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♱ ‧₊˚ “no, ani, not now,” you moan in disappointment as you clamor off of anakin’s lap.

your head got so wrapped up in the feel of his lips that you forget you have to be somewhere. somewhere important. you turn your head in search of your shoes, lazily thrown about the room. you shivered with excitement when you thought back to the hurried way anakin had shoved you through his door and onto his couch.

he’s quick, though, to chase your lips when you move, whispers pressing against your ear, “do you?”. his hands have already found the way to your hips, and you find yourself seated on his lap again. you give him a look.

carefully, you rest your hands on his chest, “yes, i do. now if you’d help me find my shoes—“

you attempt to move for the second time, but instead you’re met with a roll of his hips, bulge grazing over that faded aching spot of your cunt, and suddenly you’re awake again. you stifle a moan, but he catches it, and you can practically feel his proud smile despite your hands flying to cover your face in embarrassment. “huh,” roll, “do you?”

you can’t believe he’s teasing you like this, so juvenile, and you can’t believe it’s working on you. you bend to press a soft kiss to his mouth, slow and careful, and he deepens it: tongue sliding into your mouth, continuing to dry hump you from below. he practically whimpers at the feeling, as if to silently plea for you to stay, his hands climbing your back, head buried in your neck.

you curse at yourself, setting a mental reminder to apologize to your friend for missing whatever it was you were about to miss.

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#୨୧ — dear diary ! #rafe

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♱ ‧₊˚ you and tashi duncan have a game. content warning: threesome/mention of threesomes, woman on woman on a lil man action. a little (really) fucking perverted, sorry.

your tennis partner— and partner in bed, had an affinity for always keeping things interesting. she kept you on your toes, made sure you’d always come back for more. she wasn’t your girlfriend, no, but she wasn’t exactly just a friend either. and now, your games weren’t limited to the court.

the object: pick a pretty boy to fuck the two of you to pieces. not like either of you needed it, though, tashi knew well enough how to fuck you better than anyone else. but because it was fun, flirting your way around parties until you landed on the perfect boy toy— and it gave her more control in the bedroom. ordering around pretty boy and his cock, letting him know every way to have you cry out and moan and whine while she shoves her tongue into your mouth. talks you through it, whispers words of “yeah? is he fucking you as good as i do? he’s doin’ a good job?” before she counts him down to make you cum.

then, like she’s desperate for it, bends down to taste you on his cock, and like clockwork you’re eager to please your sweet tash, fingers fumbling their way to work at her hole. she reveled in how dumbfounded your pursuits looked when they watched the depraved way you two fuck in the bedroom, eager to please all. best of all, she reveled in the fact that you can only cum when she’s in the room.

#εïз tashi duncan prompt ! #tashi duncan prompt #tashi duncan #tashi duncan x reader #tashi x reader

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#♥︎ chatting !

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tumblr ate my ask box :( send thinks …

#♥︎ chatting ! #rafe cameron #jj maybank #anakin skywalker #art donaldson #patrick zweig #tashi duncan

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note so oomf asked me for an mlm art donaldson x reader … as a vagina haver i tried my best. also tried to make this read as a neutral self-insert reader just in case ♡

♱ ‧₊˚ art donaldson’s got you right where he wants you, and he’s made sure patrick is watching. content warning: art is petty and jealous, recurring mention of patrick zweig.

he can’t exactly pinpoint where his relationship with the boy went sour, which is exactly why he’s being so annoying about it. he finds himself going out of his way to get the other tennis players’ attention, doing anything to see that smug, arrogant smirk of his. to know that he’s successfully gotten under his skin.

then, like a wish granted by the gods themselves: enter you.

art was no stranger to patrick’s endless pursuits of all the pretty boys and girls he sniffs out on campus, and he was most definitely no stranger to the ones patrick just couldn’t quite get (small in quantity, but bruising to his ego). so, when he catches sight of you— patricks biggest failed hookup— at the stupid frat party he’d been partial in putting together— he thinks he’s just used up all of his luck. he almost can’t believe it, watching you navigate the room like you’d been there a million times before. comfortable in his space, his domain. he watches how lax you get, the way your pants hang low on your hips, as if it were just inviting him to get on his knees and tug them down to your thighs so he could ravage you with his mouth and make you come undone in front of everyone. his cock hardens at the thought.

maybe it’s the way he towers over every person in the room, or how his awkwardness plays so well into his charm, but it’s sickening how easy it is for him to grab your attention. you don’t get a chance to think before he’s liplocked with you and you’ve backed him into a fairly public corner, just enough in sight that he knows patrick will get a glance. patrick’s the furthest thing on his mind, though, now that your hands are palming at his crotch. art can’t believe his own eyes.

you beckon him to revert his focus back to you, dizzy and horny off the tall man trying to practically eat you. when you link your fingers in his belt loops, he whimpers, and you smile onto his mouth in excitement. unconcerned with your surroundings, your hands dip into his boxers, and art chokes at the feeling of your cold hands gripping his aching dick. when you trace your finger over his tip, the boy moans— louder than necessary— and you feel him shiver above you at the feeling. what you can’t see, is the direct eye contact the boy is making with a rage-filled patrick zweig. he holds his gaze, just as your mouth connects to his neck, then throws his head back as he tries desperately not to cum in his pants.

#εïз art donaldson prompt ! #art donaldson prompt #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson #art donaldson smut #art x reader

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oh shit oh fuck

inspo from lunch by billie; oral (f receiving); MDNI 18+ w/ TASHI DONALDSON

it's rare that she has time for you, but you always know when she does. sometimes there's a text, a phone call, maybe. oftentimes, there's a package for you downstairs.

the name is always the same, completely opposite of her real name, but you know it's her. you recognize the loopy handwriting left on the slips of paper. the taste is expensive. it's her taste. and when she sees you, slipping into your apartment hours or days later, she always grins at you and asks if you liked her gift.

you always say yes.

and then she's on her knees. it never fails to surprise you, the way you're somehow able to bring tashi donaldson to her knees. sometimes, late at night you'll try to figure it out. rubbing expensive creams into your skin as you consider that maybe it's because of your slightly impressive tennis career. maybe it's because you're charming. maybe there isn't a real reason, and that's fine too. because you won't ever complain about your privilege.

not when tashi is on her knees, her hair pulled back away from her face as she throws your legs over her shoulders and gets to work.

#୧ ׅ𖥔 mar’s recs! #need her biblically

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send reqs <3

god.. do i need to write about art donaldson..

#♥︎ chatting ! #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art x reader #art donaldson smut

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my heart!!! thank you so much 🥹

Could u tells us some of ur jj fic recs plz

i’ve got two tags for my recs (i’ll add them!) but here’s a few of my fave writers! any writers who are tagged dm me if you’d like your work removed<3 i’ll be adding to this as time goes on!!

𑁍 daydreamin’ and i’m thinking of you - @https-florals

𑁍 summer lovin’ - @sunniepoo

𑁍 jj thinks you’re out of his league - @foranidalas

𑁍 best friend jj staying over at your house - @prettys0bbing

𑁍 no movement - @marvelslittlewhore

𑁍 jj fucking shy!reader - @randomoutsiders

also just some bonus writers that i love for their jj works:

@vaisoric @featherandferns @princessmaybank @ribbonprincess @inez-winchester-cameron @lustnluv @maiiuelle @shellxrls @stxrslut

#୨୧ — dear diary ! #please check her out too! #shes one of my favs #hands down

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god.. do i need to write about art donaldson..

#♥︎ chatting ! #send thoughts.. #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art x reader #art donaldson smut

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GULPS

masturbation mention; handjobs; college!art; fem!reader; no spoilers MDNI 18+ w/ ART DOANLDSON

when art donaldson gets a boner, it's nearly impossible for it to go down. he's tried everything in the book. well, everything in patrick's book—taking a cold shower, thinking about his grandmother in her underwear, changing his position. but nothing has ever worked, leaving him to excuse himself at inconvenient times so he could fist his cock until he was satisfied.

but being here with you, art can't do that. he's already flaked on your study sessions one too many times and he really, really doesn't want to have to flake again. for a reason as trivial and embarrassing as a boner at that.

he really didn't mean for it to happen. but he just happens to be in your space, surrounded by your trinkets, watching you move around in a pair of shorts that reminded him of the pair tashi wore that night. which got him thinking about the situation he was in just a year ago. which made him imagine you and him in a situation similar, perhaps even with tashi and patrick there.

you're speaking to him. your hands are moving in patterns that art should recognize, and you're lips are moving, too. but he's distant. distracted.

he blinks twice, shaking the overgrown blond curls out of his face as he fixes his gaze on you again.

"'m ... i'm sorry. what were you saying?"

you drop your hands and place them in your lap. you look disappointed.

"dude. i'm really trying to pass this midterm."

art drops his head. he initially does it in an act of shame, but then he notices your hands resting along your glistening skin and he's suddenly made aware of his boner once more. he groans, resting his elbows into the decorative pillow covering his lap as he covers his face with his hands.

"i know, i know. i'm really, really sorry." he sniffs, straightens up, and focuses all of his attention on studying with you. but now it's you who's distracted.

you tilt your head and eye him up and down. art, worrying that you might have fucking x-ray vision or something, adjusts the way he’s sitting. he thinks he's being casual, but then he clears his throat and looks off to the side and he can hear your small 'oh'.

“haven’t tried thinking about your grandmother?”

art, embarrassed at having been caught, says nothing.

“want me to help you out?” you offer. you say it like a joke, so art laughs. but then you don’t laugh, too.

you’re staring at him, a small smile on your lips as you push your weight into your hands behind you. the twin XL bed can only allow so much room, so even as you’re leaning away from him art feels like you’re right there.

“you’re joking, right?”

you take a second, and then you shake your head.

and that’s how art ends up digging his hands into your sheets as he watches your hand glide over his cock through heavy eyes.

you’re sitting with your feet tucked under your butt, one hand scratching through art’s hair and the other working on his cock.

art’s free hand is pressing into the line of skin between your top and shorts.

you’re doing so well, making him feel so good, but you still ask for confirmation through a low voice.

“does this feel good?”

and your face is so much closer to him than he thought. your voice is right next to his ear. it travels down through him, making even more blood rush to his cock if even possible.

art nods, tearing his eyes away from your hand wrapped around his cock to look at you. but you’re already looking at him, your hand pulling on a loose curl of his while you smile. art smiles back, just before you pull him closer and press your lips to his.

kissing distracts you, so art takes over. he shifts his cock up into your hand, doing the work for you. he circles his hand around your back and pulls you closer until he can feel your breasts pushing against his arm through your shirt. whatever bra you’re wearing must be thin, because art can feel your nipples poking him.

he means to warn you. he wants to let you know before it happens. but you regain some of your focus and your thumb presses into his tip, and he’s thinking about how you told him he had a pretty dick, and he can feel your tits and suddenly his hips are lifting and cock is twitching and he’s cumming all over your hand and his thighs.

#୧ ׅ𖥔 mar’s recs! #jesus christ #i need him so bad

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♱ ‧₊˚ anakin, who comes up from making you cum on his tongue to spit your release in your mouth, shove his tongue down your throat, and goes back to making out with your slick cunt. he was always obscenely gross with it; tongue pushing harshly in your mouth, swirling slowly to ensure you get a good taste of yourself before he pulls back and admires the web of spit and cum connecting your chins. his shoulders ripple as he climbs his way back down, eyes locked on each others, and you both shiver when he connects his lips to your aching bud again.

#εïз anakin skywalker prompt ! #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin smut

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♱ ‧₊˚ “no, ani, not now,” you moan in disappointment as you clamor off of anakin’s lap.

your head got so wrapped up in the feel of his lips that you forget you have to be somewhere. somewhere important. you turn your head in search of your shoes, lazily thrown about the room. you shivered with excitement when you thought back to the hurried way anakin had shoved you through his door and onto his couch.

he’s quick, though, to chase your lips when you move, whispers pressing against your ear, “do you?”. his hands have already found the way to your hips, and you find yourself seated on his lap again. you give him a look.

carefully, you rest your hands on his chest, “yes, i do. now if you’d help me find my shoes—“

you attempt to move for the second time, but instead you’re met with a roll of his hips, bulge grazing over that faded aching spot of your cunt, and suddenly you’re awake again. you stifle a moan, but he catches it, and you can practically feel his proud smile despite your hands flying to cover your face in embarrassment. “huh,” roll, “do you?”

you can’t believe he’s teasing you like this, so juvenile, and you can’t believe it’s working on you. you bend to press a soft kiss to his mouth, slow and careful, and he deepens it: tongue sliding into your mouth, continuing to dry hump you from below. he practically whimpers at the feeling, as if to silently plea for you to stay, his hands climbing your back, head buried in your neck.

you curse at yourself, setting a mental reminder to apologize to your friend for missing whatever it was you were about to miss.

#εïз anakin skywalker prompt ! #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin smut

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rafe, who always keeps his gun tucked in his waistband, even during an impromptu fuck, and reader who always reaches behind to grab it and urges him to press it to her throat.

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i burn to write, but i cant get past as much as a few sentences these days..

#♥︎ chatting ! #the amount of 4 line anakin drabbles i have unfinished in my drafts right now #and rafe… #and a whole drabble that i seem to have #lost the plot with?? #lord

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♱ ‧₊˚ cuddles with anakin skywalker aren’t exactly typical.

the boy struggles to contain himself. the minute you’re close in proximity, he feels the urge to bury himself in you as deep as he possibly can, nestle his fat cock in your warmth and use it as he pleases. and he does try, you have to give him credit, to appease you, when you beg him for cuddles. he just always seems to get his way. a tangled mess of limbs, he inches you slowly until you’re halfway on top of him, metal arm gripping the fat of your hip like a vice as he trails his fingers under your waistband. you can hear him mumble something about taking it off.

“no, ani. cuddles.” is all you muster, face pressed against his chest, voice light and airy from the way his ministrations tickle you. “please, baby, just— just the tip.”

you can’t deny him, especially not when he sounds the way he does, deep and gravelly and genuinely desperate for it. its not often anakin asks for things, yet alone so nicely. he maneuvers your leg over to the other side of his waist, metal fingers slipping past the barrier that’s your underwear, a soft and pleased grunt escaping him from the privilege of just touching you. he feels spoiled, truly.

by the time both of your clothes are discarded, and he’s hoisting your hips just above the tip of his cock, he’s already forgotten his promise, guiding your sinking hips down despite your protests, hips wiggling with anticipation, just so excited to finally be inside you again. he’s got you to the base, face buried in his neck, and he whispers to you as he practically massages his dick right where you need it most. “that’s it, let me take care of you. ‘know i said just the tip, but i couldn’t help myself. you’re not mad, are you?” while you’re practically a dummy on his flagpole of a cock, taking every one of his soft thrusts with gentle ah, ah, ah’s as you drool onto his chest. he caresses your hair out of your face, eager to see your expression as he makes you cum.

he rolls his hips up slowly one, two, three times, abdomen flexing, and its enough to make you shake on top of him, sputtering and babbling as your orgasm takes over, his thrusts even and unwavering as he fucks you through it, even as he chases his own high. he needed this to last as long as possible before you made him pull out of you again.

“ani— too much.” you manage, pushing yourself up against his chest as you try to run away from his dick, but he pushes you back down, “shh, shh, please, wanna cum inside. just let me stay inside.”

it was clear to you now, anakin was bad at cuddling, and keeping his own promises.

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content warning: cheating. i do not in any way condone or endorse this behavior. this is purely fantasy. i suppose this is sort of modern!anakin, but thats up to you guys.

♱ ‧₊˚ “don’t even think about answering.”

bent over his couch, anakin skywalker scowls disapprovingly while he pistons his dick into you. his metal arm holds you up by your hair as you stare at the incoming call from your boyfriend. ex-boyfriend. situationship? him. whatever it was. but, fucked out and still angry with him, you ignore the man fucking you from behind and click on the blaring green answer button. anakin swears from behind you.

it takes a second for you to say something. he slows his thrusts when the call connects, the stretch of his cock rendering you speechless. you can faintly hear him mumbling behind you, praises and insults and all that a man spews when he’s pussy-whipped and his dick is wet. “take this dick, baby, shit.” you’d roll your eyes at him if anything anakin related didn’t make you pathetically horny. it takes quite literally everything in you to speak, and your voice still shakes, “what the fuck do you want?”, and as if to spite you, anakin picks up the pace again. lip bitten, you turn back to look at him— the expression you flash him morphing from warning to pleasure, the moans and whimpers you’re trying oh so hard to keep in threatening to spill when the hand gripping your hair slides down your back and to your clit.

“i just wanna talk.” anakin sputters a short laugh. “are you with someone?”

you ignore his question, “now you want to talk?” the two of you go back and forth, and anakin props his leg up on the armrest of his couch to fuck you deeper. you were doing good until then.

“—cause you’re a fucking asshole, that’s— ah—“

your hand snaps over your mouth and the line quiets for a moment before it clicks for the boy on the other side of the phone what’s going on. “are you fucking someone right now?” anakin makes a point to thrust harder, and you mewl out a pathetic little “no?” as the hand on your clit speeds up, and you forget you’re supposed to be pretending you’re not getting your guts rearranged. you’re caught. you’re caught, but not an inch of you cares, not when you’re being fucked out for your life, pleasure rippling so intensely it makes your arms weak and you drop, held up only by one of anakins arms on your hip, your hand desperately pressed to his thigh. “ani, don’t fucking stop, oh my god!”

the call drops, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in your phone screen as a video call flashes in place of it. sweaty, panting, eyes crossed, skin rippling as anakin pounds his cock into you with no remorse, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. you look filthy. anakin is no help either, not with his unending comments. i fuck you better, don’t i, baby? he doesn’t deserve you. thats right, take it. been too long since you’ve had some good cock, huh? bouncing roughly with each of his thrusts, your head bobs as you search for eye contact with the boy behind you. you tremble as your orgasm nears, and your finger slips. you don’t hear whatever he’s screaming at you, not a single word, knees gravitating towards each other as pleasure takes over. anakin snatches the phone from you, panting from exertion, and makes a face as he peers down at the screaming man on the other end of the call. you claw at his thigh to try warn him, but your orgasm hits you too fast, too hard, and anakin revels in the thought that you’re cumming on his cock for someone else to listen to.

“do better next time, man.”