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peachheadjones · 2 years

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i absolutely need someone who will kiss me with nothing but possessive intent, pulling me closer by grabbing and groping me, or wrapping their arms around me. Growling into the kiss as they try and get me as close to them as possible, that desperation from doms is the hottest thing in the world. Heavy breathing as they push their hips up into mine, completely lost in just the feeling of pure need and love. Wondering hands and rough yet sweet kisses and bites all over my neck and chest, getting heated and maybe even embarrassed over how much they just absolutely need to give, to feel, the build up of urges finally boiling over as we get closer to each other, skin on skin and lips to lips. God I want to be what someone needs so badly, the feeling of being wanted and loved is so fucking intoxicating and wonderful. Fuck I need to be needed, so badly.

#i'm so 😭😭😭#because i had a sleepy jugpea idea - that jug thinks he's too 'cute' to turn sweet pea on #as in ' everything i do is apparently too adorable to bare and i'll never be sexy '#but #no #once sweet pea realizes that #he's exactly like this #like why do you mean?? i'm turned on 24/7 you're my boyfriend how could I Not?#' i want you. and i'm gonna show you how much' is just living in my head rent free

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peachheadjones · 2 years

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my onlyfans is in the bio sweety

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♡Daddy's home♡

cw for housewife dynamics, daddy kink obviously, ass slapping, dom/sub relationship, slight misogyny, and fingerings

You're just a submissive little toy, staying home for daddy all day walking around in nothing but an apron and doing wifely duties, your cunt exposed as you bend over to take the apple pie out of the oven, with the sounds of keys opening the front door to your home.

A smile grew on your face as you rise up, hearing his voice greet you as you watch him set down his bags and untie his tie, heading towards your direction. He came up right behind you his waist right up against your bare pussy and ass as he begins to nibble on your neck. " what did my good girl do today hm?" You giggled and set the pie down. "I've been waiting here for daddy all day cooking cleaning and being pretty of course." Exactly as you should.

"What were you just baking there darling?" You gestured to the pie in front of you on the stove. "I made your favorite of course and I added a few drops of vanilla and cinnamon topping just how you like." He kissed your cheek and smiled against your face before reaching a had out to stick a finger in the pie to test it. You laughed in amusement as he moaned from the goodness of the taste. "So silly, eating with your hands like that sir."

He chuckled before checking his watch, he came home just a bit early today and you were overjoyed. "Woukd you like anything else right now daddy?" You turned your head up to look at him."I just want my baby now is all"

He brought his hand on the back of your apron before going under it to tease your pussy. "How was your day daddy?" You ask as you bend over across the stove top. You gave him easy access as he began to finger your pussy making you moan. You gripped with your fingers and opened your legs a little more to show that you wanted more. He just got home and was already making you spasm, and to think you were just baking and cleaning minutes ago just for cum to already be dropping back onto the tile floor you just mopped.

He brought his other hand up to your lips for you to suck on as he began to explain his day to you. "A little work in corporate office today, there was a mishap between one of the products at a store nearby but that's nothing to worry your little head about." You nodded sucking on his fingers. You were just a little cute fuck wife, you wouldn't understand anyways, the only thing you need to understand is how much milk goes in the banana bread and how much cum can fit in your ass.

He took his fingers out of your mouth to slap your ass before grabbing your hair to guide you to the bedroom.

I'll do a part 2 for 35 notes ♡

#i mean not the fandom #buttttt #sometimes fucking is self care and for jug thats very accurate

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peachheadjones · 2 years

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Think being chased down like a dumb fragile bunny would be kinda nice,, you could grab my soft little bunny ears and push me down, my fluffy wiggling tail in the air, and you can easily slam deep into me until I’m crying from cumming so much but I won’t complain cause I’m a sweet good bunny for you and I’ll take anything you give me,,

#@storkmuffin #BESTIE THE WAYYY THIS IS THE SERVICE BUNNY AU MWAH

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peachheadjones · 2 years

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I can't change myself, less I can with the world. Art by albabg

#omgggg tarot card edits coming so soon-

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Thought of the day: Having a priest with a deep voice fuck me while whispering into my ear how sinful and filthy and wonderful I am and how wrong this is but oh so good

#LOOOOOK #succubus fem jug who's new on the job #priest sweet pea.......#he's gonna teach her how to pray #priest sp boutta make me act up

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peachheadjones · 2 years

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since everyone enjoyed my "being the pet of the king" post i wanted to add on and give you guys a bit more cause im not tease~

Thinking about the king declaring war on a country just because it's diplomat touched you in a way he didnt like. He knows it's not a logical move and the war isnt needed, but that diplomat touched what's his. He goes to war, fighting on the front line, in your name. Your king wins the war, obviously, and he comes home to you, bruised and scratched up. He doesnt care if he is hurt, all he cares about is making you his. making love to you, telling the world your his. as he pounds deep into your core, he takes your hand and kisses it. As he trails his lips up your arm, he looks deep into your eyes. then he stops, plants a soft kiss upon your lips.

"will you marry me?"

he asks in the softest voice, continuously thrusting into you. you agree eagerly. not that you had too, the both of you knew you were always his.

#many thoughts abt warlord sweet pea sigh - just warrior sweet pea in general. like. hes the softest most gentle hands jughead ever ft #*felt #he's also dead set on fucking him until he's drooling in the mattress and promise over and over he's sweet pea's #jugpea

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peachheadjones · 2 years

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im a big fan of loving degradation:

“i love it when you get this dumb for me”

“you’re so pretty when you’re desperate”

“you get wet so fast it’s precious”

cause desperate, dripping messes deserve all the praise in the world

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peachheadjones · 2 years

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your dom breeding you while saying. "that's right baby, this is your only use to be my little breeding bunny. just made to take my cock, huh baby?"

#oop #kinda dark bu #t #werewolf sp for sure

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peachheadjones · 2 years

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💕 cozy baby 💕 onlyfans fansly

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peachheadjones · 2 years

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KURT RUSSELL as Dean Proffitt in Overboard (1987)

#nah hes just a whore JSJS

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peachheadjones · 2 years

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🥺🥺🥺 gosh I'm hungry for fluff that just clings on you like a warm blanket. AND I'm in the mood to spoil Sweet Pea lots. This is a bit too plotty for a nsft blog but-

Sweet Pea is a farmer; a modest, rough spoken man with a soft interior. He understands animals far better than people. In fact, the number of names labelled as family is fairly low, and he likes it that way.

Tabitha Tate happens to enroll in that puny number. This is a small town. You make nice with whoever you can. Love thy neighbour and all that. She has that ability, to make everyone like her in some capacity. He even saw Hiram Lodge himself crack a smile or two her way.

But she's holding a man by the hand and leading him patiently to him; He can't explain what he felt, not in so many words, - he's not that type of man. Words are hard, - but his ears were pounding and his stomach was summerslamming in waves.

The man is petite, but fairly built; That classic white silk shirt sits fine and painted on toned arms, - not necessarily made for work as much as they were for admiring, but nice nonetheless. And his hair, - it's raven with a drop of midnight, a stark contrast to moonlight skin.

Sweet Pea embarrassingly stares too much at his lips, - they're just so plump and red and he's pretty sure they're glossed with a product he wouldn't know if put at gunpoint. And he's pretty . He's just so, so pretty.

And he won't fit in here.

He has a routine and workline he abides to and enjoys. He needs things done his way, and his way is tough, he's a one man operation after all. Pretty boys had no business being touched by his rough hands anyway.

The man eventually ventures off to the bunny pen; Sweet Pea stores them into those spacious after catching them red pawed, munching on crops, only to be later moved to Toni's clinic. And because kids like them, whenever they visit.

He's very gentle. Very soft. He's like porcelain afraid to break glass, but the animals like him and it surprises Sweet Pea. Can't get the furry bastards to even eat a carrot from his hand.

" He's a friend of mine. I knew him since we were little, and he's just... He's kind of in a tight space. He wouldn't spill too many details, but apparently, his ex husband is looking for him. Not for anything good. "

He can have a wild guess. That make up can only cover so much. It's hard, concealing cruelty. Stories rise, one way or another. And that shade of purple blurred around Jughead's, - strange name, but he likes it, - face tells him enough.

He wants to hit something. It's been a long time since this anger sparked inside him.

" I'd fake him myself, but that worthless piece of shit probably knows he'd come to me first. So just until we find something, -"

" He'll be safe here. I'll take care of him."

But. Jughead Jones has his own routines. And that seems to include taking care of Sweet Pea in ways no one, - no one that shared his sheets for more than a night, that is, - ever offered before.

It's ghostly, this presence of him at first. Jughead makes himself as small as possible, as if his mere presence is so offensive and irritating he'd rather be seen, not heard. He's quiet, too. To such an extent it makes Sweet Pea wonder if he can speak at all.

" No. "

His hands are small and soft and well groomed; Cushy skin, pink, flawless, not a rough, worked mess like his. But it helds strong. He's like petal and thorn In one skin. " Don't go. It's too cold."

True. The rain pouring outside promises at least one week of being bed ridden, but he's so sure there's something he needs to do. There's always something to do, always something that needs fixing, something that needs tending, something that needs to be fed cleaned brushed -

" Please don't. I'll- I'll go check later."

"...Okay."

Jughead, goes from, in a lack of better words, barricading himself in that guest room to being some sort of comforting earpiece around the house. He loves to bake and listen to Sweet Pea's boring engineering documentaries.

He gains some courage too. Poor boy, couldn't even hold eye contact without flushing before, now speaks softly but boldly, and isn't squeamish about sharing his thoughts. " Not boring. Stop it."

And he hums a sweet tune, under his breath. His voice is terrible. Sweet Pea could listen to it all day. He even asks for a song. A private spectacle, he says, just for him. Jughead blushes sweetly. It makes Sweet Pea want to eat him whole. " My voice is not, um, it's- its not good."

" It's perfect for me. Please?"

"... Okay."

Sonically, it's rancid and not easy on the ears. But the lullaby puts him right down, on Jughead's generous, plushy thighs, warm like July on Sweet Pea's ear. There's fingers in his hair. Lips on his forehead. He can't sleep.

He's tortured; By Jughead’s sturdy shoulders, by his lean, strong arms, by his waist, perfect for grabbing, for sinking your nails right in and let them drown in pale, creamy skin, by his his hips, by his adorable tummy, by his perfect, plump thighs and peach of an ass. He's tortured by them all, it's a constant, perfect pain.

But he's relaxing. He's at peace. Jughead won't have him working till he drops and kisses the ground. He'll pout and drag him to the house, or under the shadowy kiss of an apple tree, and bury his face under a bunny's fur.

" Jughead. No."

Jug stops, for a mere few seconds. He does it again. And again and again despite the many faux threats thrown his way,until the final forfeit comes to be. " He just wants to be loved with you."

" I do love the fluffy fucker; I'd just rather not sneeze everytime I hold him and not have fuzz on my tongue."

Jughead grumbles something about him being ' mean' and ' such a brute' and he buries his face under the fur again and his fingers gently hold sweet pea's jaw. So tender, so lovely, so sweet.

"... I want you to stay."

" ... I'd like that."

#SELF REBLOGGGGGGG BC THIS HITSSSS

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