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fortheb0ys · 2 months

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I LOVE OLD MEN IN BRACES🙏 JEFF WOULD LOOK SO PRETTY IN THEM! Not my best work but I'll fix it later:)

FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

Jeff sat on his knees, a pout on his face and an avoidance of eye contact. He mindlessly played with his fingers. Even though he looking everywhere but you, he could feel your heavy gaze weigh on him.

You stood tall and dominant over him. He felt small compared to you. Maybe that's what turned Jeff on so much. Just sitting there under your lustful eyes, his dick painfully hard in the confines of his jeans. The toes of your shoes pressing slightly down on his bulge. Jeff felt like he could cum at any second.

"Aw bady, don't be so shy. Give me a smile. Let's see how pretty you are with your new addition." You press down harder on his cock. Jeff chokes out a small moan, holding with every ounce of will power not in cum in his jeans. He was feeling all new sorts of things that he definitely didn't never felt before.

Jeff looked up, tears welling up in his eyes and gave you the best toothy grin he could muster. His shiny new braces on display. He looked absolutely adorable.

"Please."

He was imaging what he look like in the state he was in. A pitiful man sitting kneeling at the feet of another, begging for any touch. If it was anyone but you, he would have ran and hide in the farthest corner of the earth.

"Please what, doll?" You give Jeff a smile matching his own. A slight mocking in your tone.

Jeff snaps his eyes shut, feeling your eyes burn deep at him. He's trying with every fiber of his being to not moan out his pleas.

"I-I want you in my mouth...please." Jeff moaned out his final word.

"There ya go, good boy."

Jeff felt his mouth water as you undo your pants. You weren't going to tease farther, he asked politely.

A sign leaves your mouth as relief washes over as you pull out your cock. By the looks of it, you were enjoying Jeff's pitiful sight. This wasn't a new thing for the two of you. Jeff's favorite thing was to be knelt in front of you, taking completely your cock. It's heavy weight on your tongue. His mouth watering at the thought of having that happen so soon.

Now adding to the thrill was Jeff's new braces. My smile slightly innocent.

You guide your cock to his closed lips, giving them a couple taps before lifting his top lip slightly. He looked like a growling dog as someone withheld a treat.

"Open up, doll."

Jeff hesitates no farther, mouth open before you could finish your request. You follow just as quickly to guide your swollen member into his mouth. He leaves a few licks against the tip before taking you as much as him could.

A muffled moan leaves Jeff's mouth. The vibrations send shivers down your spine. Jeff suddenly jumps as your foot begins to rub against the tent in his pants.

Jeff hallows out his cheeks and being sucking more frantically. Licking long strips on the underside of your cock. The veins tracing on his tongue.

Grunts slip your mouth. Your toes dig deeper into his pants. Jeff pushes forward to the grinding pleasure. A wet spot begins to soak through the front of his pants.

Jeff tugs at your pants to get your attention. You lock eyes and understand the plea behind. He wants you to go faster. To go harder. You know he can take everything like a champ.

You begin to thrust into his mouth at a bruising pace. Jeff chokes on the intrusion, spit begins to slip past the corner of his lips. Jeff enhales a deep breath through his nose and relaxes his throat to take you farther.

"Doing so good, doll. I don't think I can last much longer." Jeff can taste your precum as you give him the warning.

Your hand finds it's way to his top lip, lifting it up to run your fingers against his braces. It'd be such a shame for the removal. You'd have to take a picture as material for masturbating. It was the perfect sight.

Jeff is determined to stay focused at the task at hand, brow frowned. His knees started to ache and will definitely continue to the following day. His voice will surely be hoarse, He'd have to get someone else on sales duty. Or maybe he'd just call in and have you fuck him till the early hours of the morning.

Jeff seemed drift farther into his daze, mindlessly taking everything you gave him. Sex always made him feel fuzzy. The aches were worth it.

A gentle slap on his cheek brought him back to reality.

"Wanna cum with me, Angel?"

Jeff gave the best nod he could with your cock still down his throat. You thrust hard and fast, not letting up to let him breathe properly. Jeff groaned, lungs crying for air. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. You give a few more hard grinds against his cock and cums, his pants now completely dirty.

You'll pull out just enough till so just the tip rests at the front of his teeth. A few more tags, you cum. White painting his teeth but most of had fallen down his chin to drip down the neck of his collar.

Loud panting filled the silence space. Jeff looks like he's about to pass out.

"Such a good boy." You praise him once you've caught your breath.

With the last bit of his energy he could muster, Jeff gives you another smile. His shiny braces now covered in a sticky white. He'd have to get used to washing your seed out of his braces cause he knew this wasn't going to be the last time that he'd find them dirty in the same manner.

#JEFF BRAINROT #jeff sadecki #jeff sadecki x reader #jeff sadecki x male reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x male reader #dom male reader #dom reader #sub character

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ultrone · 8 months

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I feel like coming out to Jeff would be so fucking funny.

He’s buying a cake that’s shaped awfully quite like a vagina.

When you’re the car together he only plays music made by sapphic women & Hozier.

If a man comes up to you whether he’s flirting or not he’s interjecting with, “Leave my lesbian alone!” or something like that.

Asks if it’s impolite of him to offer you a hotdog.

He definitely tries to set you up with girls. “I don’t know why you just won’t ask her out? She’s hot.” “Jeff, I don’t know her sexuality.” “So ask her!”

Asks for sex help. Not in a fetish way. “You’re a woman who hooks up with women. You’re a walking cheat code!”

Buys flags and rainbow gear. Will go to Pride and enjoy being flirted with by queer men.

I don’t know why I did this. You used that picture of Jeff and had a brainstorm.

-🐈‍⬛

P.S. I’m so sorry

this is amazing i loved it so much 😭😭 best hcs of jeff i’ve ever read istg they’re so accurate LMFAOO 🙏🏻

my mans would have the time of his life at pride i swear 😭 he’d also come to gay bars with you and accept drinks from random cute men ☠️

#.yjs-inbox #jeff sadecki thoughts #jeff sadecki x reader #jeff sadecki x you #yellowjackets thoughts #꒰ 🐈‍⬛ anon ꒱

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p4rsuade · 2 months

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one night is all it takes ➤ robert stahl (PART THREE)

𝓼ummary. one night is all it takes for your life to change and fall apart. one night for it to change the rest of your life forever. nina’s life was incredulously boring and her days to seem to be an endless circle. she was lonely, stuck in a small apartment alone with one cat, in a town where she knew nobody and she thought she thought nothing good will ever come to her, that was until she had met robert stahl in a bar. and that’s when her story begins.

𝔀arnings. smut (giving head)

𝔀ord count. 958

robert stahl (shades of blue) x female oc

“Harlee, o’fuck... shit..” He groaned as he sat with his back against the headboard, keeping a firm grip in the prostitute’s hair as he pushes her mouth up and down onto his hard cock, her gagging and the clashing of the back of her throat and his tip filling the room’s lack of noise. “C’mon, you can do this..” He pushes her down until his entire dick was in her mouth. “There ya go..” He groaned, rolling his head back as he closes his eyes, biting back a moan.

“Fuuuuck, Nina..”

He pauses.

He opens his eyes and looks down at the prostitute who was still going down on him, and he gripped her hair and pushed her off.

“Ow, what the fuck?!” The woman scoffs as she looks up at him, wiping his seminal fluids off her lips with her finger.

He rubs his hand over his face in exasperation, “Get out.” He mutters. “What?”

“I said get out!” He snaps, and her eyes widen, and she got out of the bed, picking her clothes off the floor. “Fuck you.” She spat, and she walked out of the room, slamming the door.

He sat there in disbelief, rubbing his face again. What the fuck?

It’s been three weeks since their one night stand. Three weeks since he’s seen Nina. Three weeks since he’s kicked her out of his house almost immediately..

And fuck, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. His mind was preoccupied with two women.. Harlee, and Nina, and he was getting frustrated.

He needs a drink.

He slipped out of bed and picked up his boxers from off the floor, slipping them on, and then he picked up his trousers, pulling them on. He lets out a groan, rubbing his face again. His lips pursed into a thin line as he looked for the rest of his clothes.

—

He sat on the stool, staring at his glass that hung loosely around his fingers, and then he downs it as if it was his last drink.

Why the fuck was he thinking about Nina? He’s the one who kicked her out. She’s not even that special, just a simple lay, like the rest of the women he’s ever slept with.

He was too preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn’t realise somebody moved into the stool next to him; and when he finally did, and looked up, he felt as if his body just gave up on him.

Nina.

Should I speak to her? Should I ignore her? Should I get out? And before he could even decide, his body was already speaking for him than his mind. “Nina..” He breathes out, “Long time, no see.” He grins. Long time, no see? What, are you fucking stupid?

Her eyes glance over at him, and she pauses momentarily. “Robert..” She hums quietly, “Guess you weren’t wrong about being a regular.”

And he laughs, “Mm, yeah. You likin’ this place then? Seein’ as you’re comin’ back for seconds.” He cringed at himself, he didn’t mean it like that.

She stayed silent for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s a nice place.”

“How’s Harlee?”

Her question catches him off guard, and his grip tightens on the glass, if he didn’t realise and stop himself, he would’ve broken the glass, breaking it into tiny little pieces, but that’s how he felt in the moment. His heart ached as he heard her name escape her lips, and to be perfectly honest, he should move on. Harlee and him weren’t on good terms anymore. He fucked it up, although he wouldn’t like to admit it.

Nina was right in front of his eyes, and he was worried about another woman. But no, God, fuck no, Nina was just a simple lay, get in and get out. But, he was starting to doubt himself.

“Yeah, yeah, she’s alright.” He musters out, giving her a quick nod. “Doin’ well, yep.” His lips pursed into a thin line as his gaze turns back to his glass.

Simple lay.. Nah, fuck it. “Can we talk?” He finally looks over at her again.

“We’re already talking.” She replies, raising her brow. “No, I mean..” He lets out a groan, he wasn’t angry at her, but at himself rather. “About that night.”

He could see her demeanour tensing up, and he lets out a sigh.

“There’s nothing to talk ab—“ He cuts her off, grabbing her wrist. “No, don’t say that.” He shakes his head, “I treated ya horribly the mornin’ of. I’m really sorry, Nina.”

“It’s fine.”

His grip tightens, “But it’s not. I called ya H-Harl..” Even her name he couldn’t mutter out anymore, what the fuck was going on with him? “Fuck, ya know what I said. Listen.. I was just wonderin’ if we could hang out sometime.” And probably fuck her again. His thoughts whirled back to that night, her cries of pleasure, her whimpers, the way her eyes brimmed with tears as she got to her brink of rel— Stop, Robert.

She was taken aback, he could see it in her eyes. “Hang out?” She asks, as if she needed to make sure she heard him right. “Yeah, hang out. If ya want. I.. we didn’t get to learn much about each other last time, didn’t we?” He lets out a weak chuckle, and she nods and her lips curved into a small smile. “Yeah.. I guess we didn’t.”

“So, thatta yes?” He asks, his eyes glistening in hope of her agreeing to see him again.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” She chuckles.

And he smiles back, before loosening his grip on her wrist, but he still held onto her, as if she was going to run away from him.

#warren kole #robert stahl #shades of blue #jeff sadecki #phillip graves #jeff sadecki x reader #phillip graves x reader #robert stahl x reader #warren kole x reader #robert stahl x oc #warren kole x oc #phillip graves x oc #jeff sadecki x oc #cod #yellowjackets

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htchnr · 3 months

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let's sit down and talk.

i will be linking this in my nav post that's pinned to my profile so people can easily find this post.

i'm going to fully type this out for the final time, i will not be reuploading my Jeff Sadecki fics or any other Warren Kole character fics that i had written last year.

no i'm not going to 'maybe' reupload them at some point, it's a definitive decision i made when i deleted my blog last summer due to the flood of hate.

i will not be reuploading my old fics, of any kind. not my old MW2 fics, not my old other videogame character fics like Joel Miller or John Seed (i'm however not opposed to writing new stuff for them for them).

i am begging you all to stop asking me to reupload my fics.

the same thing goes for requesting the ideas that my old fics were based on to see if i might rewrite them. i will not. so please reserve your energy and do not bother with it.

i'm sorry that you all loved certain fics and want to reread them, but the fact is that they're not ever going to be posted and people need to come to terms with that.

now i do understand that not everyone who read those fics follows my blog and not everyone gets these memo's where i time and time again explain the same thing, so i am now pinning this somewhere where it's easy to find.

please respect this, and for the love of god stop asking the same things over and over.

- Aurora, htchnr.

#jeff sadecki diet mountain dew fics #jeff sadecki x you #jeff sadecki x reader #warren kole x you #warren kole x reader

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whinesandwhimpers · 4 months

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why are there no jeff sadecki x reader fanfics on ao3 (except for literally one that hasnt been updated since like may) 😭

#jeff sadecki x reader #do i have to write some myself

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damagnificentcookie · 4 months

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Yellowjacket

Lottie Matthews

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Misty Quigley

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Natalie Scatorccio

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Laura Lee

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Jackie Taylor

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Shauna Shipman

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Taissa Turner

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Van Palmer

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Jeff Sadecki

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#lottie matthews x reader #misty quigley x reader #nat scatorccio x reader #laura lee x reader #Jackie Taylor x reader #Shauna Shipman x reader #Tai Turner x reader #van palmer x reader #Jeff Sadecki x reader #wlw #requests open

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heymickyursofine · 3 months

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Who I write for - Dean Brannock (The Watcher), Benny Weir (Mbav), Older!Daniel Larusso (Cobra Kai), Older!Jeff Sadecki (Yellowjackets), Ajax Petropolus (Wednesday), Irwin M. Fletcher (Fletch), James "Mac" Mackreides (The Meg 1 & 2), Catherine Tramell (Basic Instinct 1992), Katie Maloney (Vanderpump Rules), Carter Davis (Happy Death Day).

Rules - If I write for a real person it probably won't be accurate or as accurate to their personality irl, I'm still iffy on writing for real people. This list will probably change as I watch more TV and develop hyperfixations.

Extra info - If I choose not to write a request please respect that and forgive me, sometimes not all prompts work for me and I don’t know where to go with it. Also bear with me as I write I might take a bit to get requests done, I'm in school. But I will try to hurry and get them done asap.

— I write for GN reader or Fem reader, but not Male reader. When requesting please state if you want the reader to be female or gender neutral!

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awarrenswhore · 3 months

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Not an Affair (M)

→ pairing | Phillip Graves x Reader

→ genre | smut, angst, domestic au! Fem!reader.

→ word count | 3,415

→ summary | You ended up getting involved with one of your parents' friends after getting back from college, had a few hot nights with him until you discovered he was married. You ended up developing feelings for him, but after finding out that he hadn't signed the divorce papers yet, you decide to throw everything in his face and end the affair. But god only knows how persuasive Phillip can be.

→ warnings |sex, Adult content, alcoholic beverages, low slang words. unprotected sex. cheating (the reader helps him to cheat or something like that)

→ A/N| I don't know what came over me, I just decided I was going to write a smut with Phillip Graves. English is not my first language so sorry for my mistakes. It's kind shitty lol

When you finally returned home, Phillip was in the kitchen, sitting at the counter with a bottle of Whiskey in front of him and two glasses. One of them was half finished, and the other was empty. As if he was waiting for someone to drink with him.

He was looking out of the window, sipping his whiskey and just staring out. When you got home he didn't even glance at you, he was just lost, trying not to think about the words you had said earlier. When he saw you enter the kitchen he looked up at you with a pained look in his eyes. He had already started drinking the whiskey hoping that it would numb the pain and make the conversation easier but he was just making things worst. He was feeling desperate to say something or get this over with because the longer it took the more the anxiety was building up inside of him. "Can I talk to you?"

You couldn’t help but feel like you should ignore him, act as if nothing had ever happened. But those sad blue eyes didn't let you continue on your way to your room. Then you walked to the other side of the counter, facing him.

His mind was already a mess of emotions, and now seeing your face made his heart beat uncontrollably fast. The anxiety he felt was at the peak and he just wanted to tell you everything so he could get this moment over with. You could see that he was trying to hide his pain but it was so evident that it would be impossible to not spot. He took one last sip of his whiskey and poured you a glass hoping you would join him.

You looked at the glass, then at him, and back at the glass, taking it in your hands and taking a sip. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"No" he said, taking a sip from his whiskey. "I just want us to get our minds relaxed. The last thing I wanna do is have this conversation while our minds are clouded, this is important to both of us."

"Okay, go ahead."

He took a deep breath in and let it out. Then he slowly began to speak. "the past few weeks we've been spending time together I thought we had something more. You felt different. But it all changed today when you threw my words back in my face like I was just using you for my own satisfaction, not once did I ever think that our relationship was just based on sex."

You shook your head, waiting for him to continue, too tired to argue.

"You didn't even try to listen to me. You just decided to get up and leave and I felt my heart crush into pieces when you said all of that to me. It's not right because what we had was not just sex. What we had was real, it was a true bond but it all seemed to mean nothing to you. I was hoping I could convince you to come back to me, but how can I do that if you refuse to believe me? You're too stuck in this stupid idea that I was only with you to have fun."

At times like this, I should use my smart mouth, but I felt like if I said something, it would only make the situation worse and we would fight again. You thought, just taking another sip of the drink and continued listening to him.

"You see the way I look at you every day, the way you make my heart feel like it's going to jump out of my chest, how could it have been only about fun? I'm sure you felt this way too, how could you not? The way my body responds to yours. We never acted selfishly or without thinking, I knew when I went in bed with you that I would get attached, I knew the risks and I knew what it meant to my life. You said all those cruel words and it felt like I've just been thrown away." He paused "I'm divorcing her... I just, i'm not the one for her. And she's not the one for me, you are. I wasn't just using you for your body. I've found someone that I felt was meant by me and it's you. I want you to be mine." Your silence was making him uncomfortable "Will you please just be reasonable and talk to me?"

You took a deep breath, staring at your empty glass. You wet your lips with your tongue before looking at him. “I Already told you how this situation bothers me and I know I shouldn't have gotten involved with you. But there's nothing I can do. You are the person who has to make a decision here, not me." you said calmly.

The moment he heard those words he felt like a sharp knife had stabbed him in the heart. You refused to talk to him and he wanted so badly for you two to work out. The marriage was already over so there was nothing stopping him from just ending it now and being with you. But now it all came crashing down on him when you said that there was nothing you could do. His eyes were locked into yours as he stood up from the chair and walked up very close to you, looking down at your face. "I already made my choice," he said softly "this whole time you were the one for me."

"I don't believe you." you said looking right at his eyes.

"Just let me show you." His eyes were filled with pain and desperation, he wasn't planning to let you get away this easily. "I'll do anything to prove to you that it was more than sex. How can you say you have feelings for me and then just shut me down at the same time? It doesn't make sense and I know you still have feelings for me too. You can't deny that. Please, let us talk about this."

"The only thing I know is that while we're having this conversation, you're still married to her. And until that ends, I won't fall for your charms again." You said decidedly. "You want me? You'll have me the day you sign the divorce papers. Until then, don't touch me." I got up.

His heart skipped a beat the moment you put the conditions so easily. "So... So you're saying you will take me back... Once I sign the papers?"

"If you sign the papers."

The excitement he felt at that moment was unbearable. He could already see the two of you together and living as a real couple. "I will." he said firmly, not even hesitating a bit.

Seconds later, they heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Your mother's figure appeared in the kitchen, smiling. "Hey, what are you guys doing? Drinking? Pour me another glass because we need to celebrate." She said laughing, grabbing a glass for herself. "I got promoted at work." She said. That whole situation, you needed to put a smile on my face. "Congratulations, Mom."

The both of you had to act like there was nothing wrong between you two and it would be one of the hardest things to do right now. Your mother was being way too happy and had her full attention on the two of you. It was impossible to have a serious conversation now or to leave. She just had the best news and she deserved to be happy so you both had to act as if nothing was wrong and nothing was about to change.

"I'd like to stay to celebrate, but Ryan asked me out today. So I'd better go." you said taking short steps towards the door.

"Oh come on, can't you stay for at least a little bit?" your mother said. “Your Father is coming to celebrate too, he will be home soon.” She was excited to celebrate, it was odd that you were just leaving all of a sudden, The idea of you going out with Ryan made him feel like he was going to throw up.

"it's just a little celebration, it'll be fun." Graves tried to stay calm, not wanting to show the jealous in his eyes. "Once we finish, i'll take you to him."

You looked into his eyes. "No need, I'll take a cab." Phillip has no right to be jealous of me. You thought.

"I insist." He replied firmly "I'll take you."

"I'm just going to take a quick shower and come back." Your mother said going upstairs, leaving you and Graves alone again.

"And i said that i don't need you to take me, Phillip."

He was fighting the urge to scream internally. His fists clenched tight and he had to force his mouth from saying things that he would regret. "just listen to me for a minute. I know you don't need me to take you, ok? Just let me do it. I insist."

"Why? Just so you know where I'm going? For what? So you can show up there and ruin my date?”

The words were cutting him like a knife. He didn't even deny the reasons you gave him because they were true, he was going to ruin the date. He was jealous and you just made him acknowledge it. "Yes... That's why."

"You can't do that. I already told you, I will be yours the day you sign the divorce papers, until then, you will not touch me. But other guys will. Because if you can fuck her, I can fuck other guys."

That hit him like a bullet to the chest. Your words hurt him way more than if you had just slapped his face. The jealousy and the anger were making him furious, to realize that you could possibly meet other men made him feel sick to death. He couldn't let that happen, he wanted you, only you. Suddenly a wave of anger invaded his body and Phillip let his intrusive thoughts control him. He grabbed your throat and pushed you against the fridge, putting one hand behind your head so it wouldn't hit the fridge and hurt you. His breathing became heavy, and he placed his forehead against yours, lowering his face to your neck, smelling you, smelling your scent before pressing himself against you, trapping you between him and the refrigerator. He moistened his lips and pressed them together, alternating his gaze between your eyes and your mouth before focusing on your eyes.

"If you ever let another man touch you, I will kill them."

You couldn't help feeling excited by his actions, your entire body shivering with his words, the possessiveness that you had never seen in his eyes gave him even more charm and the desire you had to open your legs for him and let him ravishes you was almost uncontrollable. But you wouldn't let him think he was in control. “I don’t believe you.” You provoked him.

"You will." he hissed between his teeth, his voice sounding threatening as he pressed his lips and caressed your neck, with this eyes locked onto yours. You started to feel dizzy from his touch, and the smell of whiskey was heavy on his breath. His mouth was so close to yours and it made you feel so hot and weak. His body was pressing even harder against yours, and the air was becoming thick to breath. "I own you." he whispered against your lips "Don't you forget that." He said before kissing you passionately.

You felt like he had manipulated you, but when his lips met your, you forgot everything, your mind went blank and you could only press your body against his, desperate for more contact. Moaning against his lips, your hands went to his hair, and Graves's free hand went to your thigh, lifting it and fitting between your legs. His kiss was aggressive and breathtaking, and his right hand squeezed your throat using the right pressure to not leave you completely breathless, while his left hand stuck his fingers into your skin, the pain causing you more pleasure.

Your moans sent him over the edge, causing his grip to become tighter, his movements becoming rough and his kiss more urgent. As his fingers pressed into your skin you felt the intense sensation of his hand exploring your body. The combination of the pain and pleasure was making you feel all sorts of feelings that you never felt before. His mouth was still locked with yours and the sensation of him kissing you was getting more and more intense. Your mind was starting to blur and there was nothing else but the sensation of his touch and your body. He was getting close to kissing your neck and exploring everything and the thought of him exploring your body like this was making you shiver in pleasure and anticipation. He was losing control over you and he was making you his, there was no other way to explain it. He didn't think about anything else in that particular moment but being as rough as he wanted with you. His hands squeezed your skin and your body with all his force, not stopping till he felt like he had drained the last drop of your pleasure and desire for him.

Your cell phone started ringing on the counter, looking over Phillip's shoulder you could see that the caller ID was Ryan’s name. "I need to answer."

The ringing of your phone was the last thing he wanted to hear. He was so consumed by his desire to make you his again that the thought of another man calling your phone, or you answering it, was causing him pure rage. A wave of jealousy started to overwhelm him. Ryan, he couldn't stand the thought of your date still happening. He had to do something to stop it. And he would.

Graves didn't waste any more time, he let go of your throat, and unbuttoned his own pants and lowered them along with his underwear just enough for his hard cock to be free, he took advantage of the fact that your thigh was still around his waist and slipped his hand under your dress, pushing your panties to the side before pushing his cock into your soaked entrance, making you moan loudly as he filled you completely. He started to pound hard against you, so hard that the fridge behind you was shaking and banging against the wall behind it. It was impossible to control your moans, throwing your head back with your eyes closed, the feeling of being filled by him was too strong and you could barely breathe without letting out a grunt of pleasure.

Phillip smiled, ecstatic at that scene, seeing you so at his mercy. He then reached back, taking your cell phone, and without stopping his thrusts, he answered it. "(y/n)'s cell phone, who is it?" He asked and you immediately opened your eyes, widening them, letting out a loud moan when he gave a hard thrust, hitting your spot. You couldn't think of anything, you didn't even try to take the cell phone from his hand.

"Who are you?" The male voice on the other end of the line asked harshly.

"Do you hear that noise, asshole?" Graves said through gritted teeth. "That's the sound of my cock making (y/n) cum. Don't ever call her again, she already has an owner." And so he turned off the cell phone, throwing it on the floor and using his arm to hug the you, kissing you furiously while thrusting with speed, strength and skill. Graves grabbed your other thigh, pulling towards his waist having complete control of the situation, grunting and thrusting into your pussy like it was the end of the world.

And it didn't take long for both of you to reach climax.

You were breathing heavy, trying to normalize, your hearts beating in sync, sweat running down your bodies.

"What the fuck did you just do?" you asked, your arms Around his neck, hyperventilating.

"Nothing" he replied between his breaths "I'm just letting him know to stay away from you. I just claimed what was mine. I don't need another man bothering you." His breath was heavy and his voice was still filled with anger.He was leaning his body towards yours, his breathing was extremely heavy and you could feel his breath hitting your face, making you shiver. "That was a very pleasant feeling." He said with some difficulty, his voice was rough and his breath was full of desperation. "Do you know what else is going to be a very pleasant feeling? I will break anyone who dares come near you and that includes Ryan there. You are mine and mine only you hear me?" he said pressing his head into the side of your neck.

"Yeah, i hear you." You whispered. All your defenses were down and you felt like you were fucked.

A wave of pleasure and excitement had overwhelmed him and the thought of you giving in to him had made him feel so strong that he couldn't contain himself. "Good girl" he then began kissing your neck and caressing your back, pulling you towards him. You felt his finger trail down the back of your leg and pull up your dress. This was a feeling you loved and it made the both of you want each other even more. If only he could make you feel this way all the time...

"Fuck! My mom is upstairs." A wave of realization washed over and you pushed Phillip away, feeling his juices spill down your thighs. "Shit, if she finds us like this, she's going to be pissed." I picked up my phone from the floor. "Damn, what if she heard?"

"Shhh... She didn't hear anything." his voice was whispering close to your ear. The thought of your mother walking into this scene made him nervous as well, he didn't want to make this situation worse. "Just go to your room and clean yourself up. I'll clean the floor here." he replied hastily as he pulled up his pants and buttoned them. His body was sweating and his breathing was still heavy due to the intense pleasure the two of you had just experienced. "But don't even try to sneak out of your window to go to that stupid date."

"Well, it's not like I can now, you seem to have made it pretty clear to Ryan that I already have someone, he won't ever want to talk to me again, you idiot."

"Good" he grinned, satisfied at the fact that Ryan would no longer be a threat. "Besides, you're better off without him. You would be just another one in his long list of ex's. You don't need that. You need someone who is going to love you and take care of you and I am the only one who can do that."

"I'm not even going to try argue with you right now." you rolled my eyes and runned to the second floor.

While he cleaned up the mess that the two of you made inside the kitchen, he thought about what had just happened. The thought of that guy taking you out on a date and probably trying to do something intimate with you had filled him with so much rage that the thought of him touching you had made him go crazy. The jealousy and the desire had overwhelmed him and you didn't even fight back. You enjoyed every second of it, and he made sure that this feeling would continue and you would never have to worry about anyone else touching you. He smiled, satisfied that you had agreed to cancel your date and that you were going to be at home that night. The feeling that he had accomplished his mission made him want to jump and kick his legs, like a child. He was feeling euphoric and the only thought that was crossing his mind was having you to himself, without any other man in the picture. Graves was finally feeling like a human again.

#phillip graves #jeff sadecki #warren kole #phillip graves smut #phillip´graves x you #cod smut #call of duty smut #cod x reader #phillip graves x reader #cod angst #fem!reader

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sky-is-the-limit · 3 months

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𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚐, 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚘, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚞𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚎.

#oh my fucking god I'd let him stretch it so wide that he could take a dive #till he visibly molds my throat into his shape #this is his best look THE MOUSTACHE????#warren kole #phillip graves #cod #call of duty #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves smut #jeff sadecki

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pxlvrxs · 3 months

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need him (hes old enough to be my father)

#.pxlvrxs #phillip graves x reader #jeff sadecki #phillip graves #warren kole #call of duty

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reveluving · 4 months

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mother knows best ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki

summary: mama knows love when she sees one. or three.

warnings: mostly Phil & Jeff’s mom’s POV, mentions of angst (teen!Jeff cheating but not on you, family fights, parents passing away), very tiny allusions to s~mut (minors DNI!), loads of fluff towards the end, Mama Denise is yours and her boys’ number one fan 🩷

a/n: thought I’d use this chance to write this after this ask! this is based on this lil' post! I know Jeff’s mom is named Linda but this is about him and Phil, a.k.a. my mind, so say hello to Mama Denise! pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» interested in more of the series? find it here & here!

Denise Baker has always been a sweet lady. The epitome of a Southern’s hospitality. Married twice, first to a man named Danny Sadecki, then the second being Tom Graves after Danny passed away. They were good people. The best, feeling grateful each day for giving her the best gifts a hopeful mother could ever ask for.

Two amazing boys.

Keeping their last names rather than changing them to her maiden name was instinctive. At a one-year-plus age gap, Phil took after his mother’s Southern twang whereas Jeff followed his stepfather’s general American accent. They grew to be one happy family, and the brothers, despite their differences in interests and personality, would fight tooth and nail for one another.

But since Tom’s passing, the boys have been less lively, and understandably so. No matter how well they hid their sadness behind innocent smiles each time their mother was in the room, she could see right through them. She didn’t know what she did to earn such sweet boys, always attentive to their Mama at a young age, but she had always hoped to see the fire in them return someday.

That was until they met you.

You and Phil were the same age, just beginning middle school with his brother somewhere a little further from the Bakers’ than the town’s high school.

The brothers had been waiting for their mother to pick them up when you slid next to Phil in the waiting chair. It was raining cats and dogs in Wiskayok, so you had to squeeze yourself into the bus stop to avoid getting drenched.

“Sorry,” You squeaked with a guilty smile when your shoulders touched.

Phil was beyond the age of believing in cooties, plus, he and Jeff were a mama’s boy, and she didn’t raise a woman (girl?)-hater.

“S’okay.” His smile was half-hearted, a little miffed that he couldn’t get to the stand in time when it began raining, and at this point, Jeff had noticed your sudden presence. They’ve seen you before, especially Phil. You always sat in front of him in class, mostly seen with full of life and blinding smile with a missing tooth.

“Your mom’s coming late, too?” Phil knew he didn’t have to make the conversation any longer than he’d like, but he had no reason to do that with you. You were so… nice, and yet, so respectful. Always giving him a wave instead of barging into his personal space bubble like a lot of his classmates did.

Plus, his mother was already thirty minutes late, what was there to lose?

“Yeah. My brother and I have been waitin’ for a lil’ while,” He replied with a shrug, pausing for a second before asking, “You?”

“Yeah, same,” You responded, though more lighthearted than he was, kicking your feet as you looked at the road, “It’s okay, though. Mom’s always busy. They’re probably tired. So long I’m not alone here, I’m not scared to wait for my mom.”

There you go, with your smile again. Phil couldn’t help but smile back, it was tiny but you could see the slight quirk of his lips. Jeff, too, found your positivity infectious and had been listening.

He had joined in on the conversation moments after. It was fairly light, with Jeff doing most of the talking, but that didn’t mean Phil wasn’t listening and chiming in once in a while. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later when Denise came, rushing over to her boys with an umbrella and endless apologies.

You were ready to say goodbye to the two and resume waiting on your own when Denise approached you with a motherly look.

“Hi, darlin,” She crouched in front of you, with Jeff and Phil at a perfect height as they stood under her umbrella, “I’m Denise, Jeffrey and Phillip’s mama. What’s your name?”

You were a lot shyer with her, considering she was an adult, but you trusted her enough with your name since you kinda knew his youngest.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Even with the heavy rain, her soft-spoken voice was hard to miss, “D’you know when y’mama will come pick you up?”

You shook your head, telling her that with your mother working at a busy cafe, it could vary. And like you told the boys, you were alright with waiting rather than daring to walk home since the bus stop was always full. Still, Denise, ever the kind-hearted woman, offered to drive you to your mother’s workplace.

Denise understood that you were wary and good on you for being careful, but to her surprise, Jeff and Phil were nice enough to reassure you. And whether you agreed because of their mother’s gentleness, Jeff’s natural talent to make you feel comfortable with all three of them or even the hint of promise in Phil’s eyes that everything was going to be fine, Denise was glad you did.

Your mother was extremely thankful, even offered to pay for their lunch for their next visit, but Denise refused and with the two becoming fast friends just as you were with Jeff and Phil, the rest was history.

Though, high school was… eventful, to say the least. While the two of you remained close, almost joined at the hip, you and Phil sometimes preferred backing off as Jeff’s popularity grew. Not that Jeff’s behaviour changed with the two of you, he was still the dorky, good-willed boy you knew.

Although you and Phil may have fought a little with Jeff when he told you about his cheating on Jackie with Shauna. He broke up with Jackie soon after, but his decision to stay with Shauna may or may not have affected your friendship. You and his brother weren’t too keen on the idea of their own friend/brother being a cheater after all.

Jeff especially hated it when it rocked what the two of you had. He was dumb enough to think ending up with Shauna or Jackie would make him forget his interest in you, and surprise surprise, it didn’t. The three of you stayed close friends, though he promised never to bring up about Shauna around you or Phil at all.

And then, high school ended.

Phil’s decision to leave town for the Marines was not only the biggest shock to the neighbourhood but especially to his own family. Not that he didn’t have the means to be one, if anything, his mother and brother knew he’d be one of, if not, the best ones out there. He just never expressed his interest in military work at all.

Throughout their years as a family, Mama had never seen the two fight so badly until Jeff discovered that Phil had been considering leaving Wiskayok, leaving their mother after they both finished community college. Though their fall-out didn’t last long, no more than two weeks, especially when their mother expressed her worries and sadness over their rocky relationship.

Plus, Jeff didn’t want what strong bond he had with his brother to end just like that. He cared for his brother too much, and in their moment of vulnerability, he apologized for not doing more in their high school years. When some of his peers saw his little brother as his shadow rather than a person. Phil insisted that he barely cared about them, even flat out said they weren’t necessarily his friends unless it had to do anything with football.

They hugged it out, and Mama was over the moon. Suddenly, the thought of Phil leaving for the military wasn’t as difficult, knowing that her boys were still going to keep in touch, and on a high note, no less.

He spent his last month in Wiskayok with you and your mother with the most mundane of things.

But oh, how Mama’s emotions dipped when you, too, left shortly after your mother passed away.

She couldn’t put it past you for doing so. How could she, when you’ve been nothing but an angel? A one in a million and she’d be damned if she convinced you to stay like a bird in a cage. As much as she and Jeff would love to, insisting that there was something for you in town, but just like with Phil, they didn’t. It was far too selfish of them, and you had so much potential.

And as thankful as Mama was to have Jeff by her side at all times, there was someone else.

Shauna.

Shauna never sat right with her, no matter how far she was ‘willing’ to go to get to know her future mother-in-law better. Though the smile she brought out of Jeff was nowhere near as big or as wholesome as he was with you, there was a hint of guilt for feeling the way she did. Hoping you’d end up with one of her sons.

But she wasn’t the only one thinking as such, but Jeff felt that he had lost his chance when you left.

So, he carried himself again to be a better person, especially when he truly believed Shauna was the one, much to his mother’s disbelief. Hell, she’d seen bigger smiles from him when he was with that Jackie girl before they broke up.

But her boy was insistent.

Maybe, for once, her mother’s intuitions were wrong.

And as the days went by, the possibility of Jeff putting a ring on Shauna grew higher, Mama did her best to accept her as her own. The two were civil at best, and no doubt that was enough for the two.

But the years grew dull for the Sadeckis, and the second Jeff came knocking on his mother’s door at two in the morning, his wife not in sight, she knew she should’ve done more to stop what they had.

It began with petty arguments, with Jeff being the one apologizing to Shauna, despite knowing she was in the wrong or if she began the fight in the first place. Then it became quarrels, something about her nonexistent book club when in reality, she had been meeting up with a man named Adam.

Each time Mama received a call from her eldest, telling her that he and his wife ‘needed space’, she’d cook up a nice meal and make sure his old room was ready with the amenities he needed.

If it weren’t for Jeff’s attempts to calm his mother down, telling her it wasn’t worth the trouble, she would’ve marched down to Shauna’s front door and knocked some sense into her with a rolling pin. How dare she point her finger at Jeff, attempting to invalidate her own faults by saying it was him who cheated first during their years of marriage, thus, giving her the green light to do the same.

Although yes, Jeff has done it once, when he cheated on Jackie, he regretted it. Immensely, especially seeing the disappointment in his mother’s face. Oh, how he apologized to her like he had committed the biggest sin of all, and frankly, he did. And though his mother was dismayed by his dishonesty, she knew when any of her boys truly regretted something.

Boy, never has he wished for things to turn out differently and still, he wanted to work things out, when he tried to show his mother what he saw in Shauna.

And she did, but she didn’t see what she or Jeff hoped she’d saw. The final straw was when his wife—his ex-wife disrespected his mother in her own house. He had given her many chances, forgiving her more times than he could count, but he could not stand for her raising her voice at his beloved mother.

Denise had every right to feel grateful when the divorce happened, but that didn't mean she openly celebrated it in front of her son. But Phil was different, even went as far as having a congratulatory gift sent to their doorstep since he was still on duty. Despite knowing his brother was rolling in dough with his line of work, Jeff couldn’t help but gawk at the gifts, much to his mother’s amusement. A set of cashmere sweaters that probably cost anywhere from half to one grand, complete with a few bottles of fragrances and even one of the finest reds to commemorate the moment. Plus, a personalized rose-gold bracelet for Mama because why wouldn’t he want to spoil her at any given chance?

And though he and his mother did enjoy a few sips after moving back into the Bakers’ house, he couldn’t help but wonder how you were doing.

But he didn’t have to wait for long.

The day you and Phil returned to Wiskayok, standing in front of Mama’s door, she nearly dropped to her knees. Not only has she missed her youngest boy, despite his efforts in calling and texting and visiting in secret each time his deployment ended, but she most certainly missed you, too. It was your first time visiting since the very day you left, after all. Phil didn’t take it to heart when his mother scolded him for not telling her that the two of you were colleagues and maybe were together.

In reality, though, she had a feeling that you were still around. Closer than what you made them believe.

There were days when Phil had a chance to call his mother, and she’d suddenly bring you up. Wondering aloud if you were alright, how life was treating you in God knows where, and somehow, Phil’s confidence in his responses, telling her that he was certain you were doing well, she believed him. Word for word. As if she knew he was with you throughout your journey to find yourself, just like he did.

And she’d be right when the universe reunited you and Phil on the battlefield. When Shadow Company joined forces with 141 and Los Vaqueros, not expecting to find the girl of his dreams amongst the chaos and in those years, you laughed, you smiled, you wept and you released yourself for him and him alone. Finally acknowledging what the two of you were afraid to address as teenagers all those years ago.

Phil couldn’t imagine bringing his walls down for someone other than you and though like with everyone else, he still kept up the proud and almost infuriating act, no one else had the privilege to see the more caring, affectionate side of him except for you.

But Mama wasn't the only one surprised by the revelation.

On the first night of your arrival, Jeff didn't talk much, instead, hanging on to your every word. From the very moment you reached the city alone for the first time, till the very day you carried yourself into your team and reunited with Phil. How you even remembered the gifts you were meaning to give him and their mother in the middle of the conversation. And as the night fell, you insisted on booking a hotel not far from the neighbourhood.

Oh, how Mama has missed the old days when she'd tell you to stay over, making sure to call your mother about your whereabouts. While she wouldn’t dream of replacing your mother, it was understandable how her attentiveness for you has skyrocketed, now that she knew you and his son were coming over much more often.

Still, she had conditions, eyeing Phil with a knowing look before telling him that you’d be staying in the guestroom. Still spick and span for hopeful days like these. Phil's cheeky smile was worth a thousand words, knowing his mother had caught on to what type of little games the two of you played. Her eye-roll was good-natured, even letting out a hearty laugh when she caught the embarrassed look on your face.

Throughout your stay, she saw how your relationship with Phil blossomed, and how the more-than-friendly feelings between you and Jeff were beginning to rekindle. How her sons’ true emotions—their true colours were showing in that same very house as it always did, as if nothing had changed. Mama knew there was something more to the loving looks they’d give you whenever you looked away.

And when she saw the three of you hanging out and sitting close in the backyard patio, watching the stars and laughing over a stupid stunt one of them had done as kids, she knew that you and her boys were going to be A-ok.

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a/n: we love mama denise. ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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fortheb0ys · 6 months

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BOTTOM JEFF SADECKI X TOP MALE READER

☆' I WANNA FINGER FUCK YOUR MOUTH, BABY '☆

Am I making braces hot? Yes. Yes, I am. I need Jeff x male reader and there's none therefore I am responsible for creating it.

WARNING: oral fixation, throat fucking with fingers, dry humping

FEM ALIGN + MINORS DNI

Jeff gives such 'I had braces for three years' vibes.

He has permanent retainers at the back of both his top and bottom teeth. At first, you didn't know they were there. But during a very heated makeout session, your tongue explores the inside of his mouth.

You pull back once you feel them, confused at the foreign feeling that touch you tongue. Jeff looks at you with the same expression.

He panics thinking he did something wrong. Without much thought you shove your fingers into Jeff's mouth. Much to his embarrassment, a moan slipped out. As deep blush spread across his face, as your fingers pry open his mouth. This was definitely not how Jeff thought your first intimate moments were going to be like.

Jeff felt the embrassment consume him as you searched in his mouth for what seemed like forever. Drool began to pool in the corners of his lips, slowly making it's way down his chin. His cock hardened in his jeans, tenting the tight blue fabric. He mentally cursed his cock for being so interested in your fingers.

God, do I have a oral...what's that word? Fix? Fixation! Yeah, that!

He brushed that thought aside for another time. Hopefully you'll have your fingers in his mouth more than once.

"The fuck's with the metal shit on your teeth?" You ask once you see the wire along the back.

From some reason Jeff's brain didn't put two and two together, now just realizing you felt his retainer.

"Oh, Jesus, f-fuck. Thought I-I did something wrong for a second there." Jeff nervously stammered out, wiping his sweating palms on his shirt. The urge to come in his pants subsidies as the sense embarrassment of enveloped him.

He wasn't sure if it was the embarrassment of his childhood braces or the fact he nearly came untouched during your first shared makeout session.

"I forgot to tell ya I had braces for a bit when I was a kid. Put some shit at the back after they took 'em out. Is...are they weird?"

Before he could get an answer from you, your fingers shove into his mouth once again. Thumbs gently force his mouth open.

Jeff felt the same pleasure as he did before as you pushed your thumbs deeper into his mouth. Tears rolled down his face as he gags on your fingers. He wasn't sure how far his gag reflex went, but right now you were testing his limits.

He was now definitely sure he had some sort of kink. Part if him wanted you to replace your fingers with your cock, fucking his mouth hard and fast as he rutted against your shoes like a dog. He probably would have asked for it if your fingers weren't so deep down his throat.

Jeff's hips bucked into the empty air, trying to get so friction. Seeing this, you put your thigh in between his and immediately Jeff went to town humping your leg.

"Wow, you really like this, huh? Just a fucking slut." You say with a devilish smirk. All Jeff could do was moan around your fingers, taking in all your teasing words

Jeff work himself faster, feeling his legs shaking. He wrapped his thin fingers around your muscler forearm trying to steady himself. He gripped tightly enough to bruise.

Your tongue joins the party, licking alongside your fingers. Jeff felt weird not being able to kiss back, lips still being stretched by your thumbs. It explored every inch of his mouth. Feeling the metal against your tongue was a rush. The retainer added something you couldn't explain.

Maybe you could compare it to like have a tongue piercing. Just having a foreign object felt different and extremely inciting. You licked till the tip of your tongue became raw and started bleeding. Jeff whimpered at the taste of your blood meetinghis tongue.

His breaths were cut short. He gasped for air. Usually that would scare him but right now it was pure pleasure. If you were the one to kill him, he'd be okay with it. His brain was clouded. Everything felt so good.

A choked moan slips out as he cums after one final thrust against your leg. A wet patch stains the front of his tan khaki pants and the leg of your blue jeans. Jeff tries to catch his breath, but had a hard time due to the fact your fingers were still in his mouth.

Still forcing his jaw open, you bring your face closer to Jeff. You spit directly into his mouth. His eyes shot open, realizing what you had done. His mind still dizzy, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with your spit mixed with blood in his mouth. You gently take his chin between your spit covered fingers and closed his mouth.

"Swallow, puppy. Your reward for taking my fingers so well."

Without a second thought, Jeff swallows your spit. He looked at you with his innocent eyes and said 'Thank you,' in a quiet whisper.

God, he didn't realize how kinky your first time together was going to be but he was definitely up for it again.

I'm also imaging you have just mind blowing sex. Your both laying in bed, completely exhausted. The poor thing is trying to keep his eyes open. You're just as tired that you're about to fall asleep with your now soften cock still in his ass. Just as you're about to fall asleep, Jeff gives you a tap on the side.

"Y/N? Y/N, get out of me. I gotta put in my retainer."

#jeff sadecki #jeff sadecki x male reader #jeff sadecki x reader #warren kole #x reader #x male reader #yellowjackets

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btecboogiez · 9 months

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⌗ 𓂃 Summertime Sadness 𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅

Jeff Sadecki x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: He’s your new next-door neighbour, and he just so happens to be recently divorced…

CW: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N), NSFW!! , p in v sex, reader on birth control is implied, p#rn with plot.

A/N: I wrote this for a friend and decided to post it here! I’ve never wrote this stuff before so I hope you like it! <3

WC: 1.8K

jeff sadecki. your next-door-neighbour. the day he moved in, you went over to introduce yourself and ended up finding out about his recent divorce. he told you all about his homocidal ex-wife and how he just had to get away from all of it. the next day, you went over to help him with unpacking, just like how a good neighbour should. you were wearing a flowery little sundress that hugged your curves in all the right ways. the skirt of the dress, which was just covering what it needed to, was flowing in the warm summers breeze as you walked next door to jeff’s house.

you knocked on the door softly, waiting for a response. he opens the door and his hair is sweaty & messy. he’s clearly been busy. he smiles and invites you inside. “watch the boxes, they’re everywhere!” he says, shifting a large box out of the way so you can come inside properly. you walk in and take in the scene of the main room. boxes are stacked everywhere and there is trash bags right next to the front door. he has music playing through a little bluetooth speaker. system of a down is playing. “nice music taste.” you say, smiling.

“oh uh- thank you miss..” he smiles back, clearly a little flustered by your compliment. “should we get started on the boxes?” you ask. he nods and you two get to work. as you unpack, you both chat and tell eachother about your lives. quite a few hours pass and it’s almost midnight by the time you finish unpacking and organising his stuff. you sit down on his couch, sighing in relief. “thank jesus we are finished.” he flops down next to you and sighs aswell. “i should be heading home…” you say reluctantly, not exactly wanting to leave jeff, even if you live right next to eachother.

“i’ll walk you home..” he insists, standing back up again and opening his front door. the cool night air rushes in, causing you to shiver slightly. as you walk down his driveway, his hand finds itself on the small of your back. you look up to him and he smiles back. once you are at your place, he observes you walk inside, making sure you are okay and safe. you say your goodbyes and when you are finally inside and you lock your door, you sigh loudly and talk to yourself as you take your shoes off.

you walk upstairs before putting some grey sweatpants and a black tank top on. you tie your hair up, wanting to keep it out of your face for sleeping. you snuggle into your duvet and drift off to sleep.

his hands are touching your body lightly, his lips littering soft kisses along where his hands just were. his touch is like fire as he caresses your hips. “you look so pretty like this… all whored out for me…”. his voice is dominant yet soft. his fingers find the hem of your sweatpants, pulling them down. you lift your hips to aid his efforts to strip you. once he has your sweatpants off, he throws them somewhere in the room, just like he did with his shirt and pants. he spots your underwear. it’s a pale pink with lace covering it. he rubs the pad of his thumb against the wet patch on your panties, causing you to arch your back and softly whimper.

his fingers hook the gusset of your slutty underwear and pull it to the side, revealing your soaking cunt. “so wet for me sweetie, and you’ve only just met me…”. you blush hard at his words ; your whole body is white hot with lust and need. “please jeff…” you plead with him, needing more. he lets his index finger slide in and out of your wet folds, gathering your slick before pushing it inside of you. you moan out softly and your hands grip his broad shoulders, your nails digging in. he curls his finger, pressing against your sweet spot lightly before adding a second finger, stretching you even more. he pumps them in and out of your drenched hole, drinking in your soft and needy moans. “good girl… taking my fingers so well for me…” he coos in your ear. you feel that familiar feeling growing in your gut. “jeff… please i’m so close..!” you tell him and feel his fingers curl even more, his mouth moving down to suck on your clit.

as soon as his soft lips make contact with your sensitive nub, your whole body goes white hot. your toes curl and your eyes screw shut. you cry out his name, gripping his blonde hair tightly as you cum around his fingers. he slows down a little, letting you ride your high out. he pulls away from your soaked pussy and pull his throbbing cock out from his boxers before taking them off completely. he lines himself up with your drenched entrance and then-

your alarm goes off.

you open your eyes and groan, looking down at your body. your sweatpants are down to your knees and your hand is inside your underwear. your fingers are drenched so you slowly pull them out before getting up and plod to the bathroom. you wash your hands, your mind still spinning with the thoughts of your dream. you take a shower and can’t help but think about what it would be like with jeff. his muscles covered in droplets of water, his hips hitting against your ass, his whimpers as he gets close, his dick rubbing against-

you decide to stop thinking about him. you climb out of the shower and start to get ready. you have a towel wrapped around you, covering your ass almost perfectly. you start to brush your teeth when you hear a knock at the door downstairs. you hurry and open the door before spotting jeff. you blush bright red when you see him, feeling shameful about the thoughts you had about him previously. “good morning miss,” he says, smiling at you, “did i catch you at a bad time?”.

“uh- no, not at all!” you laugh a little, inviting him inside and letting him sit down on the couch in the main room. “give me 10 minutes and i’ll be back down here..!” you say before rushing upstairs and getting dressed. you put on a white, button up shirt and some low rise blue flare jeans. you then put on your slippers and glasses on. jeff wonders what is taking so long and walks upstairs. he watches you do your makeup from the bathroom door. once you finish putting your mascara on, you spot him and jump a little.

“jeff! you gave me a fright.” your hand is placed on your chest, trying to calm yourself down. “sorry honey.” he says, smiling as he always does. you feel yourself blush bright red and you loose your composure for a second. he smiles again, but it’s more cheeky this time. “are you done darlin? i’m getting impatient over here.” he says, his voice laced with a teasing tone. i nod and walk out of the bathroom and downstairs with jeff following me. we sit in the main room on the couch. “so jeff, why did you come over..?” i smile, trying not to touch him or kiss him.

“i wanted to speak to you about something actually…” he sounds nervous as he speaks, his voice shaking slightly. he collects himself and continues. “are you single?” the question shocks you a little but you answer. “yes i am. why do you ask?” he blushes and leans in a little. “because i like you. i like you a lot…” you feel your face go red-hot and you are convinced he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. “kiss me jeff..” your voice is quiet and sultry. he leans in and kisses you. you open your mouth slightly as you kiss and his tongue slips inside. you whimper into the kiss and his large hands cup your cheeks as you make out. the kiss slowly grows more hungry and passionate as he pulls you onto his lap.

“jeff…” you plead, grinding against him lightly. he groans and grasps your hips tightly, almost leaving bruises. he picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist as he walks upstairs and throws you onto your bed. he pulls his shirt off and his torso looks exactly like you dreamt it would. you get to work unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your lacy bra. you purposely put on your best lingerie, hoping something like this would happen.

he gasps softly, his hands moving to caress your chest. he unclips your bra and drops it onto the floor next to your bed. his fingers drag over your hard nipples, causing you to whimper and whine under his touch. his hands move down your sides and unbutton your jeans, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. he kisses you again. the kiss is sloppy and needy as his finger hooks the gusset of your panties, pulling it to the side. he leans down and mumbles against your wet cunt before licking long stripes up and down. “so wet for me baby…”. he sucks on your clit before pushing the tip of his tongue into your entrance. he repeats these two montions until your legs are shaking around his head and your hand is grasping his hair.

you feel yourself grow close to your orgasm. it hits you suddenly and your whole body shakes as white spots cloud your vision. you cry out for jeff, hoping he’ll slow down so he doesn’t overstimulate you. he pulls off of your soaked pussy and fumbles to take his pants & boxers off. once they are off, his hard cock hits his stomach. the tip is leaking pre-cum, so ready to be inside you. “are you okay with this..?” he asks before lining himself up with you. “

yes.. please fuck me jeff..” you consent and he pushes into you slowly. you gasp softly. “fuck- so tight honey..” he whimpers and starts to move slowly. you grasp his shoulders as he pumps in and out of you. he speeds up and you clench around him, moaning out for him desperately. “you gonna come baby? c’mon.. come for me honey..” his hips start to stutter and you can tell he’s about to come. “c’mon baby, c’mon baby, c’mon baby…” you finally come, clenching around his cock like a vice. he spills into you, groaning and thrusting a little.

your foreheads touch and you both sigh out. he kisses your lips softly, this time with love and not lust. you both smile and jeff breaks the silence. “you did so well for me there baby..” he hissed as he pulls out of you. he gets up and grabs a washcloth from your bathroom, cleaning you up. once you are clean, he snuggles up behind you, not caring it’s only 1pm. you smile and thank him for such a good start to your morning. as your bare bodies touch, you can’t help but blush. you both fall asleep quickly in eachothers arms, just like how lovers do.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my attempt at smut! i think i got a little lazy near the end but i hope it’s good enough! <3

#jeff sadecki #yellowjackets #warren kole #fanfic #smut #first post

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one night is all it takes ➤ robert stahl (PART TWO)

𝔀arnings. i don’t think so, but if there’s any lmk!

𝔀ord count. 1,043

robert stahl x female oc

I let out a groan as I shifted to my side, burying my head into the pillow. I waited for my alarm to wake me up, but when it didn’t, I lifted my head up from the pillow, looking around.

This wasn’t my room.

I rub my eyes, and look over to my side, a blonde haired boy was right beside me, his head buried in his pillow. Shit, right…

I let out a moan as I stretch out my limbs, and then my body freezes as a sharp cramp hits my calf, and I bit back a whimper, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” I whispered, moving my hand to grip my calf tightly, trying to ease the pain as I massaged it. “Shit, fuck, fuckin—“

And then the pain eases after a minute. I let out a panted breath, before eventually sitting up, rolling my bare legs out to the side of the bed.

“M’baby..” A muffled voice croaks out, and an arm reaches out to my back, his fingers moving to grip the side of her waist, “Come back to bed..” He groans.

I look over at him, my body aching from the night. I slowly pull my legs back in under the blankets, and I lay my head back into the pillow.

He turns his body, and wraps his arm around me, pulling me into his chest as he grazes his lips against my shoulder, then pressing his lips along my arm. I let out a sigh of contentedness, and the moment brought a small smile to my face. I never experienced something like this before, it was unre—

“Mm, Harlee..” He whispers as he continues to press his lips against my skin.

I could feel my entire body freeze, and my heart stopping. Who the fuck’s Harlee?

“Nina.”

“Huh?”

“My name’s Nina.” I repeated.

His eyes eventually open, and he looks up at me with confusion, and then his face drops, as if he’s seen a ghost. I look at him with a puzzled look plastered all over my face, “…What?” I ask, my brows furrowing.

“I..” He couldn’t muster up anything, “I think you should leave.” He says quickly, and I just stare at him, unmoving.

He closes his eyes briefly, and he lets out a sigh as he continues, “I.. I’m really sorry, Nina. I just—“

“Last night was a mistake, I think.. I think I gotten too drunk.. and one thing lead to another.. It was just sorta.. sorta a heat o’ the moment thing, ya get me?”

I just continued stared at him, my face dropping of its previous expression, and my lips parted. Oh.. That simple one two letter word echoed in my mind. Oh.

He saw the expression on my face and he sighs, “Look, I’m sorry.. really, I am, but..”

“Is Harlee your girlfriend?” I ask.

He was taken back by my question, I could see it when his eyes widens slightly, but he answered nonetheless, “Mmm, yeah, no.. maybe? I- it’s.. complicated at the moment. I just.. you need to leave.”

I just nodded, and my gaze flickers away from him, and to my clothes on the floor. I stood up from his bed, and picked up my clothes off the floor in silence. It was awkward, it was as if I did something wrong, doing the walk of shame as I picked up my clothes. The silence was unnerving and it made me gulp, I could feel his eyes on my bare back, and I quickly slipped on my clothes.

His back was pressed against the headboard, he was naked, only his sheets to cover his legs. “Hey, hey, hey, hold on..” He speaks up, and he quickly leans over the side of the bed, grabbing his pants off the floor, and he quickly gets up, slipping them on quickly.

I look over at him, “What?” I ask. I tried to hide how pissed off I was, on the inside I was fuming, but I didn’t want to set off. It was my fault for thinking I was going to get something out of this. How pathetic of me.

“Let me drive you home, yeah? It’s my.. it’s the least I could do.”

“No, it’s fine—“ But I was cut off by him, “Please.” I could see the desperation in his eyes, and I sighed, closing my eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh, before opening them up again. “Fine.” I replied.

He gave me a weak smile, and nods. He picked up his own clothes off the floor, and I just left the room. I walked over to the door, and I grabbed my bag from the table and my jacket off the coat rack.

He eventually comes rushing out, and he unlocks the door. “Come on.” He breathes out.

—

After I had told him where I lived, the car ride was awkward and tense, and silent, except the music on the radio playing and the car engine. I clutched onto my purse tightly in my grip, it was my way of fidgeting.

“I’m really so—“

“Stop, Robert. It’s fine.” I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment.

And he doesn’t speak again for the rest of the car ride.

—

I sigh as I step into my apartment yet again, and I was immediately greeted by Jasper as he runs his fur along my legs. I slip off my shoes and locked the door behind me.

I lean down, scratching his head. “You must be hungry, aren’t you, Jas?” I sigh, before I step into the kitchen, and I take out the cat food, pouring it into his bowl and quickly placing it onto the floor.

I walked into the bathroom, desperately needing to wash the stench of sex off of me, and I turn on the water, cleaning myself up.

Who was Harlee? The only thought that ran through my mind. He didn’t give her a proper answer earlier; it was rather vague. Was she his girlfriend? Wife even? Girl best friend that he has a massive crush on?

I let out a sigh as I realise how much I was thinking about this. It was one night; a one night stand. With a stranger.

Nothing more, nothing less.

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