#god there's a limit to how much i can write

[bobskysworld]

Can you write a Jobe fic or like jobe headcanons

I miss you- Jobe Bellingham

pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: tiny bit of angst

summary: if BvB was Jobe’s dream… why was he feeling so empty?

note: 🧍🏾‍♀️confession, i’m not so invested in the Bellingham brothers, so i hope i did Jobe some justice here

“yeah yeah i’ll join you guys later” Jobe told his teammates

walking into his empty hotel room, Jobe threw his training bag on the floor and fell on the bed with a sigh, Dortmund had proceeded the the round of 16s of the Club World Cup, spirits were high and the entire team was ready to celebrate.

so why did Jobe feel so empty

he was proud of his achievements so far, happy that the team was able to get this far yet he couldn’t bring himself to celebrate.

in reality Jobe would much rather be with you, back in Sunderland you’d attend matches, congratulate him with a kiss followed by a night of relaxation and pampering curtsy of you. when you couldn’t attend, you’d still be home ready to welcome and congratulate him.

now? the only thing that embraced him were the cold starchy sheets of the hotel bed.

the ring of his phone pulled Jobe out of his thoughts, he fished in his pocket and pulled it out, your name flashing across the screen with a picture of you smiling at him that he’d taken mid tickle fight back home serving as the background

“hi handsome!” you beamed on the other side “thought you’d be celebrating with the team”

“i’d rather be celebrating with you” Jobe answered honestly

“do the dortmund players know their newbie is a simp?” you joked, your laugh quickly dying when Jobe didn’t poke fun back

“hey now” you say softly “what’s wrong?”

Jobe sighed “do you think i made the right decision?”

“in terms of?..” you ask

“signing with Dortmund” Jobe replied “it’s just…”

he sat up “this distance we have now, it’s nothing compared to what we’ll have when we get back to Germany, plus the time zones and the critiques, God the critiques, everyone thinks i’m trying to be like Jude, that i joined Dortmund to be like him, i might as well have stayed at Sutherland or better yet joined Real Madrid-

“hey hey” you softly interrupted Jobe who was now breathing heavily, eyes glistening with tears waiting to fall

“breathe” you say to him “remember when we first announced our relationship?”

“yeah” Jobe said shakily

“and i was hyper fixating on the comments, the comparisons and the criticism about why would you date someone as dull as me” you call “what did you say to me?”

“the opinions of the bastards who wouldn’t be able to repeat what they’re typing to your face shouldn’t matter…”

“they’re just cowards with internet access” you finish off “think about that when you see those trolls, they don’t know you, they don’t know Jude, how the hell would they know if you’re alike or different?”

“you’re Jobe Bellingham okay!” you yell out

“i’m Jobe Bellingham” Jobe repeated

“and the distance thing…. i wanted to keep this a secret, surprise you before the preseason training but, i applied to and got accepted to Technical University of Munich” you smiled

“wait what?” Jobe asked with wide eyes

“yup!” you squealed “just stay in Germany until i complete my degree please”

“oh my God baby” Jobe laughed “you have no idea how happy you have just made me”

“even happier than progressing to the round of the 16s?” you tease

“know your limits now” Jobe jokes back “i don’t know what i would do without you”

“i guess you will never have to find out handsome”

before Jobe could get a word in his door burst open, the loud noise of the BvB players rushing in

“Bellingham, you’re not dressed?”

“we’re leaving in 10!”

“oh my God he’s talking to the missus”

“is that your girl?”

“HELLO MRS BELLINGHAM”

“get dressed oh my God!”

Jobe simply launched a pillow at his teammates before giving you an apologetic look and hanging up. giggling at your phone you typed out a quick goodnight message and warned him not to drink too much

As chaotic as this life was, with Jobe you wouldn’t have it any different.

[redandgreyscale]

hey! i saw you were taking writing requests, so if you're still doing that i would like more ace evan and bipolar barty

(i like a mentally ill character/a-spec person ship? that's gay? this never happens! [sarcasm])

Yes! I like myself a complex dynamic and these two for sure are one so a bit more on them <3

There are a couple indicators Evan has learnt to see to anticipate a manic episode. The first one is Barty becoming more impulsive. He talks a lot more, has no filter and does exactly what he wants to do, says things that don't make a lot of sense. The second one is Barty being more horny than usual (which is a lot to say).

They have their limits, their no crossing lines perfectly marked, but he also knows Barty's brain blurs a lot when he's like this, and he has learnt it will take more denying than it normally would for him to stop kissing or touching.

So now, once he tracks Barty having an episode, he completely avoids kissing. Is it the best option? Maybe not, but it is the one he's most comfortable with.

Barty doesn't like it at all because he just wants a kiss, and they fight, they scream, and then he bolts God knows where until he or Regulus find him doing shit he definitely shouldn't do.

Evan would love to be able to give Barty what he needs, but he's not. He won't. Still, he hates how much it affects their relationship even if they both think it doesn't. Of course it fucking does, Barty is the most sexual person you'll ever meet and Evan can barely tolerate touching his own dick less so his boyfriend's.

Barty always apologizes once he's feeling better. Sometimes they avoid talking about the things gone wrong, sometimes they're able to talk about it, but there are always apologies to be made, and that they do.

[smytherines]

hey!!!! i got a joey cameo pretty much entirely about owen and he said some things that i'm not entirely sure if he said before about him?????? i have no idea if half of this stuff has been said before lmao

he said he thinks that owen was a better spy than curt, and that owen was more open to sort of being open about their relationship than curt was - more willing to "roll the dice" was his phrasing. also that he's more cutthroat than curt, and that goldeneye was a major inspiration for his twist.

(and that he's theatrical ie dma disguise, and he wishes he were an actor instead??)

((and also that the spies concert stuff was hopefully leading to something bigger with spies, not just the one of concerts??????????))

Oooooo interesting, thank you!! He said the bit about Owen being a better spy and the stuff about goldeneye in one of my cameos. I hadn't heard the more cutthroat thing before, but that tracks to me

This is the first I'm hearing about Owen being more willing to roll the dice on a relationship with Curt (I'm assuming that's what he meant, because it would've been illegal for them to openly be in a relationship). That's kind of fascinating in the context of pre-fall Owen being characterized as the more cautious and risk-averse of the two

I mean I'm still gonna write him as the most terminally repressed guy imaginable because that's fun to me, but that's definitely interesting to think about!

God I wish Corey Lubowich was on cameo, because there are so many questions I'd love to ask about Owen's relationship to masculinity and his queer identity. Like I'm sure Joey would give very thoughtful answers, but there is sort of a limit to how much a straight guy can contribute to that discussion

Anyways cameo should have an "excuse me, what??" feature where you can ask a follow up question, because Joey saying Chimera took Owen in "in kind of a winter soldier way" still fucks with my head. Like excuse me sir what did you mean by that?

Also "hopefully leading to something bigger" makes me want to squeal and cry and jump up and down (but holy shit I hope if they're planning a kickstarter they give people a few months to financially recover from tgwdlm:r)

[joejhang]

fanon neil vs canon neil

god i am so FUCKING done with the aftg fandom mischaracterising neil i'm literally writing fucking ESSAYS about it and pacing circles muttering about it under my breath it's driving me up the goddamn wall so i am going to word vomit brain dump yap about all of it in an incoherent tumblr text post. spoilers ahead continue at ur own risk

i've said it before and i'll say it again I HATE FANON NEIL. istg this fandom LOVES to mischaracterise neil and ykw i think i know why. they take the smallest most unnoticeable parts of his personality and then exaggerate them to disproportionate and unrealistic levels in order for him to fit their idea of a conventional, stereotypical and desirable main character. they smooth out his jagged edges and prick at his "insecurities" to make him more likeable, more acceptable and more conventional of a narrator/main character and in doing so erase so fucking much of his personality and draw as a character that he loses just about all of the flavour that made me love him in canon. and also especially within the andreil dynamic this fucking fandom just loves to tweak neil's character until he's basically unrecognisable just so they can cram andreil into some preconceived socially acceptable clichéd ship dynamic. because andrew is perceived as the typical mysterious, moody and grumpy love interest therefore neil just has to be the sunshiney smiley blushing cute softboy in exchange. yeah because all gay ships have to be grumpy-sunshine and black cat-golden retriever dynamic. i raise you: andreil's dynamic doesn't work because of their differences it works because of their similarities. if u think about it andrew and neil are honestly very similar people in the way they think and process emotions and events and that's what allows them to connect and understand each other. andreil would not work if neil was super sunshiney and a blushy soft mess and andrew was the stoic, never smiling, unemotional stone of a guy the fandom loves to make them. just accept they do not fit into the conventional boxes laid out by booktok for what gay ships look like. i fucking digress.

neil is also just insanely mischaracterised on his own. people love making him very jittery and insanely oblivious and easily flustered with a generous serving of self-esteem issues. i hate to break it to you guys: neil josten is not insecure. i don't think there's a single instant in the series where neil is actually insecure about anything. as a narrator, person and character, neil is very realistic, pragmatic and logical. ruthlessly so. i'd say on this, neil is even more cerebral and unemotional than andrew is. neil is very straightforward and realistic abt himself in his narration and i'd honestly say his opinion and views about himself are one of the only things in the story that isn't affected by his narrator bias. if neil is anything, it's self-aware. i'm now going to present all my fucking evidence.

neil doesn't have a sexuality crisis. literally in the entire series never once does he even question his fucking sexuality. it's implied he's already figured out he's aspec/demisexual from the moment nicky questions him about his sexuality. neil says "i don't swing" and follows up in his narration: it wasn't quite the truth, but it was close enough. and later when he starts his relationship with andrew he doesn't ever question the nature of his feelings towards andrew or even anyone else and is pretty clear about it when andrew breaches the topic: "kissing you doesn't make me look at them any differently" so yeah neil is pretty certain and aware of his sexuality.

neil isn't insecure about his appearance. i feel like this is gonna require a bit of work to explain but hear me out. it is mentioned several times that neil has a complicated relationship with his appearance because he looks so much like his father/abuser. this is obviously understandable; you wouldn't want to look into the mirror and see the man who gave u all ur scars. that being said, neil doesn't have a lot of strong emotions regarding his appearance. most of his feelings of panic tied to when r*ko dyed back his hair is because of how it would be a lot easier for his father to discover him now that he has his original colouring back. i'm also pretty sure neil knows that he's cute. like it's never explicitly stated but i've reread aftg maybe fifty times and trust me i can read between the lines. neil explicitly says that he has a "love-hate relationship with his reflection out of necessity" and while the "hate" part of that statement is obvious: he doesn't like that he resembles his father, i've sort of just accepted that the "love" part of it is that he knows he's kinda fine. it's not brought up by him at all bc neil as a person is not one to linger on people's appearances almost at all. i think the only people to get a decent amount of lines dedicated to their appearance in the narration are allison and andrew. but yeah i genuinely don't think neil thinks he's ugly or unattractive and he's probably definitely been told how cute he is by others enough that he doesn't harbour any delusions about how he looks. regarding his scars, he never expresses any insecurity towards them and how they look, he just doesn't like them on display understandably bc of how acutely they point to his past and childhood that he's trying to hide.

neil is actually very very confident in his own and other people's abilties. this is esp regarding exy. he knows he's good at the game. like he knows. the most distinct example i can think of for this point is when kevin tells neil that he was at castle evermore to try out for the perfect court when they were younger. neil doesn't even doubt for a fucking second that he would've made it onto the perfect court. never does. he skips over the second-guessing and doubt part and just straight up starts daydreaming about the future he could've had playing with kevin and r*ko. like that really got me bc it's easy to assume neil would be super unassuming and have low self-esteem but no like neil doesn't doubt for a fucking second that he deserves to be perfect court. it's just that he doesn't believe in r*ko's delusions enough to play along with it by the time he gets the tattoo. he's also insanely confident about the foxes and their abilities and also kevin by the end of the series. at the beginning he takes a pretty realistic vantage point and says that with the way things are, the foxes will never beat the ravens. but even with that pov he still has the gall to challenge r*ko on LIVE TV and i doubt he's lying when he declares so boldly to everyone that if the foxes were united they'd be an unstoppable force (and guess what he was fucking RIGHT). and by the end, when the foxes are united, he has no more room left for doubt at all. some guy tells neil to kick the ravens' asses and neil just replies with zero hesitation "that's the plan". like he's so fucking on board with it. and he never once doubts that kevin is the best striker in the game. like literally never. at first he considers r*ko and kevin on par with each other (possibly, it's never stated outright) but by the end he literally has no doubts when he says "kevin is the best striker" like goddamn the amount of confidence neil has is so underrated.

neil is a very unemotional narrator. it actually gets me all the time how logical and ruthlessly pragmatic neil's narration and inner monologue is. some of the only strong emotions portrayed in neil's narration are anger, irritation and occasionally grief, which is only ever triggered by major trauma-inducing events (e.g. dr*ke). almost all of his inner monologue is analytical and observing others and dissecting either other people or the situation he's in. and almost all of his decisions and actions are made based on impulse and instinct. neil is a very instinctive person. this is outright stated in the way he plays exy; in theory, he can't give u a lot, but in the heat of the moment he's at his best. this applies to practically all facets of neil's life. he never plans his moves or what he's gonna say (except like that one time when he planned out what half-truth he was gonna tell andrew post-columbia). he's super quick and on the ball and literally does whatever the fuck he wants at any given moment. he's also insanely good at compartmentalising. like it's difficult to explain but while his priorities are obv hilariously skewed, they're also very clear in his mind. things he considers unimportant he simply just doesn't think about. what others look like and what they think of him don't factor into his internal monologue or his thoughts at all he literally just files them away in the back of his mind until they do end up becoming useful or important to him. he barely comments on andrew's appearance at all until andrew becomes someone worth staring at and admiring for him. the only reason he describes allison and renee in the detail that he does is because it's important in understanding how and why he reacts to them the way he does. this man was literally about to lose his goddamn mind at the fall banquet but he specifically reserved his mental breakdown for after the banquet so he could spend his time roasting the fuck out of r*ko. bro fully locked in and was like "clock riko now break down later" and i respect it.

neil doesn't actually have a martyr complex. it's funny because almost all of aftg is him being the absolute fucking opposite of a martyr. he wilfully sticks around the foxes knowing he's putting himself and them in danger. he doesn't "sacrifice" himself until he's absolutely forced to by his father's people. by then, he's already told himself he can't and won't run and he's smart enough to know he'll never get away anyway. and going to evermore wasn't about self-sacrifice or martyrdom it was about protecting andrew and those two are pretty fucking different. he knew he was coming back from evermore and he knew that he wouldn't die there, despite all the shit he went through, so i don't think that can be counted as "self-sacrifice". he was doing what he had to do to protect andrew, the same as andrew would've done for neil or aaron or kevin or anyone else he'd sworn to protect. the kidnapping in baltimore was the culmination of neil's character arc, which isn't really about learning to be selfless and self-sacrificing, it's about learning to stand his ground and stop running. those things r crucially different: neil not running in baltimore wasn't about selflessness, it was about courage. yes, part of it was obviously inspired by the foxes and motivated by not wanting them to be hurt but i truly believe it ultimately was about neil learning to stand his own ground and make his own home and have it be something he's willing to die for. call it whatever u want honestly i just don't think neil is as much of a martyr/sacrificial lamb as the fandom makes him out to be.

[shima-draws]

Me, on Bluesky: Haha this is fun! I wonder since it’s so similar to Twitter why I never liked Twitter?

Me, trying to edit a post bc I noticed a mistake and realizing I can’t edit the post: Ah. That’s why.

[ao3fujoshevik]

au where haku joins the akatsuki after zabuza dies & gossips about itachi with deidara (fic)

[crossbackpoke-check]

philadelphia where love goes to…..be reborn?? crazy stuff happening here!!

i-

yeah you know what, that narrative makes sense, continue 🤝 philly

[quietwingsinthesky]

okay so that's 24 prompts done, which is all the non-anon ones and the emoji anon ones, and that's just because my brain needed to organize this somehow or else i would have been overwhelmed and not done anything at all. which leaves about 28 more to do 👍 we got this folks

[sepiasys]

Trying to access headspace/innerworld except when you try to visualize the places you remember, they're just memories and not the real thing, and when you visualize a SINGLE person/character/sentient thing, it's like Other Wybie from Coraline where bro can emote and make expressions but can't speak at all.

And yes I can TELL that the visualization isn't REAL. It's like looking at a photograph of a place you've been to.

[the-monkey-ruler]

I was reading The Monkey King's Daughter (you can read the whole book for an hour) and apparently the protagonist is also Guanyin's grandchild? Can Guanyin be shipped?

I mean I can’t say like what are like the moral implications of shipping GuanYin itself cause that is so not my place but I’m still going to answer this cause it kinda of interesting when it comes to modern media. First off saying that like I have never really seen romance done with GuanYin. At least in a serious way. But if I had to take a guess it can be seen as 'possible' as much as like shipping anyone in Chinese mythos, in that isn't really taken seriously at all. In a lot of modern fan spaces there are a variety of crack ships for more humorous or hypothetical situations like I have seen literally the Star of Venus shipped with Jade Emperor just cause. But I don't see much with buddhas or bodhisattvas in either post-modern media nor in fan spaces. At least that isn't Wukong or Sanzang since they are both Buddhas. And I have done a whole thing about how Wukong for decades wasn’t seen as a romantic figure until like there was a huge character reconstruction, but that isn’t usually the case for most characters.

I would say that the most mainstream instance I can think off the top of my head is The Lost Empire (2001) where it had the main character has a romantic plot with Gaunyin herself. Of course, that wasn't really a masterpiece within itself but this was considered like a 'bad choice' more so that it was just a very strange and awkward romance at that.

Funny enough I think I see more romantic for humor's sake on Guanyin in comic books or games as likes gags at most. Like in Westward comics (later a tv series) Guanyin has a celestial-turned-demon trying to pursue him that he always rejects. Another is more play for laughs but Guanyin in the Fei Ren Zai where people just don't know it's Guanyin and think she is so attractive.

I've seen some games that have Guanyin as like a pretty boy/girl but otherwise nothing even close to a romance plot. Those are more just for like aesthetics of making every character look overly attractive to sell it.

The best I can say is that is just kinda strange and a little strange personally but I can't say that it can be taken seriously. I mean Wukong is supposed to be a Buddha by the end of the novel, so if The Monkey King's Daughter has it that a buddha can have a daughter then there wouldn't be anything stopping the author from having a bodhisattva having kids.

[cynicalmusings]

concert pianist!xiao is currently on the brain…

[deoidesign]

What if I.

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[ezralva]

Did Gojo die in your new series? 😭 I thought if Higuruma lived then he lived as well...

I purposefully left it vague for now. There's a line in both fics, the kusahigu one and the choso n yuuji, if you caught it, where I hinted that Gojo was still there with them or will be in the future. So that the option is open for if I wanna add the next part of the series. However, if I ever wrote the next part where he woke up, I dont want him to be alone anymore. I like him too much to do that so I shud pair him up with someone 👉👈 but idk who for now.

[y2kstarr]

— ᥫ᭡ addiction . . . matt sturniolo

where . . . matt thinks it's a good idea to take some 'sex chocolates' and soon can't help but be fucking addicted to your pussy

contains . . . pure smut, mentions of sex drugs, riding, overstimulation, sub!matt, slight dom!reader, (this one's a lil filthy-).

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #8

You knew the moment Matt had brought up the stupid idea of trying cheap sex chocolate he'd found online together that it would be dumb. You didn't know that they'd actually fucking work.

Matt watched as you bounced on his cock, his lips parted in a slack jaw type of way, his hands that were once gripping your hips tight, now weak in their attempt to hold you down and stop your ministrations.

"Fuck– ma, I– shittt–" He groaned out at the sight of your cream leaving a ring around the base of his cock from how long you two had been fucking — more-or-less, how long you'd been fucking him. His head fell back against the pillow underneath him, a choked out moan leaving him as you clenched around his twitching cock. "Ba– baby, I can't keep this up much longer—"

"Please, please just one more– I promise, one more and I'm done—" You begged him, your skin glistening a bit with sweat from how long you'd been at it, your thighs starting to weaken, but your need for his cock was so much stronger than the tiring of your body. "It just feels so fucking good—"

Your cunt was already filled with his thick, warm cum from the amount of times you'd made him cum already, but it just wasn't enough. What the fuck was in these damn chocolates? At least you knew they weren't false advertising at all.

Your body moved with a fervor that seemed to defy human limitations, your hips undulating in a relentless rhythm as you rode him with wild abandon, the bed creaking with each shake, the headboard practically slamming against the wall at this point.

The wet sounds of your coupling filled the air, the obscene squelching of your arousal coating his shaft and dripping down onto his balls. Matt let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts, albeit trembling from the overstimulation.

"S-Shit, ma... you're gonna... kill me at this rate..." Matt whimpered out, his voice a breathy and whiny cry, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. The stimulation was intense, borderline too much for him to handle. He could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of his cock as it stretched your walls, filling you completely.

It was almost too much for you as well, the sensation bordering on painful as you rode him like your life depended upon it. Yet, you couldn't stop, driven by a primal need to chase your own release, to milk him for every last drop of his seed.

You leaned down, pressing your sweat-dampened breasts against his chest as you captured his lips in a searing kiss. Your tongue delved into his mouth, tasting the remnants of the chocolate on his tongue. "Don't you dare stop now—" you panted against his lips. "I need more. I need you to — fuck — fill me up until I can't take anymore."

"B–baby, fuck," Matt gasped, his head thrashing back against the pillow as you lifted yourself back up to continue riding him with wild abandon. "Your cunt is fucking devouring my cock. It's like a fucking furnace in there, so hot and fucking tight. I can't — I don't know how much longer I can last."

But even as he spoke, Matt's hands gripped your ass, pulling you down harder onto his throbbing shaft. His hips pistoned up to meet yours, the force of his thrusts lifting you off the bed. The room filled with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by your wanton moans and Matt's increasingly desperate grunts.

"Fuck! Yes! Oh my god—" You gasped out, your hands scrambling to grip the headboard as he fucked up into you at a speed and harshness that had stars spotting your vision. "Ri–right there, Matt— Ohh fuck—!" You practically cried out, eyes rolling back at the unbelievable pleasure coursing through you, returning that burning pleasure you'd felt so many times already tonight.

"Whose pussy do you love, baby—" You moaned out as you bit your bottom lip.

"Y–yours—" Matt whined out, panting harshly beneath you.

"Whose fucking pussy do you love, Matt—"

"Yours mama! F–fuck— your pussy—!" He nearly babbled out, so fucked dumb from your cunt at this point.

Matt's grunted and panted out, his breathy almost squeaky with his whines. His body started to shudder beneath you, his cock pulsing erratically inside your clenching heat. "I... I'm about to fucking... c-cum—!," he stuttered out, his voice cracking with desperation. "Oh god, ma, your p-pussy... it's too much. I can't... I'm gonna..."

"That's it baby, that's it— fuck yes!— c'mon— cum for me, Matt— please fucking cum—" You breathlessly begged him, before your mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back as you felt his cock twitch before pumping your cunt full of his seed one more time, a moan leaving your lips as you gushed all over his cock in unison.

Your ground your hips as your pussy milked every last drop of his essence, riding out the intense waves of your shared orgasm. The sensation of your combined releases, your juices mingling with his, only amplified the mind-blowing ecstasy that consumed you both.

Your bodies both trembled as yours highs finally came down, shaking limps and tensed muscles becoming weak as you collapsed on his chest, pulling a soft "oomph" from Matt before he breathlessly chuckled, holding you tightly against him.

"H–holy shit... that's was..." He panted out in near awe.

"Fucking amazing..." You finished for him, giggling weakly as your breathing patterns matched up, your face snuggling into his neck as you just lay there, soaking in the way your body finally let you rest, albeit leaving you beyond weak and exhausted.

You could feel his soft kisses on your shoulder before they pressed against the side of your face, making you lift your head up to meet him in a sweet kiss, the both of you feeling completely blissed out as Matt whispered against your lips.

"I'm 100% buying more..."

☆ : sorry this one was shorter than normal, it was mainly just smut so I didn't have much buildup to write at the beginning 😭 idk– but i hope you guys enjoy!!

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[b1mbodoll]

hung virgin jake is too good!!! he watches too much porn and thinks he can just slide into you, surprised and a little mad at your whining, mocking you when you tell him it's too much

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: noncon + use of the word r*pe + big dick! jake + virgin! jake + blood + creampies + breeding + degradation + impact play + manipulation + fingering

💌: shut up i just moaned /pos /lh ☆ ok hi this is gabi after writing. i didn’t mean to make this so dark, but what is b1mbodoll without noncon.

jakey thinkin he can just slide in with no prep…. i actually feel insane. you’re whimpering and begging him to take it slow n be gentle because he’s so big. so fucking girthy, too. he thinks a little spit on your tight pussy and the steady dribbles of precum trailing along his length are enough to spread you open.

his cock is heavy where it rests over your cunt and genuine fear courses through you because there’s no way he’ll fit like this. “j-jakey, wait,” you pant, hands reaching out to push at his abdomen, eyes wide. “you need to prep me, baby, look at you. you’re too big, ‘s gonna hurt.”

“no, sweetheart, you’re wrong. i’ve seen a buncha videos before, it’ll feel good, jus’ take it, yeah?”

he sounds so earnest; there’s no way he truly thinks porn is real, right? you can’t take him and you’re unsure how else to convince him of that. “i can’t! jakey, you’re not listeni — fuck! oh god, stopstop.”

it feels like you’re being split in two, tiny pussy stretched beyond it’s limits despite your pleas for jake to fucking stop as he forces the blunt head of his fat cock inside; just the tip and it’s already too much, your inner walls spasming and clenching around him, eyes squeezed tightly because it hurts so bad and he hasn’t even filled you up completely yet.

jake stops once his cockhead slips in, afraid to cum before he’s had the chance to properly fuck you, nostrils flaring while he tries to hold off his orgasm, dick pulsing and his balls tight, more and more precum drooling from his slit and wetting your hole, teeth sinking into his lip so hard the soft skin breaks, the taste of blood bringing him back to his senses.

you feel so good wrapped around him n he cant help but continue to sheath himself in your pussy, pressing his hips forward and groaning as his cock bullies its way into you, inch after inch causing you to let out pained cries that make his chest ache but he can’t stop, not until you’re stuffed full of his thick cum.

you’re hitting him now, throwing your fists at his chest in a weak attempt to get him off, full on sobs making the guilt he felt a second ago shift into something meaner.

“you’re fucking weak,” he spits, and gone is your sweet boyfriend. you don’t recognize the man above you. “y’wanna cry so bad, i’ll give you something to cry about, whore.”

jake’s earlier fear of cumming too soon is long forgotten; he catches your hands when you go to strike him again and pins them to the mattress before slamming his hips against yours, remaining inches now fully inside and you can feel him snug against your cervix, prodding at the entrance of your womb.

he doesn’t give you a chance to at least try accomodating to the discomfort, setting a brutal pace immediately, headboard knocking against the wall as his cock ruins you, hurts you, violates you.

you don’t want this anymore, so why is he continuing this torment?

jake believes you were made for him, for his cock. it shouldn’t hurt.. you’re lying. you have to be. it’s supposed to feel good. crocodile tears and yelps wont change his mind. you’re his little plaything. his pocket pussy. he’ll only get better at fucking you with practice, so he’ll use you whenever and however he wants.

you can’t do anything except let him have his way with you, too tired to continue fighting him, but just coherent enough to try convincing him with your words.

your voice is strained, throat raw but you ignore the soreness and attempt to speak through whines. “jake, y’gotta stop. i don’t — oh god — don’t want this. y’know what the means don’t you? this is…”

tears blur your vision.

“this is what, huh? ‘s rape? is that what you were gonna say?” the condescending tone like a knife to your heart. “you’re such a fuckin’ dummy — hah fuck, so tight —” he groans. “this isn’t rape. you like it, i know you do. your pussy’s so tight, so fucking wet, all for me.”

your face crumples at his words; there really is no getting through to him.

jake continues to abuse your poor, sensitive cunt. it’s sickening how every brutal thrust allows for his cock to kiss the opening of your uterus, his balls slapping your ass creating an audible plap, plap, plap that makes you cringe and your hole gushes, drenching the sheets with your combined juices; the realization that you’re wet makes you wonder… was jake right? do you like this? it’s too much for you to process, body beginning to go limp beneath him.

“stay with me,” barks jake, clapping his palm against your cheek, “‘m not — fuck! — done, haven’t even cum yet. can’t pass out on me, i won’t let you.”

as if to prove his point, jake speeds up the pace, driving his length so deep it’s agonizing. “pretty pussy gripped me even tighter when i did this,” he backhands you this time and again, your walls contract, squeezing him so tight it makes him think you don’t wanna let go.

“are you a..” he starts, wracking his brain for the word used in a particularly violent porn clip he saw, split lip reopening when he smiles, “are you a painslut? like bein’ fucked open and slapped around, hm?”

you shake your head in denial, but jake’s having none of it. “yeah you fucking do, slut. say it. tell me you like this or i’ll do so much worse.”

“y-yes!” you all but scream, “yes i like it, jakey. i like it, i do, i do, i do! j-jus’ cum, ‘kay? fill me up, do it!”

god, jake really is stupid. you’re only agreeing and urging him to cum to get this over with but he seems to think you actually want him to cream your insides.

maybe you really do; if the way you wrap your legs around him are any indication.

his orgasm’s building with every drag of his impossibly thick cock, your body surrendering to him, forcibly used for his own pleasure and he presses his mouth to yours, his eyes shutting as your lips meet, your own wide open due to the taste of iron flooding your senses, a mess of spit and jake’s blood smearing onto your skin

he humps at you like a dog; desperate, sloppy, uncoordinated.

and although you hate to admit it, you can feel your own impending climax, not quite there but close. you need more; you need — oh fuck.

jake stills once he’s fucked into your womb, ropes of his thick, sticky cum painting you white and there’s so much, it feels neverending; despite the pain, despite the rough treatment you received and despite the fact that he did all of this without your consent; you cum.

you clamp around him tighter, if that were even possible, and pleasure makes your mind go blank. you try to block him out, unable to believe he did this and the fact that you came, but he makes it impossible.

how are you supposed to ignore jaeyun when two of his thick fingers join his cock inside of you after catching the globs of sperm that have dribbled out of you.

“said i’d fill you up,” he reminds you. “now i gotta make sure it sticks.”

[vinnival]

lets talk about these tags my fellow cowboy fans. im bedridden and bored. sorry for typos.

Arthur Morgan/Reader

Arthur stares at you, his eyes full of longing. He sighs and says:

"I miss my wife. I miss her a lot."

And then he rides off to find Mary.