#god i need to give the sloppiest head rn

[whimsical-roasting]

I’m so obsessed with your smutty Jamie thoughts… like they’ve consumed all my brain space if you wanted to share some more (specifically those switch/sub ideas you’ve mentioned before hehehehe)

hii you are so cute, of course it's sub!jamie time.. sorry it takes me a min to reply to requests but i always love getting them, like damn yall wanna hear MY thoughts?? why??

anyways i ended up crying whilst searching for a gif...seeing him too sad makes me cry bc he doesn't deserve it OR seeing him really happy makes me cry bc he deserves it so much... i am a mess but i am soft for jamie tartt, my babyboy

oh my fucking god, my mind is filled with filth of sub!jamie

he's an excitable puppy; it's not surprising he'd be a cute lil sub, and everything jamie does, he does well

the man tries so hard in the things that matter, and he craves your praise

first fucking thing about having this subby boy would be giving him all the praise. I physically cannot fathom anything else?? petnames too!! "that's it, sweetheart" "good boy" "babyboy" "mm, you're my perfect baby, yea?" "so fucking good for me"

((my mind is racing all over the place rn so this is incoherent))

he calls you baby most likely, maybe even ma'am - "yes, mam" "please, babeh" (in his accent)

he follows instructions so well cause he wants to please you!!

WHIMPERS. oh god, my baby whimpers

he also POUTS. he's so fucking pouty and whiney with everything, but he still follows instructions. maybe he'd be bratty here and there, but you threatening him with, "you really don't wanna cum tonight, huh" or "i should stop touching you right now" makes him act right cause he needs your touch. he's craving it.

he'd be all desperate, eyes widening in panic as you start to pull away, "no! please! 'm sorreh!!"

i see him sitting up on the bed naked, back against the headboard, and you're just beside him, kissing him and sliding your hands down his chest

you're sucking on his neck and teasing his nipples, and he just groans, hand gripping your knee. you stop and slap his hand away, causing him to pout

"no hands, baby. keep 'em by your side, no touching unless i say so", you instruct. cause you know, and he knows it's harder for him to keep his hands at bay through self-control compared to restraints, but frankly, you don't care what he prefers cause he's bound to listen regardless

he whines in response, and you shoot him a look so he sheepishly corrects himself, "yes mam," and the pleased smile you give him has his chest feeling warm and his stomach a lil giddy

you continue kissing all over his face, jaw, neck. peppering kisses and praises that he EATS UP... it goes straight to his dick. "so pretty" "my handsome boy" "gorgeous"

you shift further down his body and get him to lay down on the pillow, sucking on his nipples and stroking his dick

all he can do is whine. his jaw is tense from trying to keep his hands by his side, and he tries to focus on breathing, but when you moan around his nipple and lazily half-stroke his dick, his focus is fucked

you start kissing down his stomach, and poor boy is already leaking some precum

"so eager, baby? for who?" "y-you" "hmm, why?" you ask as your thumb spreads his precum around the head of his dick, teasing his slit and causing him to hiss

"w-want you, babeh. please." "i dunno...are you gonna be good?" "so good, i'll be a good boy," he says with urgency in his voice

you straddle his chest so your ass is practically in his face. he can practically smell you... god, he wants a taste, but he can't quite reach, and he fucking hates it.

he settles for moving his head to the side, gently kissing your thighs. the kisses make you groan softly, and he can feel your hot exhale on his dick, involuntarily causing him to whine and thrust upwards

you just coo, "awe my needy baby," before licking the head of his dick.. his breath hitches

you start going down on him, providing the sloppiest head paired with "taste so good, babyboy" "all mine, right?" "lemme hear you, angel"

he ends up moaning and whining louder as you get so into it

your body is moving with you, and i bet your pussy ends up bumping his nose once or twice, so he just feels your wetness on his face

he wants to devour you so fucking bad, but you said no touching and the thought of you stopping what you're doing right now has him too scared to risk it

his hand comes up to grip the pillow. his eyes are squeezed shut, mouth open in pleasure as he's whimpering, "c-close, 'm cl-close"

and then you just stop. suddenly his dick feels very wet and very cold from the absence of your mouth. he wants to cry

he gives out a teary plead, "noo", and you give a hoarse reply "do good boys complain?" "b-but i-" "answer me, baby. do they complain?" and you get a quiet but obedient "no."

"are you a good boy for me?" "..yes mam", and you kiss his thighs as he pouts from you edging him

there's a beat of silence as you're caressing/kissing his thighs before you say, "d'you wanna taste?" shaking your hips in his face, and though you can't see it, his eyes light up, and he's nodding eagerly

"yes! lemme taste, please" he sounds so eager, it makes you chuckle. he blushes at the way he sounds so desperate for you; he's kinda thankful you can't see his face

"make me cum, yea? then i'll consider letting you finish. got that, angel?"

he's wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto his face before you hear a muffled "yes, mam"

he'd eat you out with such fucking devotion. entire face dripping with your wetness. moaning into your pussy. honestly, he'd be so into it, slurping and lapping you up. his dick is leaking precum again.

you give him so much praise!! "god, you're so cute" "just like that baby" "good boy, fuck- that's it, eat me out" "so perfect darling, my darlin boy" "use that tongue"

i could go on and on... this is too long already, and we haven't touched on sex position, but that'll be next time,,,,,, AFTERCARE

okay aftercare!! he's super clingy, so you can't leave the room for too long, or he'll start calling out for you all pouty

you'd clean him up, maybe run a shower, but you'd be the one washing off his body and drying him off

i see him as being tired and cuddly too

you'd be caressing his cheek and kissing his forehead and he'd look up at you with sleepy, big eyes (maybe like the gif) and ask, "did i do good?"

and you're like "so good, angel!! so good. you were the best for me" "always the best for me, you're perfect baby", and he just beams up at you, snuggling into your chest further

"i love you so much, love", you say playing with his hair and kissing his head. he's tracing patterns on an exposed part of your torso where your shirt's ridden up

he gives you a tired but soft "i love you more"

you grin noticing how he's slowing down his fingers as his body feels heavier against you, "i love you the most" and he's drifted off against you

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt smut #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt #sub!jamie #he's so cute #i hope this is alright! #if it sucks don't tell me #if its good then tell me #much like jamie #i too have a praise kink

[pedrito-friskito]

fluffy thot for the celebration !!! frank walking you home as you stumble out of a bar drunk as fuck!!! (not me rn!!!) (🤭)

YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

okay I legitimately made myself laugh out loud with this so enjoy. I would say this could technically come on the heels of the sweetest thing, but you can still enjoy it either way 😉

pride and prejudice and whiskey - frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: SO much fluff, reader is drunk/hungover/etc., frank blushes, swearing, etc. etc. (also that gif? look at how HANDSOME)

“Frank!”

You’re yelling the moment you step out the bar’s front door, the biggest smile on your face. Two of your girlfriends are right behind you, the three of you teetering dangerously in high-heeled boots. Frank starts to laugh at your high-pitched tone, pushing off the streetlight he’s been leaning against. You texted him that you were done drinking for the evening, ready to be picked up and swetp off my feeeeeet, as you’d put it.

“Girls, look!” you call, biting your bottom lip. “It’s my fiancé.”

Both your friends make a little screeching noise and Frank’s grin just widens when you give him a not so subtle wink, starting to step down towards the sidewalk. Your ankles are wobbling, and that instantly makes Frank worry, sending him hurrying up the few steps to where you’re stood, offering you his arm.

“Oh my god,” your friend purrs, “what a gentleman.”

“He’s mine!” you shout, slipping your arm through his and squeezing both hands around his bicep. “Back off, ladies.”

You all laugh, the noise drunken and chaotic, and Frank walks you carefully back down to the sidewalk, making sure you don’t trip over the bottom step.

“You girls got a ride home?” Frank asks, looking over his shoulder at your friends. One of them is definitely the most sober of the three of you, and she beams back at him.

“Ordering an Uber,” she tells him, jutting her chin towards you on his arm. “Get her home safe!”

“Always do, ma’am,” he replies. “Text her when you’re both home safe, she likes that.”

Your friend’s smile widens. “Sir, yes, sir.”

Frank turns back with a matching grin, and when he looks at you, you’re staring at him, open-mouthed, eyes glittering — and not just with makeup. “What?”

“You really are the perfect guy,” you say matter-of-factly, leaning your head onto his shoulder as you start down the sidewalk. “I’m the luckiest bitch on the block.”

Frank barks a laugh, turning to press a kiss to the top of your head. Your steps are a little wobbly, and he moves his arm down and around your waist, hooking his shoulder beneath yours. “We’ll see how lucky you feel in the morning, darlin’,” he scoffs, nose wrinkling. “You smell like a distillery.”

“But you still love me, don’t you?” you slur, your head rolling back, wide eyes staring up at him. “Even when I smell like a distillery.”

He rolls his eyes, dropping a peck to your smiling lips. You also taste like a distillery. “Even then,” he murmurs. “Now c’mon, I parked around the corner.”

You fall asleep almost as soon as Frank starts to drive, pulling onto the highway that’ll take you out of the city and to the home you two share. It’s a little further out from everything, the country house Frank had always dreamed of retiring to, so your big nights on the town with your girls usually ended like this.

He has to pull off at a rest stop, cursing under his breath at the truck’s blinking gas light, and as he’s filling the tank, he sees your eyes blink open in the passenger’s side mirror. You already look like you’re feeling it, mascara smudged beneath your eyes. He thinks you look beautiful as ever.

Slowly, the window rolls down, and your head lolls along the edge.

“How you feelin’, there, sweetheart?” Frank asks, tank sufficiently filled, pushing the nozzle back into place. “You need anything?”

“I will give you the sloppiest blowjob of your life if you can find me a powdered donut,” is your instant reply, your head perking up as the words fall out of your mouth.

“You better watch your mouth, baby girl,” Frank says, shaking his head. He can feel his ears burning, jeans growing uncomfortably tight. Sure, you were only out for a few hours, gone for most of the day to hang out with your friends, but he missed you. He always misses you. “How about I get you a water?”

You give him a broad grin, fingers hooking over the window ledge, a mischievous glint in your eye. “You really are the perfect guy, you know.”

He can’t stop himself from walking past you and dropping a kiss to your mouth before he heads inside to pay. When he comes back with a big bottle of water and, as requested, a package of white powdered donuts, you’d think he just asked you to marry you (again) with the dramatic gasp that falls out of you, echoing through the truck cab when he gets back inside.

“Francis David Castle, I am so hot for you right now,” you almost shout, immediately tearing into the donuts. He can’t stop laughing when the powder puffs down your front, but you barely seem to notice, sinking your teeth into the pastry and absolutely moaning with delight. “Honestly, baby, do you have any idea how much I love you?”

Frank just grins, putting the truck in drive and pulling out of the gas station. “Drink your water.”

“I do!” you shout, cracking open the bottle. There’s a pause as you swig back nearly half the bottom, tilting your head back against the seat. Then a wet gasp, and you reach across the centre console, grabbing at the sleeve of his jacket. “You’re my favourite human.” You slide your fingers down his arm, sliding your knuckles through his and squeezing your hands together.

“Favourite human, huh?” he repeats, adjusting his hand on the steering wheel, gripping your hand in his. “That’s a pretty big thing to say there, sweetheart. You sure about that?”

You scoff, blowing a raspberry and reaching for another donut. “Listen here, Castle,” you hiccup, sitting up in your seat, licking the sugar from your lips as you lean up on your knees. “Do you have any idea how many romance novels I’ve read in my life?”

“I moved your personal library across the state, sweetheart,” he laughs, eyes darting from the road to you and back again. “I know just how many books you’ve read.”

“Exactly! You know! And you know my favourite one, with Mr. Darcy. We watched the movie on our second date.”

Frank nods, remembering. Sure, he was a bit more preoccupied with how pretty you looked that night and how you’d snuggled your way under his arm the moment you hit play, but yeah, he remembers. It’s your go-to movie. He always knows you’re in a funk if he comes home and finds you curled up on the couch, watching Pride & Prejudice.

“Remember,” you continue, one hand moving through the air as you talk, sipping more of the water. “When he goes to propose the first time, and he says the thing. Shit, maybe it’s just in the movie. I can’t remember.”

“I don’t remember the thing, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “You’ll have to remind me.”

“You have bewitched me, body and soul,” you say dramatically, making your voice deep and exaggerated. “And I love…” Big pause. “I love…” Another. “I love you.”

You take another deep breath, sighing dreamily. Frank waits for more quotes, more slurred declarations of love or mumbled sexual innuendos, but you fall quiet. He chances a glance as the road ahead grows clear, and you’re asleep, head on your shoulder, donuts still in your hand.

He carries you into the house once you get home, careful to put the donuts back in the package, leaving them on the kitchen counter before he carries you upstairs. Frank lays you down in the bed, pulls your boots gently from your feet. He goes to refill your water bottle and find some ibuprofen, and when he comes back, the bed is empty, the outfit you’d worn to the bar strewn partway between your bed and the bathroom.

And there you are, only in your bra and panties, tossing your cookies (and donuts) in the toilet, groaning and waving a hand at him. “Don’t come in here!” You only get about halfway through the sentence, however, before you’re retching again. “It smells like a distillery.”

“Oh, baby girl,” Frank coos, pushing open the half-closed bathroom door. You keep trying to shoo him off, flapping your hand, but he just grabs one of your scrunchies off the counter, sitting on the edge of the bathtub and gathering your hair in his hand before tying it up off the back of your neck. He slides the water beside your hand on the floor, moves his own to rub at your back. “You’ll feel better once you let it all out.”

There’s more retching, the toilet flushed, and Frank hands you a wad of tissues. “Why are you so good to me, huh?” you ask, one of your eyes squeezed shut, lipstick smeared on your mouth. “It’s like I made you in a lab or something.”

There’s another hour spent in the bathroom, Frank plying you with water and occasionally some mouthwash before you declare yourself “sufficiently empty,” and let him scoop you back up and take you back to bed. He gets you an old t-shirt from his drawer, refills your water and sets it on your nightstand, along with the bottle of ibuprofen. You sprawl on your stomach immediately, face-planting into your pillow. Frank gets himself ready for bed, stripping down to his boxers and brushing his teeth.

You let out a sleepy moan when he slides into bed next to you. He turns on his side to shut off the light and you move across the mattress in a flash, hooking your arm over his waist and pressing your face into his back.

“You really have bewitched me, Frank Castle,” you mumble into his spine, pressing a kiss there before you keep talking. “Body, soul, heart, it’s all yours.”

Frank covers your hand with his, rubbing his palm across your knuckles. “The feeling is mutual, sweetheart,” he tells you over his shoulder, grinning ear to ear. “Forever.”

“Forever,” you repeat.

+

Frank is up early the next morning, sliding carefully out of bed so he doesn’t wake you. He heads downstairs to make coffee and read the paper, and an hour later, you wander your way into the kitchen, hair fuzzy on one side. He just laughs as you round the kitchen island, coming to stand behind you, glueing yourself to his back like you had in bed.

“Still feeling lucky, sweetheart?” he asks.

You hum against him, rubbing one hand across his stomach. “The luckiest.”

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[writingsbychlo]

man i haven’t looked at ur acc in ages (no hate i just haven’t been in a dyl mood for awhile) but i’m drunk rn & ure the only dylan acc ik on this app (bc ur fics are literally GOD LIKE UR FICS ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE THEM i started reading ur blog at the beginning of quarantine when i got back into fanfics & im so glad i started with urs) anyways i was just thinking... i would LOVE LIKE ADORE RN to give mitch the sloppiest head😔 man he’s so hot dude <3 anyways ima re read ur stuff when i’m sober bc it’s so good, esp that one mitch series w/ stiles where the reader is stiles bff UGHH UR MIND ALSO!!! my other fav fic of urs is that one thomas one where the reader gets mad at him & ignored him for months but he sleeps outside her hut:(( i’m not one for angst usually but that ones rlly good omf (i’m sorry if i’m annoying u i have no self control when i drink) ALSO OMGAJEBWJWH THE ONE WITH MITCH AND BUCKY ... YEAH YEAH LETS TALK ABT IT!!! that fic of urs is the reason i have an unhealthy obsession with bucky now YGWJRVWJRVSB

i love drunk messages full of love this is so pure 🥺✨ thank you for this. also, I hope you love your reread, and I dropped you an extra little treat below the cut, hope you like it 😉

giving mitch sloppy head would be like;

being pretty drunk after a stay-in night alone

because you never really know when he’s gonna get back

and it’s always a surprise when he comes in

sometimes middle of the day, sometimes while you’re out, sometimes the early hours while you’re asleep

this time, you’re watching movie and eating takeout and drinking

it’s just gone midnight, you’re pretty drunk

and he’s not in such a good way

he’s achey and tired but his mind is still buzzing

and he’s covered in muck and blood and needs a shower

leaning over you on the couch for a soft kiss

letting you feed him a dumpling with the chopsticks before he goes for a shower

he’s gone for a while, showering and cleaning up

he potters around behind you for a bit

he has some painkillers once he’s cleaned up, and he gets a plate and shares your food

but he’s not in a very talkative mood, he’s achey but his head is still full

as it always is

so he says he’s gonna go lay in the dark, which you’re used to

he needs his head clearing, and sometimes he likes to do it alone, sometimes he wants to talk it out, sometimes he just wants a distraction

and he’s particularly touchy this time

needy for physical contact

lingering kisses, playing with your fingers, arms brushing together, holding on a little longer than normal in hugs

and a lot of longing glances that you don’t miss

so once he’s gone to the bedroom, you tidy up everything and follow through

humming as you approach the room as not to startle him when he’s still a little fragile and on edge

when you lay next to him, he rolls over, and immediately reaches out

he wants kisses, and he groans when you play with his hair, and he makes sure as much of you is touching as much of him as possible

rolling onto his back eventually

because he’s physically wrecked and needs you to do most of the work

kisses getting sloppy and needy

growing messy as he kisses along your jaw, and sucks hickies anywhere he can reach

hips beginning to grind together, and him growling under his breath each time

hands sliding down to squeeze at your ass as your nails dig into his bare chest

he’s full of desperation and you’re full of liquor

wet kisses and licks along his chest as his breathing gets shallow until you get to the edge of his sweats

tracing your tongue between the lines of toned muscle, and leaving a lovebite on his hip

a very soft whimper that he makes when you use your teeth to tease him

sweatpants getting stuck around his thighs as you both start to rush

it’s a little frenzied, and he’s loud

his hands tangled in your hair, trying to control himself

mumbled words of praise as he gasps while you work

trying not to buck up into your mouth, but starting to lose control

making a total mess once he does

fucking into your mouth, spit and tears on your cheeks because he’s weak and close to breaking and it’s a total mess

getting louder and louder

“oh god, oh god, fuck!”

“fucking hell, I love your mouth.”

“wish the lights were on, i love seeing you when i fuck your pretty mouth”

“bet your lips are red, spit on your cheeks, mouth stuffed with my cock, such a sight.”

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, fuck, don’t stop.”

“god, I love you, kitten, just like that, keep goin’“

“fuck, fuck, FUCK, oh go-”

cutting himself off with a really loud moan

everything he says after that becoming incoherent as he comes undone

making a total mess, growling every time you gag

blindly wiping his fingers over your cheeks to clear up anything he spilled

and making sure you lick his fingers clean too

“mhhm, thanks, kitten. you always know how to make me feel better. now get back up here and sit on my face so I can repay the favour.”