#jock boyfriends…

[vancemedicibutwhimsical]

feeling veyr self indulgent right neow… have some oc x canon while i make some canon arts :3

[sourlove]

YANDERE JOCK 🏈

TW: OBSESSION, YANDERE THEMES, STALKING, MILD HARASSMENT, IMPLIED MURDER

(FEMALE CHEERLEADER READER)

Yandere! Jock who is convinced that the two of you are dating.

Yandere! Jock who is like a golden retriever but is a freaking beast on the field and absolutely crushes every game because he sees you cheering on the sidelines for him. When asked how he gets his wins, he says, "My girl is watching. Can't let her down."

Yandere! Jock who blows you kisses and waves even when you ignore him. He just loves you so much and is so happy when he spots you. Sure you might not always respond but the just means he has to try harder next time.

Yandere! Jock who doesn't care when you tell him to leave you alone. You're probably just in a bad mood but it's okay! He'll make you feel better!

Yandere! Jock who has the school also convinced that you guys are dating. He follows you around like a puppy and he always calls you 'my girl' so people naturally assumed you were together. Whenever you try to squash the rumors, he amps it up again.

Yandere! Jock who loves when people think you're together. He begs asks you to wear his letterman jacket so you have his name on you. He literally lights up if you wear it because it's cold or you want him to stop pestering you.

Yandere! Jock who only messes up during games when he stops to watch your cheer routine. If you're on top of a pyramid or some other dangerous stunt, he's rushing off the field to catch you. The football coach has since banned you from participating in any stunts.

Yandere! Jock who is glued to you so much that you slowly start to get used to his presence. He takes advantage of your indifference and tries to do more stuff to get you to acknowledge him. He carries your stuff, buys you lunch, drives you home and even walks you home when you don't want to enter his car. Sure, you don't exactly know he's walking with you but he's just looking out for his best girl!

Yandere! Jock who is so eager to see you, sometimes, that he's waiting outside your door first thing in the morning. What you don't know is that he's been there all night, staring at your window and waiting for you to wake up.

Yandere! Jock who bribes the cheerleaders to wingman for him. All of a sudden, your team is telling you what a sweetheart he is and how you guys look so great together. With all these people on his side, you have to give in sooner or later, right?

Yandere! Jock who finally asks you to be his girlfriend officially and is over the moon when you agree. If you thought he was clingy before, just wait. He's started leaving his things around for you to wear or carry like he's staking his claim on you. You have to explain the concept of personal space and alone time to him but he just stares at you in confusion. Why would you not want to be around him all the time? He loves being around you!

Yandere! Jock who runs up after every game to hug you, despite your protests because he's so sweaty. It's like a dog being so excited they just jump on you and lick all over you. His teammates have to drag him away to his dismay. He just wanted to give you a little kiss, why's everyone keeping you from him?

Yandere! Jock who let's you take charge, in and outside of the bedroom. Boy's just happy to be there.

Yandere! Jock who is clingy even in his sleep. He likes to lay on top of you so you can't slip away and leave him all alone. He's huge so it's like sleeping under a giant space heater. If it's too hot to cuddle, he pouts and whines when you tell him not to touch you at all. He still finds a way though, and sometimes you wake up to him holding your hand from across the pillow wall.

Yandere! Jock who is actually pretty harmless. He's like a giant puppy and isn't violent with the people around you. All he wants is your love and attention 24/7 and everyone is pretty much used to his antics to know where the line is drawn. That is, until a new person comes to school and starts making moves on you.

Yandere! Jock who is usually very friendly but is cold with only them and refusing to leave your side when they're near you.

Yandere! Jock who is in a great mood when they suddenly disappear without a trace.

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@justabratsworld @pinkrose1422 (i feel like you'll like this oc lol)

[werecreature-addicted]

Bully knot bully knot bully knot bully knot-

Jock bully werewolf who catches you standing outside in the rain, he laughs before offering you a ride... for a price of course.

Normally the price for a ride is good old-fashioned road head, but with the heavy rain and slick roads it's a little too risky for you to be leaning over distracting him with your mouth around his cock, so you'll have to make it up to him another way.

the second the car is in park Ceaser jerks his seat back and down and tugs you onto his lap. Don't be so shy, go on and ride him, he knows you want to, a slut like you is always desperate for some good dick and he assures you that with the downpour no one will see the two of you fucking and besides, you owe him for the ride.

you awkwardly strip and try your best to not hit the horn with your ass, before sitting in his lap again. You don't ride him as much as you hover above his lap and let Ceaser snap his hips up driving his big dick into you. just because you're the one on top doesn't mean you get to be in control or set the pace, He doesn't let his fucken fleshlight control the tempo either.

He digs one of his clawed hands into your hip, the other he uses to wrap around your throat squeezing hard enough to let you see stars then releasing again laughing as you gasp for air.

"Beg me to cum inside of you," he growls, the car rocking back and forth with each powerful thrust of his hips. He lets go of your neck making you a little dizzy with the sudden rush of blood back to your head.

"come on you stupid bitch use that air for something useful and beg for my cum," he spits, you can tell he's close to his orgasm, He'll probably cum soon either way but you obey him

"Please Ceaser- please give it to me,"

He snarls in pleasure as he pushes his knot into you and he cums, you whimper at the full feeling. your thighs trembling. he reaches between your legs stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb.

"shhh, you always whine like a bitch when I knot you, you should be used to it by now. my knot isn't that big is it?" he teases, slowly rocking his hips back and forth as he rubs your clit.

"I-It is big it hurts," you whine which only makes him snicker.

"Awe such poor baby. must be hard being a slut who can't even take a knot properly, I'm just going to have to keep fucking you and training that tight cunt." His harsh laugh is cut off and twisted into a moan when you cum, clenching around his already-spent cock.

"fuck pretty, warn me next time," he gasps. "I should beat your ass for cumming without permission."

"Please don't Ceaser," you plead, falling down against his chest, his swollen knot still stuck inside of you. He rolls his eyes and huffs annoyed. Still, he was feeling generous right this second. Maybe he'd let you keep his knot warm for a little while longer and he'd count that as your punishment.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Ghosted

Male Jock Yandere Ghost x Gender Neutral Nerd Ghost Reader

CW: Reader death, ghosts, spirit world, manipulative yandere, stalking, general yandere behavior, consensual sex

Word Count: 801

(Trying to get back into the habit of writing, this is the result, hope you like it! I consider a demented ghost as still being a monster and therefore still teratophilia.)

You had died in college. One moment, you were being your nerdy self, rummaging through your binder, and the next, you were on the ground. You didn't really remember much, all very fuzzy. Was it a stroke? A brain aneurysm? You had no idea.

Once you were brain dead, though, you stepped from your body and appeared on the ghostly plane. A fog filled realm that somewhat mirrored the world of the living. Though spirits could make alterations, there were spaces untouched by the activities of the still living. 

There were a lot of ghosts. Many of them wandered aimlessly or were stuck in a loop of denial, acting out behaviors as if they were still alive. Others lashed aggressively, unable to regain their grip on their sanity. 

You mostly kept to yourself. Like Jonesy taught you. He was a former jock about your age when he died in the late 80s. He still wore his letterman jacket. You weren't limited to the clothes you died in, but you figured it was a symbol of how he was still attached to his old life.

Jonesy had taught you a lot of things. He had pretty much been your mentor since you had died. He was there waiting when you passed. He said he had sensed someone might die as he was wandering the halls of the college, where he had also died years ago. 

Jonesy said he was stuck in a loop. Being alone had made him lose his mental stability. But when he sensed you were about to die, it snapped him out of it. He said you saved him, so he wanted to get to know you and help you navigate the land of the dead. 

Plus, being together would help prevent the two of you from getting mentally frail. 

It was a bit of a paradox. Jonesy taught you to avoid most spirits, but communication and relationships were essential to staying sane. 

"You just have to know the right types to befriend. Many of the people here have a darkness in them and can drag you down if you're not careful."

He also told you the other secret to remaining stable. 

"You have to keep busy, do stuff. Don't get too bored."

There was a surprising amount you could do as a ghost. You could go to stores and yoink whatever you wanted, eat whatever you wanted, play video games, there was even a ghost version of the internet! 

Getting infinite free popcorn at the movies was your favorite thing. Jonesy always did that lame pretend yawn thing that ended with his arm wrapped around you. It was nice, though. Made you feel safe. You had been touch starved in life.

The transition to him being your boyfriend was so seemless and natural that you barely noticed that it had happened. You had never stopped any of his advances. Cuddling you, holding you, and smooching your cheek.

You didn't even question it when chaste kisses led to him kissing you hungrily before carefully taking off your clothing, like he was removing the wrapping from something delicate. 

Soon you found yourself laying ass up on his bed with him pounding into you, drinking in all your lusty moans and unabashed calling of his name.

He gripped your hips firmly as he came deeply into you; the pleasure made you see stars. His girthy cock stretched you wonderfully. You felt so lucky and special that this jock spirit had taken an interest in you, a lowly nerd.

Jonesy felt lucky too. He hadn't been in a loop. For a year before your death, he had been haunting you, It was difficult to peek into the living world, but once he found you, he was addicted. 

He loved watching you read books, study, and watch anime. He especially loved watching you shower, fervently jerking hinself off as he did so. 

It wasn't enough though. He needed to have you with him! You had been so perfect for him. You were kindred souls in a way. You were always alone and starved for attention. You'd fall for his affections easily, and you wouldn't just crossover beyond the purgatory the two of you were now in, you were too depressed for that.

Influencing people who were still alive was nearly impossible, but decades of being alone had made Jonesy angry and bitter. He used those emotions as fuel and tried many times to trip you down the stairs or get you to stroll into traffic absentmindedly. Finally, the jock was successful in busting something in your head.

At long last, you were with him. As he held you tightly, after making love several more times, he knew he'd be able to keep you there forever and he'd never have to be alone again. 

[fitstud]

Boy next door 🙂

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Jock wants Nerdy You... Badly

🦦: Hi, it's my first time requesting without anon, so please excuse any awkwardness.

Can I request maybe yandere jock/bully x  extremely anxious male reader with an oral fixation? Only if you want, though.

A/N: I decided to go with jock since I haven’t written that yet. Hope you like it!

[Yandere! Jock x Anxious! GN! Reader]

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Chase is the captain of the baseball team, and he’s helped lead the team to several victories. He’s an all-star athlete and has scores of girls (and some guys) throwing themselves at his feet. As if his position at the top of the school sports hierarchy wasn’t enough, the young man was also blessed with a pretty impressive body too— muscles for days and coming in well over six feet tall.

And he loves you so much!

But you don’t pay too much attention to Chase because you’re too busy hiding away from everyone due to your extreme social anxiety.

It feels like a curse, really. The mere thought of being trapped in a building (a.k.a. school, *shudder) with a whole bunch of other people who all stare at you and talk about you behind your back is torture!

Hence, you try your best to blend into the crowd and not stand out.

After reading a tip in a mental health article, you resulted to sucking on hard candy when you get stressed out. Your nerves start to climb? You pop a little mint into your mouth and suck on it.

It helps.

And it also garnered the attention of a certain jock.

The mere millisecond that Chase had first seen you popping a piece of candy into your mouth and sucking on it as if your life depended on it, he swore his heart had skipped a beat.

“So cute,” he’d whispered to himself as his eyes honed in on you— focusing on his cute little darling.

He has something else for you to suck on.

And from that moment on, Chase knew you are his.

You just didn’t know it yet. He just had to court you.

Unfortunately, with your social anxiety, that proved to be a little challenge to the lovesick jock.

Chase would frequently wait by your locker for you, trying to strike up a simple conversation that would lead to him asking you out. However, every time you’d see the big guy, you would turn bright red and pop a candy into your mouth, turning around and heading straight for your class instead.

Chase tried to offer you a ride home so that you wouldn’t have to ride the bus— but the idea of one-on-one time in a cramped car with a guy sent shivers down you spine, and you’d barely had time to blurt out, “No thanks!” before sprinting to the bus.

Chase even “surprisingly” transferred into some of your classes. And with one glare at the students sitting next to you, they’d fled, allowing him to take any seat that was closest to yours… but you would refuse to look up from your textbooks, your jaw clenched as you sucked on some hard candy.

But Chase is persistent.

One day, as you’re leaving English class, Chase utilizes his impressive bulk to block the classroom exit from you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said in his deep voice, trying to act all nonchalant, yet his Adam’s apple quivered when he noticed you sucking on something.

“Oh,” you muttered, your face already growing cherry red, “h-hi Chase.” The exaggerated size difference between you and the jock was striking. He completely towered over you and was at least twice as wide with solid muscle. It really made your heart beat faster, both from fear and a little because you thought it was hot.

You sucked on your candy even harder.

Chase casually leaned against the door jam, crossing his big arms in front of his beefy chest. “So, I was wonderin’ if you’d come see me play tonight?” he asked, playfully flexing his massive biceps, the muscle curling out of his short sleeves with the action.

Your eyes widened, but still, the idea of being in the crowded bleachers with a bunch of screaming, rowdy people wasn’t something you looked forward to.

“Um…” you began, trying to think up an excuse to turn Chase down.

Chase could sense your hesitation, and before you could put two and two together, the large jock reached out and snatched you up. He easily tossed you over his broad shoulder, as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

Chase felt on top of the world carrying you, like this was where you belonged: in his arms.

You were stunned silent, unable to move a muscle while in the strong grip of the large jock, who carried you off towards where you assumed would be the gym…

But Chase passed the gym, and even exited the school, heading towards the parking lot.

“Um, wh-where are we going?” you asked. “I thought you had a game?”

Chase puffed out his chest with pride.

He has you! He finally has you! And he’s not going to let go.

Chase stopped in front of his car, practically tossing you inside.

He quickly ran to the driver’s side, starting up the car and speeding off, taking you, his Darling, home with him so that he can really see your sucking skills in action!

[withoutthegoodtitle]

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hi there could I request a top male yandere popular jock with a bttm reader could it be nsfw as well as for the prompt it's all up to you.

Hi, sure thing! As per the ask, this whole thing's gonna be nsfw, so you've been warned!

I definitely feel like I could have written this better, but I hope you all enjoy it as it is.

Also, just want to clarity this now, Reader and Jason are in college. Jason's on a college level football team, just thought I'd clarify in case anyone was confused.

Yandere! Jock With A Bottom Reader

Male! reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior (I'm counting the possessiveness as yandere behavior), NSFW content, rough sex, degradation, orgasm denial, anal sex, creampie, exhibition, biting, marking, extremely possessive sex, minor threats of violence to other people (he would do worse if he wasn't so horny)

Divider credit goes to @cafekitsune

"Fuck, you're so tight. Tightest hole I've ever fucked. C'mon, keep clenching around me like that. You wanna make me feel good, don't you?"

You find it hard to reply with your face smushed up against the locker, your cheek pressing against your teeth. Jason's standing directly behind you, his back pressed firmly against yours as he holds your head against the locker. His fingers grip harshly at your hair, digging into your scalp as he gives a shallow thrust into your ass. The stretch is almost too much, bu you bare it, allowing yourself to loosen up around Jason's cock.

If you were being honest, this was not how you envisioned the night ending. At least, not his exact way. You had assumed that after Jason's game, the two of you would meet up somewhere, you'd congratulate his victory, and then head back to his apartment, or go get dinner, or something along those lines.

So when Jason texted you to meet him at the locker rooms, you hadn't thought much of it. You were nervous about being near his teammates, they never really liked you all that much, but it made sense to meet your boyfriend where he'd be changing before heading out for the night.

What you hadn't expected was for him pull you into the now empty locker room the second you arrived, crashing his mouth against yours. You thought maybe he just missed you, but before you knew it, both of you lost your clothes, Jason's fingers buried themselves deep inside of you, and only moments later, he was pushing into you, groaning as he bottomed out in your ass.

You probably should have expected this. Jason never was one for shame, and besides, he was high off adrenaline, with no way to blow off steam. No way to blow it off, except for you, that is.

"C'mon baby boy, I need a verbal response. Cat got your tongue?"

Jason suddenly gave a harsh thrust into your ass, drawing a embarrassingly loud moan from your lips. You were rock hard, your dick slapping against your stomach as your body jolted forward. You would have been mortified if you were in your right mind, but at this point, the horniness had taken too deep a hold on your mind for you to care. All you wanted was for Jason to move, to wreck you, to pound you until you collapsed to the floor.

"Yrs," you mumble out. "Werna mke you eel grd." You try to buck your ass further into Jason's pelvis, but he stops you, keeping your hips steady with one hand.

Before you can blink, your head is getting yanked away from the lockers, allowing you to speak and breath normally. Jason removes his hand from your head grabbing your chin harshly, forcing you to look him dead in the eyes. It's painful for you to turn your neck so sharply, but you don't dare look way, not when Jason's looking at you with those intense, commanding eyes.

"Awe, poor baby. Can't speak properly." He mocks, bringing his face closer to yours. A smirk adornes his face, one your used to seeing by now, his teeth flashing menacingly. "Let's try that one more time, yeah?"

Despite the hold he has on your jaw, you nod, your eyes wide. "Yes," you whine out, much clearer than before. "Wanna make you feel good!"

His smirk only grows wider, his hold on your jaw growing impossibly tighter. "Yes what, sweetheart?"

You whimper at the lack of movement. You hated how he teased you, never giving you what you wanted until he decided he wanted to. "Yes sir."

"Good, good boy." Jason praises, the same stupid grin plastered on his face. his leans in to kiss you, and you go to meet him, your lips parting as you close your eyes. You can taste the sweat on his chapped lips, no doubt from the long, intense game he had just played. You guessed he'd probably end up even more sweaty before the night was through. You and him both.

He breaks away from you, his bare chest rising steadily as he takes in air. You look back at him, your chest halfway pressed against his, your eyes slowly opening as you wait for his next move.

Before you can blink, Jason's slamming your body against the lockers again, your chest pressed right up against the cool metal as your head snaps foreword. You don't get a warning before he thrusts into you, his pace beyond brutal as he presses himself as far as he can into your hole, his balls slapping up against your ass.

A loud, high pitched moan leaves your throat. He going so fast and so hard that it’s difficult for you to get your bearings. You place your hands on the lockers in front of you, trying to brace yourself against your boyfriend’s unrelenting pace. F-fuck, slow down! It’s too-too much!”

"Oh, is it?" Jason coos, leaning over you so his back is flush against yours, his head leaning on your shoulder. His muscular arms wrap themselves around your stomach, one of his wrists brushing the tip of your cock as he moves to hold you in place. "Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to rile me up during one of the biggest games of the season. What did you expect to happen?"

"Wh-what?" You squeak out, your voice shaky from the unrelenting pleasure. You honestly have no idea what he was talking about. You hadn't even seen him before the game, so when could you possibly have riled him up?

"Don't play dumb sweet boy, you know what you did." He groans, slamming into you again and again, your body shaking under him. He loves seeing you like this, he loves seeing you beneath him, giving up control and letting him do as he pleases to get you both off. "You really think I wouldn't notice that sweet voice of yours calling my name in the stands? You think I didn't notice how you cheered for me whenever I made a play, calling out like I was the only one out there? You think I didn't notice how you smiled at me with that gorgeous little grin of yours? It was like you were begging me to rail you right then and there, I could barely focus on the game with you watching me with those eyes."

"Ah, ah, ah~" you whine, your hard dick leaking pre-cum all over your stomach. You had no idea you were doing anything to provoke Jason, you hadn't even realized he could hear or see you in the stands, but fuck, it felt so good to be taken like this that you found it hard to care that your innocent actions had stirred up a beast inside of Jason. You'd do it forever if it meant he'd make you feel this good afterwards.

Jason grunts behind you, giving a particularly hard thrust in your ass. "But the worst part of it all was that I wasn't the only one who was distracted." He chuckles darkly as you turn your head, confusion shining in your cock drunk eyes. "Oh no, you didn't think the others wouldn't be able to hear you, did you?" His thrusts become harsher, more brutal, if that was even possible. "Because they did. You should have seen them. They couldn't keep your eyes off of you. You know how it feels to have your whole team give your boyfriend lustful looks like that?"

Jason moves his head, opening his mouth and biting down hard on your shoulder. You cry out, the pain and pleasure almost unbearable for your overstimulated body. you knew you weren't going to leave this locker room without several marks all over you, but you couldn't complain. You liked how possessive Jason was over you, how he claimed you over and over and over again, never letting anyone doubt who you belonged to. You were his, and it turn, he was yours, you had not doubts about that.

He releases your skin, kissing the bite mark he left behind before moving to your neck, his lips brushing over your skin before he finds a spot to suck on. "I'll tell you what it's like. It's jealousy-inducing. It's blood-boiling. It's maddening. How dare they look at you like that? Like they'd ever get to have a chance with you? You're mine!" He bites down again and your hips jerk violently, your cock straining for release at the painful ecstasy you're experiencing. You feel him release you, his lips looking for another spot to mark up. "Mine, not theirs! They'll never have you, not like I do. I had to teach them that before they tried anything."

You turn your head to look to him again, your gaze half lidded. "I-oh shit, just like that...what? What-What lesson?" Your face suddenly shifts into an expression of understanding. "They can't...Are they watching right now?"

Jason smiles, this time a little kinder, kissing your forehead lightly. "Oh no baby, don't worry, they can't see you. I would never let them. This," a hand reaches down to your cock, wrapping around it and pumping it at a leisurely, almost teasing pace. "This is for my eyes only. I would never let them see you like this."

"But..." he continues, his smile growing more sinister. He speeds up, the sound of skin meeting skin and your moans of pleasure echoing off the walls. "they can certainly hear you. You didn't think they went home, did you?"

You tense up a little, your face flushing red with embarrassment. Jason's team was still there? And they're listening in? You hadn't seen anyone besides Jason on your way in, so where were they? Were they all standing behind the locker room doors, pressed up against them as they listened in on what their teammate was doing? Were they there the entire time you'd been going at it?!

The hand jerking you off quickens it's pace. A moan tries to force it's way out of your throat, but you stifle it, embarrassment flooding through you at the thought of multiple different men, none of whom you knew very well, if at all, listened in, getting hot and bothered to the sound of your pleasure.

"Ah ah ah," Jason scolds, placing his lips near your ear again. "Don't get all quiet on me now. What happened to all those pretty noises you were making?"

"I-mmmph," you stifle another whine, trying your hardest not to make any noise. You want to answer Jason, but you settle for keeping your mouth shut, too afraid of letting something slip to risk trying to talk.

"Hey," Jason grunts, annoyed with your antics. He suddenly stops moving, snatching away the pleasure you had been so desperately chasing. He takes his hand off your dick, holding it limply at his side instead. "I won the game today, remember? Don't you think I deserve some kind of reward?"

He watches as you nod hesantly, unsure of where he's going with this, but desperate for him to resume fucking you. "You know what I would like, more than anything?"

"N-no?"

He leans closer to your ear, his hot breath enveloping your skin. "What I want," he starts, his voice dangerously low, "is for you to scream my name. I want to remind everyone who you belong to. Can you do that for me?"

You don't answer for a moment, still embarrassed at the prospect of others nearby, but Jason gives one sharp thrust into you, which is all it takes to get you bobbing your head up and down at dangerous speeds. You feel immense relief when Jason picks up where he left off, this time letting all the noises you had been trying to muffle slip out in a torrent of incomprehensible noise. Screw whoever was behind the locker room doors, screw being quiet, you were so close to sweet release, and you refused to mess it up by being too quiet for Jason's liking.

"That's more like it!" Jason's voice comes from above you, his chin moving to rest on top of your bent head. "You didn't seem to mind them hearing you earlier, so why should you care now? Fucking slut. Probably wouldn't mind the whole team having a turn with you, would you?"

"No! No, only yours, don't want anyone else! Just you, only you!" You cry out, dick twitching as your guts get rearranged. Behind you, Jason's pace becomes clunky, more inconsistent. He's getting close, and based on the intense pangs building up in your stomach, you are too. "Shit, keep going, I'm so, so close!"

"Oh yeah?" He breathes out, his chest heaving with the effort of his strokes. "Then prove it. Prove who you belong to. Tell them who owns you!"

"You do!" You whine, your voice cracking. "You, only you, fuck Jason, I'm gonna cum, please don't stop!"

"I wouldn't dream of it." He growls back, picking up the pace. "Cum for me, show them how good I can make you feel."

He watches with fascination as your stomach tenses, your hardened dick spewing white hot cum all over your stomach and thighs, your dick twitching with each burst that comes out. You cry out with pleasure, and he feels pride bubbling in his chest at the reminder that only he can make you cum so hard your seeing stars, only he can see you so weak and pliant, and only he gets to cum inside of you, claiming you as his for the umpteenth time.

Your body shakes as you come down from your orgasm, legs trembling with the effort of keeping you up. You're faintly aware of Jason stilling inside of you, your ass growing warm with the influx of cum flooding your hole, your boyfriend's grunts and groans sounding out loudly in your ears. All the energy in your body has been sapped, leaving you a tired, panting mess under Jason's muscular body. You feel like collapsing, and you almost do, you knees buckling beneath you, before strong arms wrap themselves around you, holding you up by the stomach.

"Awe, poor baby's tired already." Jason taunts, his signature smirk reappearing on his face. He moves one arm up your back and the other down to the back of your knees, swooping you up in a princess carry, holding your tired body close to his sweaty chest. "And you didn't even do anything! I've been running around all day, tackling people, sweating my ass off, and you're tired after just one round?

You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes in bliss. Despite his teasing, you feel safe in Jason's arms, safe enough to forget that his teammates are still there, outside the door.

You let him hold you for a while, trying to catch your breath, jolting a little when he suddenly lowers himself onto a seat nearby. As he sits down, he hooks the pile of clothes you two made with his foot, dragging them toward you two until it's close enough for him to reach with his hands.

"Here." He says, putting you down next to him. "I've got your clothes. Get dressed. We aren't going out there naked." He stands back up, grabbing his own clothes before putting them on, covering his sweaty skin with cleaner clothes.

You follow suit, albeit slower than your boyfriend. You use your boxers to wipe off the cum on your body, reminding yourself to change them when you get back home. Your muscles ache with every movement, your tired limbs in no rush to clothe you in a timely fashion. By the time you finish, Jason's staring at you, watching your every move with bored looking eyes.

"You done?"

You nod. "Sorry for taking so long."

Jason sighs before moving towards you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you two walk towards the door. "It's fine. Save what energy you can while you can. It's gonna be a long night for you." He chuckles at the confused look on your face, his eyes twinkling. "What, you didn't think that was it, did you? Oh no babe, by the time I'm done with you. every muscle in your body's gonna be sore. Be prepared."

You would have responded to him, but before you could, he pushes open the doors, stepping out into the gym beyond them.

Sure enough, his teammates are there, all strewn about in different locations. Most of them look preoccupied with their phones, but you can see the redness on a couple of their faces, not to mention more than one hard on showing through their pants. Some of them look up as you to pass by, but they quickly look away, whether it be from the sight of the hickeys and bite marks on your neck, or because Jason glares at them the second he sees their heads shoot up.

Neither of you say anything as you exit the building, or as you make it to Jason's car. As soon as he unlocks it, you open the door to the passenger seat, sitting down on shaky legs as you wait for Jason to hop in with you.

Eventually he does, but to your surprise, he doesn't start the car. Instead, he turns to you, grabbing your chin with his hands and smashing his lips onto yours. The force shocks you, but you eagerly reciprocate, letting him shove his tongue down your throat while you moan into his mouth.

"Mine." He mumbles against your lips, his eyes slight.y parting to look at you. "Mine. Nobody touches you, nobody looks at you, except for me. I'll beat the shit out of the next person to even glance at you. Understand?"

You nod slightly, breaking apart from him to catch your breath. "Yours." You whisper back. "Only yours."

"Good." He murmurs. He pulls away to start the car, but before he does, he grabs his phone, opening it up to text somebody. You don't pay much attention to that though. You let your mind wander, imagining what Jason will do to you once you get back to his apartment. You have no doubt he'll make good on his promise to make your whole body sore, but the more you think about it, the harder it becomes to suppress a shiver of delight.

You can't wait to see what he has in store for you.

I hope you enjoyed!

[scarletbeastboy]

[ot3showdown]

[sourlove]

Omg the jock is so cute I was wondering if maybe we could get a scenario thing we're maybe reader and jock are at a diner on a hot summer night just chilling idk how you want to interpret that but I love your writing so far ♥️

TW: YANDERE THEMES BUT NOT REALLY SHOWN. LUCAS IS A GOOD BOY

A/N: I immediately thought of like a small town in the 50s or 60s when I read this lol.

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The heatwave that settled over the town had everyone abandoning their houses in favor of hanging out at the lake or starting up their barbeques. You, on the other hand, were heading to a date with a certain someone that evening.

"Y/N! Y/N! Over here!"

You had barely even stepped into the diner when you were swept into a bear hug. You didn't even have to guess who it was, by the way your feet completely stopped touching the ground.

"Hi Lucas," you said wearily. The star football player grinned at you, eyes bright from beneath shaggy, golden curls. You snorted and ruffled his hair. "You doofus, didn't I tell you to get a haircut after practice today?"

Lucas pouted. "I wanted to get here before you did. Look, I got us a booth! You said you like booths so I got us one!"

"Yes, I can see that. Thank you, Lucas." You sighed as he dragged you to a seat at the back of the diner, where the crowd was thinner. Lucas squished himself next to you, instead of opposite, rendering the booth pointless. You didn't mind anyway, as you were used to Lucas doing this.

"What can I get you lovebirds today?" the waitress asked, giving the two of you a grin. You smiled back at her. She had always been kind to you and had on more than one occasion, smacked Lucas with a newspaper for trying to makeout with you in the diner. She playfully glared at him and he stuck his tongue out at her, hugging you closer.

"Hey, Donna. Can we just get two milkshakes and some fries?" You asked, ignoring the way Lucas buried his head in your neck.

"Sure thing, hon." Donna walked away to place your order and you patted your boyfriends head gently. Honestly, it was too hot for his shenanigans. You let him stay like that for a while, though. As much as you refused to say it out loud, sometimes you really enjoyed being smothered by Lucas. It was comforting, like a heavy weighted blanket draped on top of you.

Lucas sighed happily as you combed a hand through his curls. "I thought you said you like when my hair gets long? I was growing it out for you."

"I love your hair, short or long, baby," you said. "But not when it gets in your eyes. If you fumble on the field again, I think Coach is gonna get his scissors and hunt you down to cut it himself."

"You love me?" Unfortunately, everything else you just said was obsolete to this boy. "You mean that, don't you?"

"Of course she does," Donna chimed in, holding a tray of your food. "There has to be a reason she would put up with you slobbering all over her."

"Thanks, Donna. Um-there's only one milkshake?" you questioned.

"Yeah, and two straws." She winked at Lucas. "Enjoy!"

Lucas beamed and immediately stuck the straws into the frothy drink, looking at you with such hopeful eyes, you couldn't do anything but sigh and lean forward to drink. You had to admit, the cold drink was just what you needed to stave of some of the heat of the day. Your eyes fluttered close as you savored the sweet taste.

When you opened them, Lucas's big brown eyes stared back at you.

"What is it this time, Lucas?" you asked with a huff.

"You're just so pretty." He smiled sweetly, the big dope. "I like looking at you."

You and you smacked his arm, though it hurt you more than it probably hurt him. "You're such a sap."

"A sap for you, honeybun~"

"I said don't call me that in public!"

"But whyyyy?"

You stuffed fries into his mouth to shut him up, giggling at his puffed out cheeks. He begged you for more and you rolled your eyes but relented. Sometimes saying no to Lucas was like kicking a puppy, there was no logical reason to. You could practically see his tail wagging as he ate greasy diner fries form your hand, licking your fingers clean.

"Let's go home," he whispered softly when all the fries were gone. The look in his eyes was so intense you grew flustered. Lucas grinned and tossed a few bills on the table, pulling you out of the booth.

You called out a hasty goodbye to Donna and she smiled at the both of you from behind the counter. There was something odd about that boy and the way he looked at you. But then again, who was she too stand in the way of young love?

The night hadn't gotten much cooler, but there was a little breeze stirring up the heat. The smell of grilled meat and distant laughter told that people were still enjoying their evening. You would have to swing by to your neighbor's house later. He always saved leftovers from his barbeque for you and Lucas.

Lucas held your hand tightly as usual. He didn't seem to be in a rush like he was on other nights. "What's on your mind?" you asked, swinging your hands back and forth.

"You."

Shocker. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief. "I can't always be on your mind, dummy." He glanced at you in confusion.

"Why not? You're the best thing that ever happened to me!"

You stopped walking and stared at him. He tilted his head, the action making his curls fall into his eyes again. "What's wrong, honeybun?"

The stupid nickname, the shaggy hair, the dumb, sweet smiles. Everything about Lucas that you once thought was annoying, now made you smile about your boyfriend. This was bad.

He yelped when you suddenly dragged him down by his collar to mash your mouths together but soon reciprocated the kiss happily. When you released him, his face was flushed with another stupid grin plastered over it.

"What was that for? Not that I'm complaining!"

"Nothing," you hummed, linking your fingers again. You would have to get the leftovers later, it seemed. You had plans for your boyfriend that night. "Nothing at all, baby~"

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A/N: Everyone seems to love Lucas! And I don't blame you, he's the sweetest boy. Thanks for the support! If you enjoyed this, leave a like, comment and reblog. My asks are open though I might not reply to them immediately, I will try to reply to all.

[werecreature-addicted]

big jock werewolf who bullies you. he teases you for being so wet while they fuck you with his fat fingers and pulls your shirt up to snap pictures of your chest. he pushes you up against lockers and sticks his tongue down your throat too.

Big jock werewolf who eats you out in the locker room, he tells you you better cum quick because he isn't stopping until you do, even if the other team members walk in. he hopes they do, so he can tease you for being such a slut and getting off while other people watch.

Big jock werewolf who is not your boyfriend and will laugh if anyone brings it up, but it anyone so much as looks at you he'll beat them to a bloody pulp.

Big jock werewolf who asks for you to send him notes one day, then as soon as he has your number all he does is send you videos of him jerking off, moaning the whole time about how badly he wants to knot you until he cums and the video ends. He texts you asking if you liked it, if the video made you horny, and where's his video, he's been so nice the least you could do is send him a video of you playing with yourself.

[ultram0th]

@rainbowhypno

Request: Aaron bigoted over religious straight homophobic man harasses Brad for being gay. Which ends up being a big mistake. Brad turns Aaron into a proud gay musky slutty man and makes him his boyfriend. Aaron tries to fight the changes but loses the fight. Aaron remembers his old life, but he is reprogrammed to remembers his old life but he is reprogrammed to love the man he is now. A out and proud slutty gay man

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Brad was heading to his dorm room after a rough day of seemingly endless lectures. All the slender guy wanted was to lie down and numb his aching head with some random cat videos.

Before he could reach his dorm, he was hit with the sickly stench of beer as a red solo cup was tossed at him. Drenched in beer, Brad huffed as he looked up and saw none other than Aaron.

The big, beefy jock was a pain in Brad's ass. For whatever reason, the jerk had made it his mission to make Brad's life as hard as possible. He was always there to pester him or even "playfully" shove him too hard, always muttering some sort of slur under his breath.

Aaron mock-frowned at the wet Brad. "Sorry 'bout that, Ma'am," he almost sneered. "I thought you looked thirsty, but I didn't have some fruity cocktail. Hope that works."

Normally, Brad would've just tried his best to shrug off Aaron's homophobic shenanigans. However, this time, he was prepared.

The skinny man reached into his pocket and grabbed a fistful of the pink, shimmery powder that he'd purchased from a mysterious woman the other night. Then, like a scene out of a cartoon, Brad tossed the powder into Aaron's face, smiling widely as the larger man winced as his face was covered in pink.

"What the hell was that?" the muscled jock sputtered as he wiped at his face.

"You'll find out soon enough," Brad lowly chuckled as he prepared himself to watch was was going to happen.

"What does that mean-- UUUhhhh!" Aaron's voice cut off as all of his muscles seemed to tense up. It looked as if the big jock was flexing, but soon his eyes widened when he felt the cool air on his torso. Looking downward, Aaron was surprised to see that his shirt was gone, exposing his plump pecs and washboard stomach. "Wha--?"

His voice trailed off when he witnessed his pecs shudder before it looked as if they were beginning to inflate. The jock's jaw dropped when he saw his pecs steadily grow larger and rounder. It wasn't an exaggerated growth, especially when the rest of his body followed suit. His muscles grew in size, taking his body from jock to bodybuilder in mere seconds. He paled when he saw his abs gradually grow fainter until they disappeared, his stomach rounding out to form a firm musclegut. His pants felt painfully tight as his butt swelled up, his cheeks going from perky to full on beach ball size. They grew so large that they began to push his jeans down, exposing the top of his hairy crack to the whole dormitory. As a final touch, Aaron's skin began to itch as hair started to sprout over his body, leaving him with copious amounts of body hair, with most of it concentrated on his pits and chest.

When he was done growing, Aaron had to have gained at least fifty pounds of muscle and had sprouted lots of hair. His large hands explored his larger, hairier body, blushing when he caught of a whiff of the pungent musk that seemed to radiate off of him in waves, almost as if he'd just finished an intense workout.

"Whoa," Aaron groaned in a much deeper voice, "what happened to me, Bro?" He flinched at the slowish quality to his voice and the way he'd said Bro unconsciously. "My head feels so slow."

Brad just smiled at his work, thinking that this new Aaron would be a much better guy than the old one. "You're the new you," he grinned.

"The new me...?" Aaron wondered aloud, freezing when his eyes landed on the smaller guy before him. His heart began to race in his beefier chest, and despite himself, he felt his cock start to stiffen. Worse was that he felt an odd emptiness forming deep within his ass, and he unconsciously flexed his huge bubblebutt with want.

No matter what his brain told him, Aaron was horrified to find that he viewed Brad as... cute!?

"Oh no," Aaron groaned, paling at this new realization, especially as new memories started to filter into his brain. He was still a college jock attending university on a football scholarship, but now he was also the muscled up and dim-witted boyfriend of Brad. He could see crystal clear mental images of himself wearing the skimpiest clothing and flexing for the small man on command, loving it whenever his huge ass was stuffed full with Brad's cock. And not only his, but their supposed relationship was flexible enough to where Brad was cool with Aaron getting fucked and sucking off every other guy on the football team. Apparently not a night went by when Aaron wasn't bouncing on cock after cock and showing off his large, hairy muscles to every guy on campus... but apparently he had a huge soft spot for Brad.

Brad basked in the warmth that this new Aaron brought him. He stepped forward and ran an admiring hand over Aaron's hairy pecs, loving the way the formerly straight jerk shuddered at the contact.

"Hey, Babe," he teased, "why don't we go to our dorm and I'll fuck that huge butt of yours?"

Aaron wanted to decline, to beg to be changed back, but instead he felt himself pick up the smaller man with one arm and flex his other one. "Hell yeah, Bro," he smiled dimly, "you're gonna fuck me so damn hard all night!"

[fitstud]

[anatomyofjamesyates]

[lilaccmilk]

I’m mean, I’d love just a good m4m werewolf story, like a big tough dominant werewolf with his subby little boyfriend, I just haven’t seen a ton of m4m stuff so I’d love it, the details can really be whatever you want, as long as you like it, I’ll probably like it

OOOH! YES. I HAVE AN AMAZING IDEA FOR THIS. Hope I lived up to your expectations!

Big tough dominant werewolf and his subby little boyfriend? Yes. Amazing. Except, the big tough werewolf is a nerdy looking guy. And the subby little bf? Yeah he's the tough-looking, jock kinda guy.

In public, the jock is always teasing and troubling the nerd. But behind the closed doors? He's being fucked senseless because of the things he said in front of people.

What's more is this whole thing started when the jock tried to bully the nerd. Now the nerd bullies his cock into the jock. (so romantic)

Some days when the nerd is feeling extra mean, he'll just make the jock sit on his cock for what feels like an eternity, while the jock just lets out needy whimpers and begs the nerd to fuck him with tears in his eyes.

The nerd does listen, except now he's just overstimulating the jock. He's such a menace fr. The jock is begging him to stop now and the nerd just tsks and growls "Weren't you the one begging me to fuck you? Now that I'm actually listening you're refusing? You're such a brat. Don't worry I'll fuck that attitude out of you, love.”

After many orgasms the nerd finally stops and is cuddling him (with his knot inside the jock) and nipping and biting the jock's neck while murmuring sweet nothings.

"You were so good for me love. So pretty *kiss* so tight *lick* you're mine you know that right? All mine." The jock is so deep in subspace that all he can do is lean into the nerd's touch and whimper. After the knot goes down, the nerd cleans both of them and then makes sure the jock is comfortable before falling asleep with him in his arms.

In school, naturally many people try to flirt with the jock, now the nerd has no choice but to leave VERY VISIBLE hickeys on the jock. If someone tries to flirt with the nerd, the jock simply beats them up.

For humans the jock may sure be a top, dominant and intimidating person but for his werewolf boyfriend he's a pillow princess and the subbiest sub ever.

~if you can't tell, I have a thing for subby men whimpering.