#anyone got any thots...

[lliquidllyrium]

I like seeing my favs happy as much as the next guy but like sometimes it’s not about a happy ending for me it’s about the most interesting conflict and Lucanis sticking with the job and all the drama that comes with it is ten times more interesting in that regard if I want a runaway crow I simply already have Zevran

[mediocreinternetuser]

tew me they are damn near the same...

[navybrat817]

Miss Navy! What if the reader joined the thunderbolts and fooled around with Bucky?

Bahaha. I have a thot, nonnie.

Not Exactly a Secret

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are really good teammates... and more.

Word Count: Over 1.1k

Warnings: Kissing, implied smut, humor, team bonding (kind of), Thunderbolts spoilers, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Using this beautiful @nixakimbo edit for reasons (you know why if you've seen Thunderbolts!). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

In hindsight, they all should've seen it coming.

You were the last to join the team and easy to get along with. You could roll with the punches and keep up with Alexei, put John in his place when he stepped out of line, sympathize with Bob, and have a blast with Yelena and Ava. Hell, you even congratulated Bucky on his six month stint as a Congressman and swore he made a difference. He admired your kindness. He admired you.

The team thought Bucky was just being extra welcoming since he always found an excuse to be around you. If you offered to cook for the team, he was beside you in the kitchen ready to help. If you wanted to spar, he dropped what he was doing to go to the training room. And if you suggested a movie night, he sat next to you with your favorite snacks ready to go and a blanket in case you got cold.

Everyone noticed that Bucky smiled more when you were around. He laughed more, too. Turned to you for advice and didn't mind staying up late to chat or exchange books. Your room also happened to be beside his and he spent a lot of time in there, more than a regular teammate should.

The recent movie night you snuggled against him and started to doze off. If anyone else had tried to snuggle with him there was a chance they'd lose a hand, but not you. “Mmm. You're so good to me, Bucky,” you said when he picked you up.

“You know me. Just being a good teammate,” he replied, holding you close the way a boyfriend would and not at all like a teammate.

Yeah, they should’ve seen it coming.

Bob stumbled upon you by accident. He had forgotten his hoodie in the common room after one of the movie nights and froze when he spotted you and Bucky making out on the couch. He stood there for a full minute torn because he wanted to get his hoodie back, but he didn't want to interrupt. He ultimately decided against it when Bucky pushed you back on the cushions. On top of his hoodie.

“I’ll just… I’ll get it tomorrow. And I’ll wash it. Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he mumbled as he went back to his room.

You were kind enough to wash it yourself the next day and offered to buy him a new one, but he declined. It was nice that you offered. And he was happy because he saw how happy you made Bucky.

Yelena caught the two of you in the training room. For a moment it looked like Bucky was trying a new move on you and she almost asked him to show her how it was done. Tilting her head after a few seconds, she realized what she was seeing wasn't a defense move at all. If there was any doubt, the grunt he let out and the moan you gave him in response when some clothes were moved aside told her very loud and clear what was happening. And it would've been rude to stay and watch.

“Oh, I'm not sparring on that mat again,” she muttered.

She did spar on it again after Bucky cleaned it twice.

Ava didn't catch the two of you doing anything. She phased in the kitchen one day while Bucky was eating and making a mess. The exasperated look on your face when you tossed him a paper towel was adorable, as was the smile you two exchanged. Bucky never looked that soft around anyone else.

“You eat pussy like that?” Ava asked to get a rise out of Bucky when another drop of sauce hit his shirt.

“Yeah, he does,” you said without skipping a beat.

Ava laughed, thinking it was a joke at first, before she caught Bucky staring you down and licking his lips. You bit your lip and Ava almost phased out of the room to give you two some privacy. You beat her to it by sauntering out of the room with a smirk, the super soldier hot on your tail and leaving his mess behind.

“Thank you for not using the counter since we eat here!” Ava called out after the two of you.

Bucky had you on the counter the next day so he could eat, too.

Alexei found the two of you in his limo tangled up in each other. You couldn't explain why you and Bucky decided to fool around in there, but you wanted to have some fun and the limo was there. And it was clean. The Red Guardian wasn't at all upset. In fact, he felt honored that the Winter Soldier wanted to have sex in his limo and blasted “Pony” to set the mood.

“That’s what I talk about!” he cheered before Yelena dragged him away.

She also decided then and there that she’d always ride in the front seat of the limo.

John was the last to know, which surprised no one. After a successful mission, he realized neither you nor Bucky had answered a question he asked. Whatever smartass comment he began died in his throat when Bucky unashamedly kissed you. There was nothing gentle or chaste about it. It was a deep, filthy kiss and he felt like a perv watching.

Bucky must've thought something similar since he gave John the finger all while he continued to kiss you and you gripped his hair.

“Are you guys…” John trailed off since the rest of the group didn't seem at all surprised by the display. “Wait, did everyone know? Was I the only one who didn't know?”

“Yes, dime store Captain America.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Everyone knew.”

Whether it was the insult of being the last to know, John looked offended. “Even Bobby? And since when did the two of them become a thing?”

Bucky broke the kiss to glare at the blonde. “Yeah, asshole, Bob knew,” he replied.

“And it wasn't really a secret. We just hadn't officially announced it,” you said, giggling when Bucky’s lips found yours again.

Apparently the display was the official announcement.

“I really did know,” Bob smiled before he cleared his throat. “I, uh, found them in the common room.”

“Training room,” Yelena said.

Ava nodded. “Kitchen.”

“Limo!” Alexei shouted, hitting his chest. “My limo.”

“Jesus Christ,” John muttered.

Bob shrugged. “I think they make a good couple.”

“Of course, you do,” Yelena said, a small smile forming on her face as you and Bucky carried on. “I think so, too.”

Yeah, lovelies. Loved the film. Not at all sorry. Catch more shenanigans with Game Nights. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[oldermenfucker]

Three’s a Crowd | J. Abbot & M. Robinavitch

Summary: Robby meets Jack’s new young girlfriend for the first time and his night takes a turn when the couple invites him back to their place.

Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, threesome F/M/M, degrading!!!! rough sex, sub!reader, age gap, m/m, everyone is down bad for each other okay, oral (M), throat fucking, sir kink, breeding, it’s just hot chaos, kind of polyamory? Anyway yes, Poly!rabbot is a thing and we should invest in it more, English isn’t my first language<3

Word count: 4.4k+

an: soooooo this came out of this thot!!! Hehehehehe hope y’all enjoy it! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated🩷

“Tonight?”

  It is shocking, Robby thinks, that for the first time, Jack wants to introduce him to his girlfriend. All his previous relationships have been shallow and not worth even mentioning, so it truly catches Robby off guard when Jack comes on the day shift with his backpack thrown over his shoulder.

  “Yes, I showed her a picture of us and she got too excited to meet you,” Jack shrugs, slamming the locker door shut before he leans his back on it, looking at Robby patiently, “Can never say no to a pretty young girl like her.”

  “Jesus, she has you wrapped around her fingers already,” Robby rolls his eyes, zipping up his hoodie before dropping his stethoscope around his neck, “I don’t wanna impose. Besides, I’m not your dad to approve of your new girl.”

  “I don’t want your approval,” Jack scoffs, walking shoulder to shoulder with Robby inside The Pitt, “All I want is for you to join us for dinner. I’ve made the reservation, and I know she would love to meet you. So suck it up and come.”

  “Nope, not a chance—“

  “Listen, brother,” Jack stops Robby before they reach the central, “It’s been ages since you went out with…anyone. I’m not asking you to get naked and suck on her tits, I’m asking you to join us for a fucking meal. Maybe you’ll get laid if you step outside your goddamn house.”

  “I can get women in my bed alright,” Robby hisses, pointing at Jack with a glare, “Fine, if you so desperately want me to meet your girlfriend, then fine. But don’t set me up with any of her friends, you hear me? Just the three of us.”

  “Cross my heart, just us.”

  •••

  Robby has been at the bar of the restaurant Jack’s made the reservation at for half an hour. Half a fucking hour. They are late, and Robby’s first impression of Jack’s new girlfriend is already ruined. He hates unpunctual people, Jack knows that, so if he wanted his girl to meet Robby so badly, they should have been here on time.

  He nurses on the glass of Bourbon he has in hand, his sleeves already rolled up. He bounces his leg, chin resting on the back of his wrist as he swirls the liquid in his glass. He is all dressed up for this stupid evening; black button down with dark jeans, a watch on his left wrist, and perfume on.

  He is ready to get up and leave, call Jack, and cuss him out for wasting his time and pulling a prank on him. Robby knows it was wrong to come here in hopes of having a decent time with his friend.

  “Robby?”

  He slowly turns towards the familiar sound of his friend, a scowl forming on his face before he swallows as his eyes fall on you — a pretty thing hanging off Jack’s arm like a prize he has won.

  “Hey, brother,” Jack pulls him in for a hug, patting his back before he turns his eyes back to you to introduce you, “Meet my girl.”

  “Hi,” you extend your hand to Robby, grinning at him, “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

  “Likewise,” Robby shakes your hand, biting the inside of his cheek when he notices how you drag your eyes all over him, squeezing his hand when your gaze reconnects.

  You are pretty. He hadn’t seen any pictures before, only Jack’s praises and compliments, but even those words don’t do your beauty justice. He looks you up and down, noticing the tight black dress clinging to your body, the red lipstick proudly tinting your lips.

  You bat your lashes at him, almost looking pleased with yourself that you have him ogling at his best friend’s girlfriend, as if you have planned this.

  “Come on, I booked the table far from everyone,” Jack kisses your bare shoulder, hand spread over your waist as he leads you to the table, glancing back at Robby who is standing on his spot, clenching the hand you were holding a few seconds ago, “You coming?”

  “Yeah, yeah, right behind you.”

  He follows you to the table, running a hand down his face as he watches you take the seat between him and Jack, putting your purse on the table before crossing your legs, gazing at him as he sits down.

  “So,” you lean closer, chin resting on the back of your hand as you look between the two men, “How did you meet each other?”

  “I thought Jack had already told you,” Robby says, grabbing the menu, “Given how he told me you’re excited to meet me.”

  “I want you to tell me, Michael,” you smile, looking at him from under your eyelashes, “Can I call you Michael? Or should I go with Robby?”

  “Robby’s fine,” he doesn’t know he manages to get the words out of him. You must be a force to reckon with, probably how you have managed to charm your way into Jack’s heart. You know what you are doing to him, pushing his buttons and giving him those eyes.

  “I doubt it’s a story you’ll enjoy, doll,” Jack drags his knuckles over your bare arm, grabbing your hand to bring it to his lips. “Should we order wine? Make him loosen up a bit?”

  “Trying to wine and dine me?” Robby scoffs, “I don’t even know what I’m doing here, brother.”

  “You don’t have to do anything!” You reach out and put your hand on his while Jack laces his fingers through yours under the table, “Just enjoy your dinner with us. I promise I’m not some ditzy little girl trying to take your friend’s money.”

  “I never said you were,” Robby doesn’t make a move to remove your touch, he finds it quite nice, actually, the warmth your skin provides with the coldness of the bracelet around your wrist. “It’s… weird to have dinner with a couple. Never done that before.”

  “Well, you are in luck! Cause Jack’s treating us tonight! Red wine and steak, right, baby?” 

  “Of course, doll, anything for my favorite people,” he grins at you, glancing at Robby, who raises his eyebrows in surprise, “What?”

  “Nothing, just… I had no idea I was one of your favorite people,” Robby chuckles, putting the menu down so he can pat your hand, narrowing his eyes at Jack’s teasing smirk.

  “Do you think I take everyone to dinner with my girl?” Jack smiles, and Robby looks between him and you, finding you already looking at him with dazzling eyes, “Why do you think I go up on the roof? ‘Cause I know you’ll come and find me.”

  “So you’re just an attention whore,” Robby snorts, “Not that you’d do it with everyone, but… It’s surprising. You never introduced any of your previous hookups to me or Dana.”

  “I’m not a hookup, Robby—“ you squeal and bite your lip when Jack grabs the foot of your chair, dragging you closer to his side, kissing you feverishly on the mouth for a hot second, “Jack! We’re in public.”

  “Don’t care,” Jack pecks your lips again, and the sight makes Robby’s heartbeat rise, “You look too beautiful right now, don’t you agree, brother?”

  Robby is sure he is bright red with how you bite your lip and giggle. He doesn’t know what he has to say, it is inappropriate, he knows it, hell, even Jack knows it, but it doesn’t make your or Jack’s mood sour, in fact, it’s making you both excited.

  “No comment,” he grabs the glass of water on the table, taking a large sip while he looks back down at the menu to hide his face and embarrassment, but he can’t, not when you lean over the table to hold his hand.

  “Hey, look at me,” you pull on his fingers gently until you have his attention, his heated cheeks making his brown eyes more noticeable, “He doesn’t mind, you can admit that I look good.”

  “I’m not gonna flirt with my friend’s girlfriend in front of him.”

  “So you’d do it when I’m not around, huh?” Jack licks his lips, staring at Robby like he has said something that might ruin his entire life forever.

  Robby doesn’t know if the color is drained from his face or his cheeks are getting hot enough to cook a meal on them, either way, he is a mess. You are looking at him like you want to eat him whole, and Jack’s stare is enough to initiate the thought that he might tear Robby’s clothes in half.

  So yes, Robby is a fucking mess.

  “Let’s order before our poor boy passes out on us.” You kiss Jack’s cheek, nuzzling your face into his neck, leaving red stains all over his pale skin.

  Robby is fucking grateful that the table is far in the corner of the restaurant, being out of sight and earshot or he would have fainted long ago. 

  “I’m twice your age, doll, not your boy,” Robby says, finding the last bit of his confidence, “And I don’t pass out from flirting. ‘M not that weak.”

  “Is that an invitation to do more than just flirting?” Jesus fucking christ, Robby is going to have a stroke if you keep sweet talking him into… he doesn’t even know where you are leading him to, but he is near exploding — from desire, from pent up tension, from embarrassment.

  “Easy there, doll,” Jack chuckles, pointing at the waiter to come and take your orders, glancing at Robby with an easy smile, “Don’t scare him off so soon. At least let him enjoy his dinner.”

  Jack knows the effect you are having on Robby; he can see it. Robby is an open book to him, they have been working together for years, spent countless hours next to each other, so it shouldn’t be a shock when Jack catches a whiff of Robby’s arousal from the distance — he is already half-hard, it should be embarrassing, but with the way you bite your lip and blink up at him like you’re staring at a diamond statue worth million dollars and Jack smiling and looking at him with his intense eyes… he is done for good.

  “Maybe we should just leave, Jack,” you are talking to your boyfriend, but your heels are dragging up his calf, the pointed tip digging into Robby’s jeans as you slowly move them up. He grabs your ankle gently, giving you a pointed look before he looks back down at the menu, pretending to read the words.

  “That’d be rude,” Jack says, kissing the side of your head, “Order for me too, I’ll be right back.”

  “‘Kay,” you beam at him, looking back at Robby, who is glaring at you — there is no ill intent in his eyes, just pure confusion and lust, “So, what do you say?”

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “Oh, come on, Robby!” You manage to drag your foot upper, lips parting in satisfaction when you nudge the bulge in his jeans, “It’s so fucking obvious that I want you.”

  “You have a boyfriend, my friend, I can never—“

  “Betray him? Well guess what,” you rest your forearms on the table, squeezing your tits together and smiling when you notice how Robby’s eyes drop down for a second, “He wants you too. I’m not falling for the ‘he is just a friend, he is my coworker’ bullshit. We want you, both of us, and… it seems you want us too.”

  “I… It’s not okay—“

  “Says who, Robby?” You whine, pouting at him like a child — he wants to call you a child, he wants to cuss you out and do unspeakable things to you, things he is ashamed of, things he shouldn’t be thinking about. “One night, that’s all we’re asking. You know, I asked Jack about you. His extremely sexy friend with sad eyes…”

  “What do you want from me?” Robby asks, voice hoarse and legs shaking as he squeezes your ankle.

  “We want you, that’s all,” Jack comes back, sitting down in front of him, cupping your jaw and digging his fingers into your cheeks, “Look at you, already so fucked out from flirting with him, what a slut.”

  Robby’s heart stops, his pupils dilate in a second as he hears that one word. Slut. Jack called you a slut and you are grinning at him like you have been rewarded. 

  He has always been skeptical about this side of him; he is a gentleman, he’s been told. Always making sure women feel safe with him, always looking out for them, even during sex, he has never allowed himself to go there and call them names. He felt it might demean them as a person, even though he was into it more than he would like to admit.

  “Are you going to join us?” Jack pulls Robby out of his thoughts, “My truck is outside, ready to go to our place.”

  “I don’t know—“

  “Please? Of course, if you’re really uncomfortable—“

  “I’m not,” he cuts you off, running a hand down his face as he purses his lips, “I don’t want to do something that might mess with my friendship.”

  “I think you’d mess it up if you don’t come with us and fuck my girlfriend,” Jack shrugs, standing up to extend his hand to you, and you take it, grabbing your purse to stand up next to him, waiting for Robby to join you.

  “Fine,” Fine. Yeah. Totally. Like, he isn’t about to get his hands on his best friend’s girlfriend. Like, this is totally normal for Jack to invite him to his place. Totally normal.

  You smile broadly, letting go of Jack to grab Robby’s hand, pulling him towards the exit as Jack walks ahead of you to his truck. 

  Robby can feel your excitement; your hands are shaking, a skip in your steps, and a grin you try to hide as you bid your farewell to the waiters and drag him to Jack’s car. You open the backseat door, urging him to go sit in the middle before you crawl inside too, waiting for Jack to turn on the engine and move.

  As soon as the car starts moving, you ditch your purse and straddle Robby’s lap, sitting yourself right on the tent in his pants, arms wrapping around his neck, leaning down to capture his lips in a soft kiss to test the waters.

  Robby groans, large palms caressing the path of your bare thighs to your waist before he meets you halfway this time, lips locking in a passionate kiss. One of his hands moves up to grab the back of your neck, keeping you pressed to his body while he licks his way into your mouth.

  He doesn’t notice how Jack’s grip tightens around the wheel, occasionally glancing back to see how desperately his girlfriend is grinding her hips down on Robby’s bulge.

  You moan into Robby’s mouth when his zipper comes in contact with your heated cunt, the wet spot in your thong leaving its trail over the fabric of his jeans as you let him explore your mouth like a starved man, scratching his beard under his jaw.

  There’s spit, tongue, teeth, everything Robby has ever felt in this kiss. It is a mess in your mouth, a mess he created, and when he pulls back, he sees how your lipstick is smudged all over your chin and swollen lips — truly, he has never seen a sight so beautiful as this.

  “We’re here,” Jack announces, his voice cracking as he looks at the pair from his rear mirror, cutting off the engine before he jumps down off the truck, opening the backseat door to help you out.

  You crawl out of Robby’s lap with one last kiss on the corner of his mouth, holding Jack’s hand to steady yourself and pull down the hem of your dress, waiting for Robby to join you. 

  The three of you walk to the building’s elevator as nonchalantly as possible, acting like you weren’t sucking on each other’s mouths a few moments earlier. But as soon as the elevator’s door is shut, Jack is kissing you on the lips while Robby presses himself to your back, trailing his tongue over your pulse point.

  You moan into your boyfriend’s mouth, one hand tangled in his curly hair while the other circles around Robby’s neck to hold him close. You can feel the warmth of their arousal against your body — hot, heavy, and begging for attention. 

  You feel Robby move away quickly when he hears the sound of the elevator’s ‘ding’, and it makes you and Jack chuckle.

  “What?”

  “Don’t worry, no one’s gonna catch us,” Jack replies, grabbing your hand to pull you into the hallway, silently forcing Robby to follow, “We’re the only people living on this floor.”

  “Lucky—“

  “Urgh, enough talking!” You groan, grabbing Jack’s keys from his hand before unlocking the door, pulling both men inside the apartment by their collars, “We have much more important things to do.”

  You don’t let them respond, you just grab Robby by his sleeve and pull him to the couch, pushing him down on the cushions before you crawl into his lap for the second time tonight, crashing your lips into his.

  Jack stands behind you, unbuttoning his shirt before he reaches to grab you by the back of your neck, pulling you away from Robby roughly, tilting your head back so he can look at you from above.

  “Wanna suck him off, doll?” Jack leans down, pecking your lips before he chuckles at your quick nods, “One dick wasn’t enough for you, was it?”

  “No…”

  “I know, greedy little slut,” he taps your cheek, standing back a little to give you room to stand up, but before you can kneel between Robby’s legs, Jack stops you, bending you down by a hand on the space between your shoulders, “You didn’t think I’d let you kneel, huh? It’d be really fucking rude to not let me fuck you while you blow my best friend.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Robby gasps when you only nod and unzip his pants, muttering a soft ‘yes sir’ in reply to Jack, pushing your hips back to your boyfriend’s bulge, grinding yourself against him as best as you can before you feel him reach between your bodies to undo his belt.

  “Do you always talk to her like that?” Robby gasps when you wrap your fingers around his cock, watching how you marvel at the size, stroking it a few times before you lower your mouth on the tip.

  “She loves it, brother,” Jack chuckles, pushing your dress over your waist and dragging your thong down your thighs, biting the flesh of your thigh in the process before he straightens his back, “Look at her, she is drenched. If not a whore than why act like one?”

  You hum around Robby, bracing your weight on your forearms on his thighs while Jack holds your hips in his steady hands, not letting you fall while you are bent over. 

  Robby sighs, hand reaching to rest over your head as you take him down your throat slowly, slurping and gagging in the process. His gaze goes from your red lips stretched out around his cock to Jack pumping himself, slowly lining up the tip with your cunt before he slams himself inside you. You jolt forward, moaning around Robby as your boyfriend fills you up completely. 

  Robby doesn’t know where to look; to your face that is covered in smudged makeup or to where you and Jack are connected, the globes of your ass hitting Jack’s hips as he picks up his pace. 

   “Fuck,” he groans when you angle your head to take more of him, and Jack siezes the moment to grab your arms and pull them behind you, leaving you choking around Robby’s dick.

  “Don’t be gentle with her,” Jack says in a deep throaty tone, smirking at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, “She gets off on it. C’mon, brother, tell her how much of a dumb slut she is, I mean, look at her.”

  Robby has always been hesitant to indulge in this side of himself, rightfully so, because none of his previous partners have ever allowed him to open up about his fantasies. It is strange to finally be given the green light not by one, but two people.

  “Really? You come just by being talked down to?” His tone is condescending, humiliating even, but when bites his lip and nods at Robby, he knows he is doing a good job, “Fucking pathetic.”

  Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Robby guides you up and down his length with his fingers tangled in your hair, the angry red tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again.

  “I told you,” Jack groans, nails digging into your waist as he pounds into you, “Taking two cocks at the same time. Maybe we should both fuck her holes together, what do you say? I’m pretty fucking sure she’d love it.”

  Your legs are aching, Robby notices; they are shaking and barely holding you up as Jack drills his cock deep inside you, pulling you to the edge of your orgasm quickly.

  “Are you going to come?” Robby pulls you off of his dick, leaning down to kiss you hard on the mouth, making sure you can take a breath in before he kisses you again, “Do it, come around him, I wanna see how he wrecks you.”

  You can’t form a coherent word when Robby reaches for your clit, burying his face into your neck as he stares into Jack’s eyes, watching how slams himself into you a few times before he comes, coating your insides white with a breathy moan of your name.

  Your high hits you like a truck, shuddering and quivering with meaningless words falling from your lips, gushing around Jack’s dick as he holds you pressed to him, making sure you take every drop of his cum.

  “Don’t make him wait,” Jack delivers a harsh slap on your ass, helping you crawl into Robby’s lap with weak legs, “Use my cum as lube, fuck him good, make sure he knows you’re his fucking toy too.”

  “Yes, sir,” you giggle and push Robby back, raising on your knees as Jack comes to stand behind you, reaching between you and Robby’s body to grab Robby’s cock, stroking him with a tight grip before he guides you to sit on it, “F-fuck—“

  “Shit,” Robby mouth parts in shock; you are warm, so so warm and welcoming, and Jack’s cum is leaking around his cock as you sit on him, keeping Jack’s seed locked in place, “You want me to fill you up too?”

  “Please!” You whimper, resting your hands on his shoulders so you can bounce up and down, vision getting blurry as his fat cock nudges your cervix so beautifully, “So big, so fuckin’—ah, fuck—“

  “He is big, isn’t he? But you can take it, I know you can. Be a good whore for him, yes— there she is,” Jack bites your neck, grabbing Robby’s hand to put them on your boobs while his own palms run down to your hips, helping you move faster, “Talk to her, brother, she fucking loves it.”

  “Yeah?” Robby squeezes your tits, long fingers playing with your nipples as you nod mindlessly, wailing out at the stretch of his cock while you ride him with all the energy you have left, “You love when I give you attention too? Your boyfriend wasn’t enough so you had to fuck his friend too. Disgusting, chasing the closest dick you could, I’m so fucking glad it was me.”

  Robby thrusts his hips upward, throwing his head back as he feels his balls tightening. The warmth and wetness of your pussy being too much for him, he knows he is close, it seems that Jack knows too.

  “C’mere,” Jack caresses Robby’s fully clothed chest up to his chin, grabbing his jaw tightly before he leans over your shoulder to kiss him. 

  The sight of the two men kissing is enough to make your vision go blank, legs trying to close around Robby’s wide hips as you come, white hot pleasure rushing through your veins. 

  Jack pulls away, his hand moving to Robby’s neck as you both look at the older man — flushed, breathless, and ready to come. You don’t stop riding him, not before making sure he gives you his load too. You move forward to kiss Robby as well while Jack holds his neck in place, his other hand helping you move your hips in fast circles.

  “Come for me, sir,” you gasp against Robby’s mouth, clenching your walls around his throbbing cock as you grind down on him, “I need it— give it to me!”

  “Fu—ahck!” Robby’s hands fly to your hips, holding you down as he finally comes, shooting ropes of his seed inside you with a deep throaty groan, eyes closed and cheeks on fire.

  “Yeah, make'er full, brother.” Jack kisses your head, his smile matching your lazy, tired grin as you watch Robby ride his high, giving you possibly the biggest load he has ever had.

  You fall on Robby’s chest, and Jack moves to sit next to the two of you, watching how you and Robby wrap your arms around each other while trying to catch your breath.

  “How was it?” You ask in a hushed voice, pressing soft kisses on Robby’s blushing neck, trailing your kisses up to his face, “Good? Bad? Out of this world?”

  “I’m fucking dizzy, give me a second,” you laugh at Robby’s tired voice, slowly stroking his hair, looking back at Jack who only shrugs runs a hand through his hair.

  “What? You too?”

  “We need at least two hours before we can fuck you again,” Jack says, ushering you to slowly deatach yourself from Robby, snuggling between the two of them on the couch with their mixed cum leaking out of you.

  “I mean…” Robby glances at you when you start talking, “You got two mouths and four skilled hands.”

  “You’re not wrong,” Jack smirks, looking at Robby with raised eyebrows, “What do you say?”

  “Maybe we should fuck the cheekiness out of her.”

  “Or maybe you could fuck each other and I watch,” You beam at them, “Though fully naked next time, and on the bed. I can’t feel my legs.”

[puckinghischier]

Dogtooth

jack hughes x fem!reader

WARNING - SMUT!!! minors, DNI. 18+. oral!female receiving, face riding

summary: just a lil jack thot inspired by the song dogtooth by tyler, the creator

notes: this is just a repost of the little jack blurb i posted last night, i just wanted to reformat it so it’d fit in my masterlist better. but!! this is probably my favorite jack thing i’ve ever written and i’m obsessed with this song so, hope you enjoy!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[2.3k]

dogtooth by tyler, the creator?? that song is soooooo jack coded.

it’s the right kind of cocky but also the perfect amount of loving his woman, which is exactly how i picture jack to be in a relationship.

he’s a pretty private guy, not enjoying being in the media too much and revealing a ton about his personal life. he hates media because he doesn’t like the feeling of people assuming they know everything about him. but his girl? she knows everything about this man and he basks in the fact she knows him better than anyone else.

and when he’s down for someone? oh he’s down baddddd. i mean, pining level shit. he always wants to be around her. always calling her. always texting her. he just wants her attention 24/7, no matter what he has to do to get it.

he loves to pleasure his girl. and that’s it, really. he loves any second he can spend making her feel good, any way she wants. he doesn’t even care about the reciprocation (though he does love when she returns the favor) because knowing he’s the one to satisfy her needs is enough to put him on cloud nine all by itself.

and the second jack hears this song for the first time? oh he’s got big plans for it. (and you)

you’d be sitting on the couch, waiting on jack to get home from a mid-day skate. he sent you a text telling you he was leaving the rink around thirty minutes ago, expecting him to walk through the door any second.

no sooner than the thought entered your mind, you heard the lock click, signaling his arrival. calling out a greeting, you’re met with silence. you turn your body to see why he’s ignoring you, noticing the small white ear buds stuck in each ear.

he sets his bag down at the door, no doubt filled with his sweat soiled clothes he wants you to wash. waiting on him to look up and acknowledge you, you lay your head on the plush cushions resting against the back of the couch. you watch him, never missing an opportunity to admire how pretty he is.

finally, he looks up and meets your gaze, smiling at your love-filled eyes. he pops one headphone out while walking towards you, rolling it around in his hand.

“hey, sweets,” he leans down to place a small kiss on your waiting lips.

you savor the taste of his lips, always loving their soft feel.

“tried to say hi when you walked in, but guess you couldn’t hear me,” you gesture to the one earbud still lodged in one of his ears.

he gives you a small, apologetic look. “sorry, found a new song i really like. think you will too, actually. made me think about you.”

grabbing his phone from his pocket with his free hand, the one that’s holding the small bluetooth device brushes your hair away from your own ear, comfortably resting the earbud there.

“here’s the thing though….i want you to ride my face while we listen,” he just casually tells you, not even looking up at your face, still fiddling with his phone.

you perk up, surprised at his casualness. “i- what?”

“you heard me, before i press play i want you to ride my face.”

said face in question is dead serious, not an ounce of mischief to be found.

“you…literally just walked through the front door. what happened to asking each other about our days? or discussing what we’re gonna eat for dinner?” you ask him, not knowing how to react to the sudden proposal.

he rolls his eyes playfully. “is this your way of telling me you don’t want to? because you don’t have to. just think it’d really add to the experience, s’all” he shrugs.

you still don’t know how to react to the pure casualness of it all. by the way he’s acting you’d think he’s suggesting watching a movie, not having you ride his face in the middle of the living room.

“i didn’t say i didn’t want to. it’s just a little wild for that to be one of the first things out of your mouth when you get home.”

jack snickers at your words, walking around the large sectional to occupy the spot next to you.

“not really. not for me, at least. been thinking about it all day,” he plops down beside of you, making himself comfortable.

his words shoot excitement down to your core. he’s been thinking about it all day?

before you can think of a response, you feel shuffling next to you on the plush couch. you look over to see jack laying flat on his back, head only slightly raised to look over at you expectantly.

“so, you gonna get rid of those shorts or what?” he asks, referencing your thin, cotton pajama bottoms.

“i swear to god, if i wasn’t turned on right now i’d slap you,” you grumble, standing and removing all clothing below your waist.

jack laughs a real, out loud, laugh this time, prideful in the fact that you’ve never really been able to (or wanted to) resist any of his offers.

he burrows his body further into the couch, making sure he’s in the middle of the large surface, ensuring there’s room for your knees to rest on either side of his head.

you climb to hover over his body, looking down at his hungry eyes that are glued to your bare pussy, following every movement of your body from that landmark.

“shirt off or on?” you ask him, sitting on his toned abdomen.

“off. wanna be able to play with your boobs, please,” he flicks his eyes up to your face, an innocent smile on his own as he bats his eyelashes.

“of course you do,” you remove your (his) t-shirt from your body, now completely bare as you sit on top of him.

“swear they get bigger every time i see them,” he says in awe, bringing a hand up to massage one of your full breasts. you moan as he kneads the flesh, stomach turning flips in anticipation of what’s about to take place.

“gonna press play so we can get started or you just gonna play with my tits all night?” you huff out, loving the feeling but growing needier by the second.

it takes jack a second to register what you’re saying, too lost in the feeling of the heavy skin in his hand.

“oh! yeah, almost forgot,” he reaches up to the back of the couch where he left his phone, picking it up long enough to press play.

you scoot yourself farther up his body, resting your eager core right above his chin. all you’d have to do is relax your thighs the slightest amount to make contact with his mouth. 

suddenly you hear a smooth beat ring out in one ear, assuming jack’s hearing the same.

the second you hear the lyrics “she could ride my face i don’t want nothing in return” pour out of the earbud, jack inched his face up, licking a long, deep stripe through your folds.

you allow yourself to relax, sliding your slick pussy back and forth gently, not wanting to rush.

jack’s nose brushes your clit with every movement. you sigh at the feeling, not realizing how much you needed the friction until now.

the melody in your ear continues, but none of the lyrics are registering anymore. the feeling of jack’s tongue working through you takes every ounce of your attention.

“god, fuck! jack, best idea ever,” you moan out, picking up your pace slightly.

jack groans, letting his tongue still for a moment, allowing you to work yourself over it as you please.

fighting through the bliss radiating throughout your body, you try to focus on the lyrics at least a little bit. the chorus starts repeating, but the lyrics that follow make your head fuzzy in the best way.

“she could ride my face i don’t want nothin’ in return, except for some her time and all her love, that’s my concern” is what you focus on, the words squeezing your heart and your cunt.

jack smirks into your pussy when he hears you moan, knowing exactly which lyrics elicited the reaction from your body. you’ve always been the type to get off on the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear while he fucks into you, so he knew that line in particular would be especially helpful while his mouth is otherwise occupied.

your pace increases again as the song continues on, already halfway to your release.

jack brings his hands up to hold you still, your hole mere centimeters from his waiting tongue. he guides you to lower yourself onto the muscle, encouraging a slight bobbing motion of your body.

with every depression of your cunt onto his tongue, your clit bumps onto the tip of his nose. the pressure is a delicious form of teasing, the sensation gone nearly as soon as it’s felt each time.

“please, touch me. need you to touch me, jack. so so close,” you pant out, feeling the familiar swirl of your climax forming already.

jack grunts in response, the vibrations sending waves all throughout your body and you’re convinced you can feel it in your toes.

his hands leave your hips, traveling up your body until they find your sensitive buds, pinching and playing with each pink, taut nipple.

you jolt a bit, the motion causing your clit to slam against his nose this time. you cry out at all of the various sensations all at once. full with his tongue, rough hands on your tits, and round nose scraping against your clit.

the pure stimulation of it all forces your orgasm out of you, slamming into your body with the force of a train.

“fuck!” you scream, quickly shooting a hand out to grip the back of the couch, trying to stop yourself from collapsing on jack’s face completely.

you can barely hear the words “she can ride my face i don’t want nothin’ in return, and will i ever fall in love again? i can’t confirm,” ring through your ear, the soundtrack to your release, literally.

jack continues to work his tongue in and out of your hole while you shake and convulse above him, having to chase your entrance as you move. he continues to knead your sensitive breasts, each squeeze sending small volts through your already spent nerves.

he can feel your release dripping onto his cheeks, chin, and nose. he tries to lap up as much as he can, not wanting to miss a drop of your liquid pleasure.

your taste alone was enough to form the wet spot on his grey sweats, not embarrassed in the slightest he’s literally leaking from how turned on he is. but when he looks up at you above him, skin damp and eyes half rolled into the back of your head, mixed with the feeling of your body tightening around his tongue so harshly he can’t even pull it out, he blows his load right then and there.

he can feel the last flutters of your walls around his tongue, not stopping his movements until you pull back, having half a mind to keep going and work another orgasm out of your sensitive state. he moans through his own unprompted release, the only thing keeping him from following his sudden impulse to overstimulate you.

once the tired muscles in your thighs stop shaking, and your breath evens out, you can hear the fading of the music in your ear, signaling the end of the song. you push up slightly on your knees, detaching yourself from jack’s mouth as he chases your now swollen cunt, a small whine escaping him at the action.

“jack…the song’s over,” you manage the words somehow, in awe that he made you come in only a single song’s length.

“i can hit replay,” he rushes out, already reaching to grab his phone again.

you squeak out a slightly panicked “no,” while shaking your head, worried if he started again you might actually explode. you let yourself relax fully, scooting back so you can rest yourself on his lower abdomen once again, but the feeling of something wet stops you.

jerking back up, you turn and look down, spotting the large, wet stain on his sweatpants. you can’t stop staring at it, wondering if you’re really looking at what you think you’re looking at.

“jack…did you…” you trail off, turning back around to look at him.

he smirks as he leans himself up on his elbows. “sure did, sweets. you have no clue how much i enjoyed that.”

you laugh at his pride filled face. “pretty sure i do, seeing as i just sat on the evidence.”

he simply shrugs, patting your bare ass lightly to signal you to stand. you swing your legs over his body, standing and bending over to pick up your discarded underwear and slide it back up your legs.

“so….about that dinner conversation,” you ask him as he stands, suddenly way hungrier than you were when he first got home.

it’s his turn to laugh at you, walking over and removing the now silent earbud from your ear.

“whatever you want is fine with me. i already ate,” he gives you a kiss on the forehead then turns to walk towards the bedroom.

“oh…not even right, you dick,” you huff, following it with telling him you’re ordering his least favorite take out, a punishment for his sass.

making your way to the kitchen to dig through the different take out menus, you hear jack shout your name once again.

“i was thinking, how do you feel about that being our wedding song?” he asks, poking his now shirtless, but clean sweats clad, figure out of the bedroom door.

“jack!” you shout, scolding him as his loud cackle rings out around you, causing your own amused smile to break out on your face.

[mattsundaes]

Any more thots thoughts about dom best friend!mattsun? 🎤🎤🎤

"hey matsukawa?"

glancing back over your shoulder from where you're currently lying across the length of the couch on your stomach, you drop one of your legs that's bent at the knee and dangling in the air to prod your best friend's thigh with your socked foot.

looking up from his phone, he smoothly catches your ankle in his hand as you start to poke higher up his leg, brow raised. "what's up?"

"how do you tell someone you're hooking up with that you want to try out a dom and sub dynamic?"

matsukawa blinks, the grip of the fingers that still encircle your ankle tightening just a fraction. "what?"

your other leg drops down, as you intend to roll over to face him better, but the forearm of his free hand comes to rest over it, effectively trapping you in place.

he doesn't even look down as he does it, reflexively almost. and something bright and and warm fizzes down your spine.

"i mean, i didn't have anyone in mind. this is just hypothetical. but ever since you told me about what you're into—"

(you haven't been able to stop thinking about it.)

"—i would argue that told and hiro blurted it out in the mcdonalds drive thru are two very different things—"

(you had a wet dream about your best friend that night, about his big hands curled around your throat, about his fingers in your mouth, about the way the words "good girl" would sound in his deep voice—)

"—anyway, it got me thinking..."

(it got you thinking about your wrists and matsukawa's headboard, about the teasing way he likes to tug at the choker necklace your wear sometimes—)

your neck's starting to ache from the angle you're twisted at to keep looking at him, and the intensity of his gaze isn't helping any, either. so you turn away, eyes focusing on the checkered pattern of the throw pillow clutched in your arms.

"i've just been wondering if it's something that i might enjoy. being submissive, that is."

matsukawa's quiet for a beat, thumb sliding slowly against your ankle when he finally replies, "you shouldn't experiment with someone who doesn't know what they're doing. that's not going to help you figure out if you like it."

your throat begins to feel dry, and your toes curl slightly.

(it's normal, this kind of casual touching between the two of you.)

(casual touches and borderline flirting.)

(it's normal, but every place his skin is touching yours has never burned quite so hot.)

"well what will help me figure it out? posting a classified ad on some sketchy website and meeting up with some creepy random daddy dom?"

mattsun snorts.

and without warning, you suddenly find yourself pinned beneath him.

and you should—

you should be tense, holding your breath, choking on your own spit at the way his hips are flush with your backside as he traps you fully this time.

but instead—

matsukawa's body heat sinks into yours as he splays his palm against the nape of your neck. he lets his hand slide along the curve of your jaw, cupping your face, fingers skirting against your partially-open lips.

and all you can do is let out an unconscious little sigh as pleasant, dizzy warmth floods your veins. you think about turning your face into his palm, taking his finger into your mouth. you think about going pliant beneath him—

the sound of loud knocks at the front door is like a bucket of ice water over your head. you can hear makki and oikawa arguing out in the hallway, followed by iwaizumi barking at both of them to shut up.

matsukawa curses softly under his breath before he leans in against your ear to murmur, "i don't think the question is if you're going to like it."

he's off of you and heading toward the entryway before you can respond.

[muniimyg]

10.5: love 》 series m.list

note: we made it !!! i am so incredibly grateful for everyone's love and support with c2u <3 meeting u all was so fun ,, answering ur asks and interacting thru comments truly made my day ! i'm glad i was able to share this silly goofy concept and have it well received . as usual ,, please lmk ur thots !!! i have 3 extras that will be posted soon (ie: their first hook up, a comfort scenario, and one final smut extra) so please look forward to those !!! thank u for ur patience ,, all the love 💗

warnings: sex tape vibes (kind of), pussy eating (nom nom), fucking LOL ... dirty talk & creampie! easy shit yk? lmaoo

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As much as Jungkook loves to play soccer for the glory, he loves it best alone. 

When the bleachers are empty and the field is wide and free—that’s when he feels the most love for his sport. To others, it comes off as lonely and sad but to him; it’s serenity. Sometimes, it’s the only place he feels like he can truly be himself. It’s a place where he doesn’t have to be anything to anyone. It’s a place where he can be lost and found at the same time. It’s also his go-to place when he can’t sleep. Jungkook hasn’t slept well in weeks. He figured it was time to be in his own space.

His haven. 

His favourite part has got to be when he plays so hard that he doesn’t even notice the world is waking up. The moment Jungkook looks up and sees the sunrise—he always gets this feeling in the pit of his stomach. It’s an easiness that can’t be explained.

It’s an incredible relief. 

When he sees the sun, he stops playing. He takes a break and sits down to watch the sun bloom on the horizon. There’s so much bliss in the stillness of the world. He feels so much clarity when it’s just him, the net, and the ball. It’s like nothing else matters and his mind can focus on one thing: winning.

Jungkook has only done these late-night sessions a handful of times in his life. 

The first time was the day before Uni tryouts and he doubted his talent. Everyone kept telling him he had nothing to worry about, but that didn’t make him feel any better. To Jungkook, his luck was just like everybody’s. He was afraid of it not coming through when he needed it the most. Therefore, he worked his ass off regardless of his luck history. 

Note: Jungkook was the first in his year to get in. 

The second time was when he fucked up at a game and cost his team a minor setback. It wasn’t the end of the world—he just felt like shit.

The third time was the day he redeemed himself and scored the winning goal that got the team to championships. It was the best game he had in a while. It was also the first time felt tired of it. Tired of the game, tired of the play… Just tired. 

The fourth time was when he decided to take a break from soccer and tend to his burnout… Eventually, he came back after a few months. Of course, he did. He loves soccer more than anything in the world…

That was until you.

He didn’t go back to the field and have a session to himself to celebrate. No, he celebrated with you instead. You didn’t know and he never told you… But that’s what he did. The first day he came back to soccer, he went to you right after. With you, he found rest. 

That’s when he realized something… 

He wasn’t tired anymore.

At least, whenever he was with you.

He wasn’t tired. That’s all he could really ask for, right? To fall in love with someone that was his safety net. 

The fifth time would be today. 

Jungkook has been out here since 3AM, kicking the ball and practicing drills. It upset him, to be honest. He thought being here would help ease his heart. Everything feels so clogged up and messy to him. It’s like no matter what he does to try to clean up his mess, everything stains. So, he thinks to himself that maybe if he ran enough laps or kicked the ball hard enough—it would stop.

The mess. 

The yearning.

The loving. 

But it doesn’t.

No, instead his heart continues to ache. As he clenches it every so often, he thinks of you. Then, for a second, his heart is still. In the stillness, he tries to think of good things around him. 

At least the rain wasn’t pouring as hard as it was an hour ago.

At least the sun is coming up and it’s a new day. 

At least you were here—

Wait. 

You’re here?

Jungkook rubs his eyes. Partly due to disbelief and partly because the rain made it hard to see you clearly. Yet, somehow… In his heart, he knows it. He knows it’s you. 

How’d you know where he was? More importantly, why are you here? 

Why was his heart racing so fast again? 

Be still. 

He isn’t sure of what to do. Should he wave? Should he call your name? Are you here on accident? 

Considering it’s almost 6AM… It can’t be an accident, right?

Just as much as Jungkook’s head begins to fill with questions, yours does too. As you walk closer and closer to him, you can’t help but only hear your heartbeat pound louder and louder. Is this normal? To feel like your heart could jump out of your chest if it meant getting to him faster? You let your mind spin. 

Why the fuck are you here? 

What are you doing again?

Did you write everything down?

You sure felt a lot braver ten minutes ago… Suddenly, seeing him has made you doubt all the courage you worked to have for this moment. At the same time, the complex feeling of pure happiness and relief blossoms. You can’t help but smile at the sight of him. There’s a stillness in the world and it’s only when you look at him and it’s good. You know that now… But oh my god. 

You’re about to lose your shit. 

How did you get here?

When did it all begin? 

Was it from the first night you two slept together? Or was it the karaoke night when you realized you were waiting for him to kiss you? Could it be time he fucked you in front of your mirror and you vowed to never drink coffee before meeting up with him ever again? 

… No. 

Maybe it was when Mina came along. 

You gave him a blowjob just to stall him from going (bad move, by the way. That was pretty bitchy). Oh, and we can’t forget about the time you craved him when you were drunk out of your mind and all he did was take care of you. Half asleep, you woke up to him mounting your mirror on the wall… And well, maybe…

Maybe it was then. 

When he fixed your mirror, he fixed your heart. 

That’s probably why the time you two hooked up in his bedroom at the party felt so right. It was finally clicking.

You were into him then.

You just didn’t know how to admit it. Then, it got fucked up because you were caught off guard. 

The perilla leaf.

The exile. 

The hate sex. 

Everything good and bad has led to this moment and you can’t help but feel like you’re falling apart. Finding the origin of it all feels exhausting… In your head, you debate it all. In your heart, you’ve always known. 

You see, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

The friendship, the sleeping with him, the hurting him—the loving him… It wasn’t supposed to do this to you. You aren’t supposed to be this nervous and so impatient at the same time. You aren’t supposed to feel this stupid either… 

But you do. 

… And that’s okay. 

Sometimes, with love, you’re going to feel a little stupid. You just have to cross your fingers and hope the person you’re being stupid for is just as stupid as you. 

In your case… There’s a good chance he is. 

As you stand on the sidelines, Jungkook places his hand over his eyes to see you clearer. He tilts his head in confusion as you drop your bag. 

Then, just like that…

It happens. 

His thoughts pause, his heart goes still for the nth time, and his world slows down as he takes in the sight of you. Nothing will ever be better than this. The same way he feels an ease when he watches the sunrise—he feels it as he looks at you right now. 

God, he loves you so much. 

He has known it for so long but this… You in this moment; it’s bliss. 

Complete and utter bliss. 

If that isn’t enough… His heart is completely undone the moment he realizes two things: one, you’re wearing his jersey, and two; you’re holding a towel in your arms for him. He can’t help but let a laugh escape his lips. All that shit you said about how you would never be a part of his fan club and how you could never be that girl…

Oh, this is gold. 

Honestly, it’s more than enough. For you to show up and make this effort—it fills his heart. Yet, you’re you. Always full of surprises and ways of making his heart go on overdrive. As he sinks in his thoughts and soaks this moment in; he watches you take a deep breath. Then, slowly but surely, you extend your hand out to him. 

It’s then when he knows it. 

The wait was worth it.

The wait is over.

You and Jungkook sit on a bench, under the technical area’s cover. For a while, you two watch the sunrise in silence. Both too afraid to say anything to ruin the moment—both so undoubtedly in love. Once the sun is fully up, you brace yourself. 

This is it. 

Jungkook turns to you, chasing your eyes. 

“You nervous or something?” he jokes, as he begins to dry his hair with the towel you placed around his neck. 

“Yeah,” you confide. “Am I doing this right?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as you scoot closer to him and take the towel. In your continued silence, you take over and start to dry his hair. Scrunching the towel, you pat dry his neck and cheeks. He gulps, unsure of what to do… He likes it though. He likes that you’re taking care of him and that you’re trying. He knows you are. 

As you pat dry him, you try to find your words. It takes a moment, but you think to yourself… It’s now or never, right? You’re already here. You’ve already folded. 

It catches Jungkook off guard when you suddenly tug him close. Putting the towel aside, you cup his cheeks with your hands. Your hands are cold, but he doesn’t mind. If anything, he’s holding himself back from kissing them. With a pout on your lips, you begin your confession. 

“I hate being your friend.” 

Jungkook squints at you and chuckles. He removes your hands from his cheeks, smirking at you. “What bullshit are you on now? Didn’t we agree on—”

“I never agreed,” your eyebrows knit together. “It’s been like… A day and a half and I’m going crazy being your stupid friend.”

“Fine,” he snaps. “Enemies?”

His suggestion annoys you.

You lift your hand to hit him, but he catches your wrist. Then, he opens his hands for you. You sigh teasingly but take it. Intertwining your fingers together, you two sit in silence again for a moment. 

Holding hands, watching as the rain pours, and preparing to give your hearts to one another… It feels like this could be a dream.

“Tae and Yuna, ” you begin, breaking the silence. Your voice sounds weary and desperate. “They’ve been friends since the very beginning. He always had feelings for her and she did too… But she didn’t do anything about it until it was too late. He’s dating Mina’s friend now or something—it’s so messed up. It’s so unfair, y-you know? They deserve each other so much and I—”

“Breathe,” Jungkook comforts you. “They’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t want that to be us,” you blurt. 

Jungkook blinks at you. 

“It’s so scary. Jungkook, I don’t want that to be us… B-but it is us, isn’t it? Y-you hate me because of—“

His eyebrows knit together. “___, I don’t hate you. Don’t say that.”

Your lips quiver, unsure of how to navigate through this talk. Maybe you should have planned it better. Maybe you should have written this whole speech out instead of word-vomiting like this… But that’s the thing. 

You aren’t good at this.

Regardless, you’ll try for him.

“I’ve been selfish,” you admit, letting your eyes dart to the field. You can’t look at him. It feels too overwhelming to.  “I’ve been inconsiderate and I know I can’t justify my actions because they hurt you—I just need you to know that I was scared. It was so scary trusting you, falling asleep beside you, and waking up next to you. It was so scary watching you laugh with other girls and not knowing how to tell you how I felt… I’m sorry I started fights while trying to figure out how I felt about myself… Honestly? I think I was so scared because you made it so easy.”

A beat.

“T-the truth is… I’ve always known how I felt about you.” 

Jungkook can’t help but smile. He wonders if you know what you’re doing to him… Do you? He’s afraid you don’t.

“Really?” he pries, moving closer to you. “How do you feel about me?”

Attempting to be intimidating, you turn to face him with a glare. 

“D-don’t push it.”

Jungkook pouts. “But I want to know… Please, please, please?”

For a moment you contemplate. Then, you look at him and take it all in. His wet hair, soft eyes, and pouting lips… How were you ever strong enough to say no to him before? Truly, you’re a changed woman.

Curling your fist, you shut your eyes and say it. You tell him the whole truth. 

You give him your heart. 

“You said you got ahead of yourself… But have you ever considered that I was beside you the entire time? L-like you said you’ve had feelings for me since the first time you made me laugh… Me too. I knew it then too. I just didn’t know what to do because every time I dated guys, it all felt the same… With you, it was different from the start. I don’t know how to explain it… All I know is that I like you in every way it’s possible to like someone—I like you. My heart has been yours all along. I’m sorry it took me so long to give it to you. It just felt like everything with you kept falling into place and I was terrified I was f-falling too… I think—n-no, I… Umm, I know that I…”

Something others may not know about Jungkook is that he’s consistently bad at one thing. That one thing is playing it cool when it comes to you. He has to fight his inner demons to stop himself from professing his love for you every 10 minutes. So, it would be a lie that he wasn’t loving this. He loves watching you feel what he feels. 

Your words, sweet and well-awaited, completely captivate him. 

He can’t help it when you’re like this. So perfect, so cute, so his. He can’t resist!

Which is why he kisses you mid-confession. 

Jungkook kisses you slowly and deeply. Like never before, you lose your breath from how passionately he kisses you. Once you two pull away, he rests his forehead against yours. Smiling, he sneaks in a couple more kisses. 

Timidly, you say, “So… You aren’t mad at me anymore?”

With a laugh, Jungkook shakes his head. “God, you drive me crazy.”

“So… That’s a no, right?” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes and purses his lips. You press your lips against them and kiss him once more. 

“___?”

“Y-yeah?”

“... I checked my phone a moment ago and Yuna ratted you out. She texted me like ten minutes before you came. Said if you don't show up I should knock on your door and fuck your feelings out of you.” You gasp, burying your face with your hands. Sighly dramatically, Jungkook makes a cheeky comment. “Once again, I waited for you.” 

You hit his chest playfully. In pure disbelief, you groan at him. “What? Y-you knew and still made me do the whole speech—”

"I didn’t know!” You ignore his claim. “Although, I wouldn't have had any issue fucking the feelings out of you—"

"Are you insane?" you fume. "I was literally sick to my stomach trying to get this confession thing done right!"

“I was excited!” He teases, and nudges you. You remain annoyed at him. Jungkook can’t help but find it cute. “Awh, ___! Come on. It’s not every day that a guy gets to see his girl in his jersey, holding a towel for him on the sidelines! Also… I just really wanted to see what all your fuss was about. I promise, I didn’t know.”

It’s too late. 

Just as you stand up and storm away from the embrassment, Jungkook catches up to you. Out on the field, the rain continues to pour on you two. Drying him off was useless if you were going to be this dramatic. 

As he catches your wrist, you shove him away and cross your arms. 

“I feel stupid,” you sigh. “Y-you knew how I felt about you. I was worried and anxious the entire time and y-you knew!” 

Jungkook shuts his eyes and can’t believe how feisty you are. It’s entertaining and frustrating at the same time. God, you were so complex… But at the same time, he knows you’re just afraid. This is you finding an out. This is also you trying to stay. 

He takes your hand. 

You don’t shake him off say anything. 

You let him take it. 

He holds it like it’s all he has ever wanted to do (it is all he has ever wanted to do).

“I didn’t know everything! Hey, the fuss was cute,” he ensures you. “Do it again.”

“No!” you cry, feeling your clothes start to stick to your skin. It’s pouring now and you instantly regret being dramatic.

Except, Jungkook looks so perfect. His hair is wet and his shirt is soaked so you can see the way his muscles curve. He’s so handsome that you have to gather all your strength as a woman to keep yourself from jumping on him.

“This shit is so hard!” you complain through the rain. “How did you do this? You confessed like every time we fucked—”

“Yah!” Jungkook warns, feeling a little embarrassed. Maybe he should be the one to storm away now…  “Be nice to me or else I’m about to reject you.”

You roll your eyes at him. Grabbing him by the collar, you tug him to your eye level. Happily, he complies. 

“Do it then,” you call his bluff. “Reject me right now.”

Jungkook looks into your eyes, loving the way you look at him. He blinks at you slowly and bites his inner cheek. For a moment, he’s silent. You’d think he’s contemplating or something… But he’s not. He’s been sure about you since your first laugh, remember?

“Kinda cruel considering you’re all I’ve been waiting for,” Jungkook confesses, as he dips his head low and kisses you. 

As he kisses you, you squeeze his hand. Holding his hand tighter, he smiles into the kiss. The rain continues to pour, making everything feel unreal. As he pulls away, he looks at you the way he always has… This time, you get what Yuna was talking about.

The warmth in his gaze.

The love in it.

The you in it.

After what felt like endless heartache with other boys—this felt healing. 

This was yours. 

Him. 

And that’s when your heart tells you something you never knew… 

You waited well too. 

You two escape the rain and make it to your place.

In your bedroom, you quickly get undressed and sit in front of your mirror to dry your hair. Jungkook comes out of the washroom all clean. Passing by you, he plants a kiss on the top of your head. You watch from the mirror as he reaches inside your closet for one of his shirts. 

Your high from the moment at the field suddenly dies. Suddenly, you realize the confession wasn’t enough to move forward. For fucks sake, he has his clothes in your closet.

“Jungkook?” you ask cutely.

“Mhmm?” he responds as he dresses himself.

You almost choke on your words. “What are we?” 

He grins, coming back to you and swaying you side to side. Without batting an eye, he answers: “friends, of course!”

Instantly, you push him away. Your shoulders slump as you glare at him. He laughs his ass off, loving the way you reacted. When he calms down, he kneels in front of you and apologizes. 

“Okay, bestie,” you play along as he gets up. “Should we eat perilla leaves to celebrate?” 

Jungkook’s mouth drops. His eye practically twitches at the mention of perilla leaves.

Throwing his hands up dramatically, he cries, “Oh god... My girlfriend is so mean to me… She’s so hot, holy shit.”

Girlfriend.

That sounds about right.

He’s so big. 

Sometimes, you forget that.

It slips your mind because Jungkook has always been a giver. You never really had to worry about it being uncomfortable. He makes sure you cum first and always puts his needs above yours—tonight was a prime example of just that. 

As he towers over you, he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips. Each kiss is so soft and intimate, your pussy clenches at his very touch. It doesn’t help when he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing and stretching it out to stimulate you even more. As you moan into his ear, he feels shivers go down his back. 

You gasp as he bites your skin, enticing you to want him even more. 

“Jungkook,” you breathe, “put it in, please.”

“Mhmm,” he moves the hair strands on your face and kisses you. “Be good for me, okay? Be patient. Gonna fuck you good so I need you to be on your best behaviour.”

“B-best behaviour,” you repeat rather lewdly. “Okay… W-whatever you want, love. You have it. You have me.”

Love.

God, you and your fucking words.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip, trying his best to take his time. Truth be told, he wants to fuck you silly right now. He wants you so bad that your legs won’t work and he’ll have to tend to your soreness. He wants to fuck you so good that you scream his name and lose yourself in him… But he’ll take his time tonight. 

He wants to show you so much. He wants to show you how good he can make you feel. How you won’t ever regret your decision of being with him. He wants to show you what kind of man you chose and what kind of man you get to have.

A good man.

A man that has wanted you for so long that now that he has you—oh was he ready to drag it out.

Jungkook gently places his dick in between your folds. It’s hard and thick. You can feel it against your wet pussy and want nothing more than for him to put it in. Instead, Jungkook lifts himself and sits in between your legs. There, he holds the base of his cock and slaps it against your pussy. He rubs his cock up and down your folds. Then, he splits them open with his fingers and spits on it. He then spreads his spit with his cock. You feel so lucky when he pokes it inside once in a while. Like a tease, he takes it out so quickly that you begin to feel frustrated. 

“P-put it in, please…”

Jungkook smirks. 

“Put what in?”

You glare at him.

“Your hard, thick, stupid cock. Put it in my wet, needy, desperate pussy right now… Please?”

Jungkook lets out a sexy chuckle. “Not yet,” he tells you, as he fully stops. He then moves over and helps you sit up. Leaning against your headboard, he spreads your legs. Just when you think you can predict his next move, he reaches over to your nightstand and grabs his phone. Unlocking it, he passes it to you.

“Film me.”

You nod, following his orders.

Tapping record, you angle the camera to your pussy. You watch through the phone screen as Jungkook positions his face in between your legs. Gulping, you throw your head back as he makes his first lick. 

Jungkook holds onto your thighs, helping you keep your legs open. He digs himself into your pussy, devouring every inch of it. To deepen himself, he digs his nose in and curls his tongue as he licks you. When he pulls away for air, he sucks on your clit making sure to keep you on your toes. 

“Oohhh,” you sob. “S-so good. J-Jungkook—“

“Mhmm,” he murmurs onto your skin. “Tastes so good.”

“A-aghhh! Oh my god!”

The thing is… Jungkook has eaten you out before.

But this was different.

It was slow and sensual. The way he licks you and eats you out just feels so surreal. Your toes curl, your stomach winces, and your pussy tightens as you’re about to climax—

Jungkook pulls away. 

He has a devilish look on his face. You stop the recording and toss his phone aside. Suddenly, he takes hold of your ankles and tugs you down. On your back, you open your arms and welcome him in again. Gladly, he buries himself in your breasts and moans at your softness. 

“That was—“

“Everything my girl deserves,” he tells you sweetly. “My girl…”

“Your girl,” you pull him in for a kiss. “All yours..”

Jungkook moans, unable to stop himself. He lifts his hips, making space for him to quickly pump his cock before guiding it inside you.

… And oh my god.

He feels so good.

Him inside you is so fulfilling and healing. 

“You okay?”

You nod, mesmorized by the man he is.

“More than.”

With that, Jungkook kisses you and begins to fuck you. He thrusts in and out, making you feel his entire length with each stroke. Your body takes him in as if it’s welcoming him home. As he feeds you your craving, he picks up the pace. You wrap your legs around him, moaning from how good it feels as he buries himself in you. 

“F-fuck,” Jungkook hisses. “Love this. Feels so good.”

“Mhmm,” you whimper. “J-just like that!”

Jungkook continues to fuck you, drilling himself deeper and deeper. Soon, you’re chanting his name and his ego begins to boom.

Jungkook fucks you like he loves you… And you know it. You can feel it. To express so, you claw his back. Digging your nails deeper and deeper, holding him close.

“N-nghhh! I’m gonna cum—”

“Cum for me, pretty girl. You behaved so well,” he praises. “Proud of you.”

Your heart flutters. 

Then, your pussy clenches as you release. He feels it. Jungkook groans, accepting that this round will be over soon. There will be plenty more, for sure. As he pumps inside you lazily, cautious of being sensitive to your climax but also because he’s hitting his. 

Then, he creams your pussy. It oozes out, but he pumps himself a few more times to stuff you.

As he spills himself onto you, he lets out heavy breaths and collapses on top of you. You let him catch his breath there as you tangle your fingers in his hair. 

“I love you,” you confess. 

“Good… I was hoping you would.” Jungkook lets out a tired laugh. “I love you too, ___. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re everything I’ve ever loved.”

You hold him tighter.

“I love you more.”

Jungkook bursts into laughter. “Love, we are not going to play that game.”

Tilting your head at him. “Why not? It’s true.”

“You think you love me more than I love you?”

“Mhmm.”

“Prove it.”

With that, Jungkook laughs as you shift position. Leaving him on his back, you climb on top and straddle him. As you lift yourself to guide his dick inside, he lets out a whiney moan. You are so sexy. You are quite literally his favourite part of living.

“I’ll prove it,” you accept the challenge. “Will you last though?”

Jungkook’s lips slight part, amazed and shocked at your initiative. In response, he relaxes and gestures at your body. There’s a tightness that overcomes his entire body. It’s mixed with excitement and relief. For the nth time, he gives in.

Jungkook folds.

Happily, he gives himself to you.

“With you? Forever.”

Forever.

After 3 rounds, you two call it a night. As you drift to sleep, Jungkook holds you. Before this, you two talked as much as you could and even began to make plans. There is an indescribable comfort in being with each other.

Upcoming dates.

Better ways to communicate.

Everything and anything in between—you two want it all.

As the rain pours, Jungkook finally shuts his eyes. He pulls you closer, kissing you for the final time tonight. There would be tomorrow to kiss you anyway.

Tomorrow and the day after that… And the day after that. And the days that follow—he’d do just that.

He can’t wait to kiss you forever.

To hold your hand forever.

To love you forever.

For the first time in a while, Jungkook finds rest. His heart stays still and feels loved. Besides, this is what he has wanted to be all along—

Close to you.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

✨️ poc artists recommendations ✨️

Kendrick Lamar

Mitski

Babymetal

On a serious note i will never understand your anons. Like. EVEN setting aside actual music bloggers of color - RateYourMusic exists. Pitchfork exists. Can anyone here me. Hello. I think i need to take my mood stabilizers rn

god first off that list is so funny, you did it you listed every artist of color! nobody needs anything but that!

but in all seriousness it's like. okay. here's my Thots on this as a White Woman(TM). I think that for a lot of people (especially white people) who don't really engage with a lot of art by people of color (especially Black artists, we for real get so weird about Black people) but are aware of and uncomfortable with that gap there's like. there's like a lot of self-imposed pressure to find something by a POC and Really Like It as fast as possible so that they can validate to themselves and any imagined onlookers that they're Not Racist.

this is, obviously, a flagrant misunderstanding of what racism is and how it functions and frequently veers into tokenization Really Fast, not to mention it just needlessly complicates the process of diversifying a media diet because it makes people really scared of engaging with something that they might not like. because if you're trying to listen to, say, A Black Musician for the first time ever to demonstrate that you're not racist, but you picked somebody who's not really to your taste, then suddenly there's a sense that this reflects poorly on you. if all you've ever loved is, like, country/folky music and you try listening to Kendrick because he's somehow the only artist of color you know then yeah, you're probably going to have a bad time, because you should have been checking out Brittney Spencer and Joy Oladokun and Amythyst Kiah and Allison Russell and Kaia Kater, just to name a few. the problem isn't that you hate All Music By Black People Because You're Racist, it's that you listened to one(1) guy and you weren't into him so you got scared and gave up instead of hunting around for something you'd actually like.

which is why you get clowns like me getting anointed god's most special little white boy because I like rap and being treated like an authority on all music genres who can somehow direct all of my people to an artist that I magically know for sure they'll enjoy because they don't want to take the time to just do a google search and listen to some shit and see what sticks like they would with white artists.

[4th-make-quail]

wrote 461 words!! :DDD

polling the masses tho: do we think the final romance scene was Emmrich and Rook's first time actually fucking or nah? i can't decide!!

i ask cos i was boutta write them fucking after a mission killing demons but now i'm like 🤔🤔🤔 i kinda like the idea of it being their first time, but i ALSO like the idea of them fucking like rabbits during the whole game after they get together!!!

MUCH TO THINK ABOUT!!!!

hrrrr i really wanna write more caul/emmrich but i don't know what to write!!!! i keep pingponging between loads of stuff, like... i wanna write more UST but i also wanna write their first time and i also wanna write their meeting again after the Fade Incident, and then also The Argument and then also the gunkink thing i was rambling about the other day and i just can't decide!!!!

part of me is stuck cos i feel like i gotta write it chronologically i guess??? MUCH TO THINK ABOUT

[nanamineedstherapy]

Controversial Opinion: The Anti-Sugar Baby Manifesto

Okay, so... does anyone else not want to be Nanami’s sugar baby, Gojo’s dependent, Sukuna’s servant, or insert your favorite emotionally unavailable man’s sidekick?

I’ve read (and loved!) plenty of fics where the reader is in one of these roles. And honestly, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying them—power to you if that’s your vibe! But if we’re talking canon or even slightly realistic scenarios… yeah, I just can’t.

Before you start throwing tomatoes 🍅, hear me out. I promise this isn’t a hate post—just my thots.

Alright, buckle up because I’m about to destroy your sugar baby and servant fantasies with my unsolicited, unhinged takes.

Nanami Kento:

You wanna be Ken Doll’s sugar baby? Cute, but be serious. This man is one passive-aggressive comment away from throwing himself into traffic because he hates capitalism that much. He chose exorcisms and certain death over Excel sheets. Excel sheets, babe. If you think he’s gonna work overtime to buy you Versace, you’re delusional.

If I were with him, I’d work harder at my job (I hate corporate too, but not more than I love Nanami) and funnel my salary straight to him. He’d handle it responsibly because I’d just blow it on expensive pens, another PC, and iced tea. But also? I’d keep an emergency fund. Trust no one. Not even your man.

Let’s not forget the workplace romance trope. This man is the epitome of professionalism. He’d never date his coworker, let alone his secretary. Not because you’re not amazing, but because the power imbalance would haunt him. Like, he’d wake up in a cold sweat thinking about HR policies. And I respect that about him bcs same.

Also, please don’t get involved with someone who promises love and then runs to HR if his job’s on the line. (Not Nanami but in general advice.)

The stats don’t lie, and I’m not about to become the next cautionary tale in a LinkedIn post.

Gojo Satoru:

You wanna date Gojo? Cute. Except he wouldn’t date you, let alone spoil you. He wouldn’t date anyone. He’s emotionally constipated, a walking trauma fest, hyperfocused on being the strongest sorcerer alive™️, and allergic to vulnerability.

Most fics turn him into this suave flirt, but let’s be real—canon Gojo struggles with human interaction beyond being a troll. He’s a nerdy dork, so his game is shit even if he wanted to date you.

Y’all write him as this rich sugar daddy, but in reality? He’d spend your entire relationship trolling you, gaslighting you into thinking he’s a “normal guy,” and then disappearing for weeks because he’s busy babysitting teenagers and battling his inner demons.

Also, sugar babies love his money, but be honest—you don’t even like him; you like his black card. Gojo deserves better than being your walking ATM, and you deserve better than a man who’d eat your last snack just because he can.

Gifts are cute, but if he’s doing all the work while I’m chilling? That’s just freeloading.

I'm yet to come across a fic where he takes the time to realize he even wants a relationship, instead of being a pre-established fuckboy who suddenly changes because he found the 'right person.' Let’s be real, that’s not how it works. We shouldn’t glorify men for changing after finding the right person or excuse their past behavior, including any STDs they may have/had.

(Note to self: In future fics, explore his struggle to admit he wants a relationship and the challenges he faces in figuring out how to be in one.)

Haibara Yu:

So, you’re thinking about dating Haibara? Buckle up, ‘cause you’re signing up for a rollercoaster ride where the tracks are constantly under construction. Haibara’s got the energy of someone who just found out about sarcasm, but also the emotional depth of a puddle.

This guy’s all fun and games until you realize he’s like a cat that wants attention, but only on his terms. He’ll say the most unbothered things with that sunshine stare of his, but don’t be fooled. That’s his way of hiding his entire emotional baggage.

One minute, he’s sarcastic and aloof, and the next, he’s unexpectedly clingy, wanting to know if you still like him (even though he’d never admit it). You’ll spend half your time wondering if he actually likes you or if he’s just in a perpetual state of "I’m too cool for this."

Does he care? Absolutly. Expect texts like "I'm fine" followed by a cryptic emoji and zero context.

Dates? Don’t hold your breath. He's too busy trying to be taken seriously.

He’s not a millionaire either. Don’t expect a big grand gesture. His idea of spoiling you? Buying you a drink from the convenience store, giving you stale candy and maybe, just maybe, sending you a playlist of sad songs that “remind him of you.” Yeah, romantic, I know.

He’s not gonna spoil you with gifts, but he’ll share his last pack of gum like it’s the greatest act of love ever. Don’t expect consistency, just an occasional burst of affection sandwiched between long silences and sarcastic banter.

Would he be loyal? Absolutely. Would he constantly second-guess himself and need reassurance that you're not going to leave him because he doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings? Definitely.

Prepare to give him more emotional support than you ever signed up for. Would he adore you? Yes, but he’ll probably think it’s too much work to actually show it. But hey, if you’re into emotional chaos and not knowing where you stand, Haibara’s your guy.

You probably only like him because you know nothing about him.

Ryomen Sukuna:

The “servant/concubine” trope is insane. INSANE. You think Sukuna, the literal King of Curses, is gonna treat you like anything more than a chew toy? The power imbalance isn’t sexy—it’s electric chair. You’d either die mid-hookup (his hands alone could snap you in half) or be tossed into a volcano because you sneezed too loudly.

Be fr—he’d accidentally (or on purpose) kill anyone he sleeps with. The man’s a giant sadist, naturally rough, and has zero chill.

Romance? Nonexistent. Sukuna’s idea of flirting is probably something like, “You’re less annoying than most humans. Barely.” That’s not romantic; that’s verbal abuse with extra steps.

Toji Fushiguro:

This one hurts because Toji’s hot but this man has no money. None. Zero. If you want to date him, you better be ready to cover rent, groceries, and his “post-mission beer fund" because his entire paycheck goes toward sharpening his sword, buying protein powder, and gambling.

Let’s not forget he has a dead wife, and he went off the deep end after her death. Even if you could somehow 'fix' him like the unlicensed therapist you are because you have nothing better to do, he’s a vengeful widower who would leave you randomly for missions—and might not return because he’s driven by the insecurity of proving the Zenins wrong, which would get him killed.

Plus, he’d bring up his dead wife in every argument, saying things like, “She wasn’t this nagging; she didn’t do this or that.” People tend to glorify the dead, and he’d be the prime example of that. How could you compete with the memories of someone his mind has declared perfect?

He’s everyone's wet dream, sure, but do you really wanna date a guy who’d ghost you and leave you with his kid?

And don’t even get me started on his love language. It’s probably, “I killed a guy for you.” That’s cute until the cops show up at your door asking questions.

He might toss you a bone (not like that, calm down), but the idea of me paying for someone who might not even text me back? Pass.

Kamo Choso:

Sweetest man alive. Too pure for this world. But dating him would be like adopting a sad, traumatized puppy who cries every time you leave the room. You’d spend your entire relationship comforting him and Googling “how to help my boyfriend stop mourning his 17 dead brothers.”

He’s too busy laser-focusing on Yuji and going through an identity crisis to even think about being in a relationship. I’d want to protect him, not date him.

Also, his skincare routine is probably better than yours, which is cute until you realize you’ll never be the pretty one in the relationship.

Geto Suguru:

Ah, Babygurl Suguwu. Love him to death (pun intended), but dating him sounds like lifelong therapy.

Do you really wanna date a guy who’s juggling a cult, unresolved trauma, and genocidal tendencies?

His love language is probably “eliminating humanity,” and unless you’re down to join his pyramid scheme of sorcerer supremacy, this is not gonna work.

Also, you will forever be second place to the Gojo-fucking-Satoru.

Be serious. You will never win that chase. He'll leave you mid-sex to go see his 'one & only' babe.

Kashimo Hajime:

Kashimo would date you for the sole purpose of fighting you. He doesn’t want love; he wants violence—he’s looking for someone who can throw hands.

Imagine coming home after a 10-hour shift at work, exhausted, and this man’s standing in your living room like, “I’ve been waiting to test my new technique on you.” No, sir, I want a nap.

And don’t think you can just say no. He’d follow you to the grocery store, the dentist, your grandma’s funeral, like, “We fight now!”

Hiromi Higuruma:

Now, this man’s tempting. Responsible, classy, knows how to argue (a lawyer, duh), but... he’s also on the verge of a midlife crisis.

Do you really wanna date someone who’s one bad day away from snapping? You’d spend most of your time convincing him he’s not a terrible person, and honestly, I don’t have the emotional bandwidth for that. Therapy is expensive, and I already have PTSD from my ex.

Also, he’d probably start arguments just to win them. You think you’re ready for that kind of intellectual warfare 24*7?

Shiu Kong:

Do you like mafia drama? Because that’s what you’re signing up for. Mafia life isn’t sexy—it’s stressful.

You’d be dodging bullets, interrogating his “coworkers” about his whereabouts, and wondering if he’s about to betray you for a promotion.

Also, he's an asshole who's going to disappear after he's done with you; go see the scene before Toji died. Hard pass.

Kusakabe Atsuya:

This man is the king of doing the bare minimum. His love language is probably “napping,” and while that’s cute in theory, it’s less cute when he cancels date night because he “forgot” he had to sleep.

Honestly, he’d be a great friend, but as a partner? You’d be babysitting him.

Takuma Ino:

You wanna date Ino? Adorable. But let’s be real, you’re signing up for 24/7 unpaid emotional labor. Ino’s a golden retriever boy who desperately wants validation, and you’d basically be his therapist, hype woman, and emotional punching bag all rolled into one.

He’d shower you with attention (cute, right?) until you realize he’s also incredibly insecure and needs constant reassurance that he’s “doing a good job.” You’d be his number one fan and his HR department.

He’s not rich either. Like, at all. His idea of spoiling you would be buying you snacks from the konbini and taking you to the movies with coupons. Don’t expect luxury here—expect a man who puts in effort but forgets anniversaries because he was too busy stressing about being a sorcerer who no one takes seriously.

Would he adore you? Yes. Would you want to be adored by someone who still Googles “how to ask her out” while you’re already dating? I’ll let you decide.

Final Thots-

At the end of the day, I’d rather have my own independence than rely on someone else to “take care of me.”

I want a partner—not a sugar daddy, not a servant-master dynamic, not a walking red flag, and definitely not a paycheck.

I'd rather have a househusband who's retired and relaxed than an overworked sugar daddy—or worse, a dead one. Is that too much to ask?

Anyway, this is just my opinion!

If you love those tropes—go off; that’s totally valid. I’m not yucking anyone’s yum. We all have our preferences, and that’s what makes fandom fun.

No hate, just vibes.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. I’ll see myself out. 👋

If you still wanna fight, my comments are open, although I will reply like the guy you are fighting for.

[another-lost-mc]

Got any thots/ideas in wing kink for Luci, Simeon, or anyone with wings?

a/n: there's a few different types of wings among the cast, but I think they're all unique and worth talking about!

wing headcanons

featuring: lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, beelzebub, diavolo, simeon, raphael, michael (and any oc with wings)

0.7k words | nsfw | suggestive

cw: wing kink implied. sexual situations and predator/prey kink mentioned. the predator/prey kink section is after the divider if you prefer not to read that part.

One of the first signs of trust is the casual affection he shows you when his wings are revealed. He might not always reach for your hand in public, especially if he's a bit more reserved by nature. However, what you do feel is the soft sensation of his wing brushing against your side when you walk beside him. He doesn't even mean to do it at first. It's like his wing naturally extends itself to curl around your back or glide against your arm. It's an unconscious gesture motivated by his feelings for you.

He might ask you to help with his wing care next. If he has wings made of feathers, he sits patiently while you preen them. You're especially careful when you straighten the feathers that look stuck out of place. Your hands are coated with a special oil that keeps his wings soft and protected from harsh wind and cool rain. It's a ritual for both of you now, one that often leads to grateful kisses and quickly descends into passionate lovemaking. Preening his wings was something he didn't enjoy doing by himself, or he reluctantly asked others to help him. Now that he has you, he craves the intimacy of it.

Leathery wings don't require the same level of care, but your lover is still grateful when you try to make him feel pampered and cared for. Sometimes stroking the edge of his wings feels ticklish. Sometimes it sends little bolts of desire shooting through his body straight to his cock. You never know whether he's going to laugh and squirm away from your hands, or if he's going to spin around and pin you underneath him.

Beelzebub's wings are thin and extremely sensitive, and he doesn't like it when they're touched. You are a rare exception. He trusts that you won't hurt the delicate wings that sit against his back. It feels nice when you gently run your fingers along the very edges. He rewards your gentleness and understanding with hungry kisses and greedy hands that rid you of all your annoying clothes.

As the crown prince, Diavolo's wings are particularly impressive and adorned with precious gold ornaments. He secretly likes it when you tease him about keeping the gilded gold pieces clean while you polish them to a glimmering shine. For special occasions, he'll even change them to a different metal that suits your preferences better—he wants to look his best for you. Don't be surprised when he offers you gifts of jewelry made with the same precious metals and jewels that match his own. He would love to see you wear them—and only them—the next time he invites you to spend the night.

Most of the time, fucking someone in his true form can be clumsy or awkward. He doesn't just let anyone touch their wings so intimately either. When you're intimate, he might purposefully reveal his wings. His wings wrap around your body and draw you close while he shields you from the world, protecting you when you're naked and vulnerable. (It also hides you from unworthy eyes that don't deserve to see you that way.) Sometimes his wings randomly appear in the height of passion, unfurling at his back when pleasure drives away all thought and reason except the singular desire to touch you. When his mind isn't clouded with lust, he looks a bit bashful that he lost control like that to begin with—it only happens when he's with you.

Another possibility is a little bit of predator/prey roleplay. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be hunted? Your winged lover is more than happy to indulge in this kink should you ask. The forests of the Devildom (or the human world) are perfect for this. He leads you there and urges you towards the tree line in front of you. He'll even give you a head start.

(You're going to need it.)

It begins when you finally run into the darkened woods with only glimpses of moonlight to illuminate your path. The smallest sounds are impossibly loud, echoing off the trees around you: a snapping twig, the crunch of fallen leaves under your feet, your own ragged, panted breaths. Sometimes you see movement from the corner of your eye and when you turn around, there's nothing there. What you do notice is the tree branch high above you shaking slightly, as if someone was just there and then launched himself back into the sky.

(He's toying with you.)

Adrenaline gives you one last burst of energy that propels your feet forward, and you keep running despite the burning in your lungs. The blood in your veins is laced with lust and fear in equal measure. It's not long before you finally hear it: the sound of wings slicing through the air and growing louder as he draws near. Do you hear the soft swish of feathers? The taut snap of leathery wings billowing against the wind? Or perhaps it's the bzzzt of wings fluttering rapidly at his back that quickens your pulse? Suddenly, his familiar silhouette looms above you and blocks the moon from view. You're pinned against his chest before you realize what's happening, and his arms (and sometimes wings) curl around your body. Greedy hands start to pull at your clothes as he crushes his lips against yours. The game is over, and you're finally his to claim.

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[sordidmusings]

WIP TUESDAY - Sugar Daddy Headcanons with Shanks and Garp

Saw Schoute's wonderful art WIP and writing and wanted to join the fun! Have some ridiculous Blorbos as Sugar Daddies headcanons that have been on my backburner LOL I've got Shanks and Garp ready for y'all 🫡 They're pretty much done, I moreso have to fill out everyone else on the list 🤡 No warnings really! Just some allusions to spice but nothing explicit. Lots of silliness. I believe they're gender neutral but I'm going to tag as afab just in case because I fear it may be in the subtext since that's the perspective I wrote it from and the one people generally expect for sugar babies. Might be fun to subvert sometime by writing them with explicitly amab sugar babies. I will Ponder lol I'd also love to see what everyone is working on so please take this as a sign to post something of your own!!

The song I blame for everything (I love u Thot Squad):

“This fine old man, he played three

He can knickknack this coochie

With an Amex black card, get a girl a Benz

Reset and do it again”

Word Count: Shanks ~750, Garp ~400 (sorry about the favoritism Vice Admiral 😬)

Shanks

shanks absolutely pursued this type of relationship with you

Your pretty face and open smile snagged his attention but the way you easily met and fed his energy had him at you like a dog with a bone

He’s no stranger to helping people laugh their way into his bed, but the journey with you felt different. He took extra time simply because each moment with you was too good to keep from savoring

You didn’t hide your attraction at any point but he did appreciate that you would try and prod back at him in good humor to test his will and want

You found he had both in excessive abundance

It felt nice to have someone so attractive, established, feared, and adored seek your company and watch him become more interested with each minute he got of you. It also felt nice to see that while he certainly had an abundance of confidence he held no arrogance with you - he played no games in making you question his interest or to assert his importance to you. He treated you as a person (one he mainly wanted to turn to his bedroom tenant but still-) and it made him feel more like a man than a myth for you both too

And holy hell did you like that man - he made you laugh even if at his own expense, he impressed you when he’d let some of his cunning slip through the jovial pirate shtick, he kept your interest with how he could entertain any topic you brought forward, he made you feel beautiful with the way his eyes and hands soaked you in, and he made you feel wanted with the way he treated everything about you with genuine interest. 

The only thing that made it better is how he made sure you wanted for nothing. The first night it was making sure you didn’t pay a cent for anything, you always had food and drink right before you realized you wanted it, his coat found your shoulders the moment you felt a chill, you found yourself in fresh air right when the heat and the noise of the bar became too much. 

After that it was an endless stream of trinkets, from priceless to silly but sentimental, all coming with letters that had you laughing, blushing, and swooning.

Every time he’d visit you (and it was at first as often as he thought he could manage but that managed to get even sooner and sooner because of his need for you) you’d indulge in each other like it was the first and last time

He stopped wanting anyone else - there were enough people across the seas he had to apologize to after explaining why he’d gasped the wrong name and they were never right to scratch the new insatiable itch he had anyway

When it dawned on him how much you had him wrapped around your finger, not just physically and financially but also mentally, emotionally, and he’s pretty sure even spiritually, he may have had a crisis (the crew was very torn between amusement and true wory watching it unfold, especially when the usual rum and patented Beckman Shoulder Pat with Nod didn't ease his turmoil)

It wasn't because he didn’t want to love you, but he truly never thought he’d ever find someone he wanted and needed the way he does you. It was such a foreign concept to him that he felt like the world had tilted and left everything slightly unfamiliar. Especially coming from a relationship he stapled together with riches. Sure, there was also joy, camaraderie, and intimacy holding it together, but he found it harder to trust that someone such as you wouldn't find someone younger and more present to belong to than to trust that you could need him to sustain a lifestyle of ease and abundance.

If he couldn't be sure you'd want him, he'd try and find solace in you needing him, even if it was only for what he could afford you

When he finally told Beckman of his plight, he was slightly offended by the “it took you this long to figure it out?”

He’s currently trying to figure out how to convince you to live on his ship with him. He needed to let you know you’d be safe regardless of your experience level with the seas or battle. 

He’d bring the world to its knees if anything touched a hair on your head

Luckily for him, you knew. Anyone with eyes would from the way he smiles at you.

Garp

Garp was decidedly not in your plans. Yes, you wanted someone older, someone with wealth, someone with influence, someone who would take care of you, but you thought Gilfs were an urban legend told to see what face it would get out of freshies

You’re not complaining tho

He has certainly convinced you that the rarity of his kind just pointed to what a prized role it was to shack up with one

He was rough around the edges to be sure - brash and loud and stubborn - but he used all those traits to get you both exactly what you wanted

All your needs were met without you having to even think of them anymore (you were surprised that needs in the bedroom were included in that, but you supposed you shouldn’t have underestimated a man who could still punch apart battle ships, nor one with such a lust for eating)

Neither of you had any illusions of sweeping romance

You were more than happy with the care and respect that built between the two of you in your roles, growing with each act of service to each other, each piece of comfort, each unintended moment of vulnerability

Don’t get me wrong, the vulnerability ain’t common; most of your time is this man having fun watching you light up when he took you out and tossed his money around for you before taking you home to have multiple courses of dessert

You’ll never get over his gruff voice and curling accent - they helped your brain turn to mush while he coaxed and praised you through happily giving him everything he wants as a thank you for all his care

That voice along with all that burliness and age, which you thought would’ve been a turn off not on, ended up making you feel small yet so protected

Garp didn’t think he’d enter a relationship like this that went on so long and so easily but any reservation or second guessing was lost the moment he saw you and everything just felt natural

Tho he’d still make jokes that always make you groan about how you keep him young better than his troublesome recruits (that he is stuck between wanting to parade you around to see their jaws drop and wanting to keep you hidden away from any young bucks who may try to get your attention before he’s ready to let you go)

Thank you for reading 😘🤍🤍

Masterlist

[sluttywonwoo]

do you have any thots lately? nothing big, just a little prompt if that’s all you can muster 😊 kaili always has the best brain rot

seok in nana has had me 😵‍💫 for weeks atp so ahem…

“i need you right fucking now.”

seokmin’s eyes widen and he gulps before looking around frantically to see if anyone could have overheard you— luckily, all of his friends are still in the pool, playing some game with a beach ball, completely oblivious to the conversation he’s having with his girlfriend.

he looks back to you, eyebrows raised. “what, now?”

“yes, right now,” you whine, taking his hand and putting it between your legs so that he can feel you over your swimsuit.

seokmin hisses and yanks his hand back as if it’s been burned. “baby, there are people around!”

“they’re not paying attention,” you assure him. “let’s go inside real quick, they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

“yes they will,” he sighs.

“you wanna do it right here then?”

“why are you torturing me?” he whines as he watches you toy with the ties of your bikini, tempting him even further.

“because you’ve been torturing me!”

“what?! i haven’t even done anything!”

you make a face and cross your arms over your chest. “you’re kidding, right? your arms are out, your thighs are out— and you’ve been wearing that stupid backwards baseball cap all day!”

“that’s what’s got you so horny? me just… wearing clothes?”

“like you don’t get horny for the same reasons,” you scoff and he knows you have a point. “please, baby, i’m aching for it.”

seokmin sighs again, this time because he knows you’ve got him. you had been really wet when he felt you over your swimsuit and now he was rock fucking hard as a result. “fine, but we have to be quick.”

“you’re the best boyfriend ever!” you gush, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the house. “i love you so much. we’ll be so fast, i promise.”

it’s a promise he knows you can’t keep. but he can’t bring himself to mind because he knows once he starts, he won’t want to stop either.

[mythicmanuscripts]

I had a thot about our brunette king, Jace.

So, super sensitive after cumming, right? And you mentioned before that Jace had a pretty negative outlook on masturbating due to the hypersensitivity and bad feels after orgasming even if it felt good leading up to it. May I introduce: EDGING. Maybe before meeting his wifey or before the marriage, he tries masturbating without cumming. It feels good, he likes the build up, it's just how he feels after that sucks. So he tries to delay the inevitable. For as long as he can. This leads to a mind numbing orgasm after denying himself a couple times. Sometimes he won't even bother trying to cum, letting himself soften after not touching himself for a bit.

Now, he has his super lovely wife that holds him and wipes away his tears after he orgasms. He's laying in your arms one night, head resting on your chest as he listens to the beat of your heart, when he mentions his "past habit" to you, asking if you could try it together.

Subby Jace shenanigans ensue.

Anon I love you. I would die for you. I somehow never considered this aspect of the edging before and you are so so so right. I can’t believe how many talented followers I have!!

(Also I love how many people we have in the cult of sensitive!jace). Anyway, NSFW sub!jace below the cut!!

My immediate thought here was that Jace wouldn’t even know what he was doing at first? He just knew that touching himself felt good but after the orgasm felt bad, so he’d stop before the orgasm and then start again. It definitely did feel so much better, and he got really good with it.

Of course the main problem with this is that when he did eventually come, it would be absolutely soul shattering and leave him crying and whining out loud in an empty room, just holding a pillow and crying. He absolutely hates how it felt afterwards, always.

And he couldn’t always just not come, not only because he was a young man at the time but also because after being edged for so long, sometimes even the smallest bit of overstimulation can push him over the edge and then he has absolutely no control over it.

So edging really was like playing with fire for him, but he did it anyway because he was just too horny to do absolutely nothing.

This is something that Jace doesn’t tell you at first. He tells you about how bad he felt after cumming when masturbating, but he didn’t mention the edging. He just wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit that yet.

But in the end he decides to tell you, because you’ve been so so good to him. He never thought he’d be able to actually enjoy an orgasm without worrying about how sad and sensitive he would be afterwards, but now? Now there’s hardly any bad emotions at all. He does feel a little unsettled at first usually, but that’s so much better than before and he can handle that because you’re right there.

You always pull him into your arms and let him cuddle you and listen to your voice and feel you stroking his hair and kissing his head.

Maybe he comes clean during a random nightly conversation? Mild side note here but I think Jace would be a big fan of always having a little chat before bed. It doesn’t have to be about the day’s events if you don’t want it to be, anything will do. The goal is just to have a nice little reconnect before going to bed and it is genuinely jace’s favourite part of the day.

That night, you had sex with him and then he was pulled into your chest for cuddles and praise. He’s laying like that when he recovers and then the little chat starts.

Somehow you get onto the topic of first sexual experiences and poor Jace blushes a deep red as he admits he hadn’t been with anyone before you because he was much too water they people would make fun of him for how sensitive he can be.

Jace never thought he’d ever tell anyone about this, but he knows he can tell you.

It takes him a couple tries to get the words out and when he does, you immediately give him a little squeeze and a forehead kiss and promise him that you love him very much.

When you do try it, Jace absolutely loves it. You drive him insane with your teasing but it’s everything he wanted and more. Of course the resulting orgasm is also one of the biggest of his life.

For the first second after he came down, he panicked because he could feel himself distressed. But then you gently directed his chin up and gave him a soft kiss and kept your arms around him.

Make no mistake, he’s feeing a LOT of things, but he’s just so much easier when you’re there. He feels safe and loved and he knows it’ll all be okay.

And then just as a random tangent: this made me think of how Jace would love to eat you out while softly grinding on the bed? Not hard enough to make him cum, but just to feel good? He stops whenever he gets too close and then starts again. It’s truly his favourite way to do it.

[maepop]

any tucker content for the depraved soul :DDD (seriously though all in all I just?? love the way you write your characters and the way you design them!! cant wait to learn more abt ur stories because I will eat them up and they will taste like strawberry sundaes,, sundays?? idk how to spell it whoopsie toodles,,,)

omggg yessss i feel like i haven't actually properly posted her on here yet but here's tucker for anyone who doesn't know her :D (and thank you so much for the interest in my works ;w; i need to fix up my toyhouse...)

she's yoon-cheol's roommate who is the 27(?)-year-old at the club, as a duo they're my gay son and thot daughter😔 dont ask who the Davey is in her tattoo she doesn't remember how she got that!

since tucker's unemployed she takes care of yoon-cheol's pet penguin Gals while he's at work but she takes that penguin to the bar with her too many times 😭 honestly where is their sitcom spin off, everything should be about them ... i should draw her more if you like her thank you!

i had a doodle of yoon-cheol and tucker giving gals a bath but i cant find it anymore so u jst have to trust me

[bunnibombz]

do you have any more thots about omegaverse!ghostprice x reader? bcos the way you write them has me uuhhhhhh brainless

like did price REALLY need simon's help, because i could see that being a convenient excuse to lure simon into a pack--or maybe it was true AND convenient? do you see him pulling in the rest of the task force to help as well??? (VERY funny to me if this is how they form the pack. Next heat is Ghost and Price being all "oh wow she's such a wild one...and i've pulled a hammie....gosh we sure need help....Gaz...our trusted comrade...what are you doing next weekend. and then somehow all three of them are out of commission and they have to ask Soap to help)

Im so sorry I just got notified of this in my inbox 😭

I have quite a few thoughts about ghost x reader x price and the whole dynamic in their relationship but just haven't gotten it written down yet 😵‍💫

I really think John needed just a couple of hours of rest and didn't expect it to go anywhere, thought it would a last resort and you would probably reject Simon anyway. But was pleasantly surprised when it worked out. He knows Simon is alone in that house of his, doesn't get out much unless he's forced, hasn't had a relationship with anyone in a long time, hasnt heard him talk about an Omega probably ever. But he's seen the way the big alpha looks at you, how he brightens up a tiny bit and towers over you protectively, never letting anyone get too close when you visit John on base. He knew that his omega in the deep throws of her heat would be safe with him, comfortable with the familiarity of the Alphas scent and presence.

Lol, bringing Johnny and Gaz into the mix would be so funny. I don't think Price would have a problem with it, the more the merrier and his house is big enough but Simon would be the one to take a little convincing.