#requests : open

[homeofhousechickens]

@smashburro

Capybara next to a river!

Commissions are open and needed! https://www.tumblr.com/homeofhousechickens/770692353543602176?source=share

[infectedrpd]

✞⠀┈⠀⠀Vincent Charbonneau layouts⠀⠀𓂃

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⠀†⠀f2u without credit only if requester.⠀†

[commanderruby]

draw wally darling from welcome home he has been in my head recently

oh yeah, that guy i haven't actually looked at welcome home all that much

[gigi-loveless]

okay fr MOMMYS HOMEEEEE

who missed me?

[dluebirb]

TRIPLE MONKIE PIGGY BACK RIDE STACK!!! (art request)

YOU GOT IT ANON

[urfavisaminor]

ghost from cod is a minor

Simon "Ghost" Riley from call of duty is a lower income adult minor!

[zenophrenic]

SKETCH REQUESTS!!

LEAVE REFS IN REPLIES!!

For my 31st birthday tomorrow I just want to draw creatures. It's been a wild, tough year...

‼️these are requests and I cannot get to everyone, $20 minimum guarantees your request is completed (pls DM me if you do pay so I know which ones to get to)

‼️ cannot be shipped

paypal.me/zenophrenic

ko-fi.com/zenophrenic

I also have a wishlist - will draw in exchange for gifts!!💚

◾️posca & ink in my personal sketchbook

◾️ more payment means I will work on it longer!

◾️ all character types welcome

◾️ characters may be monster-ified

[theartofcollapse]

I am LIVING for your Casey fics!! Tysm 💞💞

could I please request a female reader x Casey where r is dating Casey and Olivia benson is readers mum. R end up in the hospital like a car accident or smth and Casey is there when Liv gets the calls and insists on going with her which liv thinks is really weird but lets her; she stays the whole time and when they’re finally allowed in to see r who is asleep Olivia confronts Casey as to why she’s there and she says “I’m in love with your daughter” reader wakes up and hears it hehe thankbuuu <333

a/n: thank you, I appreciate it!! and thanks for requesting, love, I hope you like it. summary: read it above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.3K

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Accident - Casey Novak

The day was routine, the hum of work filling the SVU precinct. Olivia Benson sat at her desk, pouring over a witness statement. Casey Novak was nearby, discussing legal strategies with Elliot, her voice confident as she gestured animatedly. It was a typical day until it wasn’t.

Olivia’s phone buzzed on the desk, an unknown number flashing on the screen. She answered briskly, as always. “Detective Benson.”

The voice on the other end was calm but carried that clinical detachment Olivia had learned to dread. “This is Bellevue Hospital. Are you the emergency contact for Y/N Benson?”

The world tilted, her breath catching in her throat. “Yes,” she said, her voice sharp and urgent. “That’s my daughter. What happened?”

“She was in a car accident. She’s stable, but we need you to come to the hospital.”

Olivia stood abruptly, her chair screeching across the floor. “I’m on my way,” she said, her voice tight and controlled despite the fear clawing at her chest.

Casey, who had been in mid-sentence with Elliot, froze when she caught Olivia’s expression. She had never seen Olivia look like that, wide-eyed and pale, her usual steady demeanor shattered. Casey was at her side in a heartbeat. “Liv? What is it?”

“It’s Y/N,” Olivia said, her voice almost breaking. “She’s been in an accident. I have to...” She started toward the door, already grabbing her coat.

“I’m coming with you,” Casey said immediately, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Olivia turned, startled by Casey’s insistence. “Casey, you don’t have to—”

“I need to,” Casey cut her off, her eyes blazing with determination. Her chest felt tight, her heart pounding as if it might burst. She couldn’t explain it, couldn’t say the words she had been swallowing for months, not now, not here. But the thought of something happening to Y/N, the woman who had quietly, completely stolen her heart, was unbearable. “Please, Liv.”

Olivia hesitated, thrown by the raw urgency in Casey’s voice. She had never seen Casey like this. For a moment, she wondered why her presence seemed so important to the ADA, but there was no time to question it. She nodded curtly, and they left together.

The ride to the hospital was suffocating. Olivia gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white, her thoughts spiraling into dark places despite the hospital staff’s assurance that Y/N was stable. Her baby - her Y/N - was lying in a hospital bed, hurt. The thought was too much.

Beside her, Casey sat rigid, her hands clenched in her lap. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, her mind racing with images she didn’t want to see, Y/N unconscious, Y/N in pain, Y/N slipping away before she ever had the chance to say everything she felt. Her chest felt heavy, every moment in the car stretching into eternity. She wanted to ask Olivia to drive faster, but she knew better than to interrupt the laser-focused panic that radiated off her.

“Who called?” Casey finally asked, her voice quieter than usual.

“Bellevue. They said she’s stable,” Olivia replied, but her tone was clipped, betraying how little comfort those words gave her. “That’s all I know.”

Casey nodded, staring out the window but not seeing anything. She tried to focus on those words - “she’s stable” - but they felt so fragile, so thin. Like they could shatter at any moment. She pressed her lips together, willing herself not to fall apart. Y/N needed her to hold it together. Olivia needed her to hold it together.

When they reached the hospital, Olivia moved with purpose, her steps quick and decisive as she approached the front desk. Casey followed close behind, her stomach twisting into knots.

“I’m here for Y/N Benson,” Olivia said sharply.

The receptionist scanned her computer. “She’s in the emergency ward, room 312. She’s stable.”

Olivia nodded and turned, but Casey noticed her shoulders drop slightly in relief at the confirmation. They followed the directions to the waiting area outside Y/N’s room, where they were met by a doctor.

“Detective Benson?” the doctor asked, and Olivia stepped forward immediately.

“Yes. How is she?”

The doctor smiled gently. “She’s stable. She suffered a mild concussion and some bruising, but there’s no internal bleeding or fractures. She’s very lucky.”

Olivia sagged against the wall for a moment, exhaling a shaky breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Relief surged through her, warm and overwhelming. But the relief only partially dulled the lingering panic, her daughter had been hurt, and Olivia needed to see her, to hold her hand, to make sure she was really okay.

Casey, standing slightly behind her, let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. The tension in her chest loosened just slightly. But even with the doctor’s reassurance, the need to see Y/N - to touch her, to make sure she was truly okay - didn’t abate.

“You can go in,” the doctor said, “but she’s still asleep.”

Olivia nodded and moved toward the door. Casey hesitated for a split second before following, unable to stay behind.

The sight of Y/N in the hospital bed hit Olivia like a punch to the gut. Her daughter looked so small, so fragile, lying pale and motionless against the stark white sheets. Olivia moved to her side immediately, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s face, her fingers trembling slightly.

Casey hovered near the door, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Seeing Y/N like this, even just asleep, made her knees weak. She wanted to rush to her side, to hold her hand, but she wasn’t sure if she had the right. She didn’t know where she stood, not with Y/N, not with Olivia.

For several long moments, the room was quiet except for the soft beeping of the monitors. Finally, Olivia turned to Casey, her brow furrowing. “Casey, why are you here?” she asked, her voice quieter than usual but edged with genuine confusion. “You didn’t have to come.”

Casey froze. Her throat tightened, panic surging as she tried to find the words. She couldn’t lie, not here, not now, not after the terror she’d felt all day. She looked at Olivia, her green eyes filled with something raw and vulnerable. “I… I’m here because I’m in love with your daughter.”

The confession tumbled out, unplanned but undeniable, and Casey immediately felt the weight of it. Her heart raced as Olivia stared at her, stunned. The silence was deafening.

“You’re what?” a groggy voice croaked from the bed.

Both women turned sharply to see Y/N blinking blearily, her voice hoarse but her expression faintly amused.

Casey’s panic dissolved into something softer, her shoulders relaxing as she stepped closer to the bed. “I’m in love with you,” she repeated, her voice steadier this time, her gaze locked on Y/N’s.

Y/N blinked again, her lips curving into a faint smile despite the exhaustion etched into her features. “Took you long enough,” she mumbled, her tone teasing but affectionate.

Casey let out a soft laugh, the tension finally melting from her. She reached out, hesitating for just a moment before taking Y/N’s hand gently in hers.

Olivia watched the exchange, her shock fading into something like realization. She crossed her arms, her protective instincts warring with the knowledge that she had seen how Casey looked at Y/N and how Y/N looked at Casey.

After a long moment, Olivia sighed. “We’ll talk about this later,” she said, her tone firm but not unkind.

For now, she let it go. Watching Casey and Y/N, Olivia realized that maybe her daughter was in good hands.

[slimybeth69]

Big scary-- but my requests are on for Pedro characters (stepping out of my comfort zone and will also say Logan (Howlet and Roy), Kendall Roy (who wants this besides me?). NSFW or SFW.

Whatever your horny (or non horny) hearts desire.

DON'T EXPECT TOXY WRITING, BUT I DO GOOD SOMETIMES.

Call for Writers Who Want Fic Requests

Fanfiction writers, if you're taking requests and want to receive more of them, please comment with the characters you write, whether you write smut, whether you write dark, and a link to your rules if you have them. Any fandom!

Why? To connect potential fic requesters with you. 🖤

No hidden motive - I get inquiries about requests and idk where to refer them when mine are closed. Will link on pinned post too.

Adults only, please.

[mimisplayground]

Ghost who fucks NASTYYYY, he gets so sweaty and he’s licking the tears off your face, licks away sweat on your neck.

NASTY!! Has got you in a tight grip, one arm wrapped around your throat and the other wrapped tight around your waist to move your body against his as he thrusts harshly. Can barely moan because you feel like he’s stealing all the air from your lungs.

Licks your teeth until you open up and let him kiss you. Barely lets you breathe between kisses. When he gets close he just starts to thrust harder. Going as far as to get a foot on the ground for better leverage to pound into you.

Finally cums inside of you, rubbing you until you cum too. Loves the overstimulation of you squeezing around him after he’s painted your insides. Lets out the closest thing he could to a whine from the feeling, pressing his body as tightly against you as he can while he bites into your shoulder.

God he’s so gross and nasty i love him….

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Vampire lover that can’t drink your blood without you keeping his cock warm.

He has to be balls deep in your pussy, otherwise he gets all hard and cums in his pants just from one sip of your blood.

It’s just way less messy to already have his cock buried in your cunt, and he doesn’t like to waste his seed. He’s a powerful vampire that needs an heir, that sperm is valuable!!

So every time he needs to feed, he pushes your expensive panties to the side and sits you on his cock, content to cum inside of you.

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

Keeping you plugged up with his cock was one of his favorite activities. Wanting to keep his cock warm was just the excuse he used, the real reason was his increasing need to breed.

“Shh, princess… you’ve gotta stay seated a little longer… you’ve gotta keep me warm, okay?”

You whined and writhed, your pussy clenching around him only fueling his urge to get you nice and pregnant. “Please… my tummy, it’s too full…”

The two of you had been going at it for hours, and now he was keeping his cock nestled inside you, filling up your womb to the brim.

“Just be a good girl, okay? My little angel…”

You had a feeling you’d be stuffed full of his cum by the end of the night.

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||GOJO ||GETO ||NANAMI ||SUKUNA ||CHOSO ||TOJI || DILUC ||ZHONGLI ||KURAPIKA ||LEORIO ||CHROLLO ||ILLUMI ||RENGOKU ||SANEMI ||YOUR FAV

[thecutestgrotto]

Starry Night

It’s been a while since I’ve done something that wasn’t a request, so this was nice. 🩵🌸

• set inspired by Van Gogh’s Irises • Famous Art Collection •

[anam2s]

Bee doodle

[washeduphazbin]

Hi, I would like to ask for a smut from Adam x fem Reader, his dear wife is going to pay him a visit at his work and in the end they almost get paid for lute

New Eve (Adam x Fem! Wife! Reader)

-SMUT AHEAD MINORS DNI-

Other warnings: Adam Being Adam

I hope I wrote this ask and understood it correctly! Adam is my guilty pleasure. I love men who are dumb as rocks and who are going to be absolutely leashed by even stronger women.

REQUESTS OPEN

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There's a saying that all good things come in threes, Lilith, Eve, and you. Adam's final wife, who physically couldn't be swayed by Lucifer because Adam had met you in Heaven. When you passed through the pearly gates, you were greeted by none other than the first human himself. You were in awe for about two seconds until you quickly gathered the first man was a complete and utter dickhead. He seemed to falter when you walked past him to greet an angel named Lute, Adam's second in command. She tensed a little as you introduced yourself, ignoring Adam's protests that dubbed you a Queen Mega Bitch.

All this to say, it took about three months before Lute caught Adam sticking his tongue down your throat with you latched onto him like a koala. You made a distressed sound at being caught while listening to Adam laugh above you. You distinctly heard him call your mouth as good as a vagina while pressing a kiss to your hairline. "Adam!" You hissed, pulling on the horns of his mask as he let out a defiant sound, "Inappropriate."

"Ugh yeah, that's kind of my thing, sugar tits."

"You need to not make it your thing, or this thing doesn't happen." You drew your line in the metaphorical sand before marching out of the room, faintly hearing Lute argue about Adam's behavior behind you.

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Two years later, you were Adam's new 'Eve' in heaven with two golden rings to prove the love that formed between the two of you...somehow. Did the both of you fight constantly? Yes. Did you want to wring his neck every time he opened the gaping hole he called a mouth? Also Yes. But did you love him...unfortunately. Even though he had a laundry list of bad habits, a vulgar mouth, and gross hobbies, he had his moments. He was protective, fiercely so, and despite his fuck boy personality, he only had his sights set on you. Lute often asked you what you saw in Adam, and you'd reluctantly sigh and give a tired grin, "He makes me laugh. Plus, with proper motivation, he's putty in my hand." Lute made a sound of understanding, nodding her head,

"Ah, yes. Use your feminine wiles to control those weaker than you, even if they may be physically stronger. We must use what we are given as women. Well, you must. I'm very strong without using that to my advantage."

"Yes, exactly," You snickered as Lute stopped outside Adam's office. "Which is exactly why Sera put me in charge of convincing Adam to meet with The Morningstar's daughter." You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "I'll see you back here later, then?"

"Yes, ma'am." Lute bowed, "I wish you luck...you'll need it. He's in one of his moods." before taking off into the sky and down the hall. You reached up with a stretch of your arms, fluffing up your wings to look extra pretty before knocking on Adam's door,

"Adam." You hummed, knocking on the grand marble door once before opening it. You leaned against the entranceway, wings brushing against the floor, as his head shot up.

"Sugartits!"

"Not my name!" You dodged Adam's hug with a flurry of your wings; he grinned, shoving the door closed with his hip. "Adam," you said in warning as he used his angelic magic to fly towards you and trap you within his arms.

"and what would you prefer I call you? My Bitch? Wifey?" He mused, peppering sloppy kisses against your cheek and down your neck. "We could go with Queen or Goddess, preferably." You shot back, dragging Adam down to sit in his chair; you hummed gently, removing his mask from his face. He leaned back, kicking his legs up on the desk as you slid down into his chest, straddling his hips. You hummed, running your fingers through his brown hair, and he melted into your touch, "My name works, too."

"I guess we can settle on Queen. Does that make me your King?" Adam preened as you scratched under his chin,

"Without a doubt...but we must talk about the Young Morningstar."

"Who?" He made a faux confused face which you raised an eyebrow back at in response, "Ugh, Lucifer's cunt daughter. What about her?"

"She's been begging for a meeting. I suggest you meet with her." Your lips began to trail down his neck, nipping at his skin as his body flushed.

"But that's so much work, sugar." He groaned, running his clawed hands through your hair, "Can't I just say fuck off back to hell we're gonna exterminate all of you regardless."

"Sera wants you to at least meet with her one time; she's giving you a lot of trust to handle this on your own."

"And if I do what you ask, what'll you give me?" He mused, eyes sparkling. You huffed, hitting him with the back of your wing, and he laughed, "Come on, you gotta sweeten the deal for me, mama."

"You're such a bastard." You huffed, moving to pull your hair out of your face. He moved his legs to the ground, and you could slide between his knees. "Robe off unless you want dirty," you commanded as Adam fumbled out of it quickly.

"I love you~" He leaned back with a sly grin, hand reaching up to move your head closer to his lip. Your fingers spread across his thighs, and you huffed softly, looking up at him.

"I love you more. If I do this for you, you promise to meet with young Lady Morningstar?"

"You can't just fuck me because you love me?"

"Bite me." You sneered, but there wasn't any malice in your voice as he stood up, picking you up off the ground and pressing your back against his desk.

"Oh, it would be my pleasure. I can't say your robes will survive, though I might need to get you some new ones." Adam popped the buttons on your robe, allowing your body to be laid bare for his eyes. He watched your breathing hitch as his long claw trailed down your neck to your chest. "Fuck I love these puppies, you know that?" Adam grinned, grabbing fistfuls of your breasts, squeezing and kneading to his heart's content. Your husband was like an oversized golden retriever. When he sees something he likes, he obsesses over it like a man deranged. His favorite playthings of yours were your tits and ass. "Any meetings?"

"None. I'm yours for the rest of the day. You can mark me how you'd like; I'm yours, my husband. Well, until you meet with the Princess."

"Fuckkkkk yeah, baby, come 'ere." Adam dove between your breasts, and he felt you suck in air through your teeth. He began to bite and suck on the supple flesh of your chest; you keened, arching into his mouth, hands tangling in his brown hair. You could tell from the way his teeth would graze against your nipples and your flesh he was doing everything in his power to leave marks on the skin.

"Adam...ngh." You panted, feeling his hand move down from your breast to slide down your stomach and between your legs. "Shit," You squeaked, feeling him tease your clit with his thumb and forefinger with a dopey grin on his face.

"There's my favorite girl," He flicked your nub skillfully; for being a massive asshole, this prick sure knew where to find your clit. One finger slid between your folds, and you tossed your head against the cold marble desk. "Damn, only one finger has you acting up? I must not be treating you good enough," He purred as another finger entered you, stretching you out to be big enough for, 'the first ever man god created.' Adam watched with delight as your wings spread out and trembled, glowing with a soft golden glow. "That's it, you're being such a good girl for me. Are you ready?"

"Yes." You panted, "Adam, please."

"God, you beg so nicely, you little slut," His hand reached up to grip your throat, causing you to let out a desperate whine, hips bucking into his fingers. "Beg Harder," He demanded, moving your hand to palm him through his trousers, stiff and aching. "Look at how hard you make me. How desperate. I need you to worship your god."

"Yes, sir." You purred, "You're my God, Adam. I need you, I'd worship for your love, your touch, your dick." You dragged your hand up your chest, playing with the swell of your own breast, "Don't you want to make me happy, baby?"

"More than anything." Adam's eyes lit up in elation, "Stay with me. Don't go to Lucifer. You're mine." He snarled, hands around your throat, "Say it."

"I'm with you. Only you. Forever Adam." His entire body seemed to relax when you said that, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek and lips. "I love you, you annoying Dickweed."

"Love you more, Sugartits." He grinned cheekily before lowering himself to you with a hiss-like laugh. "Tight as ever, and that's why I love you,"

"If you keep talking nonsense while you're literally inside me, I'll cut off your dick,"

"Sounds kinky."

"Adam."

"Fine, Fine, you're so vanilla." He mused, albeit his tone was much softer, fonder than his earlier teasing. His hands grabbed under your knees and pressed you close with a snap of his hips. You both let out a moan, yours higher pitched and needier, bucking your hips, searching for more friction than he was currently providing. You always savored the way he was able to fill you up, he wasn't the longest but god was he thick filling you in all the right ways. Every time his hips snapped into you, you could feel just how deep he kissed your cervix. "Yeah, you like that?" He panted, "Like how deep I'm getting? From the way you're dripping, you're practically soaking through my table. Your vag is like a vice, babe, so tight for this big cock."

"Hm. Your words always know how to turn me o-ng-ff." You moaned out this end at a particularly sharp thrust of his hips. "Fuck you," You panted as he grinned down at you,

"Good news, wifey, that's exactly what we're doing-"

"Sir!" You let out a scream as Lute slammed the door of his office open, you climbed against Adam's body like an embarrassed Nun. He groaned, still inside you but having the decency to cover you with his wings.

"What do you need, Lute? I'm a little busy getting it on with my sexy ass wife." Adam complained, motioning to the top of your head, to which you made an embarrassed sound of mortification. "Can this be rescheduled or-"

"The Princess of Hell is here, Sir. She just showed up-"

"Are you for real telling me that the bitch Princess of Hell is seriously cucking me right now?!"

"...Yes."

"(Y/n) If I killed her for interrupting us, would you be pissed?"

"Beyond Adam."

"Fuck."

[1-800-local-slut]

Sticky and Disgusting

In honor of my favorite crash out, my favorite tweaker, here's how I feel like nasty sex with JJ would be. I know I was supposed to upload last night but I was bawling my heart out, so I hope this makes up for it <3

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𑁍 JJ fucks, and he does it good too. He's driven women insane, married women, and single women alike text his phone about how much they miss him, how they just can't forget him.

𑁍 But since meeting you, he's elevated his skills quite a bit and knows how to get you in the mood and usually he gets horny first

𑁍 Walking down the street and sees a swimsuit he wants to see you in? Hard. Laying down and randomly thinking about you? Hard. A hug? I don't even have to say it at this point

𑁍 JJ likes listening to something that puts him in the mood

𑁍 Anything with a slow pace he can roll his body perfectly in time too

𑁍 He's willing to get down anywhere anytime, but he's the type that when he gets the chance to make things nice he will

𑁍 His favorite place is your room. You're his kook princess, and you have this fancy ass bedroom with your parents who hate him downstairs and your brother who also hates trying to tone out the noise of you whimpering JJ’s name like a prayer

𑁍 Blue LED lights, a ring light that he fingered out how to set different colors too, and now you two were fucking under a sea of velvet-colored lights

𑁍 He would take it slow depending on his mood. He's slowly rolling his hips into you, his necklace dancing in your face, and your legs are trembling while he's leaving wet kisses down your sweaty neck and whispering perversions in your ears

"Say my name, I know you can do it." "You like that? Yeah, I know you do."

𑁍 And he's so cocky because he knows no one fucks you as good as he does.

𑁍 He knows every part of you, which fleshy part of your body to press down on to have you arching your back off the mattress and wondering what you did to receive a blessing like this

𑁍 Speaking of pressing, JJ likes fingering you. He'll pull you into his lap, shirt pulled up to reveal those tits he loves so much and make out with you slowly but aggressively while he finger fucks you just right

𑁍 Your eyes are closed while he picks up the pace and he's watching you lean back with your legs shaking around his waist as his palm rubs against your clit. The room is hot and JJ's fingers are covered in cream as you let out pleas for release.

𑁍 JJ can never deny you (yes he can, he's done it before when he wanted to see how long he could edge you too and you got pissed and didn't blow him for two weeks) so he keeps going until you boil over to a finish that JJ has only seen in porn. He wished he set up his camera, so he could get that sound on video

𑁍 There was always next time. And you'd let JJ do anything to you and he loved that so much

𑁍 The first night he realized was when his hands automatically went to around your neck and gave you a tender squeeze and when he withdrew his hands an apologized, and you shyly told him to do it again. He came so hard that night his eyes hurt from how they rolled back in his head

𑁍 And it never ends with that, from there, JJ holds up his fingers for you to lick clean and because you're his girl you eagerly do it that makes JJ's heart swell

𑁍 He likes missionary. It's simple, but he gets to look you in the face while he does things to you that would kill your grandmother if she knew.

𑁍 Having you on your back while he sinks slowly into you at first just to see your reaction when he first slides in

𑁍 That warm, creamy feeling, like putting his nuts in warm pudding. He likes to go in, all the way to the base first, just to see you look in his eyes while wearing the necklace with a little 'J' around your neck that you got for your six-month anniversary that made him cry when he first saw it

𑁍 He starts rough though. He just needs too. Sometimes he eases into it, but on certain nights he just can't

𑁍 He loves when you moan his name with a gasp that says that's the stuff that you love, when you let out choked little moans of 'right there' and 'just like that baby'

𑁍 Oh and high sex? Don't even get him started. Its a little ridiculous, the way he twitches a little more and presses soft kisses all over you because JJ is a little love bug when he's high and doesn't have it in him to bruise your ass cheeks

𑁍 Angry sex. JJ gets angry, so very easily. And he loves when you're willing to let him get it out of his system on you instead of someone's property.

𑁍 He's grabbing your face and making you look him in the eyes, he's holding a firm grip on your waist while he plows into you like he was trying to fuck you to sleep (which he has done time and time again), he has you with your ass raised in the air and slapping it like a punching bag

𑁍 He's trembling from rage, and from how good you are for him, how he's shaking and his brows are furrowed while you bounce back against him. Your manicured nails are gripping the sheets, and his hand is fisting your hair while holding you into the pillows

𑁍 Don't be afraid to take control over him though. JJ likes it when you push him on the bed and sit down on his dick like it's where your meant to be.

𑁍 He wants you to ride him like you hardly care about him. He wants you to bounce up and down, nails scraping down his chest ignoring how red he's turning and how he's whimpering out warnings that he was about to cum

𑁍 When you start bouncing up and down harder, while he's twitching and trying to hold onto your hips, and you do that little grinding thing when you circle your hips around and rub up against his abs so he cums inside of you while letting out moans that were so out of character that he would refuse to admit that was him if anyone ever saw that on tape

𑁍 Drunk sex, when you two stumble in from a party tipsy and you're suddenly desperate to blow him and who was he to tell you no.

𑁍 Take him down your throat and he'll cum right there. He's done it a few times. He watching you bob your head up and down, eyes staring up at him with an evil glint in your eyes

𑁍 Leaving kisses all over his chest and down his stomach, your lip gloss and lipstick smearing down his stomach and he feels a warm fluttering feeling in his stomach

𑁍 When you both cum, it makes a mess. He likes it messy, he truly does. When he pulls out and cums on your stomach or his personal favorite is cumming on your pussy so he can't tell when your mess ends and his begins.

𑁍 When you leave a creamy ring around his base, or when he cums on your ass cheeks. When he face fucks you like you're a human flesh light and you have tears and spit streaming down your face before giving him a sloppy kiss that has him weak in the knees, when he cums so hard he drools a bit and you kiss him anyways because you love anything from him, when you ride his face like a mechanical bull and when you get up he looks like he just went down a water park ride.

𑁍 You two always, and I mean ALWAYS leaving a giant stain on your sheets, his sheets, his bike, your clothing (mostly ending up being your swimsuit or panties from him pulling you aside at a kegger and rubbing you through the cloth of your swim suit until you came and quickly had to duck before a group passing by saw you two), and it's always a terrible mess to clean up.

𑁍 Sweat, spit, cum, tears, it's a disgusting mess and by God JJ lives to make it any chance he gets