#Jared McCain

[ag32-tm0]

76ers socmed has an agenda.

[lilpaigeywbb]

updated (again)

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FICS

my eyes only : when paige finds your 'my eyes only' on snapchat 💋

the reality of distance: surprising p when she needs you most 💌

favorite teacher: when paige finally gets with her hot teacher 💋 - part two

addicted to you: paige is your drug dealer but turns into more 💋🌧️ -part two: recovering from you 🌧️💌

bad dreams, bad dreams go away: when paige has a nightmare, she seeks you for comfort 💌

relief: paige is on her period, so you have to make her feel better and loved. 💌💋

TEXTS

when she's away: when ur missing p 💌

when shes away (ii): sexting paige when she misses you 💌💋

jealousy: paige sees someone getting a little too close to you at a game and gets jealous

wya?: paige gets jelly when your location is off but it ends not so well 💌🌧️ - wya? (ii): what happens after paige gets jelly because ur location is off but it ends not so well 💌

taco bell: paige feeds into your taco bell obsession and addiction 💌

juju watkins

coming soon!

jared mccain

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caitlin clark

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[avvwritesstufff]

MY 2 GOATS🥰

[all444glo]

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL 2

more hcs cs yall asked lol 18+

his love language is definitely acts of service, he can’t help but to keep you in mind 24/7. it doesn’t matter if he’s halfway across the world, if you mentioned it and he sees it, it’s yours.

he’s very secure in his attachment to you but at times he can be a bit of an overthinker.

“my calls are going straight to voicemail ?” (sent 3 times)

“oh sorry forgot you’re on a plane 😅”

he loves morning sex.

fucking into you lazily before his early morning workouts, getting his day started not only with you but in you— his favorite place to be.

his wallpaper to his macbook is you arching naked in front of the sunrise shining through you alls bedroom window

you’re his voice of reason in any situation. even it’s for something as simplistic as a song for a tiktok, he asks you. you keep him grounded, he knows his decisions are rational if he runs them by you…even if you are also a bit off your rocker.

“babe for my next press conference they’re gonna ask about my nails, what should i say?” “tell them you like it and they don’t they can di—“

he loves calling his “sweet girl” despite you finding it extremely corny

your perception of him is so important to him, you’re one of the few people that he feels will keep it real with him. status didn’t change your personality and that was something he respected about you.

no matter how much his pay increased, if he started to fuck up as a boyfriend you let it be known every time. he loved that the money didn’t make you submissive and you still cursed him out every once in a while, he hated blind obedience from women that dated athletes.

DO NOT WEAR LINGERIE FOR THIS MAN. it was you alls first time being intimate with each other, and you bought very expensive designer lingerie and he didn’t even bat an eye.

disappointed, you changed into a big shirt and a bonnet—your usual duo.

he took you down like you had on a piece of string….

it was something about you in your most natural state that made him almost feral.

he does not do soft launches. once yall made it official you had a highlight on every single one of his pages

a devoted lover to say the least

no really he was devoted

he constantly sat you in front of mirrors and played with you until your juices hid your reflection. he praised you constantly, almost offended that you did not worship yourself the way he did you

he made you look at all the pretty faces you made, listen to all the lustful noises you made as he stimulated you in different ways

he’s lowkey your favorite homegirl, he’s always down to do something.

unbeknownst to you it’s because he knows you have had a hard time adjusting since the move for his job.

philly was way different than north carolina and making friends was not your forte, not to mention you strongly disliked all the other WAGS

“girly” or not, if time permitted he’d do it with you, no matter how ridiculous it made him seem

facials, manicures, silk presses, you name it.

he just wanted to make you happy just like how you moved to philly to make him happy

[difficultfckers]

cuties

[churrobear]

[fivesweat]

Back when he was DL and no one knew

[naplias]

jared's 30 pt night | brooklyn @ philly november 22 2024

[ag32-tm0]

Imagine if we had a component organization.

[jodielandons]

MALE ATHLETES + NAIL POLISH

Jordan Clarkson | Jared McCain | Caleb Williams | Jalen Green

[avvwritesstufff]

THATS.MY.ROOKIE. no one loves jared mccain more then me ty.

i already know kah is loving this

[all444glo]

PERFECT ANGEL 🪽

warnings- smut with plot lmao!

summary: You’re the night to Jared’s day and he loves to see the night come ;)

You fanned yourself with the napkin that was previously being held down by the sad little cocktail you ordered. Some outdoor event for one of Jared’s brand deals—half press, half party, and all too humid. You were happy for him, of course. Proud, even. But the sweat building between your thighs and the cheap vodka swimming in your system weren’t doing you any favors.

You were trying. Really trying to be the supportive girlfriend. A lil WAG in training. But between constantly checking if your lace was lifting from the heat, swatting away whatever bug decided to make you its target, and fake smiling at people who didn’t know how to keep it pushing—you were so over it.

Meanwhile, Jared was in full campaign mode. Signing foreheads. Kissing babies. Smiling for every camera. It was always like that—he walked into any room and the whole place lit up. Meanwhile, you had resting bitch face, bitch thoughts, and matching bitch behavior. You weren’t disrespectful. Just… selective. If you weren’t Jared or your best friends, chances are you got hit with a quick “that’s crazy” and a head nod. He didn’t mind. In fact, he liked that about you.

“Angel,” his voice came from behind you, low and sweet in your ear. “You good?”

You gave him a shrug-nod combo while moving the straw around in your drink, not really looking at him. “We leaving soon. Like, two more hours,” he said, rubbing your shoulder.

That just irritated you more. “Jared, you know I hate the heat, and you know I hate people,” you mumbled, pressing the cold glass against your chest. “You gotta pick one, 'cause I’m not doing both. And you said two hours like that’s some lil shit.”

You frowned, trying not to catch an attitude—but you were already there.

“I’m mad at you” you said with your jaw clenched, evoking an immediate eye roll from your boyfriend. “I look a mess and you out here talking to everybody and they mama”

“Y/n you look normal, and secondly that’s my damn job” He grabbed your hand and kissed it, trying to reassure you in some capacity. “Quit with the attitude”

You couldn’t help it. He barely gave you 3 hours notice about the event. He didn’t tell you it was outside. And, the way he kept being extra friendly was only adding time to your sentence. He rubbed your thighs like that was supposed to help. His palm was hot through the thin sundress you threw on, and it was overstimulating.

“It’s too hot for all that touching,” you muttered, swatting his hand away.

“Don’t move my hands,” he said, calm but firm—that tone. The one that made your stomach flip even while you were tryna be mad. His hands slid back up, past your collarbone, fingers brushing your neck just enough to make you shift.

“We can do whatever you want after this,” he said low, teasing his fingers along your jaw. “Shopping, eating;I know your grumpy ass is hungry.” Lord knows he had spoiled you rotten, the key to your heart wasn’t material things. But it sure was a hint to it. You knew Jared would do just about anything to make you happy, it was one thing for you to be your usual nonchalant self but grumpy you was a different story.

You tried not to smile, but it slipped. “Okay,” you grumbled, adjusting in your seat.

Your body felt hot in a different way now—and Jared could tell. He always knew how to tick you off just enough, then flip the script the second he wanted your full attention.

Somewhere between that conversation and the way his hand never left your backside as he paraded you around, your attitude started softening. You didn’t even protest when he told you it was time to go.

“Let’s go baby,” he said in your ear. No explanation. You just followed him out. Despite his personality, Jared tended to be introverted just like you. Sure— he loved the attention but when his social battery was low he was ready to get out ASAP.

The ride to the hotel was mostly silent, except for the R&B playing and his hand on your thigh—still warm, still possessive. Still doing too much. “You still grumpy?” he asked, smirking at the red light. You didn’t even turn your head. “Always.”

He laughed under his breath. “Mhm. My poor overstimulated baby”

As soon as you got in the hotel room, you didn’t make it two steps before his hands were on your waist again, pulling you back into him. “I know you hate shit like that,” he whispered, lips brushing your neck. “But you still showed up for me.” His fingers slid up your waist, playing with the hem of your dress.

“You always show up for me.” He said, hands rubbing circles around your ass.

“Yeah even though you piss me off…” you whispered, but your voice was softer now.

He smiled against your skin. “You still love me though.”

You turned to face him, grabbed him by his hoodie, and kissed him like you meant it. All the heat and attitude rolled up into one. Jared kissed you back like he’d been starving for it—hands cupping your face, sliding down to your hips, gripping you like he had something to prove.

He walked you backwards until your knees hit the bed, pushed you down with a firm palm on your chest. You gave him a look like you still had something slick to say, but your breathing said otherwise.

“You gon’ shut up and let me handle you,” he said, voice dropping, “or you still wanna run your mouth?”

Your thighs clenched on instinct.

“…I’ll be good,” you mumbled.

His grin turned lazy and low. “That’s what I thought.” He started slow. Dragged the dress up off your body with no rush. Kissed your collarbone. Bit your shoulder just light enough to make you squirm. “Wore this just for me?” he said, staring down at the lace set. “That’s hot.”

You smiled, cocky. “Maybe.”

“Yeah. You gon’ pay for that.”

He climbed over you, straddling your legs, mouth brushing your jaw. Every time you tried to grind against him or touch him,he pushed you down by the hips.

“Nah, you can wait.”

He kissed his way down your stomach, down to your thighs, pulling your panties to the side just to tease you—slow licks, soft sucking, fingers barely inside. He had you shaking before he even really gave you anything.

“So wet,” he muttered, licking his fingers after pulling them out of you. “All my grumpy baby needed was me.”

You whimpered, rolling your hips again.

“You don’t listen, do you?” he whispered, his voice turning stern. “I told you to wait.”

He held your legs open with one arm and slid two fingers in deep, curling them just right as his mouth went back to your clit—tongue working in slow, focused circles while you gripped the sheets like they did something to you. “Good girl,” he praised between strokes. “Just like that.”

When your orgasm hit, your whole body jumped—legs shaking, back arched, moaning his name so soft and messy it sounded like begging.

“You done actin’ out?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, breath hot against your thigh.

You didn’t answer.

You just pulled him up by his hoodie, mouth against his neck, whispering, “Shut up and fuck me.”

Jared looked down at you, dick already hard in his sweats, and smiled like he’d been waiting to hear that all night.

“Say less.”

He slid in slow, one hand on your throat, the other on your waist, watching your face twist up as he filled you.

“You see that?” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “Look at that mess you already making me on me”

You nodded, couldn’t even get a word out. Just clawed at his back and wrapped your legs around him tighter. He fucked you deep, steady, not rushing it. Just making sure you felt every inch, every stroke. “You being mean to me” he groaned as he fucked into you, holding your hips steady.

“Why youn love me baby, why you so mean but be creaming on me like this?”

The nasty words he spoke, only turned you more. You felt yourself cumming again. The second time messier than the first, your moans turning into little whines, hips jerking up into his like you couldn’t help it. He held you through it, whispering praises the whole time.“That’s my girl,” he murmured, kissing your forehead as you came down. “My perfect angel”

He didn’t slow down.

Not even after you came again, trembling under him, still clenching around his dick like you didn’t want to let him go. Jared watched you like you were the only thing that mattered in the room—eyes low, mouth parted, sweat glistening along his neck. You could feel him pulsing inside you, feel how close he was.

But he held on.

"You gon' let me have it?" he asked against your lips, hips rolling into you deeper, slower. “Or you still got somethin’ to prove?”

“I already gave it to you,” you breathed, nails dragging down his back.

He groaned, mouth dropping to your jaw, your throat, any inch of skin he could get his mouth on. “Nah, baby. I want all of it.”

He fucked you harder then, like he was chasing something. Like he was mad at you for getting him this worked up. Your hands tangled in his hoodie, pulling it halfway off his shoulders, and he didn’t even stop—just kept going, hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that felt more like a warning than a promise.

“Look at this mess you makin’,” he rasped, watching where your bodies met, eyes dark and locked in. “Got me losin’ my mind in it.”

You looked down, barely able to breathe, thighs shaking from overstimulation, but needing him to finish just as bad. “Cum in me,” you whispered, biting his shoulder. “I want it. Fill me up, J.”

That was all it took.

He buried himself deep one last time, a strained groan ripping from his chest as he came—hard, hot, his body stiffening on top of yours. You felt every twitch, every throb, every messy pulse of him spilling inside you.

“Fuuuck, angel,” he hissed, forehead pressed to yours, both of you catching your breath. “You really be driving me crazy.”

You smiled, lazy and smug, brushing his curls back from his face. “Good.”

He laughed, soft and breathless, still buried inside you. “Yeah… I like you just like this.”

“Messy and full of your cum?”

He smirked. “Exactly.”

[difficultfckers]

i love him and kyle’s relationship omg

[clubhoops]

Rookie Jared McCain rep'd Caitlin Clark ahead of the 76ers game against the Pacers in Indiana.

When in Rome?

[csacg]

Someday - JM

summary: molly and her boyfriend of one year, jared, have a conversation about their future while driving back home.

warnings: none

word count: 621

a/n: this is entirely self-indulgent, i'm obsessed with sweetheart Jared rn and his energy. someone get him on an nba team with people who want to win.... anyways...

The soft hum of the tires against the road filled the car, mixing with the faint music playing in the background. Molly rested her head against the window, watching the streetlights flicker past. Jared drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting casually on the gearshift, his thumb drumming a quiet rhythm.

They had been at one of their favorite late-night spots, and now the comfortable quiet of the drive home felt just as special.

Jared broke the silence first. “So, I was thinking,” he started, his tone casual but deliberate.

Molly turned her head toward him, raising an eyebrow. “About?”

“About us,” he said, glancing at her briefly before returning his focus to the road. “About the future.”

Molly blinked, the words catching her slightly off guard. “The future, huh?”

“Yeah,” Jared said, his lips twitching into a small smile. “You ever think about it?”

She hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. “I mean, yeah. Sometimes. Why?”

Jared shrugged, his thumb tapping against the wheel. “I just… I don’t know. I guess I’ve been thinking about where this is going. What we want, you know?”

Molly’s chest tightened, her heartbeat quickening. “And… what do you want?”

Jared’s smile softened, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “I want you. Like… in my life. For a long time.”

Molly stared at him, her breath catching. “Jared—”

“I mean it,” he said, cutting her off gently. “I know we’ve only been together for a year, but I just—” He paused, gripping the wheel a little tighter. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Molly was quiet, her mind racing as she processed his words.

“And I don’t mean, like, tomorrow or anything,” Jared continued, his voice steady but earnest. “But someday. You know?”

Molly swallowed hard, her hands clasping together in her lap. “Someday?”

Jared glanced at her again, his smile returning. “Yeah. Someday. Like… our place. Maybe a dog. Or two. Definitely not a cat, though, because I’m allergic.”

Molly let out a small laugh, though her eyes were wide. “You’re serious.”

“Of course I’m serious,” Jared said, his tone softening. “I love you, Molly. I’m not going to pretend I don’t think about this stuff. About us.”

Her heart swelled, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “I just… I didn’t think guys your age thought about things like that.”

Jared smirked. “Guess I’m not like other guys.”

Molly smiled, wiping at her eyes as she shook her head. “No, you aren’t,” she said, her voice warm. "You're something else."

“Maybe,” Jared said, reaching over to take her hand in his. “But I’m also in love with you. And I know what I want.”

Molly’s fingers tightened around his, her chest feeling impossibly full. “Jared… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Say you’ve thought about it too,” he said quietly, his voice laced with hope.

She smiled, her thumb brushing against his hand. “I have. I mean, I’ve always thought about the future in a general sense, but… you’re in it. You’re all over it.”

Jared’s grip on her hand tightened, his expression softening even further. “Good. Because that’s how I feel too.”

Molly looked at him, her chest filling with a warmth she couldn’t quite describe. “You really mean it, don’t you? All of this?”

“Every word,” Jared said, his tone steady and sure.

She smiled, her heart feeling impossibly full. “Okay. Someday, then.”

“Someday,” Jared agreed, lifting her hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

And in that moment, with the quiet hum of the car and the stars lighting their way, it felt like someday wasn’t so far away.

[lalitjdsc]

He invented babygirlisiam