#these two are sending me FERAL and i make no apologies for it

[redrocketpanda]

Favourite stsg moments: JJK S2 Episode 1

[bootycallin]

BRING IT BACK.

basically; vi, who delivers the most lethal backshots known to man

cw: wlw. men dni. g!p! vi. unprotected sex. doggy. degradation if you squint. swearing. brief spanking. a lil ass play. implied overstimulation? mention of creampie but she cums on ur back lol. vi's down bad. briefly proofread. this is a lil short i'm sorryyy

a/n: can you tell i was excited? anyways, sevika fic coming soon. if you saw this before i apologize, i fucked something up on the formatting and had to redo it.

NSFW UTC

vi is the type of girl that likes seeing your face when you two have sex, for a multitude of reasons. for example, she likes seeing your pretty face twist in pleasure whenever she sheathes her cock fully inside of you, but she also likes keeping the eye contact. it makes sex all the more intimate, and vi prides herself in being a considerate lover. she always wants to make sure you're doing fine, and your expression is a good way of doing that.

but no story has only one side. and, neither do you, and she fucking loves your backside as well.

"shit," she groaned, growled, untamed and feral, giving ravenous, rough thrusts in and out of your sopping hole. barely gives you enough time to even moan, each thrust ripping a gasp from your throat, taking the breath away from your lungs. she's laser-focused on the way your pretty cunt swallows her girth, greedy, clenching around her so fucking tight, like your pussy never wants to let go. one hand on your waist, the other on your ass, landing a hard smack that makes you whine.

"look at that," vi grunted, grabbing at the yielding skin of your ass cheek, admiring the skin plushing between her fingers. never once does she stop, pace unrelenting. "taking my cock so well. so fuckin' pretty, baby... fuckin' love taking me from behind, don't ya? huh, princess?"

she smacks your ass again when you don't respond immediately, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"yes, viii..." you replied, in a strangled mewl, hitching your head to the side to look back at her. and fuck, if she didn't have the most fucking smug face in the face of the planet.

"yeah, fuckin' looove when i hit it from the back, don't you, babe?" vi scoffed. grabbing at your waist tighter so she could pull you back into her cock in time with her thrusts. she was in so deep, the angle making it oh-so easy for her to reach the deepest spots inside you, the tip of her cock kissing your cervix repeatedly, as bruisingly as she would kiss you.

"fuckin' love this pretty ass. shit, look at 'er," her hand just can't seem to stop squishing and squeezing the skin of your ass, running over it, feeling you up. you knew vi liked your body, but you didn't know she was this much of an ass woman.

in her defense, it's such a good angle. she's always noticed your butt, but she doesn't usually focus on it. she likes seeing your face when you fuck, but she could get used to this view. your face down, your ass up, meeting her pelvis with each thrust, how you whine and whimper at the tickle of the little red hairs that trail down her tummy and cover the base of her dick, same hairs that get slowly wetter with your wetness and hers mixing, balls smacking against your clit in a dizzying fashion.

you don't even notice her hand wandering, thumb straying, 'til it's right over your rim, prodding at your puckered hole. you keen, a hitched gasp coming from the back of your throat.

"vi, what the-hah!—"

"shhh," she shushes you, not really even giving you much of a choice but to shut up, another harsh thrust that hit right against your cervix, making you burrow your face into the plush of the bed, you two connected on every level. she starts grinding into you instead, keeping herself as deep as she could, tip practically smushing against your insides.

"it's okay, baby," she muttered, leaning down, her front nearly pressing against your back. "you'll take me, right? please, baby, gonna make you feel sooo good."

how can you deny when she asks so sweetly? a little hum of approval is all she needs to hear.

suddenly she pulls out. a smirk graces her face when you whine, a string of slick and pre connecting your cunt to her cock in a filthy scene.

she spits right on your hole, licks it just to see you squirm. her hand moves to her cock, letting out a shaky sigh as she wipes her thumb over her slit, gathering the pre-cum that built on her tip. when she feels it's enough, she aligns herself with your pussy, her thumb circling your rim. she watches as you wince when she begins dipping her thumb in, pushing her cock inside of your cunt at the same time. the simultaneous movement makes your eyes roll, unconsciously relaxing so she can push her finger in easier.

"viii..." you try to run away, but she keeps you still, grabbing tightly at your hips. you're clenching around her so tight she can barely even move.

"shh... just relax, baby. fuck, you're so tight..."

she nearly moans when your warmth envelops her digit completely. your cunt's fucking strangling her, clenching repeatedly against the base of her cock so tight she swears you're gonna cut circulation.

her next movement are robotic, drawing back from you only to slam right back in, a loud smack reverberating in the room. you swear you can feel her in your guts. she's so deep, her thumb now filling your other hole. you’ve never felt so full, and fuck, you love it.

"vi-iiii,” her name drawls out like string from your throat, the only coherent thought that you're forming being about how good it feels, how good she feels. she's also only thinking about you, about how much she wants to fill you to the brim, fuck you full of her again and again and again until it's engraved in your mind thoughts of her. 'til you're ruined, and it's engrained in that she is the one that fucks you this good, the one fucking you dumb.

"mmh? yeah? i'm listenin', baby," she's teasing. she loves how you get all huffy when she does. she knows you can't speak, not when she's pounding you into the mattress like she wants to mold your pussy for fit her cock. she spreads your ass to get more access, and fuck, the view might just be from heaven. it's obscene and so pretty and so fucking hers.

soon, that familiar knot is forming in your stomach, growing impossibly tighter each thrust. you cry out, hands hopelessly grasping at the bedsheets, your thighs spreading on instinct, back arching. vi tuts behind you, mean.

"nuh-uh," she nearly growled, grabbing your waist and pulling you right back onto her cock with a grunt. "you were beggin' for it, don't run away, you can take it, yeah?"

"vi-ii!!" you let out a pathetic cry, muscle memory only making you bounce right back against her. "shi-shit— s'much..!"

"oh, but you're taking me so well, baby," she praised, but it somehow managed to sound dangerous. vicious. "fuck, pussy's swallowing me up whole. look at her, clenchin' round me, doesn't want to let me fucking go."

her last word's punctuated with a sharp smack to your ass, and oh she relishes in the way you sob, knowing that has to leave a painful sting, which she soothes with her palm.

"vi, close...! 'm- 'm close!"

"me too baby, fuck," she groans, adjusting herself just so she can fuck into you better, her cock moving inside you, tilting at an upwards angle that makes her rub right against that little spot she knows turns your brain to mush. "gonna cum for me, yeah? make a mess, c'mon, c'mon..."

your orgasm hits you like a goddamn truck, back arching like that of a cat's. if her hand didn't hold you up by the hips, you would've collapsed by now. you're leaking, your cum leaving a creamy white ring around the base of her cock, a vision she wants to be drawn into her grave so she'll never forget it. she groans, her hand lets go of you, letting you lay back down while she supports her weight on her free hand.

"fuck, fuck," she grunts in her own needy way, reminiscent of a dog with how she pants against your back, bending so she could be closer, smelling your hair. shes close, and she only gets closer when she hears your whimpers, hips still smacking against your ass as she chases her own orgasm.

"shit!—"

she finally cums, pulling out just in time to release all on your back, squirting a pretty white string right where your spine sat. she hissed a desperate string of curses, something she does to spare some dignity and not outright moan like a slut (you've told her you like when she moans, but damn it, she's the one with the cock. plus, it's not like you can't hear the whimpers in the back of her throat. not slick, violet).

her face buried into the space between your shoulder blades, she strokes her cock a few more times for good measure, collapsing on top of you when her own legs start shaking and she feels like she’s been milked dry.

you're panting, her weight over your body, sticky skin against sticky skin, sweat and cum mixing. she could care fucking less that your back's covered in her cum, and she's pressing her chest to it. if anything, she likes it. loves how her skin sticks to yours, how she can barely tell where you end and she begins.

"mhm," vi hummed, removing her thumb from your hole, huffing out a little laugh when you whimper. she wraps her big arms around you, hands smoothing over your skin. she leaves a few kisses down the back of your neck, before licking a long line over your spine, scooping up her own cum with her tongue.

"vi—“

before you can ask, she turns you around, kissing you, tongue shoved into your mouth. all you can taste is her, her cum and your sweat and just sex. you have no problem swallowing, much to her pleasure, a dumb, lopsided grin tilting her mouth up.

"let's do that again," she muttered, kissing the slope of her neck. her cock sits heavy on your lower stomach, hard. "wanna cum inside you this time."

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[winterzsurprise]

Peaches and Cream || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x f!reader

Summary: There's a stark difference with how your husband and Miguel treats you, starting with how rough the latter can be.

Tags: SMUT, NOT BETA READ, unprotected sex, rough sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spanking, pussy slapping (once), fluff (?), jealous!Miguel, Miguel has a big dick.

Words: 2.2k

I got distracted from writing domestic Miguel after he replaced the dad!Miguel after he got shot. This is shit, my apologies I'll do better and add more flavor next time, promiseee. Title is from the song I was listening to the whole time by Noah Davis.

I don't know how to navigate tumblr as a second blog but thank you to all your comments, reblogs and likes, it really does motivate me to write more and better stuff. Also thank you to two blogs for putting me in their recommendations! I made it guys :''DD!!

cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love || hermosa - beautiful || pobrecita - poor thing (correct me on this one please) || calladita - quietly (thank you sm @eminenceplant for this)

There's a stark difference between your husband and the man hovering above you like a predator about to pounce.

Your husband's hands were soft and loving as it caressed and wandered your body as he peppered kisses down from your neck and to your inner thigh. All of his gestures are a sweet concoction of loving and adoration.

Whilst Miguel's touch was desperate, territorial as he clawed down your flesh, human nails digging into your thighs and breasts as he left a trail of purple bruises around your neck, collarbones before stopping to nip at your hip bone. Everything he does is animalistic, deprived and hungry as if he hasn't eaten for centuries.

His red eyes were clouded with dark lust, glinted with something carnal, even feral, in the dark that got your spine tingling with anticipation.

To see and feel his perpetual desperation for your skin, your scent and desire for your touch had your pride piercing the heavens. To be wanted as he does like you're the air he breathes is dizzying and you can't help but want more.

It's exhilarating, addicting even.

It hasn't been long since you found yourself in love with another version of your husband, yet you grew to crave more of him as seconds ticked by.

Miguel's muscled arms curled around your thighs, forcing them open before pulling you flush to his face with a surprising strength. A pleased sigh escaped your lips as his hot breath fans over your pubic bone, hand falling to knot onto his hair and tugging him closer.

You soon realised why he paused on top of your mound as he inhaled you in, immediately your cheeks flamed.

"You smell heavenly, baby. So wet for me as well, makes me want to taste you."

You bite your bottom lip, nodding urgently as you tug him closer and he clicks his tongue.

"Hermosa, I need your words."

"Please darling? I'll be nice I swear, eat me out please."

Miguel doesn't need to be told twice, dipping his tongue onto your dripping folds. Your back arched at the sensation, after months of no intimacy following the change in your husband, your arousal lit your nerve endings ablaze.

His left hand that was digging into your flesh then reached to splay itself onto your abdomen, pinning you to the mattress as his tongue flicked your clit with a firm pace.

With every flicker of his appendage, hot pleasure rockets into your stomach, body growing feverish as pressure builds up inside your abdomen.

As if sensing your orgasm from the hitch of your breath alone, his right arm unwinds from your thigh to trail down to your fluttering entrance, caressing the rim so sweetly it hurts.

"Miguel please."

He ignored you, focusing on suckling on your clit with a reawakened fervor. You tugged onto his hair, hard enough for it to hurt, for him to listen to your pleas yet he only grunted, sending ample vibrations to quake your bones.

"Beg for it nicely, cariño. I want to hear you beg for me."

"I want your fingers in me, please! Miguel, baby, I want to feel you in me, please."

He groaned, it rumbled in his chest before sending shockwaves down your spine. Then he shoved two of his thick fingers inside you and you jerked. The burn of being breached got your blood buzzing as it mixed with the pleasure his tongue gave you.

If your husband was gentle with his fingers, inserting them one by one with utmost care, Miguel is everything he stands against. 

His fingers immediately found a punishing pace, plunging in and out of you whilst curling up to touch the spongy spot in your walls. Encouraged by his digits, his tongue grew frantic as it sucked and flicked your clit rapidly, driving you closer and closer to your precipice. You opened your mouth to scream but it was caught short by his other hand clamping over your lips.

"Calladita, you're going to wake Gabriella up."

Miguel's gaze burns your face as he brings you pleasure atop pleasure with every thrust and lick .

To see your eyes roll back and your chest rise as you arch, the greedy monster claws at his neck, wanting for more reactions.

Bet her husband had also made her this way...

An ugly head reared out of the back of his brain, whispering taunts into his ears and reaching around with its rotten hands to blind his eyes. 

With the bitter realization, his fingers pistoned in and out of you with a punishing pace, the heel of his palm slamming into your engorged clit as a pathetic wet squelch echoed in the room. The sudden change in pace got you writhing, your mewls muffled by his hand.

"So fucking wet for me, hermosa. Tell me, do you get this turned on for your husband?"

You didn't respond and that seemed to anger him, pulling his fingers out and cutting off the intoxicating thrum of heat in your veins and you whined, displeased. Hearing this, he brought his hand down for a firm slap onto your clit.

"Fuck…"

"You don't get to react, mi amor."

He sat up, pushing down his sweatpants along with his boxers and his erection stands, slapping against his stomach. Your eyes immediately caught the dribbles of pre-cum pulsing out of his tip and your tongue grew heavy, hand reaching out to grab onto his dick.

Miguel, in more ways than one, is bigger than your husband. Your hand barely closed up around his length and dread loomed over you. He's about to ruin you, mind and body, with this dick.

Fuck, will this fit in me?

"You're so big."

He chuckled darkly, fingers pinching your chin. "No, your husband's just lacking, hermosa."

You should've been angered by his comment but you couldn't find it in yourself to reprimand him for it. Instead, you find yourself flustered at his confidence.

"On your knees."

As if hypnotized, you followed despite the disappointment rumbling inside you for not being able to pleasure him. 

You pushed yourself off of the mattress to turn but he was quicker, ever the impatient man that he is, his large hand splayed between your shoulder blades and pinned you to the cushion, forcing you to present your ass up at him.

"Darling? I really don't think it'll fit."

A resonating slap echoed in the room as he swatted your ass and you whimpered, body lurching away before strong arms dragged you back under him.

"You can and you will. I will make sure of it."

His cockhead poked your entrance and a thrill slithered down your spine. You looked down to your pussy, watching with rapt attention as he dragged himself up and down your folds.

The sight of his disheveled self with his head thrown back and mouth agape to let out groans made you shiver. How could someone look so attractive?

Miguel soon pushed in, the head of his dick immediately lodging into your small hole, stretching you wide as he slowly inserted more of his inches. The sting it brought got you gasping and grabbing tight onto the sheets, already feeling full to the brim with barely half of him in.

"Fuck, you're so tight for me. Pobrecita… your husband must've never fucked you wide open before."

Just when you thought it was done, he continued to push more of him. Your head grows light, pleasure shocking all your nerve endings awake from your legs and to the tip of your toes.

He didn't even let you rest, already pulling back and you almost shot up to grab him, scared he'd leave you hanging but Miguel left his cockhead in before thrusting all of his inches back in with one fluid motion and your mouth fell agape. 

"Fuck…! Miguel please!"

"What a greedy girl. Don't worry baby, I'll treat you well tonight."

If his slow thrust already had your mind fuzzy from the pain of the stretch and pleasure, his callous and frenzied pace got you praying as he released shockwaves after shockwaves of bliss to shatter your bones and down to your trembling legs.

You barely had the mind to bite onto the sheet to muffle your cry as he drove manically behind you. 

Seeing this, Miguel grew displeased. Despite knowing the reason for your actions, he wanted to hear how well he fucks you. It was childish trying to outdo someone he'd never encounter again but his pride is bruised.

That fucker got the chance to devour and have you pliant and panting under him for decades while he withered back in his lab trying to get rid of his unwanted addiction.

The bastard has ingrained himself into your body for years and he can't have that.

There should only be one man you should think about at night and be reminded of when you sit to feel the soreness rendering your lower body boneless.

"I'm gonna install noise suppressors in our room tomorrow then you'd be free to scream my name whenever you like, mi vida. You know how I love it when you cry for me."

You didn't say anything but instead nodded frantically. Fire licked every inch of your skin as the familiar tightness in your abdomen appeared, lightning shooting up your spine with every savage thrusts.

There was nothing else you could think of, focused on reaching your deserved nirvana and desperately shaking your hips to meet his thrust. Seeing how fucked and blissed out you were, Miguel groaned before swatting the globes of your ass, pulling a mewl from you.

"Look at you, so cock drunk for me. So beautiful… It makes me wanna tease you a little."

Feeling your orgasm being torn away as he slows, you whine and reach back to grab his hips, forcing him to piston in and out of you with a mewl. Miguel watched you with heavy lidded eyes, he has never seen such a sinful yet delicious sight until now.

If there was a scene he could ingrain into the back of his eyelids, this would be it. 

You, so desperate for a release and trying to chase it when he refused to. Eyes glazed with tears of frustration as you gave up trying to control his hips and bucked your hips like a madwoman into his dick.

There's no such thing as guilt when he got to witness you in such a vulnerable state, only gratefulness.

"Mi cielo, please! Move, I want to come so bad please…!"

He had a different plan for the evening but if you begged so sweetly like that, there's nothing he wouldn't give you.

A house, a new ring with the biggest gemstone you love, the world, the universe or something as simple as a climax becomes acquirable if you want them so badly, he'd give it all to you.

"Anything for you, cariño."

Despite the callousness of his touch driven with wanderlust and desperation to the point of passionate worshiping, Miguel differs from your husband by being love-starved and his brimming confidence in pleasing you a hundred ways before tomorrow without breaking a sweat.

A welcomed and fresh change nonetheless, the difference only led you to fall deeper in love with him.

He drove his dick back into you with a fresh yet ravenous pace, pulling back till his cockhead remains before plunging all of himself in. Miguel's nails dug deep into your flesh enough to make you fear for a permanent dent in them.

Your skin flared as the coil in your stomach reawakened, tightening further and further with every thrust. The warmth is maddening yet deliciously addictive as it lashes out, wrapping around your swelling heart.

"Let me come please? I want it please…! Ah!"

He leant down while his hand reached down to roll your clit in tight eights, decreasing his pace yet hitting deeper as he swept the hair behind your ear before tugging it hard.

"Give it to me, mi vida. I want it all, come around me."

With his proximity and whispered command, there was nothing else you could do but burst. 

Ecstasy easily drowns you as it floods your senses, white hot pleasure exploding behind your eyelids as you screamed into the sheets. Your orgasm rippled through you, shimmying under your skin and turning your limbs useless as they grew light.

There's nothing else you could call what you were feeling except 'heavenly'.

With the constant pulse of your velvet walls clamping down on him, Miguel soon followed with a deep resonating groan to his annoyance, painting your insides white with his liquid arousal.

It was a wonder he lasted this long after having only his hands to entertain him for years in the laboratory and spider hub. Nonetheless, he has his life to spend with you, years where he could discover and evoke your deepest desires. 

Placing gentle kisses on your shoulders, he grinned. "Te amo cariño."

"I love you more…" You mumbled back, exhaustion weighing your eyelids. You barely picked up his clicking tongue before he spoke up, sounding determined as if it was set in stone.

"No sleeping, mi vida. We're not done yet, I have months to make up, no?"

[ryewwww]

Hi! Are you taking requests right now? If so, can you do one with older neighbor eren: baby trapping, dry humping, blindfold, face slapping

-> yes, requests are open!! (send me some juicy ones with lots of details)

-> I also just want to remind people that I don’t write sub!eren!!! (This is not towards this anon, I’m just saying in general so you know!!)

⚠️: NONCON, Corruption, manipulative!Eren, dry humping, use of blindfold, face slapping, baby trapping, breath control, squirting

Read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Your parents were very conservative and kept you sheltered from the real world.

Their ideologies is what drove most of their families to stop talking to them

So it’s always just been the three of you

But it was okay—you were okay with it

They were excellent parents, bought you whatever you wanted and never yelled at you

They raised you to be good, and you were

Naive, sweet and selfless. Helping your elderly neighbours with their Facebook accounts and fixing all their internet problems.

You did good in school too, straight A student but your parents didn’t allow you to do extracurricular. They didn’t want you out of the house late.

They also had strict social media rules and a time limit on your phone—even after you turned 18.

But they paid for it, you lived under their roof so you had no choice but to obey.

When your elderly neighbor passed away, their house went on sale and a young guy from the church you frequented bought it.

You’d seen him around and heard about him through your dad. They often talked at church. He was in his mid thirties, divorced, no children. Came to town to start a new life, just wanting to be content.

His name was Eren, and he was easy on the eyes.

You’d be lying if you said he didn’t make you feel heated. You felt terrible for feeling that way, but when he’d talk to you, pay attention to you like you were the only girl in the world, it made you pretty feral.

It didn’t help that he often leaned into your delusions. He’d “accidentally” brush against your ass while trying to get some water. Or at church, his hand would slide between your inner thighs mindlessly.

You never spoke up, too ashamed to admit that it made you aroused.

Eren charmed his way to your parent’s good side. Your dad was best friends with him, which meant he was over at your house a lot. Nearly every evening, he’d join you for dinner and would stay for a beer or two afterwards with your dad.

Point is, your parents trusted him.

So, when your dad’s father passed away, they asked Eren to stay over and watch over you.

You couldn’t go with your parents because you had school, and found it bizarre that they didn’t trust you to stay home alone.

You tried to defend yourself but your dad was already in a tough place. So you let it slide.

Your parents leave, embracing you one last time while telling you to good, and to listen to Eren.

“I’m not a child, mom. I’ll be fine. Have a safe flight.”

They lug their bags out, start the car and leave.

You were about to go back to your room until Eren spoke, “you wanna get some pizza?”

“Um, sure.”

“Cool.”

God, you don’t know why it was so awkward. So you scurry back to your room to escape the tension.

When the pizza arrives, he calls you down. You go, grab 2 slices before heading back up stairs.

“Where you going? Let’s watch a movie or something. Is this house you treat your guest?”

He was teasing, but you were a bit embarrassed. You softly apologize, sitting at the edge of the couch, while he sat down right next to you.

Your heartbeat was ridiculously fast as you watched him turn on a horror movie before sitting back and munching on his pizza.

You hated horror—your parents would never let you watch this kind of shit in the first place.

But you were meek, too afraid to speak up because Eren seemed to be enjoying it.

For most of the movie you hid under the blanket. But during the scary parts he pried it away forcing you to watch.

You closed your eyes, plugged your ears and he laughs while tickling you to look

The whole thing left you in a compromising position

You were laid on your back, breathless. Your tits were pushed up, nearly slipping out your tank top. Your shorts had moved down a bit, exposing a little bit of your baby pink, cotton underwear.

Eren’s above you, taking in how you look beneath him, his cock growing harder by the second.

He stares for a moment before leaning down and kissing you. He’s impatient, ripping your tank top into two, lips attaching to your hard nipple.

The shorts are torn apart too, exposing the wet spot in the middle of your underwear.

His hands were quick, sliding in your underwear before sliding two fingers in

Your hips buck, hands coming up to grip his biceps

“You’re so fucking tight.” He hissed. “Let’s fix that, yeah?”

He pulls his sweats and boxers down in one motion and you panic (cuz of his huge cock).

You sit up, backing up a bit.

“Wait, wait I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

But he doesn’t back down. Are you kidding?

He pulls you back down and you yelp, pushing at his chest. He’s got you folded in half, giving him a perfect view of your glistening pussy

“Wait, I-I don’t”

“It’s okay, I’ll be gentle”

He hushes you, pushing his tip into you.

You squirm, crying at the stretch. “Please! I don’t wanna do this.”

Eren expected you to be a virgin. You were tight like one but when no blood leaked through, he roughly grabbed your neck, forcing you to look at him.

“Is this your first time?”

Your face burned in shame because it wasn’t. Back in high school, you were pressured to give your precious virginity to the popular boy.

You shook your head and he slaps you, making you sob harder.

“And here I was going easy on you. You’re a fucking whore. Does your daddy know you’ve disgraced yourself?”

From there, he had no mercy.

He waited long for this. Ever since he laid eyes on you, all he wanted to do was corrupt you.

He got close to your family, was your dad’s only friend. Isolating you was too easy—your parents had practically done it for him.

Now it was his time to take.

His pace increased, balls slapping against your ass. You can only cry. Eren was much bigger and stronger than you, there’s no way you could fight him off.

He held your body down, tightening the grip on your neck when you moved around too much.

Eren had no mercy on you. Not one ounce of remorse. He fucked you through each orgasm.

“Please slower! It hurts- it’s too much, please!” You whimper out but he backhands you hard.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t wanna fucking hear you.”

His hand pressed down on your stomach so he could feel himself. He was in deep, tip pushing against your wall with each thrust.

He didn’t stop until he was satisfied.

You had passed out of exhaustion, head fuzzy because he was restricting your breathing

When you woke up, there was a blindfold on you. You were on your side and Eren was behind you.

His arms were wrapped around your body, keeping you close to him

You move frantically, trying to get the blindfold off, and it seemed to wake Eren.

He groaned, pulling you tighter against him before throwing his leg over yours and grinding his dick against your slit.

It’s enough to get him going so he quickly manhandles you to be on top of him, grinding his hardening cock against you.

You couldn’t help but moan. The tip of his cock was rubbing against your clit, and it left you wanting more.

Eren notices this of course, and ruts against you faster and when you respond by moving your hips, it was game over.

“Atta, girl. You fucking love this just as much as I do, don’t you?”

His cock slips in, you whimper but let him hold you against his chest. His hips move faster into you and you move with him, eager to release.

The room filled with filthy sounds, his grunting and your moaning until you squirted around him, soaking his pelvis and the bedsheets under.

Eren whistles before chuckling, “and you were fucking begging me to stop. Your pussy begs to differ, sweetheart.”

You definitely weren’t in your right mind, but Eren was so big, the way he filled you to the brim had you seeing stars

“Take the blindfold off. I can’t see anything.” You whine, breathlessly.

“That’s the whole point, baby.”

He doesn’t take it off, instead pulls you down for a kiss before flipping your position. He’s got you on your back, thighs pressed into your chest.

He pushed in again, hips snapping into you, desperate for another release.

At this point your thighs are shaking, and you’re throbbing down there. It was a new feeling, it hurt but felt good at the same time so you didn’t know what to think of it.

Eren’s pace was ruthless. He had pretty good stamina plus, making a mess of you, it kept his dick pretty fucking hard.

The weekend was filled with filthy fucking.

When I tell you he fucked you all over the house, I goddamn mean it.

Kitchen, living room, shower, closet, the fucking laundry room. He had you outside, legs spread as he fucked you on a lawn chair.

He was pounding into your pussy, rubbing your clit while saying, “gonna marry you, baby. Make you my wife, knock you full with my kids. How does that sound?”

“N-no! My parents would-ah! Eren!” Your fingers flew to his hair, legs shaking as you came around him.

He slaps you, “you don’t have a fucking choice. Unless you wanna disgrace your family name by having a child before marriage.”

You rubs your clit before bottoming out and cumming inside you again. You shake, as he pulls another orgasm from you

“When your parents come back, we’ll ask for their blessing, yeah?”

Hope you liked it <3 sorry for any mistakes 😵‍💫

[writesvani]

down low | 02

boxer! jungkook x collegestudent! reader

SUMMARY: There's no love, there are no fights with Jungkook—just a twisted addiction that keeps you crawling back. You tell yourselves it’s not toxic. After all, you never argue, never get jealous. Just fuck, lie, and slip back into the arms of the people who will never know.

It’s not love.

But it sure as hell isn’t nothing.

friends with benefits au, situationship au

TRIGGER WARNINGS: cheating, drug use (weed), smoking, explicit sexual content, emotionally toxic relationship, manipulation, infidelity (jk and y/n are cheating on their partners with each other), unhealthy coping mechanisms, morally gray behavior, emotional detachment

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— previous chapter // next chapter (pending...)

wc: 4k // date: 25th of April 2025

CHAPTER TWO — Inhaling You, Exhaling Guilt; happy reading my gummies...

AN: hey besties. new “down low” chapter is here and it’s unwell, just like me. this was supposed to be a 15k word monster but i said absolutely not and chopped it into 3 parts—so yeah, this ends on a cliffhanger. no sex yet. i’m sorry. (i’m not.)

BUT the tension? the dynamic? it’s sizzling. they’re one touch away from absolute disaster and i love that for them.

left some easter eggs in there too, so if you catch ‘em, scream at me in the comments or my asks. i’m lurking.

note goal is 600 bc you’re all feral and i believe in peer pressure. hit it and you’ll get part 2 real fast.

read. suffer. tell me your thoughts. love u forever, even while emotionally tormenting you.

The shift is... just another day. The usual crowd of regulars is here, sipping their espressos and making small talk that you would rather skip entirely. The day has been routine too—classes, a quick lunch with Taehyung, then straight into work. It’s all repetitive. It’s boring. And the worst part? You’re counting down the minutes until you can sprint to Jungkook’s apartment the second your shift ends at 10pm. You hate it. You crave it. And Jungkook’s not making it any easier.

Because right now, you're standing there, phone in your clammy hands, staring at a picture he just had to send you. Jungkook, in the middle of his boxing practice, hair messy, tattoos peeking out from his oversized black shirt, a cigarette hanging from his lips like he owns the damn world. He’s standing outside—because Namjoon doesn’t let him smoke inside (honestly, who’s the athlete here?)—but Jungkook looks so fucking good you almost forget where you are.

He knows it too. He knows exactly what he’s doing. That picture isn’t just a tease; it’s a reminder. A reminder that you should be thinking about being in his bed, not focusing on perfecting lattes. But here you are, trying to breathe through the urge to drop everything and run to him.

You can’t focus anymore. Your brain is mush, your hands are clumsy, and the espresso machine might as well be a spaceship for how little you're processing. You accidentally make an espresso instead of a double one for Mark—the sweet old man who comes in daily and tips in coins like it’s 1993. He stares at you like you just insulted his entire bloodline. You apologize, mutter something about being tired, and shuffle back to your station.

But your hands are twitchy. Your eyes dart to your phone every two seconds. Still nothing. Jungkook hasn’t sent anything else—no texts, no pics, no emojis. Just that one, cursed, sinfully sexy picture of him looking like every wrong decision you’ve ever made and wanted to make again.

And now? Now you’re stuck. One hour left of your shift and your brain is spiraling. You’re mentally unwell. Not in a tragic, poetic way. In a feral, "why isn't he texting me back when I clearly need to ride his face into next week" kind of way. You're restless. Desperate. Left alone with your thoughts and an absolutely unhinged amount of need clawing its way through your body like a caffeine-craving demon.

Only your message stares back at you, mocking, lingering, and gnawing at the edges of your sanity. It’s there, like a cruel joke, one that you can’t stop laughing at even though it’s slowly driving you insane.

you: stop teasing me kook

And then, nothing. Not a single reply. Left on read. Just like always.

Jungkook has this game down to a science, doesn't he? The art of push and pull—never fails to leave you dangling on the edge of your patience, teetering on the line between wanting to strangle him and wanting him to do the same to you. You’re on the verge of losing it, fingertips hovering over your phone, waiting for the next message that might never come. He knows exactly what he’s doing. It’s like a power play, a twisted form of control that drives you crazy in ways you can’t even put into words.

Every time you’re about to meet up with him, just when you think you’re close, he disappears. Doesn’t answer. Doesn’t care. Leaves you with nothing but your own burning desire and a game you never agreed to play. It makes you want to scream.

And it makes you want him more.

But despite the shrill, maddening thrill of his little game, there's one thing you're sure of—Jungkook wants it. Wants you. And that’s what makes him predictable. Comfortably so. It’s the only thread of stability in this whole mess. Because no matter how long he leaves you on read, no matter how quiet he goes, as soon as the clock strikes 10PM and your shift ends, like clockwork, your phone pings.

JK: when will u be here?

You smirk, your fingers moving fast.

you: 20 minutes

He waits. Not long. Just enough to keep the suspense alive. Just enough to remind you that he’s still in control.

JK: kk, see u baby

And that’s all it takes. You're spiraling again—but this time, you're sprinting into it willingly.

Jungkook smirks as he opens the door, like he’s been waiting his whole life just to make you roll your eyes. He leans against the frame with that infuriating ease, one hand—the tattooed one—tucked into the pocket of his grey sweats. His hair’s still damp, messy in that way that makes you suspicious he’s doing it on purpose. He smells like wood, citrus, and a hundred bad decisions. His black oversized shirt hangs just right on his frame, clinging to his shoulders, draping like it has no idea it's breaking rules just by existing.

And fuck him. Fuck him for looking that good.

“You’re late,” he drawls, head tilted, eyes dragging down your body like he has all the time in the world.

You raise a brow. “Didn’t you say I should be here until 11pm? It’s only like, half past ten.”

He shrugs, lips curling. “I did say that. But you always come earlier. I know you wanna see me as soon as you can.”

You scoff, pushing past him. “Jesus, Jungkook. Knock it off and let me in.”

He laughs behind you. Slow. Knowing. Dangerous.

You flop down onto his sofa like it’s your own personal throne. There are new pink pillows you don’t recognize. With a lazy smile, you say, “Cute pillows.”

“Thanks, baby. Eunji got them from IKEA the other day.”

You nod, lips curling. “Noted. I should tell Tae—these would totally match his softboy vibes.”

Jungkook drops down beside you, digging into his pocket like he’s searching for treasure. You already know what’s coming. Sure enough, a small greenish bud peeks out from a crumpled tissue.

“Didn’t know we were smoking tonight,” you murmur, eyeing him.

He shrugs, effortlessly picking the bud apart with skilled fingers. The way he moves is distracting. Methodical. Confident. Hot.

You shift in your seat, trying to ignore the tightening in your core.

“When are we not smoking?” he says with a smirk, not looking up.

“True,” you mumble, sinking back into the soft fluff of Eunji’s precious IKEA pillows. Silly girl. She has no idea the kind of things they’re about to witness.

You glance up—and Jungkook is watching you. Of course he is. Eyes hooded, a smirk ghosting his lips, like he’s waiting. Like he’s daring you to say or do something.

Then, slowly—so slowly—his tongue drags across the rolling paper.

He knows what he’s doing. And he does it anyway. On purpose.

You watch, helpless, skin prickling, heat curling low in your stomach. It’s obscene the way he licks it—like it’s not even about the joint anymore, like it’s about you. About this.

And the worst part? You’re not strong enough to look away.

You’ve never been strong when it comes to Jeon Jungkook.

“What?” Jungkook asks, one brow raised as he brings the freshly rolled joint to his lips like it’s second nature.

“Nothing,” you mutter, eyes tracking the flame as it flickers, kissing the end of the joint. He inhales deep, the ember glowing bright red before he exhales slowly, like it’s an artform. Smoke curls out of his mouth in slow, lazy tendrils, and you’re already annoyed at how sexy he looks doing the bare minimum.

He grins — cocky, annoying, knowing — and pats the cushion beside him like he owns the place. Like he owns you. You don’t even hesitate. You shift closer, tucking your legs beneath you, pretending you don’t care that your thigh brushes his.

Jungkook takes another drag, then coughs lightly, voice raspy as he waves off the moment with a half-laugh. “Okay, don’t clown me. This shit’s stronger than I thought.” His eyes squint just slightly, like he’s studying you. “So… uh, how’re your friends? Lena and Bob, right?”

You stare at him flatly. “It’s Lara and Rob. Do you seriously not remember their names after all this time?”

He shrugs like it’s not a big deal, but the smirk playing on his lips tells you he’s doing it on purpose. Just to get a rise out of you. “Close enough. They doing okay?”

You sigh. This is the worst part. The awkward five minutes of half-assed small talk before the inevitable. Before the high kicks in and his hands are on your skin. The two of you always dance around it — pretend like this isn’t transactional, like this isn’t just desire dressed up as casual banter.

“Lara just broke up with her boyfriend,” you say, grabbing the joint from him and taking a slow hit.

Jungkook leans back into the couch, one arm draped along the back of it, watching you. “Oh, the dude who studies Econ?”

You blink at him. “What? No. That was like… two years ago. This one studies Law.”

His mouth drops slightly. “Wait, hold up. Are you telling me we’ve been doing this for two years?”

You don’t say anything at first. Just pass the joint back and exhale a laugh, soft and a little bitter. “Yeah. Way before Taehyung and me.”

He tilts his head. “Shit. I forgot you even dated Kai.”

You chuckle. “Jungkook, we started hooking up way before Kai. Don’t act like you don’t remember.”

He stares at you for a beat, the room quiet except for the faint buzz of the overhead light and the sound of the joint crackling in his hand.

“So,” he says slowly, lips quirking, “what I’m hearing is — you’ve basically cheated on everyone with me.”

There’s something infuriating about how pleased he looks with himself. You raise an eyebrow, snatch the joint from his fingers again and hold it between yours like a crown jewel.

“Wouldn’t you like that,” you say, lips curling into a lazy smile. Smoke drifts out from between your lips. You don’t break eye contact.

His smirk deepens. “I do like it.”

You roll your eyes, but your stomach twists anyway. Because God help you, so do you.

“So, what’s up with you?” you ask, tilting your head as you hold the joint between two fingers, eyes flickering toward his. The smoke rolls from your lips like a sigh, curling into the space between you like a secret.

Jungkook shrugs, leaning back deeper into the couch, his arm brushing yours just barely. “Nothing much. Just chilling. Boxing and all that.”

You hum, eyebrows raising with mild amusement. “Wow. Riveting stuff.”

He shoots you a lazy grin. “You asked.”

“Yeah, and I keep forgetting that you’re emotionally unavailable until at least two joints in.”

He laughs, soft and warm, and it does something to you that you don’t want to look too closely at. You pass the joint back to him and try not to stare at the veins on his hand or the ink decorating his fingers like poetry you were never meant to read.

For someone whose body you know so intimately—every line, every scar, every sound he makes when you kiss the right places—you know next to nothing about his life. And that’s part of the deal. Or maybe the whole deal.

Jungkook takes a drag and blows it out slowly. “What about you?” he asks. “How’s the glamorous life of overworked and underpaid?”

You snort. “The usual. College, work, crying in coffee-scented bathrooms.”

He chuckles again, eyes crinkling, and it hits you how rare it is to see him smile like that when you're not on top of him.

You glance down at your nails, picking at a chipped corner of polish. “Tae and I are going on a small trip next weekend.”

That gets his attention. “Yeah? Where to?”

“Dunno yet. Probably something basic. Mountains or a lake house. Just wanna get out of the city for a bit.”

Jungkook nods slowly, lips parting like he wants to say something more, but he doesn’t. Just lets silence settle between you again.

You don’t push him. You never do.

“This reminds me…” Jungkook says, plucking the joint from your fingers like he owns it—and in moments like these, he kind of does. He leans back, smoke curling around his face like it knows he’s trouble. “Eunji wants me to meet her mom next weekend.”

You scoff, tilting your head. “Damn, dude. How are you gonna survive that?”

He grins around the joint. “Bruh. I’m perfect meet-the-mother material.”

You snort. “Right. Because mothers love tattooed boxers who smell like weed and moral ambiguity.”

“Whatever,” he says, exhaling smoke like it offends him. “You’re such a hater.”

“Not a hater. Just realistic.”

He glances at you, amusement twitching at the corners of his lips. “You think I’m not charming enough?”

You deadpan, “I think you’re more lie-to-your-daughter’s-face material.”

He bursts out laughing, tipping his head back. “Shit, that’s fair.”

You smile, watching him. He’s still hot when he laughs. Annoying, infuriatingly hot.

“But yeah,” he adds, voice dropping a little, “that probably won’t be happening. I’ll have to lie my way out of that one.”

You give him a dry look. “Thank god you’re a good liar.”

He smirks, eyes flickering to yours. “You’d know.”

“God,” you say, eyes fixed on the ceiling, “can you imagine if Eunji actually found out?”

Jungkook exhales a puff of smoke, slow and smug. “She’d kill me. And probably come for you too.”

“She wouldn’t even get the chance. Tae would commit murder first.”

He hums, passing you the joint. “Tae’s scary when he’s mad.”

You take it, inhale deep. “He is indeed. Have you seen his stare? That’s not normal. That’s serial killer energy.”

Jungkook laughs. “Yeah, and yet you still cozy up to him like he’s a weighted blanket.”

“You’re just jealous he takes me on cute brunch dates and actually remembers my birthday.”

“Wow,” he gasps dramatically. “Are you implying I’m not boyfriend material?”

You look him up and down, slow and deliberate. “I’m saying you’re situationship in denial material.”

He bites his lip to hide his grin. “That’s rich coming from you. Miss I’m loyal to my boyfriend except for every time I text you at 2 a.m.”

You groan. “Don’t act like you don’t eat it up.”

“Oh, I do,” he smirks, shifting closer, “especially when you come over all pouty, pretending this isn’t your favorite part of the week.”

You narrow your eyes. “You talk too much.”

“You like it.”

“Unfortunately,” you mutter, flicking ash into the tray.

He leans in, voice soft and cocky, “Bet Tae doesn’t make you squirm with just words.”

You look at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Bet Eunji doesn’t know you like being choked a little.”

He raises a brow, but doesn’t deny it. “Touché.”

“And for the record,” you whisper, fingers brushing his thigh, “you’re not boyfriend material. You’re just my favorite craving.”

He grins, low and dangerous. “That’s the sexiest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

“You know,” Jungkook starts, tapping the ash off the joint, “sometimes I think Eunji likes the idea of me more than she likes me.”

You snort. “Well, you do post thirst traps and quote Nietzsche in your captions. Anyone would fall for the illusion.”

He gasps, mock-offended. “Are you saying I’m a fraud?”

“I’m saying you’re a curated experience.”

“Damn,” he laughs, nudging your thigh with his knee. “And yet here you are, front row, backstage pass, meet and greet.”

You shoot him a look, amused. “I never said I wasn’t a fan.”

He smirks. “You’re more than a fan. You’re the president of the Jungkook is a Bad Idea But God He’s Good in Bed club.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you say, even though your grin is impossible to hide. “I’m vice president, at best.”

“Oh really? Who’s president then?”

You take a long drag, pretending to think. “My vibrator. That one never leaves me on read.”

He laughs so hard he coughs, waving smoke out of his face. “Okay, okay.”

You lean in, eyes gleaming. “Bet Eunji doesn’t make you laugh like this.”

He quiets, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “She doesn’t make me laugh like this. Or moan like you do.”

You blink, caught off guard. “That was dangerously close to being sweet.”

“Don’t worry,” he teases, eyes dragging down your body, “I’ll say something trashy in two seconds.”

You chuckle. “You always do.”

“Maybe it’s a defense mechanism.”

“Maybe you’re emotionally constipated.”

“Maybe,” he murmurs, watching you, “but you like me better that way, don’t you?”

You don’t answer, but your silence is loud enough. And Jungkook hears every part of it.

He shifts closer. The joint is forgotten now, burning down between his fingers. His eyes drop to your mouth for a second too long, like he’s deciding if it’s worth it. Like kissing you is both a gamble and a given.

“You didn’t answer,” he says, voice lower, teasing, but almost careful.

You tilt your head. “About what?”

“Me being emotionally constipated. You liking me better that way.”

You smirk, but there’s a beat of honesty in your next words. “I don’t like you better that way. I just… like you.”

His gaze flickers—like the words hit somewhere deeper than you meant them to. And for a second, neither of you says anything. The tension isn’t new, but this feels… heavier. Messier.

“You’re dangerous when you say shit like that,” he murmurs.

You smile. “And you’re dangerous when you don’t.”

He drops the joint into the ashtray and leans in like gravity's pulling him toward you. His nose brushes yours. His breath smells like weed and cinnamon gum and something distinctly him.

“Last chance to stop me,” he says, voice so low it vibrates in your chest.

You blink slowly. “Last chance to kiss me before I change my mind.”

He chuckles—just a breath—and then closes the distance. His lips press to yours, soft but certain. There’s no hesitation this time. No teasing. Just warmth and the kind of familiarity that should scare you but doesn’t.

You kiss him back, one hand curling into the front of his shirt, the other finding his jaw. He tilts his head, deepens the kiss, sighs into your mouth like he’s been waiting all day for this exact moment.

And maybe he has.

When you pull back, slightly breathless, his eyes are still on yours. “So…” he whispers, “was that emotionally constipated, or…?”

You grin. “Still very much constipated. But in, like, a hot way.”

He groans. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet,” you say, tugging him back down, “you’re still kissing me.”

And he is. Again and again.

He kisses you again, but this time it’s messier. His hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you in like he can’t stand the space between you, like it’s a personal offense. Your mouths crash together, lips sliding, breath hitching. It’s not soft anymore—it’s hungry. The kind of kiss that bruises, that says everything neither of you will ever admit out loud.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, still damp, pulling just hard enough to make him groan into your mouth. He kisses like he fights—like he needs to win, like he needs to ruin you a little just to feel okay again. His tongue grazes your bottom lip and you open for him without thinking, without hesitating.

“Fuck,” he mutters into your mouth, “you taste so good.”

You don’t even respond—you’re too busy climbing into his lap, straddling him like it’s muscle memory. His hands find your hips, gripping hard. Like he’s grounding himself. Like he needs the pressure of your body against his or he’ll fall apart completely.

Your lips are swollen already, your breathing ragged, but neither of you stops. Teeth clash a little, tongues fighting, his hand sliding up under your shirt to find skin. It’s clumsy, intense, addictive. You break the kiss just to catch your breath, only to dive back in like you’re starving for him. Like you’ll die if he’s not kissing you.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook groans, lips trailing down to your jaw, your throat. “What are we even doing?”

You pant against his skin, fingers clawing at his shirt. “Being so bad.”

He laughs, breathless, mouth still on your neck. “The best kind.”

And then he kisses you again—hard, deep, messy like a confession neither of you dares to say out loud.

He kisses you like he needs it to breathe. Like it’s not just a kiss—it’s survival.

Your mouths crash again, sloppy and desperate. It’s the kind of kiss that makes your teeth bump and your lips burn, the kind that leaves your head spinning. Jungkook’s hand is cradling your jaw now, thumb brushing your cheek as if that could balance out the chaos happening between your mouths. Spoiler: it can’t.

Your hands are roaming—up his chest, into his hair, pulling him closer when he’s already close enough to melt into. He shifts under you, groaning low in his throat when your hips accidentally roll forward. His fingers dig into your thighs like he’s trying not to lose it.

“Fuck,” he hisses, breaking the kiss just long enough to catch your eyes. His pupils are blown wide, lips red and shiny, jaw clenched like he's trying to get a grip. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Good,” you whisper, yanking him back in.

This time, the kiss is slower—but not softer. It’s a drag of tongues, a teasing nip to his bottom lip, a moan you try to swallow when he licks into your mouth just right. Your nails scrape his neck and he shudders, pulling you tighter against him. Your chest presses flush with his and neither of you can tell where one ends and the other begins.

You don’t know how long it goes on. Minutes? Hours? A lifetime? You’re half in his lap, legs tangled, hair a mess, and breath coming in short, needy gasps. And yet he’s still kissing you like he doesn’t care about oxygen. Like nothing else matters.

And maybe right now, in this twisted little moment where everything is all heat and tongue and hands that won’t stop wandering—you believe him.

He kisses you between sentences—like the conversation is an afterthought, like talking about other people while kissing you is normal. Maybe for you two, it is.

"Does Eunji ever kiss you like this?" you mumble against his lips, barely giving him space to breathe.

He lets out a breathless laugh, teeth grazing your bottom lip before he tugs it. "No. She kisses like she's saying goodbye all the time."

You pause at that, then kiss him again—harder. His hands settle on your waist, dragging you closer.

"And Taehyung?" he whispers into your mouth. "He still hold your hand when you sleep?"

"Sometimes," you pant, mouth brushing the corner of his. "Only when he's not too tired."

Jungkook hums against your skin, mouth trailing down to your jaw, then your neck. "Do you miss it?"

You tilt your head, let him kiss down to your collarbone. "No," you whisper honestly, then pull him back up by the chin to kiss him again. It’s messier now. Hungrier. Your lips glide against each other like you’re both trying to erase the names you just said.

"She makes me breakfast, you know," he murmurs between kisses, "Packs fruit in little containers like a mom."

You lick into his mouth, teeth grazing his tongue just slightly. “You ever think about her when we do this?”

“Only when you’re being mean,” he teases, nipping at your lip. “You?”

"Only when I feel guilty," you admit, then kiss him deeper—because guilt can wait.

His hands are tracing foreign paths under your shirt, his mouth never leaving yours, like he’s punishing you for every moment you spend talking about anyone that isn’t him.

"Fuck," he groans, pressing his forehead to yours, lips still brushing yours with every word. “We’re the worst.”

You kiss him again. “I know.”

But neither of you stop.

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[mccormickgf]

Hiiii, can u do a craig tucker with a baby fever/breeding kink x fem reader?? It would give me so much life cause i been reading the same fanfics of him over and over 😭, thank you so much if you do it

need to breed : craig tucker

warnings: nsfw (18+), fem and afab reader, breeding, p-in-v sex, pregnancy mentions, overstimulation, feral craig tbh

notes: i was just gonna write the smut part, but i love craig sm and wanted to write more 😭 also i haven’t written smut in months so i apologize if i’m rusty <3

“we should have a kid.”

you nearly choke on your own spit at your husband’s forwardness. craig’s always been very blunt in what he says about things or others. but when it comes to the things he wants, he’s a little less vocal. so hearing a suggestion, especially like the one he said, threw you for a loop.

“you- you want to get me pregnant?” you questioned, disbelief in your tone, “and have a baby?”

“that’s usually the order it goes in, yeah.”

you roll your eyes at his sass, but you don’t comment on it. instead, you question him. “whatever, whatever,” you said, “but what’s making you want this now?”

even before you and craig got married, you two talked about having kids one day. it was something both of you wanted in the future. but you weren’t expecting the conversation to happen in the near future.

craig pushes off the doorframe, walking his body to his side of the bed. you watch him curiously as his eyes trail down your body— only wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a thin tank top.

“clyde keeps sending me pictures of he and his wife’s new baby,” craig explained, “it— i guess it just makes me wonder what our baby would look like. and we have the funds to stay afloat, even with one.”

you smile lightly at him. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. maybe it’d have craig’s jet black hair and your eyes, or your hair and craig’s eyes and nose. when you thought about his strong arms holding onto a little chubby baby— your heart soared.

you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “let’s try.”

a broken sob falls past your lips as craig thrusts inside of you for the umpteenth time. you don’t know how long you’ve been there, laying on your back on the mattress with your legs folded to your shoulders, but you know you’ve been there long enough for craig to fuck three loads into your sopping cunt. or was it four? you could barely remember your own name, let alone how many times you’ve both cum.

“craig— oh god! it’s too much, ‘s too much!” you cried out. craig’s thrusts were furiously fast, yet accurate enough to hit that one spot that made you see stars over and over again.

“you can take it— fuck!” craig groaned, “gotta make sure you get pregnant, right?”

a shaky moan falls past your lips as you bite the bottom one, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you like a vice.

normally, craig is a slow-fucker. not necessarily overly slow in pace, but in how he takes his time to pleasure you fully. but this? this is a whole new thing for you and him. it’s like a switch got flipped inside his brain, and everything else was shut off except for his need to breed you.

craig’s cock continued to move in and out of you at an animalistic pace. your pussy was beyond spent, leaking a mix of his cum (that he hasn’t already fucked back into you) and yours onto the bedsheets. if you weren’t so out of it, you’d be embarrassed at the mess beneath you and the sound of it being fucked back into you.

“gonna fill you up with my babies, make you a mama,” craig continued to ramble, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? get you all, shit— nice and pregnant.”

your cunt involuntarily squeezed around his cock at his words, a pornographic moan escaping you. craig lightly chuckled, “oh, so you do like it. i just felt your pretty pussy squeeze me.”

your face burns, but there’s very little chance for embarrassment as you feel another orgasm building up, a heat in your tummy. frantic moans and whines escape you, the pleasure bordering on painful from how many times you’ve cum.

“god, fuck!” you cried, “craig, ‘m gonna cum!” tears of pleasure escape your eyes, falling down your cheeks.

with one hand, craig reaches down and runs firm yet rhythmic circles on your clit, making you gasp. with the other, he grabs onto your hand, pressing it to his lips.

“you gonna cum with me, honey?” he said, his thrusts becoming slightly sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm, “i’m gonna— gonna fill you up again, k? to make sure you have my baby.”

pleas leave your lips as you grip craig’s hand, throwing your head back as the heat in your stomach finally releases with a final loud moan. craig quickly follows, groaning as his load fills your pussy.

craig stays inside of you as his forehead falls against yours, both of your chests moving up and down in sync. you feel beyond spent, your legs numb from holding them up for so long.

but before you can say anything, craig leans up slightly so he can look in your eyes. “got one more in ya, honey? i wanna make sure i get you pregnant on the first try.”

[emiquety]

Feral reader on her period?

Satoru Gojo x Reader

I know I should be working on my extremely overdue kinktober prompts but I've been so unimaginably horny today (on my period </3) and can't help but imagine pouncing on a jjk man and riding him till he whimpers.

warnings/content: 18+, MDNI, implied chubby!reader, fem!reader, period sex, blood, oral (m!receiving), very messy, riding, no protection (no lube either fr), creampie, male whimpering, lowkey highkey manhandling (reader), and au where suguru is also a teacher at jjt

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Imagine bf!satoru who sent his pretty girlfriend a picture earlier that day of a wound he got while on a mission with Suguru (they were arguing and had his infinity off to get in suguru's face). Satoru completely forgot you were on day 2 of your period, so he obliviously sent you a picture of his bare torso after exorcising the curse, waiting to heal completely so you could see the nasty hot scar it would've left.

bf!satoru who was a little sad when you only left him on read, whining to Suguru about how "she must be mad at me:(" and Suguru would only roll his eyes and say "she probably forgot to hit send again, you're fine, Satoru."

Little did he know, you were still staring at the photo he had sent. Why are his tits so big and perky? Your mouth beginning to water slightly as you stared. Fuck, I wanna bite them so bad. Heat began to pool in your aching abdomen, your already wet folds leaking with blood and arousal. You quickly took off your sweatpants, taking off the heating pad, and running to to the bathroom for a few more pain killers to prepare for when Satoru comes home.

bf!satoru who came home with pretty pink and white tulips, a bag full of groceries for the week (He offered to make dinner tonight previously- plus his first years would be over for dinner tomorrow night after you heard how good Yuji was at cooking and invited him to join you and cook together... and you missed little Megumi- and really wanted to meet Nobara after hearing Satoru had another female student), and another bag full of your favorite snacks (He is soooo trying to apologize for whatever he might've done to upset you.)

bf!satoru who didn't stand a chance even have a second to prepare before you slammed his back against the front door, pressing your lips harshly against his as your hands roamed all over his body. Moaning against his lips as you drag his waist closer to you.

bf!satoru who was panting when you pulled away, a flush of red on his cheeks as he stared down at you behind his blindfold- that sat their for two seconds before you ripped it off to look into his half lidded eyes. You kept your gaze locked on his as you sunk to your knees, quickly undoing his pants and lowering his boxers enough until his semi-hard cock sprung free.

bf!satoru who couldn't hold back a gutted moan or keep his head straight up as you kissed his tip before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and sunk your head all the way down to the base of his shaft. Bobbing your head up and down as he continued to grow in your mouth.

bf!satoru who dropped the grocery bags and almost dropping your flowers before tightening his grip on them (he didn't want to ruin them). He used his free hand to pull hair from your face, moaning once again as he watched you take his cock in and out of your mouth.

bf!satoru who takes pride in his stamina. Being the strongest of the jujutsu world and in the confines of your home who am I kidding, it's anywhere with a sliver of privacy as the two of you make love. Except he didn't last long this time, cumming down your throat after maybe a minute and a half.

Pulling off bf!satoru's cock with a small pop and opening your mouth to show that you swallowed all his semen like a good girl <3 before standing once again, holding on to his slowly softening dick and leading him to the living room.

Throwing bf!satoru on the couch before pulling his pants completely off and forcibly taking his shirt off the fabric catching on his chin slightly but he's still too dazed from the sudden bj to even wince at it. Growling- growling- before straddling his lap, making sure to grind against his hardening cock so it rubs against your aching clit through the fabric of your underwear and the pad you were wearing.

bf!satoru who yelps when your teeth dig into the flesh of his left pec, skin vibrating as you moan against the fat of his chest. Making sure to leave a mark before moving to the other side and leaving another bite mark on his bulky chest.

bf!satoru who twitches against your clothed pussy as you growl "Mine." while starting to bite and suck on his neck. His hands trembling against the fat of your thighs, barely covering half of it with his enormous fingers as he whimpers underneath you. Slowly his hand slides up your leg, pulling at your panties and letting them go to slap against your skin.

bf!satoru who can't help but think I'll just buy a new pair as he rips off your panties, throwing them off to the side of the room completely ignoring the pad that could get blood on the floor. Slipping his cock though your entrance with a whimper as he feels how het you are.

bf!satoru who learns he likes loves period sex... Loves how wet and warm your insides are as you bounce up and down his cock, growling down at him like he's just a piece of meat for you to devour. Loves how rough you're being with him- taking exactly what you want. Loves how your tits managed to get bigger- firmer- as his right hand gropes your left breast while the other bounces with the rest of your body.

bf!satoru who moans and whines against your lips as you force him into another searing kiss. Gasping as you slam your hips down and start grinding your g-spot against the head of his sensitive cock, watching you as your head falls back with a guttural moan from the pleasure against the bundle of nerves within your walls.

Cumming around your boyfriend's dick as he spurts long threads of semen into you. Your nails digging into his shoulders as you continue grinding against him, the white red tinted pubic hairs tickling your clit as you move.

bf!satoru who grips your love handles as he pants your name out, his head falling as he presses kisses on to your wrist. A shuddered whine escapes him as he lift his head to meet eyes with you, your hungry stare sending a twitch to his slowly softening cock. Watching as your pupils dilate back and forth before a growl leaves your throat once again as you swiftly stand, firmly grabbing his bulky bicep and lead him to the kitchen.

Bending over and pressing your breasts against the cool marble of the kitchen island as you present your pussy to him. bf!satoru watching the mixture of fluids leaking from your hole as you wiggle your hips side to side, trying to entice him into round two already.

An audible gulp leaving bf!satoru's throat as he finally steps forward, placing a hand on your ass as he softly squeezes the fat. "Put it in, Satoru." You grumble back to the white haired man as he lifts his eyes to meet your glare.

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bf!satoru who open his phone hours later completely drained of semen after multiple rounds with his beautiful angel to see a text from Suguru saying, "She forget to hit send like I said?"

bf!satoru who types a quick response before setting his phone down once again as he wraps his arms around you once more. A hand softly scratching at your scalp while the other rubs soothing circles on your back as you lay on his chest, sleeping peacefully,

"HOLY GUACOMOLY SUGURU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! get ready to go suit shopping with me, because i am sooooooooooooooo marrying her"

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Currently 1:36 on Jan 2nd, im so tired and have work tomorrow </3

lmk if you guys like this writing style, because I personally love reading them, but I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. Kinktober prompts slowly coming out, next up is breeding kink with Nanami (My bsf's fav)

I'm trying to keep my pwp writings, but gosh was it so much easier to write straight smut. Anyways, likes, comments, reblogs always appreciated and loved. Happy new years, babes!!!!!

[pierregazly]

1+ 2 = ...4? ꨄ pierre gasly smau

pierre gasly x wife!russell!reader

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of twins, george having a meltdown

in which pierre put his tripod to use and caused two major outcomes, george has a meltdown, and all the fans just want to know what's going on?

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ynrussell joyeux anniversaire mon amour. three years ago today i married the love of my life and became the official mrs. gasly, so excited to give you your present tonight 🫶🏻

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username omg babes post the present!!! let us all be jealous

username happy anniversary mom and dad

charles_leclerc 🥳💗

username feel like it was just yesterday that i was jealous out of my mind about their wedding... still jealous tho

pierregasly joyeux anniversaire ma chère, i am the luckiest man in the world

pierregasly can't wait to give your your own present tonight

pierregasly it rhymes with tierod

username TRIPOD PIERRE

username im SCREAMING send this man right to PRISON

georgerussell63 god every time i see anything to do with you two i have to bleach my bloody eyes. happy anniversary you two, im disgusted.

username poor george, him and carmen are so tame compared to these two... i love the polar opposite sibling trope

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pierregasly i hope the pizza was good ma chérie, and hope it satisfied the little bean's cravings

ynrussell it was delicious... but we kind of want chocolate now too :(

pierregasly ill check ubereats and see what i can do

ynrussell mine and the bean's saviour 🫶🏻

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pierregasly unfortunately not the finish we would have liked, the 15 second penalty cost us significantly and i apologize to my team and all our fans for it. will come back bigger and better next time 💪 now time to go and spend some well deserved time off with my family

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username thank you for pushing through and giving us an awesome race to watch pierre!

username loved your helmet this weekend pierre!

username sad that mother ynrussell wasn't here this weekend, but happy to see her in the likes

username 'well deserved time off with my family' do we think that's alluding to something else????

username girl he's obviously talking about his wife and his family??? like what

username ummm sorry he almost always says 'my loved ones' gotta push the pregnancy rumour agenda some more

ynrussell we're all so proud of you pear 🫶🏻 the track limits and penalties are bullshit and i'll be sending a strongly worded letter to whoever costs you anything good

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pierregasly 😂😭🤍

username who is 'we're all' who is the plural that she's referring to omg

username i'm telling y'all... mother is becoming a real mother idc what any of y'all say

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ynrussell omf make sure you get extra cheesecake... and extra elcairs, and a few brownies... maybe get a few of everything??? the bean's want them!!!!

pierregasly well if the bean's want them....

username this SCREAMS my wife is pregnant and sent me on a late night snack run omf

username tell us your secret!!!!

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ynrussell sorry just have to appreciate how incredibly sexy it is seeing my super sexy amazing husband with kids!!! like how lucky am i!!! can't wait til' you're holding our future babies (my ovaries are exploding, i am crying, it's going to be a long day)

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username girl this seems a little feral idk

georgerussell63 this is certifiably disgusting. please grow up.

username you know who would post something like this??? a wife expecting a baby who is getting more excited about that baby seeing her husband with kids

username seems legit idk

pierregasly is this your nice way of asking me to pickup more eclairs on the way home?

ynrussell cinnamon buns too?? please?? je t'aime

pierregasly can't wait to hold our future bean's too ma chérie

username pierre as a dad is going to be so sexy, ynrussell is so right??? those babies are going to be beautiful omf

ynrussell and pierregasly

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pierregasly october 2024 / gasly thing 1 and gasly thing 2 🐣🚼

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ynrussell omg i'm pregnant???? SURPRISE

ynrussell maman is begging for them to come sooner, her poor back.

username AH I KNEW IT. I CALLED IT. MY HEART.

username THING 1 AND THING 2 AHHHHH

username pierre is gonna be a girl dad AND a boy dad?????? we're so blessed

georgerussell63 excuse me????

georgerussell63 you knocked my sister up????

georgerussell63 i told you to stay away from her??? this is outrageous i am disgusted

pierregasly sorry, tripod's work well.

ynrussell pierre delete this comment rn, i swear to god.

georgerussell63 (i am so excited to meet my baby niece and baby nephew. uncle georgie loves you both so much)

lewishamilton congratulations! roscoe is so excited 🤍

charles_leclerc uncle cha reporting for duty 🫡 congratulations, you two.

georgerussell63 i'd like to emphasize i'm still having a meltdown from when you casually gave me a bottle of gin to announce this. gasly genes should not be casually mixed like this.

username i dont think anyone understands the joy im feeling??? im honoured to be alive to see this

username they're gonna be such amazing parents im literally ????? so excited??????

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ynrussell thank you for the beautiful baby shower, auntie carmen already has spot number 1 🫶🏻

username omg omg omg omg

username this is SO CUTE

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username girl u look like ur about to pop (lovingly)

pierregasly my beautiful wife

ynrussell i don't feel very beautiful right now. i feel huge and tired and exhausted.

pierregasly still the most beautiful woman in the world

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ynrussell things are getting very, very real (not real enough for my back to not hurt, thing 1 and 2 you both are killing me)

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username this aesthetic is so CUTE (that room is fucking beautiful i want a house tour????)

username they're literally due in like less than 2 months???? pierre is gonna be a dad that soon???? praying for u ynrussell

charles_leclerc im personally demanding compensation for the bruises i have from putting the nursery together

ynrussell shut up cha, you literally offered and begged to be involved

pierregasly yeah shut up cha

alexandrasaintmleux can't wait to see my art piece up in the bébé's room 🫶🏻

ynrussell knew i could always count on you angel

username im so invested in this pregnancy none of you even understand

username starting a poll asap on the babies names omf

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ynrussell 2024.10.16 / welcome to the world my precious théodore and éloïse. maman and papa love you so much.

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username omg congratulations!!! such beautiful names.

username they share a birthday with charles im crying

lewishamilton congratulations! so beautiful, you are a rockstar ynrussell

charles_leclerc truly the best birthday present i could've asked for. ellie and théo should be so proud of their maman.

pierregasly the happiest day of my life, given to me by the most important woman in my life. thank you for blessing me.

username again i am so invested in this. i am so happy for these two, they're going to be incredible parents.

alpinef1team welcome to the family baby éloïse and baby théodore!

mercedesamg welcome to the family x2

username oh girl the racing teams are gonna FIGHT over these two just you wait

and there she is! after weeks of gasly!twin asks, i finally decided it was time to bring them to life in the realest way i could. i hope you all loved this as much as i loved writing it. thank you to everyone for all the incredible inspiration, and for continuing my obsession.

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[nightxcreature]

Do You Wanna Touch Me?

18+ ONLY

Summary: Part Two to Hotblooded, Reader can't help herself. She needs Dean anyway she can get him.

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Spice, Dirty Talk

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

A/N: wow. I did not expect that last one to get so much love and attention! Thank you all for being so kind! This is only my second ? time writing smut, so I hope it meets your expectations. I may keep this one going for at least one more part if you guys are interested. :) As always, comments, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated!

do not copy and share my work anywhere, you don't have permission.

I had been trying to fall asleep for hours now, and yet here I lay, half naked and clinging to a pillow for dear life. The ingredients in my drink from earlier were still running their course through my system and had left me panting at the mere thought of Dean. I’d rid myself of my T-shirt before Sam had even left my room, heat emanating from my body at a rapid pace. Sam had awkwardly averted his gaze before locking me in and reminding me that I should feel better after I rest. And yet even hours later, I feel like I’ll die if I don’t see Dean soon, speak to him, touch him…

                I groan as I shift to snag my phone from the nightstand, my hips rolling deliciously against the pillow below me. Feral thoughts of the hunter a few doors down rack my brain and I quickly pull up his contact before pressing the call button. His ringtone echoes down the hall from where I assume he is in the library before he answers.

                “Hey, Darlin’,” His voice alone causes my heart to race, a gasp leaving my lips, “Are you okay?”

                I shuffle to straddle the pillow below me as he speaks, the worry for me in his voice sending me into a frenzy, “No. I need you.” I practically cry into the speaker, “Need you so bad.”

                He sighs deeply and I can hear papers shuffling in the background, “You should be asleep, Sweetheart.”

                “Can’t sleep.” I mumble, rolling my hips against the pillow as he speaks, “Can only think about you. I don’t think I’ll think of anything else ever again.”

                “I’m trying to find something to help make it easier for you, I’m sorry.” He whispers, papers shuffling again, “I promise, it’s got to wear off eventually.”

                I let out a frustrated sound, my bottom lip jutting out as I whine, “I’m going to die in here! I’m going to die from needing you so bad and you wont even come in here to help me.”

                “I can’t come help you, Baby. It’s not you that’s asking for this.” He whispers and I can hear the frustration in his voice. One part of me is yelling for me to shut up, to hang up the phone and go to bed, try to somehow go to sleep and forget this ever happened…but the other part of me is ravenous, feral for the man on the other end of the line, and she is not going to lose this battle without a fight.

                “It’s your job to help people, Dean.” I cry out, a low blow I know, but the desperation coursing through my veins won’t let up, “Are you really going to leave me here like this?”

                “Don’t do that.” He growls out, “I told you before that we could talk about this when you’re not drunk off some god-level fuck juice. I want to talk about this. I do want to help you, but I won’t go in that room.”

                His take-no-shit tone goes straight to my core, which I know is the exact opposite of what he’s looking for, but I can’t stop imagining the firm look on his face as he scolds me. My hips roll quicker, a ravenous feeling overtaking my thoughts, “Please keep talking.” I whisper as my eyes close. I hear his breathing hitch, but he doesn’t speak for a moment, and I bite my lip nervously. Did I make him upset? I don’t think I can live with myself if he’s upset with me, “I’m sorry, I didn’t-.”

                “Don’t apologize.” He cuts me off quickly, “What are you doing?”

                Embarrassment should flood my system, but the idea of being caught getting off to his voice just spurs me on. I lift off the pillow to roll my shorts down my legs and then position myself over it again, “What do you think I’m doing?” I whisper seductively into the speaker. Hoping, practically praying, that he knows and he’ll throw whatever righteousness he has left out the window to come help me reach my goal. Sweat pours down my forehead and a heaviness sits in my hips, I rut against the pillow again to try and alleviate the feeling, a small moan leaving my lips as I do.

                The rough sound of his chair sliding across the library floor and his heavy boots thudding as he walks stills me. I sit with bated breath listening to the sound through the phone, waiting to hear him outside my door, “Where are you going?”

                I hear him chuckle quietly before his voice finally graces my ear again, “Where do you think I’m going?” I hear his boots come to a stop, but no sound comes from the hallway in front of my room.

                I groan in frustration, rutting against the pillow isn’t bringing the amount of relief that my body needs and the thought of Dean not being here to help me brings a sinking feeling in my stomach, “Where are you?”

                A door clicks closed on his end before he speaks, “What are you wearing?” He whispers gruffly, sending a shock to my core. I stay quiet for a moment before he whispers a bit softer, “You told me to keep talking. I won’t come in that room with you, but I am going to help you. Now, what are you wearing?”

                Though he can’t see me, I nod quickly and glance down to my torso. Thankful for the black lace panty set cladding my body so I don’t have to lie…I don’t think I could lie to him right now, “My underwear.” I whisper, holding my breath while I wait for him to speak again, “It’s black and lacy and I think you’d really like it.”

                He groans quietly and I can hear him lay down on what I assume is his own bed, “I’d like to see that.”

                “Come here and you can.” My breathing is heavy, anticipation building throughout me as I beg him, “Please.”

                “Please? You gonna beg me, Sweetheart?” He whispers lowly, the teasing tone spurs me on and I roll my hips against the pillow again, moaning louder as I do. I hear him suck in a breath before he continues, “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Touch me. Please, touch me.” I cry out, “I need you all over me.”

                He chuckles darkly, “I can’t right now, can I? But, you can.”

 At his words my hips stutter, I glance down at the pillow as I slide back toward my headboard, “You want me to…”

“Touch yourself, Baby. Where do you want my hands?” His voice is low as he instructs me and I dust the hand not holding my phone across my chest as I listen to his breathing, “Where do you want me to touch you?”

 “Everywhere. My chest, my legs, my….” I gasp as my fingertips rub over my clothed nipples; eyes still closed, I imagine his fingers being the ones ghosting across my frame.

I can practically hear the smile on his face when he speaks again, his voice quiet and heavy, “Yeah, I wanna touch you there, too. I can’t stop thinking about the things I want to do to you.”

“What else do you want to do to me?” I whisper, my hands making their way down my body at a slow pace. I play with the hem of my panties, imagining it’s his thick fingers there teasing me as he speaks slowly into my ear.

“I wanna spend all day between your legs, Baby. Wanna fuck you so good, you forget your name.” He whispers huskily, his breathing is heavier and I almost cum at the thought that he must be touching himself, too. I slide my hand into my panties and moan breathlessly at the feeling of relief that rushes my system. I circle my fingers around my opening, brushing my fingertips over the bud at the apex every so often

                “You drive me crazy,” I groan, throwing my head back against the headboard as I picture his face between my thighs and all the filthy noises he would be making while he eats me, “I need more. You make me so wet.”

                He curses into the speaker and I can hear his breathing quicken, “Take off your clothes.” The harshness in his voice causes my eyes to snap open and rushes me to strip bare faster than I ever have. I remain quiet as I lay alone, listening to his rapid breathing on the other end of the line, “You want me to fuck you, Baby?”

                I nod dumbly before realizing that he still can’t see me and quickly recover, “Yes.”

                “I want you on your hands and knees. Arch your back and touch yourself.” I nod again, rolling quickly to my hands and knees to do as he asks, “I can’t see you, Sweetheart. Are you listening to me?”

                “Yes, Sir.” I mumble as I rush to put the phone on speaker and roll my hips against my fingers, “I’m listening.”

                “Good girl.” He replies, chuckling as I moan at the name, “You like that?”

                “Yes. I love that.” I pant, rubbing faster against the bundle nerves between my thighs. My eyes roll back at the feeling and I try my best to focus on Dean’s voice as he continues to talk me through this.

                “All those little sounds your making are getting me so hard, Darlin’. I can’t stop thinking about how good you must feel, about how good I’d make you feel.” His husky whispers sends my imagination into overdrive as I raise up to sit on my heels. A single finger sinks into me and I moan out at the relief, “I’ve been thinking about being inside you all day. Whatever you want me to do to you, I’d do it. I want to be so deep inside you.”

                My eyes roll at his words, my breathing becoming heavier and I barely hear him when he asks, “You close, Sweetheart? Want me to make you cum?” The teasing lilt in his voice urging my hands to move quicker, my fingers rushing in and out of my opening like lightening. My toes curl and my vision goes blurry as the orgasm crashes into me suddenly. His name leaves my lips like a prayer as I come down and I hear him grunt, whispering my name quietly against the phone speaker.

                My breathing is heavy when I finally speak, “Thank you.”

                He chuckles awkwardly and I can imagine the way a blush covers his cheeks when he replies, “No need to thank me, Darlin’. I think I got just as much out of this as you did.”

                I laugh a little in response, feeling the hint of a blush rising in my own cheeks. The relief I feel is insurmountable and I can feel exhaustion taking over my body in exchange for the rabid horniness from earlier. “Do you think this is over? The potion, I mean.” I ask, waiting for the intense feeling of want to return.

                “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.” He mumbles, “If you need me again though, just call.”

                “Will do.” I reply, “We do have a lot to talk about when I’m feeling better though…”

                He laughs nervously before trying to hide it as a cough before agreeing, “Yeah, uh, we do.”

                “I’ll see you after my nap, Dean.” I answer with a slight smile, “And then we can see just how quickly I forget my name.”

                He snorts and I can hear the smirk in his voice, “Set a timer, Sweetheart, it won’t take long.”

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[hanbinniesmango]

zb1 tattoo worship please 🙏🏻 i really love zb1s tattoos so imagine kissing on them or licking them or something

zb1 tattoo line worship!!

kyy//: ima need all of zb1 to get tattoos because I'm feral already for the ones who have them, zb1 family road trip!!

(updated note): kinda lost the plot in matt’s but i’m too lazy to fix it :\

jiwoong: one night you and jiwoong were engaging in some intimacy, you promising you would take care of him like he does the same to you. you let him lie back against the plush pillows whilst you strip his clothes off. "I'm gonna make you feel so, so good. ok ji?" he nods. you start from sharing a passionate kiss with him, the two muscles moving with spirit and enthusiasm. you continue trailing kisses down his body, then moving to his chest. you plant kisses around his nipples, you hearing the shuddering breaths from above. "stop teasing me..please." you sighs out. you then smirk and continue down, passing down in front of his crotch. he holds his breath as you pause at his boxers. "do you want me to touch you here?" you say slowly. "yes, please." he pleads softly. "too bad. there's someone I really want to say 'hi' to." you continue down his legs, your hand leaving a longing touch at his crotch before leaving. you finally get down to his ankle, being met with tattoo that's etched onto the long of his leg connecting to his ankle. you place a couple of soft kisses to the tattoo with a smile. "I've always loved this little tattoo here, you know?" you say with a teasing laugh. "so I've heard, and also seen.." he says with a chuckle. you end your ministrations with a chaste kiss to the area. now that you've finished worshipping his precious tattoo, you feel you can reward him.

"since you've been such a good boy, being so patient while I play and tease you, tell me what you want?"

hanbin: hanbin was always sensitive when it came to his tattoo, you know this for a fact. you find yourself usually reminscing about the first time you kissed along his collarbone, the sweet song of his moans. he found it surprising at first from the sudden noise, soon to be finding it very cute that he hid his face in his arm, ears turning a pretty shade of pink. "I'm sensitive there,,sorry..." he mumbled out. you giggled at his apology. "bin you're too cute." he smiles with the praise. you started planting more kisses on his collar bones, leaving bites in the wake of your soft kisses. the more bites you left the louder he got with his moans and whimpers. "f-fuck, please touch me..." he whined out, hands gripping at the sheets underneath him. "I am touching you though...I mean, at least my lips are touching you, that counts right, pretty?" he then groans out. "please sweetheart, stop teasing me..please..." he begs. "fine." you say pulling away from his tattoo'ed collarbone. "but once I start, I'm not finishing."

what great times back then, weren't they?

matthew: you always caught yourself starring at matthew during your couple workout days. moreorso, his bicep. that damned tattoo. fuck, even the one on the back of his shoulder was worse. you would be zoning out on his tattoos in the middle of a workout, him somehow catching your lingering eyes each time. one day he caught up on and felt cheeky enough to bring up the topic to you. "hey baby can I talk to you about something?" he says in the middle of wiping the sweat from his nape with a towel. "yea? whats up? something wrong?" you say picking up your waterbottle to take a sip of. "why do you keep eye-fucking me during my workouts?" he says smoothly. you choke on your water. coughing a bit after swallowing it down. you feel your cheeks get hot, matt just staring at you with a cocky grin. "any answer?" he says. "well...because..you..your...uhm." "is it my tattoos?" he sends you a toothy grin. you slowly nod your head. even now you're thinking about him smothering you in his sweaty tatted bicep. would you tell him that? no. "follow me." welp, seems he already knows. he leads you to the gym bathroom with no one noticing, seeming though the gym is mostly empty. next thing you know, you're on your knees choking on his girthy cock. face pressed to his sweaty pelvis, the manly odor dizzying you. "slut, thinks she can absolutely gawk at me in the middle of a gym and get away with it? i think not." he says while shoving your nose into his musky pubic hair.

you died happily that night.

ricky: you and your boyfriend were doing your normal nightly activities, you both hugged up together on your shared couch. he was scrolling on his phone until he cocked his head a bit, his neck tattoo stretching out along with his neck. you'd find yourself normally trailing your fingers up and down it, somehow like now. your fingers somehow made it to his neck to caress his inked up skin. "mmh I love you so much..." you mumble out. you hear him scoff. "are you sure you love me, or my tattoo?" him turning to look at you with a soft smile. "would you believe me if I said 'you'?" you whisper out. he shakes his head. "that's what I thought" you say with a giggle. you then lean up to place some kisses along his tattoo. the spot sensitive even after years of getting the tattoo. "easy princess..." he sighs out, tilting his head involuntarily to give you more access to the area. feeling more brave, you start to suck hickeys into his flesh, his groans egging you on. "baby...don't..." he moans out. you feel him pull you onto his lap, mouth now leaving his neck. he locks eyes with your mischievous ones. its almost like your body is in a hazy auto-pilot with the way you start grinding against the tent growing from his thin shorts. “fu-fuck, don’t stop..” he stutters out. his hands guide your hips on his, him giving into the friction. you move his hands away from your hips, putting them crossed behind his head. “keep these here if you want my touch, rick.” he looks up at you with glossy eyes, before you dive into his pale collarbone and neck.

let’s just say..ricky ended up a lot more marked up then his tattoo left him..

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I get a domestic/housewife kink (NSFW) with Apollo and Hades (seperate)? Thank you

I hope you enjoy! I apologize I was unable to make it NSFW, I just couldn't seem to write it :(

-(Love) didn’t even know he had this kink until he came home to one day, baking in the kitchen, wearing an apron over your clothes, shorts and a tank top as it was warm out, and he froze, just watching you sing to yourself, having fun while whisking whatever it was you were making.

-You looked so… he couldn’t place his finger on the exact word he wanted to use to describe the beauty before him. You looked so happy; you showed him what he got to come home to each day- you felt like home to him.

-You turned, hearing him enter and you turned, and his throat tightened as perverse thoughts filled his mind, seeing that while facing him, your apron was hiding your clothes, making you look like you were naked under your apron.

-You beamed brightly at him, “Welcome home (Love)! I would give you a hug, but I’m covered in flour at the moment!” You ended with a cheerful laugh which brought a smile to his lips as he approached, not caring as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close as he sighed deeply into the embrace.

-You smiled, hugging him back, one of your hands lifting to scratch lightly at the back of his head, one of his weak spots and he groaned softly, sagging even more into you which made you laugh as you struggled to keep you both upright.

-You didn’t notice the change in your husband until several days later, after you realized he was watching you so intently, you could just be doing something simple, like folding laundry or cleaning up a mess you made in the kitchen, it was like he was studying you.

-When you felt embarrassed by his constant staring you finally got the courage and approached him, sitting on his lap, “Why have you been watching me?” He just smiled, wrapping his arms around your hips, “Can’t I watch my beautiful lover?”

-His words flustered you, your cheeks turning red as you looked away with a slight pout, “But this is different- can I ask why?”

-(Love) was silent for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed that you had caught him, only then did he realize how intently he had been watching you, as he lifted a hand to his mouth, his cheeks turning a bit red, “Well its…”

-He trailed off and avoided your gaze for a moment or two, before he finally admitted it, “I’ve come to find you doing things- domestic things I mean- very alluring.”

-Your eyes went wide, trying to comprehend this before you felt something twitch below you, making you look down before your eyes shot towards his as he gave a sheepish smile.

-Apollo- It was a short while later when you were holding a basket of clean laundry you just folded when Apollo plowed you down, sending the clothes scattering all around you as he leered down at you, licking his lips, “This is what I’m talking about- you look so beautiful like this- doing laundry and domestic things.” You squeaked in surprise by his words before his hands gripped your thighs, holding your legs open as he settled between them, grinding down on you, showing how hard he was and you moaned, throwing your head back, your mind racing. On one hand you were mad as he made you drop the laundry but on the other you were loving his desperate and frantic grinding onto you, like he was never going to have you again. You decided you were going to enjoy this, but you would make him rewash and fold the clothes the two of you were going to dirty again.

-Hades- You’re not sure how it had led to this, but you were in just your underwear wearing your apron again. You felt embarrassed as he looked practically feral, like he was trying to devour you with his eyes, seeing you in such a way. This felt naughty but it was making you excited as he swallowed, “Turn around and pretend like you’re baking something.” You did as instructed, revealing your near nakedness to his greedy eyes and you were expecting him to take his time and watch but you were quickly pinned to the counter, a squeak leaving your lips as you felt him wrestling your underwear down your legs, leaving you trapped in them as he rutted against you, a deep groan leaving him, “You look so good like this- gonna wreck you- gonna drown you in my cum so everyone knows that you’re mine and mine alone!” his sudden possessive words made a whine leave your lips as he continued rutting against you, gripping your hips with one hand as the other kept your head pinned to the counter.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Is it just me or is there something hot about premature ejection?

Like let’s say you finally got Zevlor to come into your tent at the teifling party. It started off so shy, he knows what to do but it’s just been so long since he’s touched someone. He doesn’t want to mess it up, to scare you off. But soon you’re straddling his lap, taking the lead wanting to egg him on so much till he goes feral. Then once you manage to slip him through your tight warmth, he just can’t help it. With a husky groan and a throbbing of his cock he’s filling your cunt, and you only had gone down half way…it’s pathetic…but you want him to do it again…

Rolan I imagine is even more pathetic, poor thing is all faux confidence and experience. When you two sneak off into the woods, he can hardly keep up with you. His cock so painful hard as your tongue slides against his, your hips grinding against his hard length still trapped in his trousers begging for touch, for that warmth he has only ever imagined in those late lonely nights. It’s all perfect, your body so soft, your grinding feeling so fucking good…then when you moan how wet you are, he can’t take it anymore. Poor Rolan cums in his pants, his face so flushed in embarrassment, his voice stuttering excuses. All you can do is smile and sink down to your knees, offering to clean it up…he didn’t realize you would be with your tongue. He couldn’t help himself when he came again shaking and whining as it spurted on your face…what an adorable loser….your going to fuck him hard…

I read this so many times anon… like…. So so so many times.

I- that Zevlor part, was so good. Holy crap I would let him do it again, premature ejaculation Zevlor is sooooooo hot like this made my body feel all warm and babbbbeessss my face was so flushed!!!!

Imagine how embarrassed he’d be, trying to hide his face with his hand, apologizing profusely. But he’s so cute like this, so you just move his hand out of the way and kiss the tip of his nose, your hips grinding down onto that perfect cock of his, “I don’t mind commander, you don’t need to be embarrassed~ I know it’s been a while for you~”

Ughhhhh and Rolan!!! What a beautiful disaster!! Yessss like imagine how pretty his cock looks as you pull it out of his pants, his cum decorating it with such a pretty shine. How could you not want to lick it off? Your warm lips wrapping around his messy prick, your tongue dancing around it cleaning his mess up. It’s enough to make him cum again.

Thank you anon for sending me this <3 it was beautiful xoxo

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

[cyberluvzu]

Could you do some head canons for dating Jeff the killer?

JEFF THE KILLER DATING HEADCANONS

Jeff The Killer x Reader

I've never really written about Jeff, but I definitely have a couple of headcanons about him. TYSM FOR THE REQUEST MWAHHHH (also I'm SO SORRY for not responding sooner, I completely forgot I had this in my drafts 😭)

- Pretty cocky

- In the "I'm so much better than you all, just look at my partner and tell me I'm wrong" way and in the "I'm so hot and sexy, look at me" way

- LOVES PDA

- He goes INSANE with it bro

- Hand holding? Kissing? Literally touching you in any way?

- Immediate yes from Jeff

- Really likes the idea of people knowing your his

- Would find ways to make sure people know

- Maybe wearing a necklace or some kind of jewelry with his initial on it

- Or he'll mark you up if you'd like

- Bro goes feral when you let him

- He just loves the idea of people knowing you are his

- I think that he would cut his smile back in every now and then, after it inevitably starts to heal

- You'd have to help him clean and disinfect it

- He refuses to, just because he knows you'll go and help him

- And because he's lazy

- SPEAKING OF WHICH

- Lazy as fuck

- Expect a lot of "I just wanna stay in tonight babe" getting thrown at you

- He loves showing you off, yes of course he wants people to see you in that cute outfit, and know that only he can have you

- But he also likes to stay in with you, just the both of you, him and you all comfy, cuddled up and just being alone together

- He'd like it when you'd get all dressed up for him

- This man LOVEEESSSS when you dress like he asks you to

- "You should wear this top, you'd look hot, babe"

- "Hmm... okay!"

- He's absolutely internally celebrating

- He also has pretty bad anger issues

- When he does have his outbursts and they happen to be directed to you, he'll come and apologize after an hour or so

- You'd seriously have to work with him to get it in check, because WOAH BRO

- He'd be upset about a mission going wrong and then take it out on you, but he knows it's not your fault, he's just pissed off

- But he can't control it and ends up lashing out

- Leaves you alone for a while, for his sake and yours

- One of you ends up going to the other and talking about it

- He'd still be mad about his issue, just won't direct it at you because he feels bad about before

- You'd have to work on communication with him, he's obviously not the best at it

- Branching off of that

- He also gets jealous pretty easily

- A guy is hitting on you? Boom he's on the floor and Jeff is beating his ass

- Gets mad when people flirt with you or talk with you in a manner that he considers "too friendly"

- Thankfully he understands that it's not your fault, it's the other person's

- But that doesn't mean he won't be upset at you

- Oh no, no, no

- He'll be upset and not know what to take it out on...but you're there, because you always are.

- He ends up being mad at you, but just slightly

- A snarky comment here and there, but c'mon now, it's Jeff, whatcha expect?

- He doesn't get TOO mad at you, just more frustrated

- Because why'd you have to go and be all smexy and hot??? 😓😓

- But when he inevitably calms down, he understands it's not you, and to stop talking shit

- He'd absolutely call you all kinds of nicknames

- His favorites are, baby, doll, sweetheart, and my love

- Would definitely call you nicknames in front of everyone so they know you love him and he loves you

- He'd also like to put his hand on your thigh whenever you two sit next to eachother, it's almost a comfort thing for him

- Likes to brag about dating you

- "oh I'm ugly? Then how did I score my sexy ass partner?"

- He has zero shame about loving you

- Absolutely none

- He'd send you messages when he's on missions because he misses you

- But he's too stubborn to admit it

- Would send you pictures of the people he killed and call it his "work of art", "masterpiece", something along those lines

- He worked hard pls be proud :((

- Has minor insomnia, so expect to be staying up with him late into the night

- He likes when you stay up for him, because it means more time with his favorite person

- Stays up and talks with you, plays video games, cuddles, anything you or him wants to do

- He absolutely loves the nights where you two stay up late, cuddle, and talk. He loves spending more time with you

- So what he already spent the whole day with you? He wants more!!!!

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HELLO GUYS!!!! I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD🙏🙏🙏. I MISSED YOU ALL DEARLY. I've literally been so busy it's genuinely insane 😭😭. I lwk half-assed proof reading this, so I'm sorry if there's anything wrong. BUT THATS IT I LOVE YALLLL MWAHHHH MWAH

[chasedeys]

Hi do you have a favorite moment between Joe and Ja’Marr ?? Also how would you describe their relationship I’m new to this fandom and they are just so close and adorable

hi there!! thank you sm for coming by and sending this ask bc now there's like 2k+ words under the cut 😭 i feel like i should apologize profusely for the unchecked word vomit oh my god

to start off, like would you believe me if i said i’ve been a fan of the bengals for like a month :')) started ts during the week leading up to the first regular season game when jamarrs contract literally gripped me with the drama of it all. so for all my word vomit below feel free to fact check me ahaha

you asked me for a favorite moment for joemarr and i start describing their entire life together i am so very sorry, but:

on the top of my head literally just two weeks ago. this 63 yarder jamarr and joe made that led to an mildly feral celly where they just. didn’t know how to act right and got made fun of for not doing a cool celly?? this insane anon ask i sent before i caved and made a sideblog was actually just my word vomit over it 😭. And also last weeks celly, a whole lot softer and more tender with jamarr skipping then walking straight towards joe who held his arms out for him? thats crazyyyy he was expected! he was welcomed!! he was loved!!! the way one of the fired up coach just let joemarr have their intimate little moment before slapping jamarrs shoulders in joy is also crazy to me 😵‍💫 and just this screenshot of that celly where they’re just wrapped around each other right in front of their sidelines. the fuck. watched that shit sick to my stomachhhh i had enoughhhh.

this edit with the compilation of their post-tds pinky shakes oh my goddd. just every time they do pinky shakes!! who does that!!!! the softest possible way they can make a handshake (since college my god) in a status quo where you make the most elaborate handshakes to look cool and spread joy and burn up adrenaline but these two chose to do a quick twist of their pinky fingers (the symbolism of it alllll how dare theyy) and pressing knuckles together for however long they want to. the roty award where they did their pinky shake is one of my favorites huhu

the lakers date…..the way i had no idea sam and dj reader were with them on this date until i see a full vid of lebron meeting them 😭 and the lore goes crazyyy for this whole thing bc apparently joe was having the shittiest week in arizona and jamarr made an obscure ig story that he arrived in az before deleting it (like whyyyy would he do that) and then boom. they’re in the lakers game in lsu/lakers colors. and jamarr did that arms around shoulder thing that blows my mind because what the fuck is wrong with him why would he do that in front of lebron james and anthony davis and like national tv idk. joe also clapped (??? for whatever reason this fucking dork my godd) his hands right in front of jamarrs face when jamarr was being introduced to the stadium.

THE WEIRD CLOTHES PAIRING THING IS INSANE TO ME TOO. they do it in such subtle ways that you just think its a coincidence and you're delusional and it probably is but!! but??? they went to the game wearing yellow and purple (color coordinating lakers colors!! if i were on a date i would also do that cringy shit!!) that is also coincidentally lsu colors! another theory is they each chose to wear lakers colors without the other knowing of which this is just another case of soulmatism. the matching shoes during week 3! the sort of matching color schemes for their away game airport fits! last week both wearing rick owens apparently idk?? no idea if they've done this before this season btw i just got here lol. this is reaching ofc but very fun to think of!

jamarr being batshit crazy with his words abt joe. 'he's like a god to me' 'trying playing without my favorite quarterback' 'i told him dont scare me like that again. he knows how to slide he's just hard headed' 'im here for the future, for him. i want you to be here for the future' (this was abt joe playing through an injury :)) etc etc. something about 'just keep winning as many championships together' or like 'me and him come as package' or something fairy tale ish like that idk man he's crazy i could make something up only to be bamboozled because he has in fact said shit like it before. and like his refusal to consider anyone but joe for the no. 1 qb hhh. somebody needs to put him in an mri and study his brain when shown a picture of joe burrow bc like?? the way jake had to prove himself before jamarr even followed him on ig is ??? pls be normal jamarr i beg of u (he's perfect the way he is).

while jamarrs insane with his words, joes insane with his actions!! the lsu sec championship ball he gave to jamarr. that little look like ‘hey you want it? okay its rightfully yours' mkayy crazy ass!!! jamarrs lsu championship game worn jersey joe asked for and worn for their first game back in nola. just what the fuck went through joes mind that led to this. their dads (both named jimmy both close since lsu too, cute!) were asked about their fav joe game day fit they said the jamarrs lsu jersey 😃! in laws approving your partner of choice etc. this is jimmy chases interview regarding joemarr too btw haha. anyway back to joe being insane—the demented way joe runs to jamarr and hops around him and slams his helmet to his when jamarr makes plays. and like again this is speculation as in no citation sorry but jamarrs reason for going to cincy is definitely in part because of joe?? joe being the one to text him pack your bags you’re going to cincy is crazyyy. firmly believe joe talked him up and asked for him! when they last parted before joe went to cincy did they make a pact that they would play in a team together again? did jamarr reach out when joes 2020 season ending injurys news reached him? did he watch him go down that first time?

also during their lsu days they interviewed the wr core and they were asked abt who joe likes best (stupid ass question in my opinion btw. why would they ask that), it was so....sooooo......like jamarr was so shy and unsure!! he's like 'is it..me?' and terrace going 'he does like throwing to jamarr most' and then jamarr bursting into embarrassed laughter like okay??? okay 😭😭 fine okay be cute or whatever. in my mind back then jamarr was a whole lot more unsure of his presence in joes life because hes super young, his qb is literally 3 years older, its their first year playing together etc but i think being joe being upfront on asking jamarr to play with him in cincy (again speculation on my part no idea if this is true ha) just cements the little gremlin in his head that believes he has to be crazy about joe

their 2021 preseason jamarrs drops were apparently disgusting enough for people to shit on his entire life idk and crucify the bengals for drafting another wr but joe was so firm on his belief in jamarr! that's devotion babyyyy his clap back in the first post game presser was very much what were u saying abt the loml coded love that for them

last feb probowl dramaaa rumors of jamarr moving to houston bc he chirped at cj stroud that he knew cj wanted to play with him or smtg so he had to post this very emotional very sincere tweet and speak abt it in an interview 😭😭 just head empty no thoughts mouth racing! joe probably teased the ever living shit out of him 'so you’re moving to houston without telling me :( i had to find out through twitter :(('

just teasing each other in numerous occasions over each others speed??? that mic'ed up moment when joe teased jamarr over being slow! yelling out his name so many times just to say that he was a little slow and jamarr shooting back instantly with an incredulous ‘be serious. be serious.’ vs jamarr nagging joe over being slow ass hell during his 20 (?) yard rushing attempt and joe defending himself in the whiniest voice i have ever heard from him saying he had to wait for ted to block before him (ted then going what did i do? ted I’m sorry you had to be dragged into their weird mating dance banter) and also this gem of a jamarr tweet (x)

speaking of jamarrs twitter, 17yo him’s curiouscat answers that insanely aligns with joe is nothing short of crazy. they have not met or heard of each other then i don't think. but according to it he likes them older, smart, doesn't mind if they're taller, but he doesn't fw long distance so he flew his ass to ohio 😮‍💨. (also whooo be sending these asks high schoolers dear lordd 😭). the soulmatism between them is kinda crazy like joe being well over 3yrs his senior yet still they had a moment chance to play together during jamarrs freshie/sopho (?) year in college because joe chooses to transfer to lsu, and coach o taking a chance on him despite not playing for how many long, winning a championship (!!) together for that one year that they could play together, and saying fuck that only one year bullshit before flying jamarrs ass right to cincy so they could play 4 and counting more years together.

jamarr talking abt where it apparently clicked for joe and jamarr that joe can throw to jamarr and jamarr would be right there to catch it haha. like he didn't give a shit if people thought it was joes big life changing moment hes just insisting that that was when he and joe really clicked!

literally my favorite mic'ed up moment between them. the teasing! the nagging! 'you see the big blue thing' 'don't do me that' 'that's the endzone' then the laugh!!!! ‘he’s gonna get mad at me when i tell him this shit' then gesturing joe over like hes a cat my god jamarr 'you couldnt overthrow me?' a very affronted 'my guy you were wide open' aughuhghuhhguu joy love laughter etc. (side note can't help myself sorry pretty sure the reason joe teased him about the endzone is bc jamarr could’ve gone for it but got tackled bc he was kinda slow to start sprinting and when he did he just sat there legs out shoulders dropped looking disappointed but cute as all hell i love him sm)

sooo many other moments because theyve literally been in each others lives for over five years!!!! recently joe saying jamarr playing is fun to watch 😵‍💫, jamarr saying numerous times that joes a tough mfer but also hard-headed and how he's also hard-headed but at least he listens (my guy....reflect again), that article of jamarr knocking on doors for a house near joe that he denied i think but he also said that he kept his stuff in joes house before he got his own, that jamarr gq shoot where he went insane and lied (or did he?) about buying joe clothes that just led to the ridiculous clothes saga that is still unsolved to this day and that tb and tee very obviously teased him over and somehow the socmed team clowned him on too 😭

etc etc stop me please

AND ANYWAYSSS MOVING ON:

how i would describe their relationship is ride or die with incredibly similar way of living by which i mean they live and breathe a sport they’re so talented in and they play to win and beat themselves up for doing bad in but also with the awkwardness of knowing they’re two vastly different people with different ways of seeing things and handling things but also even with that steadfast difference of being they also believe in each other in a truly outrageous way that it translates to them saying and being insane about each other (hence the list above) with little to no shame. (i hope this makes sense because im not reading all that over again wow)

like they’re so complicated to me!! by all means i don’t actually know these two or what they’re really like, but surface level they’re so different! their temperament is literally 180, joes cool and steady persona, incapable of being ruffled, closed off, moments of silliness he brings out only in certain situations, smart little quips he gives out at times like he can’t help himself vs exuberant open extroverted blustering to hide his shyness runs his mouth always down to fight jamarr chase. they couldn’t be more different! so how can they read each other so well? how can they run routes and plays with minute changes whilst running from men trying to take them down between one heartbeat to the next? how is it that jamarr is so down bad for this man that he can just say the shit he does about him? how much trust does joe have in this man that he shuts down every bad shit anybody tries to tell him or coax him to say? something about /always/ choosing the other despite everything is always a thing that attracts me to a ship.

also after that infamous kc game shove, i definitely think they had a very tough heart to heart where jamarr maybe spills his full feelings over the contract and how he hasn’t been getting the ball to actually make big plays and how his worth as a wr1 is being brought to question and joe probably spills on his own feelings on how jamarr held out so long and had last minute (?) changes of playing that week one ramps up joes own anxiety and hang ups like i definitely feel like he had some unchecked anxiety over playing with his wrist that first game that jamarr probably said something incredibly insane yet uplifting about in response. the next game its like they mended some unseen frayed stitch of their connection! first drive banger of a 41 yarder td for jamarr, two tuddys for the game in fact lol!! joe gets him his deep ball, then the insane way joe rushed at him after his 63 yarder in the next game, its like that first touchdown against minnesota again. i just wish the very best for them, to keep making these insane passes and insane runs they've been making since lsu.

anyway i feel like a lot of my rambling is for jamarr sorry 😭 he’s like a drug to me such an interesting person i base my thoughts around him. I feel obliged to say i wrote my first ever fic and its them lmao and i link this just as a fair warning to everyone that i very obviously write and ramble in the tags like im in love with jamarr, definitely with some bias, and I’m learning how not to be ashamed of that !

also nobody asked but scrolling through the hell that is my photo gallery i just have to share my favorite tee photo which is coincidentally the mock photoshoot the bengals socmed team made them do to clown jamarrs gq shoot ahaha

hearts ❤️ thank u for reading all the way through :"))

[tending-the-hearth]

so bc they're on my brain and the amount of people acting like clarisse should be hated on the same level as luke is making me go feral so hcs about one of my favorite girls and her annoying brother percy <3

she and percy's names in each other's phones are "rissy" and "prissy" and they absolutely refuse to tell that to anyone

the only time people find out about the nicknames is post-blood of olympus when the head counselors meet with the camp jupiter senate and they go off in private and percy just grins at clarisse and says "hey rissy" and it's one of the only times anyone ever sees her truly cry and they have a teary reunion where they're definitely hugging each other way too tight

clarisse definitely gets closer with sally and paul when percy disappears. she visits more, and even spends the weekends there if she's having a bad time. she also bonds more with annabeth during that time too

post-chariot quest percy and clarisse check in on each other a little more. for them, it's in the form of sparring, so people think they're back to their rivalry, but they're really just having the time of their lives, laughing and grinning at each other

they have a heart-to-heart in the time between battle of the labyrinth and last olympian, where clarisse genuinely apologizes to percy, and they have a talk about everything percy's ever overheard, everything that happened with chris, with ares, with gabe, end it's very very healing for both of them

honestly that's the point where they start to see each other as siblings. percy brings clarisse back to the apartment, and sally and paul immediately just fall in love with her and are ready to adopt her then and there

clarisse and grover are the next ones that sally and paul reveal the pregnancy to, and clarisse tries so hard not to freak out until sally talks about how happy she is that estelle will have two wonderful big sisters to look up to.

GOD when percy first disappears, and clarisse wakes up to the sound of annabeth screaming for her boyfriend. it's the first time since silena's death that she's felt utter and horrifying fear in her heart

clarisse is one of the main campers to go out looking for percy, to the point where she's barely at camp

they send each other the stupidest photos, like i mean the absolute ugliest photos in the entire world, and each of them has a separate folder in their camera roll for it

there's a point during heroes of olympus where clarisse starts calling sally and paul mom and dad, and when percy comes back and it happens in front of him he just gets the biggest, stupidest smile on his face before clarisse punches his arm and shoves him off his chair

clarisse and percy have weekly dinners at sally and paul's <3333 where it's just the four of them + estelle once she's born

percy, texting clarisse after living in nr for a while: "hey i'm visiting mom for the weekend do you want to get lunch"

clarisse: "i hope your bus crashes and you die in a fireball"

also clarisse: "noon @ mcdonalds tomorrow if you're late i'll have a panic attack"

annabeth and chris see their text conversations and half of it is the two of them threatening to kill the other and use every piece of blackmail they have on each other and the other half is the deepest, most emotional conversations they've ever seen

literally no one understands their friendship, the rest of the seven asks annabeth about it one evening after seeing clarisse clothesline percy and steal his food before he sits down beside her and they engage in a quiet, obviously personal coversation that ends in a tight hug and annabeth just shrugs

[thefangirlbrainrotheadquarters]

Attitude Adjustment

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Satoru Gojo x fem!reader smut

TW: pet names, overstimulation, Gojo is absolutely pussy drunk and reader is too fucked out to care, all characters are of age of consent, brat taming, reader is in a mating press, slight degradation, unprotected sex, creampie,established relationship. If I left anything out please let me know.

Context: You and Satoru were spending the day on a date and you were being a brat the entire time. So obviously once the two of you get home you are going to have to learn your lesson.

This is absolutely Gojo brainrot so a whole lot of thought did not go into it.

Thinking about possibly doing a series like this were all the husbandos give their lover an attitude adjustment because who doesn’t love those? :)

“if you’re gonna act like a brat then I am just going to have to treat you like one, Bunny.”

Overstimulation is one of his favorite moves. Foreplay is his specialty. He starts with his fingers deep inside you pressing right on that spot that makes you forget your name. You’ve lost count of how many times you gushed all over his fingers but your legs are about to give out and you keep trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “Where is all that nerve now?” He would taunt.

When he finally takes his fingers away you are laying in a puddle of your own juices. Not that he cares. “There is no way you thought that this was over, Angel. I haven’t even punished you yet.” He said after licking his fingers savoring the taste on each digit. He completely ignores your pathetic little whimpers trying to say that you were sorry as if that was going to spare you from the long night ahead of you.

When you have really pissed him off you find yourself in a mating press completely at Satoru’s mercy. He is pounding into you like he hates you, his blue eyes locked with yours. “Don’t you dare look away, Princess I wanna see those eyes while I fuck you stupid.” He had completely bottomed out, big fat balls smacking into your ass, still ignoring your pleas for him to slow down. He would be whispering filth in your ear as he continued to fuck you into the mattress.

“That’s it, Princess take this dick like a good girl.”

“Aw is my baby cryin’? Come on baby I know you can cum for me again. Make another mess for me.” When your next orgasm absolutely wrecks your body you have no idea how many times you have fallen apart under him it was almost as if he got even harder. Your tears turn Satoru absolutely feral. He knows he isn’t going to last much longer but how will you learn not to be such a brat if he doesn’t fuck you so good you forget your own name?

“That’s my girl.” He would say between grunts. His eyes would flutter shut, his thrusts were still so deliciously intense but they do become shorter, so you know he is reaching his limit, not that he cares. Even though you are the one being punished Satoru is very much pussy drunk and there really isn’t any use in trying to reason with him about pulling out. Not that you would because you are too fucked out to say a coherent thought at this moment all you can do is cum. Don’t bother trying to apologize either. Being cute is not going to get you out of this one.

You have no idea how long it’s been and you are laying in a puddle of your own juices at this point and your beloved Satoru is at his limit. Between thrusts he would say something like “Fuck this pussy is so tight, you’re gonna milk me for everything I’ve got aren’t you, Angel?”

“I should empty my balls in you shouldn’t I? Turn you into a stupid little cum dump for me huh, Pretty?” All you can give is a lewd “Yes, Daddy please give me all your cum please!” As you wrap your plush legs around him just a little tighter. That sends him over the edge, when Satoru is pussy drunk he breaths the prettiest moans when he finally lets himself cum. He’s a complete mess, moaning on and on about how you are such a good girl for him and how proud he is of you for being a good girl and taking your punishment.

In bed he is a menace but Satoru is a firm believer in aftercare and after he carries you to a warm bath and changes the sheets he treats you to your favorite take out place and you fall asleep safely in his arms.