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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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rafe cameron x fem!reader

this one is for the boys in the polos… he just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look then the panties comin' off

or reader is kinda tipsy and rafe looks a little too good in a black polo (3.1k)

cw: 18+ mdni, p in v, tipsy reader, possessive and a bit obssesive rafe but that’s expected, starts off with reader down bad but he very quickly matches your freak <3, praise k!nk, size k!nk, he has to make it fit :>, sweat k!nk(?), no protection (wrap it up!), dumbification if u squint

the neon blue mixer you’d been drinking all night was tasting more and more like candy than anything else and you could tell it was finally having its intended effect. rafe had made sure you weren’t given anything hard, he didn’t want his baby to be too drunk before he could make his way over to you. you’d gotten to the party hours ago and you had scarcely seen your boyfriend, he was busy doing business. sure in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t that long since you spent most of your day together but when your friends’ conversation started becoming boring and your feet began to hurt you wanted nothing more than his strong arms supporting your weight. usually he’d be against your back, biceps curled at the side of your head while he held you close. the pout on your lips was beginning to feel impossible to remove and the pathetic sighs were increasing in frequency. if you didn’t see him soon enough you’d go looking for him, to hell with his wishes that you stay out of his business. you mumbled something about getting more to drink, your cup still practically full as you walked on your damned platform heels in search of your man.

as if he could sense your growing impatience rafe was making his way downstairs. he could probably find you with his eyes closed as he made his way down, watching your body move through the crowd, in that damned baby blue tank that you’d worn cause “it matched his eyes”. he loved how you looked in it but hated that everyone else probably did too, especially since you sacrificed a bra for it. there was a pout on your shiny lips, your arms crossed as you looked around, looked for him. he wasn’t any better. he’d been thinking about you the entire time you were apart, wishing he was fiddling with the hem of your shirt rather than dealing to idiot college students. he stepped into your space, you recognized his cologne before you could register his presence, the expensive and overwhelming scent somehow comforting you, a large hand clasped around your waist and turned your body towards him. and it was as if you could finally breathe you looked up at him, your shoulders dropping and with it the tension you hadn’t known you’d been holding. blue eyes softened as they met yours. he looked too good, you hadn’t seen him when he left, he’d headed out early while you got ready with the girls. low light and his tan skin against the black polo accentuated his features and muscles. your arms looped around his neck before you even spoke and rafe’s lips curled as he watched the frustration in your eyes be replaced with need. your big doe eyes looked up at him, slightly glazed over from your drink and something he shared. as you raised up, your shirt did the same and his thumb swiped against the soft skin of your stomach. just enough contact to make you melt even more.

“‘missed you.” your voice came out small, almost a whine. oh his poor baby. he leaned down, forehead resting against yours and he didn’t care what it looked like, he’d do anything for you. no one would fuck with him or you regardless. the pout was back on your lips and rafe hated it.

“sorry angel, let me make it up to you hmm?” his hands caressed your skin, distracting you from your frustration, and the soft squeeze of your waist thoroughly removed any doubts from your mind. with a slight nod to your head, rafe removed one hand, the other coming to rest on your lower back as he pulled away and led you two away. heads turned as rafe moved you through the party, a satisfied smile creeping onto your lips now that your boyfriend was by your side and rafe felt the same. he could finally relax.

when rafe decided you’d reached your destination he removed his hand. you were on the other side of the house now, there were less people around and an empty couch rafe pulled you onto. despite the room for three people, you were promptly pulled onto his lap, not that you minded, you would’ve ended up there anyway. you leaned your head back to face him, the only downside to being on his lap was not being able to stare at him properly. rafe chuckled at something you weren’t privy to, you didn’t know how transparent you were when you were drunk. it wasn’t even the alcohol anymore that had you in such a state, it was him. the smell of his cologne, his strong thighs under your own, the possessive curl of his arm around your middle, it all had you so far gone you couldn’t even notice his amusement. his hand came up to press a thumb against your lips, his large hand cradling your face easily. god he hated when you pouted, your pretty glossed lips looked so much better when they were smiling, laughing, and especially when they were around him. the cold metal of his ring pressed against your cheek and you shivered.

“hey i’m here now.” you nodded, grabbing his large hand with two of your own and pressing a sweet kiss to the thumb that had been trying to force your lips into a smile. your wide round eyes always gave away your true feelings, you were fine now but you wanted to give him some hell, and he’d let you. rafe smiled at your actions, always so damn adorable.

“yeah it’s just you look really good, kinda wish i could’ve had you all t’myself.” the air left his lungs at your boldness, he knew it was the alcohol making you so careless with your words, but it didn’t matter when he was finding it near impossible to control himself. you were back to looking at his chest, you could easily meet his eyes but no you were just drinking in how tight the polo looked on his arms, how broad his shoulders were, how even though the material was dark you could see his pecs stretching it out, his gold chain peeking through under the collar taunting you. god you needed to buy him more black shirts maybe even a size too small. rafe caught onto your gaze, you had hardly been subtle. his jaw clenched at the way your thighs shamelessly pressed together as if he couldn’t feel them move on his own. he’d had enough, his hand moving down the side of your body, tracing your curves as it landed its target, thick fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, this finally made you look up. this time his laugh was less comforting, you’d been caught. his lips were on yours in an instant, and the force of his kiss made you squirm on his lap, his hand slipping under your skirt and making you gasp. you tried to match his energy, his tongue swirling in your mouth, drool collecting on your tongue and you wanted more. the slight roll of your hips made rafe pull back abruptly, could you even feel how hard he was or were you that far gone? the hazy look in your eyes and slight drool slipping past your lips gave him his answer.

��get up.” he glared down at you, the blue being swallowed by black and you watched his jaw tick in impatience. your body warmed at the way he looked at you, not angry no he was desperate for you. you knew the feeling. you nodded dumbly, a smirk curling his lips as he stood unceremoniously, you stumbling to catch yourself. he would’ve laughed had he not been so pent up, offering a hand as he led you away with fervor. it wasn’t to his car though, no you were going deeper into the house. anticipation coiled in your stomach, your lace underwear drenched through at how forcefully rafe was acting with you. you almost tripped at how quickly he was moving, his long legs making it hard for you to keep up, he didn’t care. you wondered if it might have been better if he threw you over his shoulder at this point. the thought made you even dizzier. rafe tried every doorknob before one opened, an empty guest room that you were being ushered into.

“what are-“ rafe pushed you back gently onto the bed. your mind caught up to his actions, you thought you were going back home, you were supposed to be leaving. the way he was looking down at you, made your skin prick with heat, you’d be lucky if you made it out of this room alive. his arms caged you on either side of your head, veins protruding and muscles taut from tension. he was gonna make you start begging for it if he didn’t act soon.

“not making it home.” the gruff answer was all you could take, a desperate sound crawling up your throat as you fisted the material of his polo and pulled him into a kiss. sloppy and feverish, you were more so trying to consume him than kiss him and he gave in, groaning as you bit his lip hard. at least now he could finally get his hands under that scrap of fabric you called a skirt, tracing the edges of your laced panties as you gasped at the ghost of his touch. and just like that he had the upper hand again, he could feel your nipples pebbling against his chest and he didn’t bother removing his clothes, he knew you liked how he looked with them on anyway. instead he was shoving your legs open, looping one around his hips to make space for himself, drawing a gasp from your glossed lips.

“what do you mean-“ your wide eyes looked up at him, hands instinctively curling into the fabric of his polo. eyes dripping with need and adoration, he wished he could keep you by his side forever he felt so fucking stupid for leaving you in the first place. the way you looked at him made his heart break.

“need you now, fuck do you even know what you’re doing to me?” narrowed navy eyes glared down at you through long lashes, tearing your underwear and skirt down in one fluid motion, the cool air against your sticky cunt making you shiver. “gonna burn this, everyone can see your tits, pissing me off all night.” rafe shoved the blue tank top up your chest, your breasts recoiling and bouncing down to rest against your chest, nipples hard and tempting. mesmerized, rafe was thanking every deity that he was the only one fortunate to see you like this.

“rafey-“ a whine of his name was all it took for something in him to snap out of his trance, without warning your legs were being hoisted over his shoulders and he was unzipping his pants. he was painfully hard and you groaned at the feeling of his weepy tip pressing at your entrance, shaking your head furiously for him to continue. you knew it would hurt, rafe had to prep you before taking him but clearly neither of you could care at the moment. your poor cunt spasmed as he shoved his way in, being pushed out once or twice as you felt your walls spasm in pain at the intrusion, all the while getting wetter in a frustrating dichotomy. such a stretch you couldn’t help the whines leaving your lips, rafe was cursing under his breath at how fucking tight you were. when he finally slipped in he let out a sigh of relief, one he’d been holding since he left your side those few hours ago. your warm wet walls enveloped his tip, holding him tight like he’d ever even want to leave. you felt so good he couldn’t help but want to propose to you every time, he had to hold his tongue the first time you let him hit raw. his calloused thumb reached down to stroke your clit, jolting your body and making you grab onto his shoulders even tighter, trying to relax you so he could be all the way in.

“so fucking tight baby god you feel like a dream, never gonna leave you again.” he gritted the words out, your nails now scratching at his back as you tried to ground yourself. rafe pushed against every ring of resistance, bullying his way in and you felt a lump in your throat, panicked that it was somehow his tip. you could feel every vein, every curve molding your cunt to take him.

“s’too big.” you whined and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. a moment of reprieve from the way he was treating you.

“you can take it, you’re my good girl right?” you squirmed under him at the praise, cheeks puffing up as you huffed out a frustrated breath. you were so damn adorable, rafe fought the urge to bite you. you didn’t respond, continuing your fight to adjust to his size. “let me hear you baby, ‘missed your sweet voice.” his words came out low and sweet, an adoring lilt to his tone that you know he only reserved for you. a siren beckoning you to your demise.

“yes rafey, im yours.” you had barely processed what he said besides the praise, you were slowly adjusting to him and the pain was giving away to pleasure. your adoring, annoyingly accurate, boyfriend had angled you just right so his tip pressed right against your sweet spot. you could feel him hot and angry inside you, leaking precum adding to the mess between your thighs. you didn’t have any space left so all of your arousal was dripping down your crack, pooling on the sheets in an obscene puddle.

“fuckkk that’s right you’re mine.” the kiss he pressed against you was less desperate than yours, sweet and slow, like you had all the time in the world and maybe you did. the weight of his body pressing into yours to kiss you was a welcome one, calming your nerves and reminding you of home. when he pulled back his blue eyes stared into yours, creased at the ends from how he smiled at you, you felt shy all of a sudden, closing yours eyes as you smiled and nodded for him to move.

despite how badly he wanted to rail you into next week he started out slowly, fucking his length in and out of you until he didn’t have to push into you each time. “shouldn’t have looked at me like that pretty girl,” you were starting to grow feverish, he was purposefully missing where you needed him the most, moving too slowly to scratch your itch. his words finally caught up to you, realizing he wanted a response before he gave you what you wanted.

“l-like what?” the sweat running down his neck looked tempting, you wondered if you reached up would you be able to taste him, but that would prove difficult in your current position. rafe could see your hungry gaze trying to work something out, his dick twitching at how even now, when he was 9 inches deep you were still desperate for him. he’d made you like this he knew that, how could he blame his poor baby?

“like you are right now.” your eyes flickered up to meet his, you were caught once again. you didn’t care any more, he was yours and you were his.

“can’t help it-hah-black suits you.” rafe scoffed at your indignant response, ramming his hips a bit harder than he intended and making you cream around him. there was a white ring forming at his base and he’d make you clean it up after. by now he’d had enough, he couldn’t ignore how painfully hard he was much longer.

“blue suits you baby, but just mine.” his sentiment was a bit insane in hindsight, you should have recognized that but you didn’t really care when he slid all the way out and rammed into you. the bed shook from the force of his weight pressed down into yours and you screamed. you were guessing it was his name but it didn’t matter because the next few times it definitely was. rafe was fucking you mean and hard, your legs were far past his shoulders as he slammed his hips against yours his rip bruising your cervix and your g-spot every thrust. you were shaking after being filled by him and then being left empty, every time your body went into shock from the sensation. he chanted your name and a string of curses, drops of his sweat and a few tears mixing on your cheeks and falling into your mouth. the pressure building inside you felt like a dam ready to burst, your orgasm came abruptly, and rafe didn’t even slow down a bit when your walls spasmed around him, trying desperately to hold him still. your back arched and violent shivers ran down your spine at the sensation and subsequent overstimulation. smalls hands shoved his shoulders and it was useless when he had you close to a second orgasm in seconds, as an apology for the sting he pressed a kiss to your ankle between thrusts. the second orgasm was warm and fuzzy, your mind going a bit numb to the pleasure and you’d blame him for making you so cockdrunk if he teases you later for what you were about to do. rafe felt your tongue lick a long wet stripe along his jawline, his sweat salty on your tastebuds and you hummed at the taste. he was close to coming from that alone. a groan left his lips, rumbling deep through you, washing over you like a silent command.

“baby come inside please.” he slowed down at your words, thinking he might just knock you up if you keep talking like that. with the mean mating press he had you in, it wouldn’t even be difficult.

“fuck want it to-ugh-drip down your legs for everyone to see huh?” you whined at his words, nodding furiously and he smiled down at you, proud of how equally unhinged you’d become. your wish was his command, after all. he drew you to another orgasm before driving his hips into you again and cumming into you, making sure every single drop was given to you. his hips flush against you, with no space for anything to slip out, effectively plugging you full. with the cloud of pleasure slowly drifting away you started to feel the aches in your body and between your legs. no one would see anything because you’d have to be carried out. he rolled off you, pulling your underwear up your legs and making sure his cum didn’t slip away from you, it felt so disgusting but you didn’t have the luxury to worry about that. you were more worried about how you felt like you’d been body slammed by a linebacker. rafe looked thoroughly fucked out, you wondered how bad you looked. he didn’t tell you that he’d have to fix your makeup before leaving the room.

“don’t think i can walk.” you turned towards him on the bed, pulling your shirt down which he watched unabashedly. instead of frowning or faking some kind of empathy, the fucker smiled.

“hell yeah” you shoved at him and he laughed, pulling you closer as if it were possible, your forehead pressed against his. “don’t worry baby i’ll carry you, plus you were kinda slowing me down anyways.” a roll of your eyes and a twitch of your lips told rafe that you’d be okay, he’d pamper you tomorrow and maybe fill you up again, and again, just to see how it would look like running down your legs. you’re the one who asked for it, how could he deprive his baby?

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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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MDNI

the demons r speaking to me theyre saying jon snow loves when you stick your fingers down his throat while you ride him, he loves when u shut him up and all he can hear is your whines and the sick squelch of your bodies connecting… i’m feeling faint

#glossgojo #jon snow imagine #jon snow smut #jon snow x reader #got imagine #got smut #jon snow x y/n #jon snow headcanon #jon snow x you #jon snow fanfic #jon snow

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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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jon seeing reader in a new dress🤭

omg anon i’m so sorry for seeing this just now but this has got my eye twitching (every jon girl remembers him telling ygritte he’d rip off her dress it’s haunted us long enough…)

fem wife!reader x lord jon snow

you walk in rather casually into the shared space of your living room, jon had some guests over so you made sure to dress properly

the fabric of your gown was a deep blue velvet, adorned with silver embroidery, bell sleeves adorned your arms of a finer material, with a straight skirt, and a heart neckline that displayed your cleavage

when you went to greet the guests you bowed low and deep, they were unfamiliar to you but it didn’t matter, your husband outstretched his hand with wide eyes and small hint of a smile reserved for you alone, pressing a kiss to your hand when it found its place in his

you made polite conversation, all the while feeling jon’s gaze on you every so often, he was stealing rather obvious glances, unbeknownst to you he was counting down the seconds till he could have you all to himself, if you weren’t both under the scrutiny of your guests he would have dug his hands into the flesh of your thighs, letting the material singe his thumbs with how hard he’d grip

NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI

it’s not even minutes after the guests leave, maybe a total of ten seconds, all you know is it’s two breaths and a gasp before jon has his hold on you like a wild animal, hoisting you over his shoulder and to the nearest room he can find. he lays you down gently on the furs that line the mattress. you don’t even look down, your eyes are fully trained on him and his ravenous gaze. it makes the slight breeze traveling up your skirt all the more pleasant when you can feel your bare flesh, moisten and clamp down on nothing.

he doesn’t need to hold back any longer, he’s drinking in every inch of you, although he hasn’t even touched you properly you shiver at the way his jaw clenches at your now exposed calves. you hold your breath when he gains on you, predatory and careful like he didn’t want to scare away his little lamb, not that you would dare to run, you were entirely at his will

warm, large hands roughened by the leather of a sword clasp your ankles, tugging you down the length of the bed effectively dragging your skirt up as he planned for, jon’s gaze burns your skin, a flame licking up the trail he leaves and his hands are like fuel, making you writhe under his attention

he tries to wedge himself between your legs finding that your skirt couldn’t accommodate him, a dark look cascading his expression, and you shake your head as he removes a hand and takes a hold of the velvet “jon it’s a new dress.” he spares you an amused glance, tugging it apart and trying to make the fabric stretch, it doesn’t yield as he assumed, but he might as well give it a try for you his pouty wife. you look practically edible splayed out on the bed and he can’t hold back much longer.

“‘aye it is my love and i’ll buy you one in every color, you look beautiful in it.” you try to stop him but you know it would be futile, you hear the rip of the fabric before you can even speak, and then the skirt is pushed off your legs. fortunately it has some semblance of being saved, a tear down one side is manageable, if only you could count on this one being the last. jon swears under his breath at the sight of his wife’s pretty puffy cunt glistening all for him. “the dress never stood a chance.” your legs are hoisted onto his shoulders as he kneels between them, reverent and a ostensibly gentle gaze, drinking you in like he doesn’t plan to ruin you. the warm breath of his exhale fans across your core, pricking the sensitive bud and you shudder beneath him, trying to roll your hips closer to his face, for any semblance

“jon…lord snow please.” your whines snap him out of his trance, his lips pressing to you before he spits onto your cunt, as if it needs more slickness, and dives into you. jon slurps, spits, kisses, bites, and eats like he might never see another drop of liquid again, like he would rather die than be torn from you. you buck and cry his name as his tongue laves over your clit between coercing and drinking straight from your source. you’re about to cum and he can feel it the way you flutter around his tongue so he pulls back, drawing another whine from you. jon seems drunk off your taste as he licks his lips clean and relishes in your scent staining his beard. the sight of him lost in pleasure because of you makes you sit up and pull him up the length of you, urging him to take up the space that pulses for him, the space that feels empty without him. he chuckles at your desperation but assuages you regardless, tearing down the front of your dress, buttons and fabric flying across the room and you can’t find it in you to care, not when jon is latching onto your breast and biting at your nipple, you’re so sensitive you arch into him and try to find some friction by bucking your hips into his. he realizes what you’re doing and pulls off with an obscene pop. his poor wife, flushed and breathing heavy, pouting and writhing beneath him. how could he be so cruel?

your dear husband, finally gave you what he you needed and unbuckled his belt, drawing a sigh of relief from your pretty lips, and you fumbled with his zipper, he brought his hand to your entrance, ready to prep you but you gently slapped his hand away, prying his cock out instead. you didn’t care if it hurt, you needed him so badly and your body screamed for him to fill you up.

jon pressed a kiss to your lips and then your heart before he lifted one of your legs up and onto his shoulder, before pressing into you, you were so tight around him he felt like he had to push into you, a gush of your liquid coating him and his balls, making it easier for him to slip in. when you could feel the heavy tip of his cock brush against your cervix you knew it was in, relaxing and acclimating to his length and girth. jon was shallowly and slowly thrusting in and out to help you, but as soon as you shook your head slightly he knew you were giving him permission, permission to ruin you as he wanted

he pulled all the way out before slamming back into you, knocking against your cervix and jerking you up the bed, your eyes nearly rolled back into your head at the sensation of feeling so empty and then all at once filled so much you swore you could feel him in your lungs, the air was knocked out of you because of it, but your husband, still drunk off of you didn’t give you any time to recover as he continued his bruising pace, fucking you so hard the bed scraped against the floor and you worried the headboard would leave a dent in the wall. he had no such concerns, pulling your hips into his, as if he could reach further into you, when that proved unsuccessful he pulled your other leg over his shoulder and pushed down, down, down until his hips were flushed with yours and driving into the bed, the new angle made him curve against you, his tip hammering against the spot inside you that made you scream his name. in a few more thrusts you were coming around him, spasming and clenching him so much he felt close too and that wouldn’t do. he let you ride out your orgasm, his pace unfaltering but to him that was acquiescing enough. of course when the wood under the mattress snapped he had no choice but to pull you off of the bed, carrying you (speared onto his cock) to the desk nearby. you moaned at the change in position when he stood, pressing into you deeper and the pain of him pushing against your cervix had you near tears.

he put you down on your shaky legs before turning you around, pushing you against the desk and your fuzzy mind caught up to his actions, you gripped the edge of the mahogany in preparation for what was to come. the skirt was once again shoved up your legs and jon pressed into you from behind, a new angle offered new sensations and your clit bumped the wood with his first experimental thrust, earning a groan from you, jon moaned at the new position too, satisfied with how he could dive into you without the fear of breaking you, you weren’t so sure about that though with how deep you could feel him.

the sound of the desk shaking was negligible against the sick squelch of your cunt, you were nearly dripping onto the floor underneath you, you had came again at some point and then again and the orgasms began to blur into one hazy blissed filled sensation, your cunt tingling and spasming around jon

you could feel that he was close, the twitching inside you and the tightening grip on your hips told you enough, finally when you moaned his name, jon always loved to hear it from your lips, did he come inside, rope after rope filling you up and then out when there was no space left, he pulled back and held your skirt up so he could watch your hole pucker and try desperately to keep it all in

your legs crumbled underneath you as his weight left yours, the support you needed now gone and jon cooed at your shaky form, covering you in his discarded robe and carrying you out in your half-torn dress to a different room, one with an unbroken bed. your skin burned at the thought of your staff having to clean it up the next day, but then it wasn’t the first time they’d found such a state and it wouldn’t be the last with how your husband looked down at you, he still looked ravenous. oh you were in for a long night, especially given that your dress was still partially on your body, jon had more plans for the remaining fabric

okay i went a lil crazy (not gonna read the word count im embarassed)

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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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MISC

farleigh start oxford bf brainrot

saltburn fanfic

carmen berzatto x mafia reader snippet

sex pollen miguel o'hara x afab reader

miguel biting kink headcanon

prince treatment | bradley “rooster” bradshaw x AFAB reader

picture perfect guy | rooster x reader

father charlie mayhew x undercover detective fem! reader/that one fleabag scene part ½

father charlie mayhew x undercover detective fem! reader part 2/2

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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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KPOP

zb1 hyung line (01 and older) x reader smut

long hair | jake sim x reader smut (oral fem!recieving)

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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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ASOIAF Works

Starks Headcanons

Jon Snow Nonsexual Dominance

Jon sees reader in a new dress <33

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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen Works

gojo bj brainrot

hades and persephone au: gojo x reader

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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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The Last of Us

he looks like he works with his hands: pre-outbreak joel miller x reader

part 1

part 2

hold me across every state line: joel miller x reader (part ½)

the neighborhood keeps getting smaller: joel miller x reader (part 2/2)

the way you touch me is a curse: joel miller x reader (they try to be silent while out on a hunt)

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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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ABOUT ME

rai, 23, she/her, bi, desi

I have lots of interests as you can probably tell :> ! No transphobia or homophobia is tolerated. This is an 18+ page so don’t expect anything else!

Currently watching/rewatching: GOT and The Sopranos!

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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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WORKS

TLOU

JJK

GOT/HOTD

KPOP

MISC (actors, characters, and more)

AO3 link for longer works and fics

#navigation

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glossgojo · 3 months ago

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jon seeing reader in a new dress🤭

omg anon i’m so sorry for seeing this just now but this has got my eye twitching (every jon girl remembers him telling ygritte he’d rip off her dress it’s haunted us long enough…)

fem wife!reader x lord jon snow

you walk in rather casually into the shared space of your living room, jon had some guests over so you made sure to dress properly

NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI

okay i went a lil crazy (not gonna read the word count im embarassed)

#glossgojo #jon snow imagine #jon snow smut #jon snow x reader #got smut #got imagine #no beta we die like men #jon snow fanfic #got fanfiction #jon snow headcanon

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glossgojo · 5 months ago

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Could you elaborate on the ancestry of the Stark wolves that you mentioned in one of the imagines?

YES. in the books they literally refer to it as wolf’s blood…. some kind of inherited “wildness” or feral nature

they all have a touch of it, it manifests in different ways. ned even mentions lyanna and brandon, his siblings, being driven by this need for freedom that led to their demises and that it stems from their dire wolf ancestry

i think it’s a vague and open-ended ancestry but still effects the starks of winterfell all the same. it certainly explains arya’s ferocity or robb’s tenacity.

being that it’s not fully explored i like to think jon would have heightened senses like smell or robb have better hearing. the starks are natural predators, strong and resilient in the harsh north so it just makes sense that they have passed down these traits that make them better suited to protect all of westeros from what lies beyond the wall

#glossgojo #robb stark headcanon #jon snow headcanon

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glossgojo · 5 months ago

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i just watched challengers for the first time and i need bisexual disaster patrick zweig so bad i don’t care if he looks like a dirty rat he will be mine.

no one asked but yes i have a self-indulgent fic written in my drafts and in my pre-sleep daydreaming

#challengers #patrick zweig #art donaldson #tashi duncan #glossgojo

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glossgojo · 5 months ago

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father mayhew x fem! detective reader the long awaited part-2

picking up right where we left off with part 1 you know the drill

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i’m a sucker for some plot with p0rn, oral!fem receiving, riding, creampie, no protection don’t be dumb wrap it up, not proofread and i fear it will be obvious, lowkey yandere /they’re both down bad

the rational part of your mind told you to hightail it out of the church after you’d both fallen back on his bed sweaty and blissful. your body wasn’t cooperating, the haze of desire had clouded the stark reality of your legs being sore and the space between them aching, still leaking onto his sheets. charlie was clearly going through some kind of turmoil himself as he covered his face with his hands, shoulder pressed against yours as you caught your breath. you cleared your throat, thinking maybe it would be better to walk very slowly out of his room and back home. as soon as you tried to sit up one of his hands found your waist, “no please don’t go.” they were still warm and rough, the bandaid on his finger reminding you of how all this started. you had gotten too caught up, losing the reason you came here in the first place. maybe now was the time to get him to talk. you turned towards him and batted your wide eyes, charlie couldn’t help but do the same, his hand traveling up and resting in the dip of your waist.

“i don’t want to intrude.” you whispered it knowing that there was no point in it, you were the only ones there and from how loud you were earlier anyone who was nearby would know what you two were up to.

“you’re not i just-“ he closed his eyes, the vision of you in his bed, duvet barely covering you or the marks he left was a test to his faith all over again.

“go on,” your voice although siren-like soothed his hesitation.

“it’s the catholic guilt.” he muttered, half confessing and half ashamed of it.

“i think god will understand, you can blame me if it helps.” you tried not to find the situation ironic, he was built like a sex god and touting the sin of premarital relations. if it helped him open up you’d be the degenerate for him.

“no i don’t think i could, you look like an angel.” he said it without flinching, your lips twitched at the corner. the situation was laughable and later you’d definitely tell lois about it over some wine.

“what does that make you? the devil?” you brushed a piece of his hair back, unruly from all your tugging and nearly unrecognizable from how it usually looked, gelled back and pristine.

“in a way, yes.” you couldn’t believe that a modern man was so archaic in his thinking.

“i disagree, there’s nothing more human than succumbing to desire, no one is perfect, you can’t expect yourself to be either.” he rolled the words around in his mind, it was a nice sentiment but he was a priest he was supposed to be devoted to god and the faith alone. not the way your eyelashes fluttered or how your ankles felt on his shoulders.

“do we not all strive for perfection?” the pout on your lips was still there, it had been since he started this conversation and he wanted to kiss it away, he shouldn’t.

“you’ll always end up disappointed.” he leaned up on his elbow, looking down at you, lifting up the duvet to cover you up more, not that it helped his current situation.

“so what do you do?” his voice sent a chill through your spine, deep and gruff, like he’d just woken up. you imagined his voice would be enough to just get you off. you blinked away the thoughts, formulating a response to the best of your ability while looking into his espresso eyes.

“whatever i want, of course i have my own morality and i try to be ‘good’ but i know i’m not perfect.” religion had never led your morality, surely in some way it shaped it without your knowing, but you did what you thought was right.

“whatever you want? what do you want?” he could think of a few things he wanted, perhaps even needed, but you were involved in all of them.

“geez what a loaded question, hmm right now a shower and a snack would be nice, in general i want to help people.” he laughed at your response finding you even more endearing than before, you were so straightforward it was jarring. you watched the corner of his eyes crinkle. “what about you?”

“i want you.” he said it without a bat of his eyes like it was the most obvious answer in the world. you weren’t so nonchalant, lips parted in a small gasp and he tried not to smile at your reaction, tried not to let it etch into his bones.

“you have me.” you said it with all the conviction you could muster, it didn’t really take much if you were being honest because in that moment it was true. your legs were covered in him and the ache between them could only be filled by him. he’d haunt you for days if not weeks. your hands found their way to cradle his jaw before you knew what you were doing, titling his head down towards you, kissing him slow and gentle, as if he was a ghost. charlie thought you tasted sweet and the way you kissed him made his heart ache faintly in his chest. he moved on top of you, kissing you with an urgency you didn’t quite feel. you let him kiss you with desperation. his hands roamed down to your legs, parting them and bringing them to the side of his hips. you didn’t know if you could handle another round even if you clenched on air when his slightly hard cock rested between your chests. charlie had other ideas anyways, kissing down your neck, somehow knowing exactly where to nip at to get you to arch into him, kissing gently over the bite marks and bruises he’d left on your chest until he was under the covers, kissing at your stomach. and when he pressed another soft kiss to your clit you swore your heartbeat had moved south.

you throbbed against him, bucking into him gently as a soft whine of his name left your lips. when he licked down your slit, cleaning up his slick mixed with yours you sucked in a breath of air. it was so messy and he didn’t seem to care at all.

“this pussy is fucking divine.” he murmured under the cover of the duvet, licking your thighs clean next, nose bumping against your opening in the process making you clench on it. he didn’t mention that you smelled sweet too, he wished he could eat you for every meal of the day.

“s-such a dirty mouth.” despite your words your legs were parting more for him, he smirked against the soft skin of your thighs, holding your thigh open with a strong hand.

“might as well use it then huh?” before you could even think of an intelligible response he was delving his tongue into you with one of his fingers, pulling out everything he could as you gave, and gave, and gave. his fingers were already long and thick you knew that but the thick wet muscle of his tongue hammering into you, curling and slurping in a craze made you gush into his mouth. you imagined he was tasting himself there mixed with your cum and you felt a tinge of jealousy. his finger managed to find the spot that had you squirting earlier, his tongue quickly following and you pushed your hand up against the headboard, running from the sensation. charlie wouldn’t have any of that, tugging you by your legs right back where he needed you, in fact closer than before. his nose bumping against your clit as he fucked you on his tongue, as if you were a toy for his pleasure. the thought made you clench even harder on his tongue eliciting a groan from him, the vibrations against your core making you gasp. he was ruthless on your poor stretched cunt and just when you felt close he was pulling his finger and tongue out, playing with your puffy folds and blowing cool air on your throbbing clit.

“charlie-“ you gasped out, feeling your eyes starting to water at the desperation you felt to come.

“father.” he corrected you, clearly it wasn’t about respect, not like megan meant. you swallowed down the spit accumulating in your mouth and with it your hesitance.

“father mayhew please do something.” your voice sounded foreign, so desperate and whiny you almost cringed at it.

“so cute,” he murmured against your clit, kissing it once before licking at it, the rough pad of his tongue igniting every nerve in your body. two of his fingers pressed at your now drooling hole and you sighed in relief. he sucked at your clit as his fingers stretched you open, you were soaking his hand thoroughly practically dropping down the length of it. charlie knew he would smell you for days and when he didn’t he’d start missing it. your eyes wrung shut as you felt your orgasm approaching, the obscene sound of your gushing and his hand smacking against your wet skin filled the air as you started to see white behind your eyelids. you came so hard you were bucking up into him, shaking and squirming in his hold and he fucked you through it, cleaning up the mess you made of yourself and then his fingers. with one last kiss to your clit he lifted himself back up the length of you, kissing your lips and swirling your tongue with his, tasting the sin.

you felt like you were on a cloud, floating in pure bliss and charlie watched the way your eyelids fluttered shut when he pulled back. he’d let you sleep, in the meantime he needed to atone. you could feel him heavy and hot between your legs, clearly hard but not making any move to address it, the thought spurred on your need for more. you were surely addicted to him. his heady musk was starting to affect, you were being drugged by him and his body. you pushed at his shoulders he looked concerned as he broke off the kiss, you pushed a little more and he seemed to get the hint, falling onto his back and bringing you with him.

you straddled him, your clit bumping his hard cock, making you wince at the overstimulation. charlie pulled you along with him as he settled with his back against the headboard, his bare chest fully on display and you trailed a hand down his abs, resting on the small tuft of hair below his belly button. you didn’t know if you could take him again, but surely at your own pace it wouldn’t be too bad. at least that’s what you thought. when you were lifting up on your knees and lining him up, you still felt the stretch from just his tip.

“fuck.” charlie was on the brink of coming just from the sight of you struggling to take him. you had been so insistent on this and then in one second all your bravado went out the door. god he could just eat you up.

“need help baby?” you nodded your head weakly and he guided your hips down and you gripped at his shoulders. once you were down halfway you started to bounce up and down, trying to adjust to the pain. he felt so much deeper like this and you swore it didn’t hurt this much before. fortunately you were still dripping down his length, which helped with the friction and you could feel his precum dripping inside you. you set your own pace, grinding and moving up and down slowly. he wasn’t even fully in but the tight hug of your pussy was enough to make his eyes roll back, there was barely any room for him inside you and every twitch of his dick felt like a shock to your system. you got a bit braver, taking more of him as you leaned against him, his head was leaned back and you didn’t like how far he was, tugging him by his hair towards your lips. and that seemed to be the limit of charlie’s patience, the sharp feeling like some kind of trigger. he was kissing you back fiercely, biting at your lip as he snapped his hips up, filling you up and making you gasp into his mouth. your hole spasmed around him and he kissed you with a bloody devotion, snapping his hips as your own hips bounced down on him, a new mind breaking rhythm that ensured your legs would go weak. you were dripping down both of your thighs now, the force of his thrusts making your ass clap against his lap and you swore you were getting air from the force of his thrusts. it made the way he filled you up even more devastating, abusing your cervix and carving you out with every beat.

when it all became too much for him, he wove a hand between you both, pressing against your clit and made you come on his cock, milking him dry as he came with a few more thrusts up into you. even after he emptied inside you earlier he was still filling you up and leaking down onto his sheets, clearly pent up.

your body fell limp against him, he ran a hand down your smooth back, soothing you while he grew soft inside you. you didn’t think you could move and he didn’t really mind if you never did. you looked so beautiful on his lap almost as if you were made to be there.

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