip tightening. "so needy.." the words make you blush in embarrassment, making you pull your hand - just for him to stop you. he quickly snakes his hand from under your knee, pushing your hand back in place. "don't stop.. you look so pretty when you touch yourself like that.." he croons, hand gently leading yours before letting go. his hand finds home on your hip now, thumb rubbing your skin soothingly as his thrusts get sloppier, dripping precum inside you while you clench around him.

"Jeff.." you choke out, followed by a desperate whimper. "I'm so close.. please.. don't stop.." you beg, he chuckles. he holds your hip tighter, keeping up his pace as he fucks you to your orgasm, having to restrain himself from cumming as you fall apart underneath him, moaning amd squirming as he thrusts relentlessly. he doesn't give you a chance to calm down when your high is over, oh no. he leans down closely, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts become erratic, filthy moans falling from his and your lips alike as he chases his own high. your shaky hands grip his shoulders, overstimulation hitting you as tears prick at your eyes. you quietly beg him to cum, not like he needs much convincing. mere moments later he finally pulls out, hand around his cock, trying to mimick the feeling of being inside you and failing miserably; but its enough for him to cum betweem the two of you, covering both your bellies with his sticky, thick sperm. his hand keeps working for a moment before he finally let's off, sinking down onto you.

"you okay?" he mumbles, placing lazy kisses against your skin, hands rubbing your sides gently. all you can do is nod, rubbing his back as he lays on top of you, both of you far too exhausted to stand up before both of you doze off on the couch, still tangled up with each other.