#jason smutt

[skinbeneaththeskull]

he’s SUCH a fucking LOSER i need to suck his dick IMMEDIATELY. like i want him to make pretty moans and whines for me while he’s got his hands in my hair and is thrusting his hips up into my face like pleaseeee!!!!!!

OMG THIS... also HIIII P!!!

no cus just imagine 80s Jason and like giving him head???!?!?! he'd literally be so whiney and begging for you to do more but you'd just tease him the whole time..

while giving him head he'd be rubbing the shell of your ear to try to make you more comfortable and relax a little bit (you obviously are but he isn't and he's squirming so much under you) and he's trying so hard not to make any noise.

soon enough into the head sesh he takes your hair into his hand and makes it a makeshift ponytail to try and get your hair out of your face because your starting to get messy and you're constantly putting your hair behind your ear. he doesn't really know what to do but enjoy it, him constantly begging for more in a more quieter, hushed tone like, "fuck.... please just a little more? your mouth feels so good.." and him making little "nnh mm nnm" breathy closed moans every second.

he's close and begging for more of you, either for you to ride him or let him fuck you and he's merely just begging to put his tip in your pussy, but your just teasing him more and more when he's asking, "h-hey please? cmon i-im so close, pretty girl..." while he's stuttering and trying not to cum by looking at your face with his dick in your mouth. he just looks away because it's too much for him and he just throws his head back. "can you ride me, please? i promise to be slow.." and all you reply with is, "i dunno, can i?" and it throws him overboard.

he looks back at you with a plea on his face, just making his grip on your hair tighter before shoving you down, making you slightly gag for a second. he figured if you wouldn't do it, he'd just do it himself. he'd buck his hips up to start thrusting into your mouth, gradually picking up the pace, seeing your eyes roll back every time he'd do so.

this time he could burst at any second, him starting to slow down a little bit as he starts throwing swears from under his breath, thighs starting to shake ever so little. you put your hands on them to steady yourself, bobbing your head without any of Jason's help besides from his head just slowly guiding you. his whole body is so leaned back into the couch as his head is thrown back again, only taking small peeks at you. "baby... 'm gonna-" is all he gets out before you start going faster, which is a pace he could barely handle as he's covering his mouth as moans start to spill, him biting the insides of his cheeks to silence himself before he grabs your head with both hands to shove you all the way down and finally fill your mouth.

he's breathing heavily as your trying to swallow his load as he just pulls out to bring you into his lap and wipe your mouth with his thumb and stick it back in so you didn't waste anything. "oh 'm god baby, you did so well." he holds you closer to him and rubs your back while kissing your face and slightly nipping at your neck, mumbling into your skin. "i didn't go too hard, did i?" and "'m sorry if it was too much, love" just throwing out words, lifting his head up with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

him just kissing you all over and apologizing for being rough with you <<333 he would pass out so quickly with you in his arms like he's cuddling a stuffed animal.

[angelwithblackwings]

I'm writing a new book :)

[burning-omen]

Wilde

Jason Todd x male!reader

Request by anonymous : Can you do a smutt with dom male reader x bratty sub jason todd. Where jason is the typical confident, brat/jock. But jason has a feet kink? Like licking, getting footjobs and stepped on his cock?

Whenever MR had his feet up or something Jason would stare and then excuse himself to jo; or put reader's feet on his lap and massage them pretending he is distracted; and reader knows, so is a little shit about it, miving them Jason's lap/ streaching when they are on the sofa, etc.

Untill reader sees jason jerking to one of his used socks and confronts him.

I know this is really long but it really got into my head and i would love you for it.

Warning⚠️: foot fetish, footjob (Jason receiving), y/n teases Jason, discovering kinks, not beta read (I love my beta reader too much to send them this at this ungodly hour)

(A/n: multiple things, first I would like to wish a happy black history month for my fellow seasoned folk, reparations over forgiveness. Second, I have no shame in writing this and those who hate can suck my massive signaling, also i was reading gay poems so now y'all got Wilde as a title)

It was the first movie night of the month. You and Jason tried to make it a weekly thing but with the way both of your schedules are set up it was a bit difficult. After missing the last two movie nights from last month (the first time he canclled, the second time you did) you decided to finally spend some quality alone time with your boyfriend. You had everything set up perfectly, your internet has been out all week so you had to pull your DVD player and a few CD’s out of your storage closet, but other than that it was an easy set up.

Absentmindedly, you cracked your knuckles, waiting for Jason who said he was just around the corner about- you lifted your phone, checking how long ago he sent the text- 20 minutes ago. He still wasn’t here, or maybe he was and he was just fucking with you, who fucking knows. Clearly not you because he said he’d be here and he wasn’t. You considered starting without him, or calling him. But what if he’d gotten caught up in some vigilante business or was stuck in traffic or something, then you’d feel like shit for starting and you’d have to start the movie over.

So you waited another 10 minutes, then 15, then 20. By the time 30 minutes had passed you were on the verge of falling asleep on the couch. Just as your eyes drifted shut you heard the familiar click of the window lock. Groaning, you sat up, turning around to see Jason, still fully dressed in his Red Hood gear, climbing through your window.

“You’re late.” you said tiredly.

You heard another short click as he pulled his helmet of holding it under his arm.

“B put me on a stake out with Nightwing last minute, I tried to tell him that you’d be on my ass for it but he never listens,”

You sighed, “You two have that in common.”

He chuckled, then muttered, “Sure, Y/n.”

Walking around the couch he tossed his helmet on the table. Just as he sat down you stood up, grabbing one of the cases off the table and popping the CD out of it. He watched as you had a mild struggle with the old DVD player, but eventually got it set up. You sat back down on the couch, your back leaning against the arm of the couch and your knees pulled up to your chest.

Jasons hand rose for a moment, then he let it fall again. Looking up at your face he thought, ‘He won’t notice..’.

Even his thoughts sounded nervous, after a moment of hesitation he lifted his hand again, grabbing your ankle and pulling. You yelpped as you were suddenly yanked, your left foot now firmly placed in Jasons lap. You were about to question him when you felt a gentle pressure against the underside of your foot. Looking down you saw that Jason, surprisingly nimble fingered, was giving you a foot message. What you didn’t see was the nevrvousness that wracked his entire body. His hands shook ever so slightly shaking.

With a small smile you asked, “Is this your way of apologizing?”

He didn’t say anything, seemingly focused on the movie, so you moved on, turning your focus back to the movie as well.

~~~~~~~

There was about an hour left in the movie, Jason’s hands had stopped moving a while ago, now just resting against your foot. But that didn’t stop something else from moving against your foot. So slow and gentle that you almost didn’t notice it.

Almost.

Once you did you had to resist the urge to jump out of your skin. Slowly and gently his hips rolled against your foot, at such a steady pace. You glanced down, you doubt he was even focused on the movie. His grip on the bottom hem of your pants tightened and his breath shuttered ever so slightly.

It was kinda hot.

The movie -that you’d honestly almost forgotten about- went silent for a moment. And all you could hear were the quiet, needy pants coming from your boyfriend, you hadn’t even noticed before. But now, even as the movies volume picked back up, it’s all you could focus on.

You almost wanted to confront him. Just to hear him be a little louder. But honestly it would probably just embarrass him. So you didn’t.

A few more minutes passed, you tried to ignore him. It wasn’t working. At all.

You couldn’t even remember the plot of the damn movie you’d been focusing so hard on him.You shifted your body, trying not to move the foot in his lap for both of your sake. You were unsuccsesful. You knew that because of how hard he’d suddenly bucked up and the gasping, stuttered moan that left his lips. It was beyond noticeable. But he played it off, staying focused on the movie despite how flustered he felt. You played it off too, acting like that wasn’t one of the hottest things you personally experienced in your life.

Another short glance down to Jason then back to the TV. The main character was doing…something to save the…planet?? Country??? Something, the main character was doing something to save the something.

Jason was far too distracting, but you were far too entertained to pull yourself away.

After a short moment of contemplation, you shifted again, ‘accidentally’ pressing against Jason cock. His hands gripped your leg harder than you thought he would, a sharp gasp coming from him.

He glanced over at you, letting go of your ankle.

“Sorry..” he muttered.

“‘S fine..” you muttered back, pretending to pay attention to the movie.

Then the moment he recovered, you did it again.

You did stop eventually, when his breathing became heavy and uncontrollable and his grip became painful, you let up. Despite the fact that you stopped moving, he didn’t. His still clothed cock ground against the bottom of your foot.

~~~~~~~

You felt him stop, but his grip on you pant leg tightened. You looked over at him, he was breathing hard, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth fell open. His hips were bucking softly against you and you felt his cock twitch hard under your foot. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened. You're surprised he lasted so long, almost an hour of humping against the bottom of your foot and he’s just now cumming. He bit down on his lip to stop himself from making any noise, he wasn't successful but it was cute nonetheless.

You had to stop yourself from laughing when he excused himself.

You waited until you heard the bathroom door shut before you sat up.

You were hard, because after that why the fuck wouldn’t you be. Every desprate little moan, the way he tried to stop his hips from bucking against you too hard, his grip on your pants, every move he made. It all built up to a very, very hot experience.

The rest of the night went on relatively normal, you watched another movie, you cuddled, you made out. It was a good date. And you’d discovered something new about your boyfriend.

He has a foot fetish.

~~~~~~~

You thought about, all damn day. While you got dressed, while you drove to work, while you worked, on the drive home and as you fumbled with your keys at the door you thought about it.

Finally, in what feels like the first time in the past 15 hours, you focused. Unlocking the door and turning the handle.

“Jason, I'm home!” you shouted into the quiet apartment.

You heard some movement upstairs, but that's all.

Locking the door and hanging up your keys you quickly made your way upstairs. Walking through the dark hallway before coming up to your bedroom door and pushing it open. Only to see a very flustered, panting Jason, gripping the cover that had been hastily thrown over his lap staring at you.

Instead of mentioning the fact that he’d very clearly been jerking off before you walked in, you moved past him, pretending not to notice as a devious little idea came into your mind.

You let out an exasperated sigh, tossing your work bag to the floor and kicking your shoes off then putting them away in your shared closet. Then, leaning up against the wall directly across from the bed, pulling your leg up to arms length and almost painfully slowly, pulling your sock off.

A quick glance up revealed that Jason was damn near drooling at the sight.

You switched to your other sock, then stood up straight with both socks in hand before tossing them to Jason, who despite his best efforts, could not hide the desperation in his face as he caught them.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, can you put those in the laundry basket for me?”

He nodded wordlessly.

With a small smile you went into the bathroom, turned the shower on, and waited.

A few minutes later you cracked the bathroom door open, fighting feelings of ridiculousness as you peaked at your own boyfriend through the crack.

Sure enough, he was jerking off. Hips bucking up into his own hand, his chest rising and falling rapidly, whining and whimpering as he pumped his cock into your sock. And while the part of your mind screamed about how disgusting it was to be sexually attracted to feet, the other, much louder part of you mind screamed that this was so fucking hot and that you’d do anything to see him like this again.

His legs twitched and his hips sputtered as he came, moaning openly, cum drenching the sock wrapped around his cock, oozing through the fabric and down his fingers.

And after a moment of sweaty, pleasured bliss. He panicked. You knew why, cum was kinda hard to get out of clothes, they usually have to be hand washed to get out the stain completely, which usually wasn’t a problem. Having to explain why your sock, and only your sock was suddenly drenched with cum was going to be a problem.

Luckily for him, you’d seen the entire thing and you weren’t too concerned about a dirty sock.

You watched him panic for a moment before pushing the bathroom door fully open. A deep pink blush set on his cheeks as he tried to explain himself through his flustered state. You could see that his brain seemingly just couldn’t handle this and was beginning to shut down on Jason. So as he stumbled his way through an excuse, you sat on the bed next to him, a small smile on your face. Grabbing his jaw in your hand you turned his face so he was looking at you.

“Jason..” you said, your voice commanding his attention.

“Yes?” He answered after a moment.

“I know,” you said, it came off more monotonous than you meant it to, but you got your point across with two simple words.

His panic lessened but only by a fraction.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about..” he lied.

You had to fight the grin that tried to stench across your face.

“Jason, you know as well as I do-“ you placed your hand over his cock, pulling off the sock that you just watched him soak in cum, “-that you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

He paused, seemingly gathering his thoughts.

A minute later, he spoke.

“It’s really your fault if you think about it.”

And you laughed, because of course he tried to pin his link on you.

“Okay, how?“

“I didn't feel anything about them for years- then here you come with them looking all nice, and always sitting them in my lap, and teasing me with them, and I just-” he shrugged, “again, completely your fault.”

“So it's my fault that you have a foot fetish?”

“Don’t..say it like that, and yes it is-”

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[chxrrydrxp]

❀❀ೋ═𝕯𝕮 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙═ೋ❀❀

Current projects:

-rope burn (dick x fem!reader)❤️‍🔥

-𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉, Jason x (dicks ex! reader) series

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

rope burn (pure filthy, mdni)

Jason Todd/ Red hood

𝓃ℴ ℊℴℴ𝒹 (𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂ℯ) (implied oral, angst)

(𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉) Jason x Dick's Ex! reader (series)

headcanons (smut)

warmth (fluff)

ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝓃 𝓂ℯ (smut)

𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷.. ( smutt)

Submit drabbles, thirsty imagines, all the sort.

Ask box rules

[itryhardtomakethishouseahome]

Update

ik the poll hasn’t expired yet but i can tell jjk, jason todd, and cod are winning so i’m gonna list out what i’ll be working on to keep you guys in the loop.

Jujutsu kaisen~

alphabets(gojo, geto, sukuna, toji, megumi, and nanami(i’ll take requests for other characters after i get through the list)

naoya zenin fluff

slight stoner apprentice megumi

maki fluff

geto angst

Jason Todd

arkham ver. reuniting

alphabet

smutt

Cod

honestly i have no clue but i'll think of something(definitely taking request)

Heisenberg

angst & fluff

Arcane

something with v

something with sevika

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Wait, is that reader x AK Jason smutt?

Are you referring to my WIP Wednesday post? If so then yes, the very last excerpt (under the cut) is the first paragraph from a Reader x Arkham Knight Jason Todd smut I'm writing 😊

[makethatelevenrings]

You’re only writing smutt now? If you’re writing anything else could you write Scarlet witch kind of reader almost destroy everything in full power mode and now scared of hurting their love (could you write for both dick and Jason) 💕

No, I’m not writing only smut right now. I’m just currently doing Kinktober. I have many requests in my inbox that I still need to write that aren’t smut that I am slowly but surely working on.

That being said, requests are currently closed until I can catch up.

[glassbxttless]

WIP Tag Game!

@babbushka was the first one I saw this morning so I thought I’d take part (:

Chaptered Fics:

Pumpkin (virgin!ronnie x reader, college!au)

New Jersey Sunshine (paterson x reader, soulmate!au)

La Perla (randy solo x reader x toby grummett, solo bros!au— lots of sexy lingerie and smut)

Strawberry Wine (farm boy!rick x reader)

Oneshots:

Dan Cherry Blossom Collab (fluff/smutt, dan in DC)

Beg for It (jason roberts x reader, smut)

Another Baby Solo (randy solo x reader, solo bros!au)

+ 4 Beltane Prompts

and all of the requested prompts!

If you want to play, consider this your tag!

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Ride {Headcanon}***

Warning: NSFW, SMUTT

Words: 1k

Note: Makuakäe means “Daddy” according to Google’s English to Hawaiian translator. If it doesn’t please excuse the error.

♦ First of all, one does not simply ride Jason Momoa. This is a delicate operation because Jason is almost six and a half feet tall and not a slim six and a half feet, a muscular and powerful six and a half feet.

♦ So that means yes, he has been blessed by the d**k gods. So blessed that you know better than to just jump on it, you like your uterus and might need it one day.

♦ You’re in bed together one night and things are getting hot and heavy. Jason’s hands are all over you. His fingers send chills all across your skin and feeds the fire you feel.

♦ When his hand drops down to your ass a deep growl leaves his mouth before he latches his mouth onto your neck. 

♦ This makes you rock against his dangerously hard length. The action draws his moans from him one after another making him squeeze your ass so hard you didn’t doubt there would be an imprint of his hand on your ass.

♦ The more you rock against him the more he squeezes until you can’t take it. You peel his hand off you, lace your fingers with his and press them to the bed.

♦ “You want to be in control tonight huh,” Jason asks. The deepness of his voice makes your hips violently buck against him.

♦ Before you know it, he’s flipped you onto your back and pushing your legs apart within his knees. As he settles between your legs the heaviness of his cock presses onto you.

♦ Your back arches and now it’s his hands that engulf yours showing you who really held the control of the moment.

♦ “Fuck me,” you whined. The need you felt took over you.

♦ “No, you—fuck—me.”

♦ The counter has you searching his eyes trying to grasp his meaning. Within seconds you saw the mischievous glint in his doe like eyes. The butterflies in your stomach take over turning your need to a ravenous hunger.

♦ Without needing to be told twice you roll back onto him and straddle his thighs. Jason grunts then pushes his hair back from his face as his eyes roam over your exposed flesh.

♦ “I’m in control now Makuakäe,” you whisper. Once you say the words he groans deeply. He loves when you speak Hawaiian to him.

♦ You place sloppy kisses across his neck and chest then ease up onto your knees and slide across his hardness one more time. He shivers.

♦ You position yourself and lock eyes with him. You could almost feel the intensity of the stretch you were about to take. Slowly you slipped the tip of his protrusion in. The second Jason feels your heat he grabs hold to your waist. You already know he is about to push himself to the hilt.

♦ You grip his hands and dug your nails into his skin. “Look at me”, you order. His eyes lock on your again. “I’m in control. Let me do the work.”

♦ With a growl Jason reluctantly drops his hands then laces them behind his head settling in to watch the show—his favorite show.

♦ Slowly you inch him further and further until he is tightly nestled between your folds. His girth is overwhelming and the pressure his size caused made it impossible for you to be still.

♦ You slowly rock your waist forward then back, then rotate your hips. Jason’s jaw dropped before his mouth made the “o” shape. You took that as proof you were on the right track to making him lose his mind.

♦ You pick up the pace and begin bucking your hips against him. When you slip back you lift your ass then drop it down when your hips flick forward. His grunts get loud and soon his hands are unlaced and gripping the sheets above his head.

♦ Suddenly he sits up and slightly leans back bracing himself on his palms. His eyes watch your body in the moonlight as you hook one hand behind his neck to grip the hair there.

♦ “Fuck, baby!”

♦ The high pitch in his voice makes you bolder. Bringing your other hand to his shoulder you use it as leverage then perch onto your feet still keeping him snuggly in your drenched heat. Your body was now in the air as you continued to flick your hips back and forth. Your body resembled a wave as it tumbled to the shore before it calmed.

♦ This new position brings curse after curse from Jason’s lips. He drops his head back as he squeezes his eyes tightly. You can tell he is fighting the urge to grip you and plow away.

♦ The strain of the veins from underneath his skin gives you new appreciation for all the strength this man under you possessed. His strength was an automatic turn on. If he wanted, he could flip you over and go to work and you would probably pass out if he ever staked his claim like that. The thought of it made you wetter.

♦ You begin bouncing on him as his name escapes your lips. “Fuck daddy!”

♦ Jason’s hand crept to your throat and lightly squeezed. “Say it again!”

♦ “Fuck daddy. Fuck!”

♦ Without warning he grabs your hip with his free hand and held you where you were as he bucked his hips up taking control. Your moans echo and bounce off the walls as he strokes that part of you that he knew would have you shaking in no time.

♦ Your orgasm took over and that was when you pushed him back and roughly bounced on his dick like you were a prized and champion horse at the tracks. Jason shouted and you felt him shoot spurt after spurt of his searing cum deep inside you.

♦ Slowly your moans and body spasms stopped as did his breathing. Jason wrapped his arms around you and held you close then pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

♦ “You can never take it,” you teased. His laugh rumbled through the room making you laugh too. He knew it was true and he showed no shame about it.

[burning-omen]

Can you do a smutt with dom male reader x bratty sub jason todd. Where jason is the typical confident, brat/jock. But jason has a feet kink? Like licking, getting footjobs and stepped on his cock?

Whenever MR had his feet up or something Jason would stare and then excuse himself to jo; or put reader's feet on his lap and massage them pretending he is distracted; and reader knows, so is a little shit about it, miving them Jason's lap/ streaching when they are on the sofa, etc.

Untill reader sees jason jerking to one of his used socks and confronts him.

I know this is really long but it really got into my head and i would love you for it.

It’s done after almost a year

[zanesgirlfriend]

More | Jeff Wittek

Requested by anonymous: Could you please do a jeff smutt/fluff of about the reader and him being friends with benefits and than falling in love with eachoter but being too scared to tell each other. Also love your work ❤

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They'd had an agreement when it started. No pictures together, no dates, nobody would ever know. Being an influencer was complicated. They didn't want any of their friends to know, much less the fans. Jeff's single image was a big part of his "hot guy" character, and they both knew he needed to keep that up a little longer.

It was sex, meaningless sex. At first.

It started with one time, drunk after a party. It'd been weeks since either of them had sex, and they decided just to go for it. A month later she was back in his bed, leaving quickly after they were finished. Over time though, her trips to Jeff's apartment were more frequent.

She started staying the night, keeping extra clothes at his place, stealing his hoodies. Little things that could get them caught.

He was filming a Barber Shop episode with Zane, and a few others like David, Todd, and Jason were over to watch, when Nerf waddled out of Jeff's bedroom with a misplaced pair of y/n's underwear.

The guys teased him, asking over and over who the lucky lady was, but Jeff respected their agreement. He did want to tell them, though. He wanted to share how amazing she was with his best friends.

It wasn't just the sex either. When she started spending the night they would have extra long pillow talk sessions. They would stay up all night just sharing experiences and joking and learning about each other. They'd fuck one more time at dawn and watch the sun rise as they fell asleep tangled in eachother.

They started to care for each other more and more. She would bring little wellness shots and juices for them to have in the morning, but only the flavors she knew he liked. He would buy her favorite brand of cereal and get that weird organic milk she liked.

It was all the little things they noticed and did for each other.

"Don't trip over the little things or you will fall. Hard." Her hometown best friend told her over the phone. She promised she wouldn't fall for him once again, but the fact that she was even asking for advice on Jeff proved that she'd already developed feelings for him.

"I think I want more." She stared at the ceiling, attempting to catch her breath after the intense sex they'd had.

"We can go again, but I need a few minutes to recharge." Jeff assured her. Usually when she said that she was talking about sex.

"No, not that. I want more. More than this." It was taking all her confidence to bring it up. She knew it could be the end of seeing him altogether if he didn't feel the same way.

He was just relieved he didn't have to bring it up first.

"What about our agreement?" He asked softly, his long fingers landing on her thigh as he sat up.

She thought for a moment and then sighed. "Fuck the agreement." She looked at him sharply. "I at least just wanna see what it would be like, you know? And if it doesn't work out then fine, we can just go back to this or end it all together." The words 'end it' made Jeff's stomach sink. At this point there was no way he could stop. He was just as whipped as she was.

"I don't wanna do a test run." He said flatly. Her heart dropped before he continued. "I already know I want to be with you."

A strange safe feeling filled her body. She had the slight urge to cry of happiness. He also wanted more, and that meant the world to her.

"Really?" She asked nervously. He swung his leg over her and held himself above her.

"Really." He said with a small smile before leaning down and kissing her. She smiled into the kiss as he cupped her face with one of his hands.

[fangirltrash18]

Hi 😁 could I request your wedding day and night with Jason 🙏 fluffy and some loving smutt

Thanks so much for the request! This was so so so much fun to write! I hope you like it

Tags- @tomhollandsmouthfr0g

Pairing- Arthur Curry x Reader

Rating- NSFW

Warnings- smut

To say you were nervous was the biggest understatement of your life. You were terrified. You were pacing back and forth, resisting the urge to bite your freshly manicured nails. In a matter of minutes, you would be walking down the flowered isle, ready to take the hand of the man you were hopelessly in love with.

‘What if I fall? What if he backs out? What if..’ your thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You turned to see your mom standing behind you.

“Cold feet?” She asked and approached you. You offered her a small, nervous smile and shook you head.

‘‘Just a little nervous.” You said.

‘‘That’s normal. I remember feeling just the way you are.” She wrapped her arms around you and hugged you gently. ‘‘Don’t worry my sweet girl, once you lay eyes on Jason, all these nerves will fly away as beautiful butterflies.” She said and planted a tender kiss on your temple. You smiled at her words and hugged her a little tighter.

‘‘Thank you Mama, you always know what to say.” You pulled back and looked at her. She smiled and shrugged.

“It’s only taken me 24 years of practice.” You giggled as she hooked her arm through yours. ‘‘You ready?” She asked looking at you. You nodded and took a deep breath.

‘‘I’m ready.” Without wasting another moment, you both began to walk towards the aisle.

Everyone’s chatter stopped and the ukuleles began to play. Jason stood ahead of you, smiling the biggest smile you had ever seen on him, the ocean a beautiful background behind him. Your bridesmaids were all smiling and trying not to ruin their makeup with tears. You looked back to your husband to be and saw him wipe away a fallen tear.

Finally you reached the alter where your mother kissed your cheek and hugged you tightly.

“I love you so much my angel.” She whispered and pulled away.

“I love you too Mama.” You said. She took her seat and you looked to Jason. He took your small hands and cradled them in his large ones.

‘‘You’re breathtaking.” He said and traced your knuckles with the pads of his thumbs. You felt yourself blush but you didn’t care.

“Thank you. You look amazing too.” You said while smiling. You both turned to face your friend Michael who would be preforming the marriage ceremony.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we gather here to witness the union of marriage between these two individuals, Joseph Jason Namakaeha Momoa and Y/N (Y/M/N) Y/L/N.” Michael said.  “In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife.” Jason squeezed your hand gently while Michael continued. "Love should have no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if your love and needs must have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love and the compassion that love brings. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude and loving embrace; Then to sleep with a vision of the beloved in your heart and a song of love in your dreams.” Michael smiled at your little nephew who was carrying the rings, the signal the vows were about to begin. “Do you, Joseph Jason Namakaeha Momoa, take Y/N (Y/M/N) Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife and  promise to love and to cherish her through sickness and health, sorrow and joy, and whatever other challenges you may face, as long as you both shall live?” Jason turned and picked up your wedding band then faced back to you.

“Y/N (Y/M/N) Y/L/N, I promise to always be there for you, to shelter and hold your love as the most precious gift in my life. I will be truthful and honor you, as I embrace as the most important part of my life. I will care for you always and stand by you in times of sorrow and joy, forever nurturing the love I feel for you.” Jason said staring into your eyes while slowly sliding the ring onto your finger. His voice was passionate and strong as he recited his vows.

“Do you, Y/N (Y/M/N) Y/L/N , take Joseph Jason Namakaeha Momoa as your lawfully wedded husband and  promise to love and to cherish him through sickness and health, sorrow and joy, and whatever other challenges you may face, as long as you both shall live?” You took Jason’s ring and began your own vows.

“I, Y/N (Y/M/N) Y/L/N, acknowledge my love and respect for you and invite you to share my life as I hope to share yours. I promise always to recognize you as my equal and always to be conscious of your development, as well as my own. I shall seek through kindness and understanding to achieve with you the life we have envisioned." You felt tears trickling down your cheeks as you said the words. Jason, who was on the verge of crying wiped the wetness from your face. You slipped the ring on his finger and smiled at him.

‘‘And now, by the power vested in me by the state of Hawaii, I hereby pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss the bride.” The crowd erupted in applause as your and Jason’s lips collided in a passion filled kiss. He held your waist with a protective grip that made your stomach flutter. You played with the ends of his hair and your tongues entered each others mouthes.

Before you two could get too carried away, you pulled away. Jason was smiling at you and tracing small circles on your waist.

“Finally, you can now be addressed as Mrs. Momoa.” You giggled and pecked his lips once more.

“Yes I can husband.” You smirked. Jason laughed and grabbed your hand.

‘‘Well my beautiful wife, what do you say we go celebrate our special day?”

***

You were seated next to Jason, listening to your friends and family tell embarrassingly funny stories of you and your new husband. Jason’s hand was innocently perched on your thigh and you had your arm wrapped around his bicep. You couldn’t believe that you were finally married the the man of your dreams. Once your friend was done giving her speech, you clapped and blew her a kiss.

‘‘You ready to go? We got a  boat to catch.” Jason whispered against your ear.

“Yeah, let me just get help getting changed and get my stuff.” You said back and kissed his lips. You both stood and addressed the room, telling them that if they wanted to see you off on your honeymoon to head to the dock. “I’ll see you in a bit.” You said to Jason, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek. You hurried to the side room where your mom and best friend were waiting for you.

“I picked this out for the boat ride, and here’s your bag, all packed and ready to go!” Y/F/N held out a cute sort blue dress with small white and pink flowers on it, as well as a pair of simple white sandals. You smiled at her choice and quickly changed out of your wedding dress and into the other dress.

“You look so beautiful.” Your mother said while handing you your bag. You took it and hugged her.

“Thank you. I’m going to miss you.” You said and pulled away.

“I’ll miss you too.” She smiled at you as you hugged Y/F/N.

“Have fun girlie!” She said as squeezed her arms around you.

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to send you some pics of wherever it is we’re going.” You laughed. She nodded and you two let go.

“You’d better.” She said. The three of you walked out of the room and out onto the beach where you could see the boat docked. You hurried over and said your goodbyes to the rest of your friends and family members.

“You ready Mrs. Momoa?” Jason asked coming up behind you. You turned around and nodded excitedly.

“Let’s go!” You said and intertwined your fingers with his.

The two of you walked up on the small mortar yacht and took a seat. Jason stared the engine and turned to look at you. You were waving and yelling your last goodbyes as the yacht started to move.

“So where is it that we’re going?” You asked and sat back in your seat. Jason just smirked and winked at you.

“You’ll see.”

***

After about an hour of being on the boat, you and Jason had finally reached your destination. You gasped when you saw the incredible sight in front of you.

“You didn’t!” You covered your mouth in shock as you hopped onto the dock.

“You like it?” He asked and followed you onto the sandy beach. You turned around and ran into his arms.

“Oh my god babe! I love it!” He kissed your head and you felt him smile. You turned in his arms and peered at the beautiful, private vacation house Jason has rented for the two of you. “Wow.” You breathed.

“Come on, let me give you the tour.” He placed a hand on your lower back and guided you up the beach and to the door. You both took your shoes off and walked in. “This is the living room.” He motioned to the large couches and glass coffee table that looked out onto the ocean through large glass windows. “And back here is the kitchen.” You looked behind one of the couches to see a large kitchen that looked like it belonged in a billionaire’s home.

“Wow, this is amazing.” You said and walked to the kitchen, running your hand over the white, cold granite.

“This isn’t even the best part.” Jason grinned and started going up the grand staircase. “Come on.” He motioned for you to follow. You rushed up the stairs to see the largest bedroom you had ever seen. Your mouth fell open in shock. The bed looked bigger than a California king and it faced a wall of windows that looked out onto the beach.

‘‘Woah.” You sighed and turned around in a circle, scanning the room. You caught sight of a bathroom and walked in. It had a large jet tub and a shower big enough for at least 6 people. “J, this is ... wow.” You couldn’t find the right words to express your astonishment.

“It’s awesome right.” His voice carried from the bedroom. You nodded even though he couldn’t see it and looked in the mirror. Your hair was wind blown and your makeup was faded. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Jason was leaning on the doorframe, staring at you with love and lust. He had taken off his jacket, leaving him in a fitted white dress shirt that was cuffed by his elbows. His tie was dangling on his chest.  Your stomach tightened just at the sight of him looking so damn hot.

“So are you.” You said and walked over to him. You snaked your arms around his neck and looked at his handsome face. “I love you.” You smiled up at him and tilted your head, continuing to admire him.

“I love you too. God I’m so glad your my wife.” He pulled you close and nuzzled his face in between your neck and shoulder, peppering kisses on your skin. You tangled your fingers into his hair, urging him to continue his actions. His hands traveled down to thighs making your body light up like diamonds.

He withdrew his lips from your neck, only to connect them with your lips a second later. The kiss was slow but lustful, a beautiful balance.

“Jump.” He mumbled into the kiss. You did as told and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bed and gently laid you down on the white, puffy comforter. Jason ran a hand down your legs and unwrapped them from his waist. Without breaking the kiss, he slipped off your sandals and dropped them onto the floor. You grabbed hold of his tie and pulled his closer to you. He groaned at the action and moved his hands to your hips. You could feel his hardness against your leg. You started undoing his buttons but it wasn’t going fast enough for you.

“Take it off.” You pulled back and panted. He chuckled and straightened up, undoing his tie first then unbuttoning his shirt painfully slow. You watched as he slid the fabric off his muscled torso and let it fall to the floor, then unbuckle his belt. He threw it aside and pulled off his dress pants then boxers, letting his hard cock spring free.

“Your turn.” He said gruffly. you sat up and unzipped the back of the dress, exposing your bare chest to your husband. “Beautiful.” He breathed. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as you continued to undress. You slid the dress off your legs, leaving you only in your lacy white underwear. You laid back down and looked up to Jason. He admired you as if you were a piece of art. He took a step closer and hooked his fingers through the strap of your panties. He slowly pulled them down your legs and discarded them with the rest of your guys’s clothing. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over you, stroking your cheek gently. “I can’t believe we’re finally married.” He whispered and kissed your collar bone.

“Neither can I.” You said back and ran your foot up his leg. His lips peppered a few more kisses on your shoulder and collar bone before moving down to breasts. His tongue slid over your nipple making you softly gasp at the wonderful contact. He sucked and nipped at your nub while twisting the other one in between his thumb and pointer finger. You closed your eyes and relished how good he was making you feel.

He released your nipple from his mouth and moved to the other one, playing with it. His hand traveled down your side, all the way to your soaking heat where he slid a finger through your folds. You moaned at the contact and bucked your hips, needing more friction.

“You’re so wet baby.” He said after releasing your nub. He looked up at you and smirked. “It’s ok baby girl, I’ll help you out with that.” He trailed more kisses all the way down your stomach but stopped at your clit. You whined at the loss of contact but felt his hot breath cool your wet center.

“J I need you.” You said, your voice shakey.

“Shh my love, I’ll take care of you.” He whispered. He moved your legs to rest over his shoulders and looked back up at you. He kissed your clit and sucked on it before smoothing his tongue over it, his beard tickling you as he did.  You gaped and relaxed your body. He went down further until he was right over your center where he began lapping at your wetness. You were a moaning mess, desperate for him. You felt so close and as if he knew he started rubbing circles on your clit. He removed his mouth from your heat and inserted a finger into you, pumping it in and out a few times before adding a sencond one. He worked you until he felt your walls clenched around his fingers and you came, your juices coating his fingers.

He slid them out of you and sucked them clean. He crawled back up so the two of you were face to face. You moved a piece of his hair behind his ear and kissed him deeply.  As you kissed, Jason lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You moaned at the please as he began gently pushing in and out of you. You dug your nails into his back as he continued his motions. He pulled away from the kiss and started into your eyes.

“Is this okay?” He asked.

“Ye-es.” You stuttered. He smiled and picked up his pace a little.

Your wedding night wasn’t about fucking till the sun came up, it was about showing each other how much you loved and appreciated being eachother’s significant other. It was about taking the time to explore each other even more and create magic between your bodies that only you and him could experience.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jason whispered.

“You’ve already told me that.” You chuckled.

“And I’ll tell you more and more. I’ll never be able to tell you enough.” His gentle words made you swoon.

“J, turn over.” You moaned and gently pushed on his chest. He flipped you both over so now you were on top. You placed your hands on his chest and rocked on top of him. His eyes closed and his hands anchored on your hips. You continued rocking at a slow pace, watching as Jason let out small moans and sighs. “You want me to go faster?” You asked. He opened his eyes and nodded. You sped up your motions, causing both you and Jason to edge closer  and closer to your breaking points.

Suddenly, Jason flipped you both over and pounded into you a few more times before you came undone. A feeling of ecstasy rushed over you as you climaxed. A few seconds later Jason followed, spilling inside of you while both your moans filling up the room.

Panting, he pulled out of you and fell to the side. You turned to face him and he wrapped his arms around you.

“That was amazing.” You sighed and snuggled into him.

“Yes it was.” He held you close and ran his fingers down your spine. a comfortable silence filled the room as you both laid in eachothers embrace.

“Thanks for marrying me.” You said. Jason laughed and kissed your head.

“Thank YOU for marrying me.” You looked up at him and pecked his lips.

“You’re welcome.” You grinned. A moment later, Jason lifted you up and started carrying you downstairs. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“We’re going to go for a swim.” He said. You laughed and rested your head against his shoulder thinking, you couldn’t have married a better man.

Thanks for reading!

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 7

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed @wayward-mirage @aquivercactus

   Fuck Anthony. Fuck Jeffrey. Fuck every man who ever made me feel unwanted or unattractive. On that stage, I was queen.  I had danced for 4 years at another club before I met Anthony, but of course once we got serious he was quick to make me quit. I had danced for a night when I first started working when I came back to Dallas, but only because there was 3 girls and it had gotten surprisingly busy. I missed it. I loved it, and I was damned good at it. 

       Before you judge me, let me explain something: strippers are not all sloppy nasty drunk whores who fuck for money. About 99% all have husbands and kids and normal lives, they just so happen to take their clothes off for money. I was one of those people. Anyway, back to our story,         Somehow, some way, the club kept the media out and no one outside had found out that i didnt want to know. Hell, the only people I told were Gen, Dani, and Vicki. I swore them to secrecy and told them to make sure no one found out, especially my brother.     Jensen and I hadn't really talked after the evening that I kicked Jeffrey out. He'd send me a text asking if I was okay, and I'd reply back with a 'yes.' He knew how I got sometimes when I needed space, and left me alone for a while.         I was just waking up with a particularly bad hangover one morning when I saw that his face popped up on the screen of my phone that was vibrating its way across my nightstand. I answered with a muffled, "What?" "What? Bitch! Do you know what to day is?" he beamed with a loud laugh.

   "Some douchebags birthday I guess, probably, I don't know." I mumbled, still half asleep.       "It's your favorite fucking douchebag's birthday, whore. Now, get up, I need birthday favor from you." "Whaaaaat?" I groaned, rolling over onto my back and clutching my head.     "I need you to pick up the guys from the airport for me. None of us have time over here."  he responded as I heard a loud crash come from somewhere behind him, followed by, "God damnit, Jay, Sit the hell down! - Dude, remind me to never have any more fucking kids."       "What time?" I huffed before downing the painkillers that I was grateful drunk-me had left on the nightstand with a bottle of water.    "Uh, can you get to DFW in like.....30 minutes?" referring to the airport down the street from my house. "I hate you."

"Love you too, sis, bye!" click.     With another groan, I crawled out of bed and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a slouchy sweatshirt, pulling my hair into a thoroughly messy bun while slipping on my slippers. I grabbed my keys and purse before heading out the door.     I pulled up to the pick up area where Jensen had said the boys would be waiting for me. I was waiting for about ten minutes before I saw Misha push past the door, followed by Rob, Rich, and lastly, trailing behind in all his leather-clad manliness, was the last person I wanted, or expected to see. Jeffrey. 

   "Fuck my life." I mumbled to myself as they approached the car. I popped the trunk so they could put their luggage in the back before they began to crawl in. Misha hopped into the passenger seat as everyone else maneuvered their way into the tiny back seat, Rob sitting behind me, Rich in the middle, and Jeff behind Misha. Misha immediately leaned over the console and pulled me into his arms for a hug and a kiss on the forehead while Richard told me how much he missed me. Rob enthusiastically grabbed my shoulders from around my seat as he craned his head around and planted a wet, sloppy kiss to the side of my face. "Boys" I said in greeting, eyeing Jeffrey in the back through the rear-view mirror.    He was of course staring back silently. I quickly adverted my eyes to Misha beside me.    "How's it going, girl. Haven't seen you in almost a year!" Mish beamed, his arm crossing over the console again to give my thigh a squeeze. I looked at him through the corner of my eye as he left his hand there, and he gave me a look back as if saying "I know this sucks, and I'm sorry." I squinted my eyes at him, but he already knew I was irritated without our silent conversation.    "Are you excited about the party tonight, little lady? You know, I hear your favorite band is playing!" Rob said excitedly, leaning forward again in his seat with his hands on the side of my headrest.    "Bob-o, you know Jensen wouldn't get H.I.M here for his birthday!" Richard teased, smacking Rob in the chest jokingly. "Fuck you, Rich. Fuck you" Rob chuckled back to him.    "I absolutely love your hair by the way, Ky, brings out your pretty green eyes." Rob continued gleefully, playing with a strand that had fallen out of my bun.    "Thanks babe, It's hard as fuck to keep up with." I leaned my head back a little as Rob pulled my hair out of the elastic, fingering it as it fell down. I looked back into the rear view mirror, and to my delight, Jeffrey was staring at me with an obviously irritated look on his face. I smirked back at him before returning my eyes to the road.      Jeffrey stayed completely stoic the entire ride to my parents' as I laughed and flirted with the boys. It was always like that with them; Misha had a thing about touching me, and Rob and Rich, well, they had a thing about just being around me, especially since it was the first time they'd seen me since the accident at Jensen's. I could feel Jeff's eyes bore into the back of my head as I received the attention that I had been craving from the other men. Rob had let me know that him and Mollie had decided to separate until his schedule died down again, seeing as she was busy with the lawfirm and didn't have a lot of free time anyway. Rich and Jaci were doing well, and Misha and Vicky were trying for baby number 3 while preparing for GISH. I didn't ask how Jeff had been.    "So, Ky, how's the skrrrrrrippin' going?" Misha giggled, leaning towards me in his seat. I shot him a side ways glare again. Vicky of course squealed. They told each other everything. Rob gasped, Richard almost choked, and I could swear i heard a chuckle from Jeff. I narrowed my eyes and glared at the road, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. Thank God Jensen wasn’t here. "Fine, Dmitri. Fuck you."    "You know, I seen Kylin's tits one time, they're pretty fucking awesome." Rich chimed in from the backseat. Jeffrey's eyebrows almost hit his hairline.    "I've seen 'em before too. Definitely pay-per-view worthy." Rob bobbed his head up and down in agreement. "She's fucked my wife before while I watch-"    "Okayyyy so, everyone in the car has seen my tits can we-" I tried to say before I was cut off. "I've never seen them," Jeffrey drawled in protested with a smirk.     Everyone got silent as I glared at him through the mirror once more, before declaring, "And you never will."    I pulled up to my parents’ drive way without getting out, still needing to go back to my place to shower and change and get ready for the festivities that would be happening all day long and into the night. Jensen and Josh both walked up to the car to greet me as I popped the trunk again as the men crawled out. Jensen tucked his head in through the driver's side window at the same time Josh did the same to the passenger side. "Brothers" I said menacingly, glaring a head at the garage door. "Sister" they both replied in unison.    "What is he doing here, and why did you make me have to pick him up from the airport?" My question was obviously aimed at the birthday boy.    "Because you were closer and his plane just so happen to land at the same time as the others'." he smirked, skipping over the first half of my inquiry. "Josh is right here."  I whipped my head around to glare at my eldest brother.    "I was helping Jason set up the stage." He lifted his hands up defensively with a giggle.    "Shut up, I wasn't talking to you." I narrowed my eyes at him before turning back to Jensen. "He was helping set up the stage." Jensen repeated with his own laugh. "First question then?" I cocked my head to the side.    "Because he was my friend before he was your fuck buddy." Jensen's face went still.    "Jensen," Josh said with a warning. He knew I was pissed already, 'why add fuel to the fire?' "We never fucked." I growled through gritted teeth. "Whatever." Jensen rolled his eyes. "Do you even want me to come tonight?" "Yes." "Then shut the fuck up before I knock those perfect teeth down your throat." I threw my car in reverse as the boys stepped away just in time not to get their feet ran over. 

​When I got home I immediately called Vicki. "He said something, didn't he?" She immediately said as a greeting. "Yuuup," I replied, popping my lips, "Right in front of Jeffrey, too." "Shit. He's there? Fuck." I could hear the cringe in her voice. "Yeah, dude, ugh." I raised my palm to my for head as I walked to the bathroom. "Well, what are you going to do?" She asked as I started pulling my clothes off.    "I don​'​t know, man. I didn​'​t think I'd have to see him again. Jensen's doing this on purpose." I put the phone on speaker as I finished undressing and started the shower.    She sighed before replying, "Probably. I think you should talk to him. You were drunk the last time you saw him and was in a really bad place."    I sighed back before stepping in the shower and calling out to her, "I'm still in a bad place, Vicks."    "I know that, hun, but not as bad as you were 3 weeks ago. I'm sure he understands." She said as I lathered my shampoo into my hair    "Pffft. I was a total cunt to him when I picked them up. He didn​'​t see​m​ too thrilled to see me, either" spoke through the water as I rinsed my hair.    "Well I don't know what to tell you. Wash your ass and don​'​t abuse my husband too much" she laughed before disconnecting the call.    With a roll of my eyes I finished my shower before stepping out to blow dry my hair and do my makeup. once finished I stepped back into my bedroom to get some clothes on, choosing a simple floral romper that had a halter neck and was short enough to show my thigh tattoos. I threw on my black high wedge sandals before grabbing my purse and keys and heading back to Richardson. 

   "​Kylin's here! It's shot time!" I heard Richard call the second I walked into the house.    "Jesus Christ" I mumbled under my breath as I felt everyone shift their eyes to where I stood by the front door.    Misha immediately broke out into a sprint towards me, pushing past the small group of people in the dining room. Once he reached me, he scooped me up into his arms and spun me around before setting me down and throwing arm around my waist, ushering me into the kitchen where my parents were sitting at the kitchen table with Jensen, Jared, and Josh, ready with loaded shot glasses.    "What the fuck are you doing, Mom?" I urged, surprised at the sight of my mother with a large margarita glass in front of her beside a shot glass of Tequila.    "Ky, It's not" -hiccup- "Everyday" -hiccup- "That your son turns" -hiccup- "Forty" My dad giggled, sneaking his face over to where my mom's margarita straw was.    "Alan Ackles, get your own!" My mother scolded, smile on her lips while she smacked my father in the face gently with the back of her knuckle. 

“I’m thirty-nine, dad, Lord.” Jensen grumbled as he raised his glass.    I took my place at the table as the room seemed to fill in, Richard bring me a shot shortly before making me scoot over ​to squeeze into my seat with me.    "Here's to the shittiest brother on the planet." I raised my glass sarcastically as everyone laughed, a particular chuckle coming from behind me standing out a little more than the others. I rolled my eyes as I tipped my head back.    "Jesus, I'm too old for this." My mother's sour face puckered and Jensen barked out a laugh, throwing his head back into Dani behind him.    "I don't think I've ever seen your parents drunk," She giggled, placing her hands on Jensen's shoulders.    "I have, he tried to steal my wife from me!" Jared boomed, hugging Gen’s big belly protectively while shooting fake daggers at my dad, who was wagging his finger drunkenly at Jared.    "Guys, it's barely 5, go take a nap" Makenzie sighed, always the responsible one, with a hand on both of our parents' shoulders.    "Come on, Kenz, live a little!" I boomed, lifting my glass in Rob's direction, who was holding the bottle of Crown.    "You live enough for the both of us, Sis," She said sarcastically, narrowing her eyes at me.    Rob reached my side, attempting to shield me from the obvious feeling that was Jeffrey's stare to the back of my head and began pouring me another shot. He looked down at me through the corner of his eye with a wink and a smirk. I smirked back while lifting my hand from my lap to loop my finger into his back belt loop. He wiggled his ass against my hand and arm, making me giggle. "You good?" He squinted as he filled his glass as well.

I peered around him and caught Jeffrey’s eye for a split second before looking back up to him with a smirk, “I will be.”

   I spent most of the evening outside by the pool with Misha and Rob, one of them near me at all times, and constantly flirting. I was sprawled across one of the outside benches with my feet in Misha's lap and my head in Rob's, who was playing with my hair while I scratched at that fucking grey patch in his beard, when Jeffrey finally had enough liquid courage to try to talk to me. Rob's fingers stilled in my tresses and Misha smacked my feet off of him, prompting me to sit up correctly. 

"What do you want?" I sighed. Rob and Mish both rolled their eyes. "Come on, Rob, let's go spank the birthday boy" Misha laughed. Both men stood simultaneously. I glared at their backs as Jeffrey moved to sit beside me. "This okay?" He asked, only slightly sarcastic.    "How have you been, Jeffrey?" I sighed again, ignoring his question while reaching for my beer. "Good, yourself? You look....better." I took a sip while nodding my head. "Look, Ky-" he tried, but I cut him off. "I get it, dude. Its cool. I was drunk, I should have known better. My fault."    "You know that it wasn't because I didn't want you, right?" He whispered, looking around to make sure no one was listening. "You don't have to lie to me, Mr. J, I get it."    He groaned and scrubbed his face with his hands, "I'm not fucking lying, Kylin. God dammit. What did you want, me to treat you like some whore?" he furrowed his bows and gestured his hands in the question. I rolled my eyes and mumbled, "at least then I'd gotten what I wanted." 

   With a shake of my head I stood up and headed inside to find my things. The 3 sentence conversation had me wanting to get the hell oout of there. I told everyone I wasn't feeling well, told Jensen and the boys bye and left, but drove to the club instead of home.

   "Ky, someone bought you off." John said once entered the dressing room, sweat dripping down his forehead per usual. I had just finished getting (un)dressed and was putting on my 9 inch heels. "The fuck? I just got here?" I questioned, furrowing my brows in confusion,    "I'm not allowed to say who. Its supposed to be a surprise." He giggled. I looked at him with a shocked look on my face "Don​'​t be stupid, Kylin" he shifted his glance, understanding my expression.    "Fine, whatever" I huffed before hauling myself up and stalking to the V​.​I​.​P section.    John eventually caught up to my long legs and escorted me into the champagne room, which was empty save a bottle of crown and a stack of money on the table.    "​Must be in the restroom" John noted as I flopped onto the couch, leaning over to pick up the large group of bills.    "Hmmm" I replied, sifting through the hundreds. There had to at least be three grand here.    I confirmed the amount correctly as John nodded to me before leaving. Shortly after, the curtain moved again, revealing who had paid for me to be off the floor for the night. Of course, it was Jeffrey.    "Nope, not doing this." I instantly threw the pile of money back on the table and hoisted myself back to my feet. Jeff blocked the exit.    "I just paid for a taxi to drive me almost 2 hours away, girl." He narrowed his eyes and clasped his hands together in front of him. "What are you doing, Jeffrey?" I glared, trying to move around him. "Well I figure if this is the only way to talk to you..." He trailed off with a chuckle.    I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms as he moved around me to sit on the couch.    "Wanna drink?" He asked nonchalantly, lifting the bottle from the ice bucket and cracking it open.    "Whatever, Jeffrey. You're lucky I need my rent." I huffed as I stomped back over to the couch and threw myself down like a child.    "That's right, baby girl, Daddy will take care of you tonight." He drawled, voice rough like gravel suddenly as he handed me the glass of whiskey. I narrowed my eyes at him again as he let out another deep chuckle. ​   "What? You wanna act like a whore, I'll treat you like one." He growled, taking a sip of his own drink as he let his free hand danced across the space between us on the couch to my thigh.    I huffed out a laugh as I spread my legs over his lap before taking another hearty swig of liquor, "So, ​​​you do think I'm a whore, huh?" I said, seductive tone to my voice.    Jeffrey choked on another laugh while shaking his head at me, "What ever will get you to talk to me, sweet heart," He ran his fingertips across my shin bones, enticing goosebumps to come to the surface of my flesh. ​ ​   I finished off the remaining liquid in the tumbler before removing my legs from his lap and re-positioning to straddle him. His eyebrows shifted upward, surprised by my actions as he leaned us forwards for us to place our glasses on the table. He leaned back and moved his hands to my hips. 

   "So, what would you like to talk about, Mr. Morgan?" I said seductively, beginning to grind down on his lap in pace with the r&b song playing over the speakers.    His eyes had sank to where our bodies met, and he tilted his hips into mine with a low growl. He ran his hand up the my ribs and onto my back, his wide palm almost covering my shoulder blades as his fingers found a place in my hair.    "What could ever make you think I don't want you?" He rasped, eyes as deep as coal in the dim light as I continued to shift my hips into his. I stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say.    "I needed you, and you wouldn't have me," finally came out of my mouth, as cold as I intended it to.    With a growl of frustration Jeffrey shifted us, laying me down onto the cushion of the couch on my back as he positioned himself between my thighs much like on New Years. "I'd have you right now if I could, doll." 

   My breath had hitched in my throat as I stared into his pupils, riddled with lust. Heat pooled between us as bent his head forward to kiss at my sternum, followed by him dragging his thick beard upward to my chest. He brought his hands from my sides to my breasts, pushing them together to bury his face in between them with a rock of his hips against mine. My hands went into his hair, gently tugging at the sensations that he was bringing about within me. Without warning he flipped us back to our original position and tugged at the string that was holding my bikini top in place.    "Let me so those tits that everyone's seen but me," He growled, eyes focused on my heaving chest as he pulled the material from my skin. His black irises twinkled with a hunger as he bit his bottom lip​ before returning his gaze to my face.    "Ohhh, God damn, woman." He grunted before rutting his face against me again, tongue and teeth ravishing.    "Jeff," I involuntarily moaned, tilting my head back at the feeling of his hands and lips against my flesh.    "Mmmmm," He rasped into my ear, lifting his hips in time with mine, "I missed the way you sound. So pefect."    I tightened my grip in his hair as I dug down more, reveling in the friction felt by my thin t-back being ground up against his rough denim jeans. He splayed his hands across my back, pulling me down into the sensation as his nails lightly left crescent marks where he held onto me.  He lifted his head to look into my eyes, irises darting around my face momentarily before he grabbed me by the back of the head and forcefully pushed his lips against mine with a guttural groan from his chest.     Instantly, every doubt that I had had or anger or any other emotion, for that matter, went right out of the fucking window. I whimpered against his mouth as I parted my lips and pushed my tongue against his, desperate to be closer. He pulled me away by my hair long enough to stare into my eyes for a second, as if in question, before colliding himself with me again. Our motions became harsher against each other, and his hands were everywhere. I could feel the strain in his jeans push harder and harder against the flimsy fabric between my legs as I rotated my hips in tiny circles against him, pulling moans from me and grunts from him. His lips moved down to my neck where he bit the sensitive flesh, leaving light red marks in his wake. His hands traveled from my back to my ass, his fingertips running over the strings at my hips, tugging at them teasingly. The pressure in my belly pushing me further and further into oblivion with every buck and grind.    "You gonna come for me, baby?" He whispered as he dipped his hand between our bodies to feel the wetness soaking my panties. All I could reply back with was another tongue-heavy kiss and a whimper as my body exploded and a cry left my lungs. White spots clouded behind my eyelids as he wrapped his long arms around my back, holding me close to him as he pushed me further into his lap before grunting himself, fingers flexing in their place on my shoulders.    "Only woman alive that can resort me back to a fuckin' teenager, you know that?" He whispered in my ear before looking at me in the face again. Both of us had a slight sheen of sweat coating our skin, our breaths still ragged and shaky. I slunk off his lap to the side of him and turned with my feet still on his thighs to make us drinks.    "You get what you came here for, Mr. Morgan?" I snickered as I handed him his glass of whiskey.    "Seems like we both did, Ms. Ackles" he chuckled back with a smile, hand wrapping around one of my ankles. 

part eight: https://hornsbeforehalos.tumblr.com/post/164096328644/anytime-sweetheart-part-8

[theblack-wolf]

I know this request may be awkward and pathetic, but I’m really in an bad habit/mood this period worse than normal, and idk even if is a little thing it make me feel better. I would really love an imagine (smutt, fluff and drama) with a reader in a wheelchair. I need love and rap presentation lol with any jdm’s character (Negan, Ike Evans, Jason, Max, John W. Etc) if any of you want to take this request i would be so happy, if it makes u uncomfortable I understand, I don’t mind. Is for who is tagged but even who aren’t or who knew someone who can “help” me. I love y'all work. Thank u for the attention 💕

Tag: @negandarylsatisfaction, @i-am-negan-trash, @itsneganslucille, @jdmfanfiction, @crzcorgi, @ashzombie13, @dixonsbait, @negansoutpost etc

[a03feed-percico]

Reunião

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by Accohen

Nico respirou fundo e se transportou para a entrada do acampamento meio-sangue. Já sentindo vontade de dar meia-volta, ele colocou a máscara que ele levava em seu bolso, enquanto via a enorme faixa que estava pendurada magicamente no ar: “Festa de máscaras, aniversário de 10 anos. Venha comemorar conosco!“ Nico respirou fundo novamente e, apenas com a promessa que ele havia feito a Hazel em mente, Nico passou pela faixa colorida e caminhou em direção às pessoas que se abraçavam e gritavam um no ouvido da outra, se balançando no ritmo da música. Tudo bem, isso já era demais para ele. Nico se virou, já se preparando para se transportar pelas sombras, quando deu de cara com um peito largo e musculoso que o fez cambalear para trás. — Olha o que você fez, seu-- — Nico? Nico di Angelo? Ah, eu nunca esqueceria esses olhos negros. Nico olhou para cima e sentiu o ar fugir de seu peito. Ele não deveria estar ali. (Kinktober 2018) PS: Então, essa historia deveria ter sido algo smutt e sexo, mas acabou que está se tornando muito mais enredo e fluff do que o esperado. Então, tenha em mente é: 20% smutt, 20% fluff e 60% enredo. 100% Pernico é claro e talvez uns 5% Jacico.

Words: 1307, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Português brasileiro

Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson & The Olympians (Movies), The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Nico di Angelo, Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang

Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo/Jason Grace/Percy Jackson

Additional Tags: Kinktober 2018, pernico - Freeform, Percico - Freeform

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Mission Accepted {Headcanon}***

Warning: Cursing, SMUTT, NSFW, Tease, Many Words

Words: 2.3k

Note: Thank you all for reading, as always, I appreciate each of you and your feedback. I hope you enjoy it!!!

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You and Jason have been together for some time now. It started as an innocent flirtation whenever you saw each other at the same coffee shop for a month straight. Both of you barely spoke verbally, all your talking was done through eyes and smiles. It wasn’t until you bumped into each other at a bookstore several weeks later did he approach you. That day you spent hours in the bookstore just perusing the shelves and talking about what books you liked. 

You fell for his beautiful mind before you fell for his looks. Don’t get it wrong, Jason was Fine with a capital F. You’d have to be blind not to see it and dead for it not to affect you. His eyes were something else, intense and always so complex. He always carried a mysterious air around him, and it drew you in like nectar for a bee. You wanted to keep your relationship under the radar because you found the whole fame thing weird. Jason, on the other hand, wanted to protect what you had, but he wanted to take you to every event and overseas location and truth be told you wanted to be with him all the time too.

Your romance started slow, because of his career but once the two of you established your feelings for one another and confessed them things progressed quickly and effortlessly. It was as if the two of you were made for each other. You understood him and he understood you, there was no need for words and long drawn out explanations. It was something you’d never experienced with anyone else before.

From the start it was clear Jason was an alpha and he came across as a leader who was always in control, part of it was his aura and the other was his 6’ 4 frame. He was massive and the day you found out he was triply blessed in other areas you were pleased but intimidated.

You’d told him you wanted to go slow and he respectfully agreed and never tried to push you to do anything you weren’t ready for. That didn’t mean that everything was off the table. Almost every chance you got the two of you were making out, dry humping, and using your hands on each other to bring the other to the heights of pleasure.

A few times Jason attempted to go down on you, you always stopped him and quickly turned the tables on him. Seeing how big he was always made you want him even more and you showed him just how much you did. He never questioned why you stopped him every time, he just assumed it was something you weren’t comfortable with.

It took nearly two months after uttering those magical three words to each other for you to swallow any fear you held about not being able to take him or measure up to his other exes. The night you were together at your house he’d just gotten back in town from a three-week press tour. You were so happy to see him, and he was equally happy to have you in his arms. 

The two of you were making out and caressing each other things were quickly heating up. You rolled on Jason and straddled his hips. You could feel his hardness pressed onto your already wet folds. The feel of his hardness had you rocking back and forth across his need. Every swipe your hips made he groaned. 

Jason brought his hands to dig his hands into your hair at the nape of your neck and crushed his lips to yours. You moaned against him and ground your hips more forcefully. Jason trailed his hand down your back to cup your ass. As he did, he tore his lips from yours and clamped them on your neck and sucked the skin there. 

“Fuck!”

Jason smiled and bit your neck. You hissed and began lifting off his shirt. Jason sat up and lifted his arms allowing you to pull it off. His hair dropped around his face and he looked so damn good. 

“You’re biting your lip again.”

You smiled. “You look so good.” His smile was wide, and it lit up his eyes. You loved his smile. He moved his hands to the buttons of your shirt then looked into your eyes again asking for permission. You nodded your head giving it confidently.

Jason undid your shirt. When it sagged open revealing your bra it was his turn to bite his bottom lip. 

“God, you drive me crazy.” He connected his lips at your collar and peppered kisses along your clavicle down the center of your chest to each swell of your breasts. When his lips connected to your hardened nipple you hugged his head to you. He moaned as he sucked through the material of your bra. 

Quickly you unhooked it needing to feel his mouth against you. When your bra straps slid down your arms the cups remained where they were. Jason’s eyes met yours and the look in them made your sex quiver. He looked back to your breasts and slowly pulled the material from them to reveal your flesh to his eyes. At the sight of your bare breasts, Jason sucked in a powerful breath before he groaned. 

“You’re perfect.” Jason cupped your breasts and dropped his mouth to one pert nipple and ravished it. There was no way you could keep your moans down, they tumbled freely from you and one after the other got louder and louder. 

Jason then quickly flipped you over and you kept your legs tightly wrapped around him. He pressed forward and the hard ridge of his manhood made you arch backward feeding your breasts to him.

 Several minutes passed with him raising goosebumps across your skin and making your panties wetter than ever. You knew that tonight was the night and you knew if he touched you, you’d come. Jason’s mouth left your nipple and trailed down the center of your body to your stomach and then your pelvis. He looked up to you as his fingers hooked at the waistband of your leggings.

Choosing the nonverbal path, you hooked your fingers in the waist beside his and inched them lower. Jason looked shocked but the passion couldn’t be missed. His eyes dropped to your waist as he watched your actions. He angled to the side giving you enough room to disrobe yourself. Once you kicked the garment free it flicked somewhere across the dimly lit room. 

Jason’s eyes roamed over your body before his eyes landed at your pelvis. Under the heat of his gaze, your skin prickled and burned. You wanted his hands all over you. You spread your legs wider giving him a better view of the treasure he was about to discover. In a heartbeat, Jason hooked his fingers around your thong and slowly pulled it from your hips and your body. When he got eye level with your sex you began closing your legs.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m gonna taste a slice of heaven.” 

As he lowered his head your hand connected with it and gently pushed him away. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

“No, nothing like that. Just, you don’t have to.”

“I want to—I need to taste you.”

“Jason, it’s okay.” 

Your continued protest had him sitting up and going beside you. “What’s wrong.”

You didn’t want to admit this, but you had no choice. If you didn’t tell him now it would seem strange. “It’s nothing, not a big deal it’s just I’ve never—had that done.”

The way he looked at you made you feel like an alien. “I mean, no-one’s ever—we’ve never gotten--.”

“Wait, wait. Are you saying no one has ever gone down on you?”

You shook your head and tried not to feel like a completely inexperienced loser. It wasn’t something that had come up. Your previous boyfriends hadn’t attempted to, and you never pressed the issue. For years you’d just gotten used to it and went on with life. When you explained this to him, he looked confused then slightly angry.

“My god, Y/N.”

“Don’t make it weird. Please.”

“No, baby girl--.”

Jason moved between your legs again, but he pulled you to him spreading your legs on either side of him.

“The only thing that is weird is that any man would ever think to not take it there. It literally baffles me. Y/N. I want you, all of you, every single part of you. I want to kiss you everywhere, I want you on my tongue, I want to make you squirm, arch and scream my name because my mouth is driving you crazy.”

His words had an effect and just like that you wanted it too.

“If it’s not what you want—genuinely want, then fine I’ll understand, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

With your bottom lip sucked in your mouth you nodded and laid back. Jason watched you, giving you more time to change your mind. He was devising a plan to show you all the pleasure he could give you without his dick. 

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Once you uttered the words Jason kissed your pelvis and then kissed up along your inner thigh before he sucked your flesh into his mouth. You moaned and watched his every move. He was glad for it, he wanted you to watch him give you the best orgasm you’d ever had.

He lowered himself coming eye to eye with your wet folds, he fought the urge to rush ahead, he wanted to make this last. Locking eyes with yours he placed a small kiss right on your clit. You sucked in a breath then latched your bottom lip into your mouth. He placed kiss after kiss, each kiss was nosier than the one before. On the last kiss, he sucked your bud into his mouth and pulled his mouth back allowing it to slip out. You exclaimed loudly as you grabbed the sheets next to you.

“You taste incredible baby girl.” Jason stuck his tongue out and ran it along your slit from opening to clit. Once the tip of his tongue connected with your clit, he flicked it once then twice and a third. Again, you gasped. He was already enjoying your responses. 

Slowly he repeated the same action. Then he used the tip of his tongue to trail circles around your now swollen bud. Your moan turned deep, and he felt your thighs begin to close. Bringing his hands to them he pressed them apart and pinned them to the bed. He wanted unrestricted access. Every second he tasted you his own desire inched higher and higher. Soon he knew his need would be gargantuan. 

He could feel your body gently quivering but it wasn’t enough for him. Using his fingers, he parted your folds to expose the sensitive part of your sex and quickly flicked his tongue across you. You gasped and lifted up onto your elbows and watched him intently. One of your hands touched the top of his head and remained there. Your moans turned to audible pants and screeches until he felt resistance with your thighs as they tried to press together. 

“Fuck Jasss—on! Aaah!” The way your body shook gave him great pleasure. He pulled his lips from you and blew onto your wetness allowing your body to cool just a bit.

“Oh my god.”

“You have no idea how good you taste.” For emphasis, he licked your slit again. You bucked and tried to pull away.

“Ah, wait.”

“No, not waiting.” Jason licked you again and concentrated his tongue at your opening where he collected your essence and moaned as he lapped every drop up. The feeling was a subtle pleasure, one that felt like a gentle massage, a relaxing soft touch that slowly fanned the flames of a fire in you that had since been spent but was also reigniting that very same fire. You touched his cheek and watched him marveling at how good he was with his tongue. 

Jason’s actions changed from gentle tongue swipes to eager flicks and sucks. Your body quickly went into a frenzy before you felt him suck your clit into his mouth and suck. In a matter of seconds, you felt your orgasm storm through you. Jason didn’t stop he continued until another orgasm was barreling over the previous one. 

When you were sure you couldn’t take anymore you felt his tongue slip inside of you then retreat before doing it again. His tongue sped as he moaned. His thumb swiped your opening before it met your clit again and circled it. Your back arched off the bed and your hands held his head in place. You’d lost control of your body and the part of your brain that controlled speech. Curse after curse spilled from you through your moans and pants. 

“Fuck!” You felt wetness and head Jason’s slurps and you involuntarily moved your sex against his mouth. He didn’t pull away, instead, he took everything you gave, and you received everything he gifted. 

When your body dropped to the bed you were a quivering, panting mess. Jason kissed a trail from the top of your mound across your belly up to one of your breasts until he met your lips. What was to be a sweet kiss turned into a passionate exchange that allowed you to taste yourself. Though your body was completely spent you felt the stirrings of your arousal.

“I only ever want to taste you again. You respond so well to me babygirl.”

You reached down to grip his dick, but he stopped your hand.

“Tonight was for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“My night will come.”

The fire in his eyes could not be missed and anticipation and desire rolled in one and settled in the pit of your stomach. Jason kissed you again and brought you to his chest and that is where you remained as you fell into the best sleep you’d ever had.