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queenie-the-court-jester · 1 month

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Cult of the sacrificial lamb ♡

a/n: there is no actual lamb cult, I just like the title 😭 nsfw, mentioning their cock and titty sizes lmao

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★poka and juniper the Valais black nose's: the twins are inseparable. You need to bathe one but it's not the other's bath time yet? Suck it up then, 'cause they're both going in the tub now. No guarantee you won't get splashed with water. Poka is colorblind, and juniper is.. interesting. Who knows what's wrong her. The only way you can tell the difference between them is through their eyes. Who's blind and who isn't.

Physical appearance: they're both dark skinned with loosely curly black hair. At this point you should give them a haircut. Juniper has green eyes and poka has blue eyes. Juniper is 130 lbs, while poka is 120 lbs. (Juni's packing some pretty big milkers, DD cup bra. Poka got a 6 incher) 5'5

★violet the harri: violet is a little violent. Her name suits her. Kinda. You could be busy doing your chores and she'd tackle whoever decided to come within a 15 foot radius of your location. She likes to bite too, they out multiple muzzles on her only for her to chew through them. She's only ever docile with you, kinda. Just ignore the multiple bite marks around your arms.

Physical appearance: B cup, 140lbs, white long hair, pale as fuck, and violet eyes, 5'3

★azucar the Columbia sheep: I was hesitant to put azucar here since she's 17, legally a minor. I won't do any nsfw content with her because it makes me uncomfy. She can be the sweetest hybrid you ever met or the meanest. No in-between. Her moods flip like a light switch, unpredictable. She'll cuss you out in Spanish and then t-bag you. Talk about a hormonal teenager

Physical appearance: c cup, 137 lbs, curly white hair, pale skin, black eyes, 5'4

★wehrner the American black belly: he has daddy vibes, like he could bend you over his knee and spank your ass because you didn't address him as 'sir'. Bastard. You often catch him shamelessly fapping behind a tree in the fields, even when you freeze and stare at his impressive dick he doesn't stop, instead, inviting you to join him. And that's the story of how he got the cone of shame.

Appearance: 8 incher, 150 lbs, 5'7, long black and brown hair, grey eyes, peach skin, large horns curled around his ears

★Sally the angora goat: 'it's earthworm Sally! Carrying diseases from Florida to Cali!' That is her theme song fr. She's been fooling around with the neighboring farm's ram's so much you doubt she isn't carrying a couple STDs and maybe rabies too. Although she is very bubbly and cheerful, she just starts so much unnecessary drama with the other animals

Appearance: curly long white hair, pale skin, red eyes, D cup, 120 lbs, 5'6

★opal the Tennessee fainting goat: she's so tiny, and mean. She bit your ass and chest so many times you're always looking around your surroundings before entering the fields. Although recently you discovered a rather popular way to stun her and run away

Appearance: black straight hair (I bet she has split ends), peach colored skin, tiny horns on her head, 90 lbs, 4'10, A cup

★sasha the Australian cashmere goat: Sasha is quiet and stoic, but she doesn't hesitate to step in Incase somebody wants to start a fight. She's Kim's second favorite female (you're the first ofcourse)

Appearance: fluffy platinum blonde hair, pale skin, black eyes, small horns sprout from her head, B cup, 152 lbs, 5'9

★kim the dutch landrace goat: Kim can either be your angle or your debil. Yes that misspelling was intentional. More than once has he tried humping you, even convincing the girls to try and help him, except you keep running away. STOP RUNNING AWAY. Is it so bad he wants to impregnate you with his children!?

Appearance: long silky black-blond hair, bro is ripped, large horns curl around his head, 160 lbs, 5'11, 7 incher

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agentjazzy · 5 months

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YES I got my girlfriend a pretty pretty necklace from a gumball machine and when she sees it she's going to give me so so many kisses :)

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man, fuck tourists, I was heading to my spot when a car came up and honked at us, all friendly like, so me and buddy waved bc there wasn't anyone else there, but then they YELLED at us???? we were just walking?? wtf did we even DO

#i hope the bridge collapses i hope they all DIE #vent

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unethical life pro tip: if you overhear your professor talking about their family cabin that they have, and they have open office hours posted, it's your RIGHT to go check that shit out

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fml my older brother asked if I wanted to tag along on a trip to a cabin and I said sure bc it beats staying at home w/ dad

BUT IT'S A COUPLE TRIP

HE'S BRINGING HIS COWORKER/GIRLFRIEND THAT HE DOESN'T SHUT UP ABOUT, HIS FRIEND IS BRINGING HIS GIRLFRIEND, WHYYYY DID THEY INVITE ME

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you ever feel like people Immediately forget your name upon meeting you :(

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okay and now they're all yelling at me bc a stupid tree broke a window right when the tape got good 😑

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fuck it, here's a recording of the tape, I hope none of you guys are cowards like all my friends apparently are, have fun bc I can't

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my boyfriend spent $14 in quarters attempting to get a magnifying glass necklace from one of those gumball machine toy capsules at work bc he knows I LOVE mysteries and detective stories and I need to [redacted] him in the [redacted] right NOW 💖💖💖

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everyone's making out rn which is REAL inconvenient bc there is Absolutely Something Outside

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should I check it out

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there's no one online to tell me no so.....

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I think it might be a virus transmitted by bots but idk I'm too scared to interact

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okay I investigated to see if it was a bot swarm or people having fun SO

for the first cluster of blogs, all their IPs are logging from the same location, which usually means a lazy bot swarm BUT I went through all their archives and most of them, before changing urls, interacted with one another naturally and stuff, @-ing one another and junk, and they seem to know each other irl

so it's just friends having fun!! and then people joining in on the fun!! feel free to reblog without fear!

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bldngiris · 30 days

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꒰OKLAHOMA SMOKESHOW ꒱ . . . d winston !

pairing(s) : book! dallas winston x fem!soc! reader

in which y/n dreams of escaping tulsa but her dad is holding her back. however dallas winston listens and yearns.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : yelling, swearing, r's father is an ass, r is a soc but she doesn't like being one, discrimination. movie dallas used only for visuals even though i used blonde book dallas in mind!! mentions of religion, angst

robin chirps : happy easter!! this fic is inspired by oklahoma smokeshow by zach bryan :) bold is the song lyrics!

go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like.

y/n stood in front of her full-length mirror and took a look at herself one last time before heading out the door. if her father had caught her wearing anything other than appropriate soc attire, she would be done for. the amount of times she had been hit on by cocky high class boys who just wanted to get into her pants was numerous, alas her father didn't care. "you don't want to look like one of those greasy balls of garbage do you?" he would ask her. truth was y/n didn't want to be a soc. sh didn't want to be a greaser either. she wanted to escape tulsa and live in a city without labels and get away from all the hostility stored away in the streets of tulsa.

i know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight. you always wind up here in a puddle of tears

y/n had made her way to the diner with her friends. however, her "friends" had left her midway through the walk home to go hang out with a group of other socs. it had started to rain and the closest place y/n could go to was bucks. y/ns feet subconsciously made their way to the building lit by neon beer signs, ignoring the voice in the back of her head saying, "if i catch you 'round one of them greaser places.."

she slowly opened the door to the place, as a mixture of tears, mascara and raindrops ran down her face, her hair sticking to her face, her dress drenched. many eyes were on her as barely, if any, socs came to bucks. whispers, some louder than others presumably by drunk men were heard as y/n sat on one of the bar stools.

them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin' for blood In the back of a blue old pick up truck. you've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up

y/n sat at the barstool, a shaggy, pale, blonde boy sat beside her, a malboro cigarette hanging out of his mouth loosely.

"hey man, what're you doin' out here?" he asked the soc, curiously, in a sluggish tone of voice. y/n sniffled.

"my friends left me when we were at the diner, n' i didn't wanna get jumped, it's dangerous walkin' home by myself, y'know." she sniffled again. "plus, it's cold and wet." she paused again. dallas listened, as he hummed and nodded, understanding what she was talking about.

there's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose bend

"that really sucks man," he muttered taking a sip of his whiskey and coke, y/n could smell the drink from her seat. dallas did't turn away or ignore her after that. they spent the next hour talking.

but she swears that his love is a damn god send

don't get me wrong, dallas hated socs. but y/n was different, under the high class, hair done, pretty dress facade, she was a normal girl yearning for more than just a privilege title. the two could relate on another level which dallas had appreciated. dallas and y/n both wanted more or less the same thing, both wanted to escape tulsa, but more or less everything was holding them back from doing so.

she's known god since she was a child, she used to play in the yard and she would dream of one day

y/n played in the front yard of her house with a white picket fence. she saw two kids around her age, playing over by a park around the 'border' between the west and east side.

"hi! im y/n can i play with you?" she asked the three children. they were greaser children, as seen by the difference in their appearance.

'til the world came around and took her dreaming away. told her how to dress and act and smile.

"sure! im soda, thats johnny and that one over there is steve" one said. soon enough, y/n's father had come out of the house, soon following a burst of yelling came about. "y/n get over here and away from that white trash." he exclaimed. y/n wondered, how could a grown adult be so hostile toward children? y/ns father grabbed the little girls hand and took her back over to the freshly painted house on the block.

'y/n, sweetie, you know better than to talk to those type of people." he told her. "now, im sure mrs. sheldon and mrs. valances children would love to play with you hm?" he said. the little girl with pigtails and turned around to watch the greaser kids looking at her sadly, eventually cheering themselves up and laughing softly as they played on the monkey bars.

she's an oklahoma smokeshow. he's an asshole from back home. she'll never make it out alive.

that night, at bucks dallas and y/n talked for hours. y/n told dallas about her image and how she was forced by her father to keep up the good girl act, how every soc guy just wanted to get in her pants and how she's never going to make it out alive.

dallas told her about how he grew up in the streets of brooklyn, new york because his asshole father didn't give a shit about him. his mother and grandmother didn't have enough to provide, because his dad kept taking the profit to the bottle. he ended up in juvi by the time he was ten for theft, trying to provide for his family until he just left and ended up here in tulsa.

that small town bar scene, where small vices kill your big dreams. he'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive.

"but my dad will never let me leave, not until i'm 21 at least, and if i do, he'll list me as a runaway to the police and they'll come and find me." she muttered, solemnly. it was nearly midnight now. dallas way to intoxicated to drive. y/n had used bucks landline to call a cab as she made her way home, thinking of the boy who had changed her life in a mere few hours.

well, I've been here, I've been up all night. thinkin' 'bout a life with you and i. one you'll never know 'cause you're a small town smokeshow.

dallas layed there, head empty except for the thought of y/n. it was nearly 3 in the morning at this point, but all he could think about was the girl who he had just met but felt like they had known each other for years and there he continued dreaming, because unfortunately for him only one of the two got their 'escape' from the prejudice of tulsa, oklahoma. unfortunately, it wasn't y/n. unfortunately, it wasn't the way either of them planned.

#dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston oneshot #dallas winston imagine #the outsiders x reader #angst #the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders x yn #the outsiders x you #the outsiders x fem reader #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders 1967 #book! dallas winston #collected works.

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miasmaghoul · 7 months

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anything little dick mountain.... PLEEEEASE

anything you say?

okay.

how about little dick mountain and nonbinary intersex mist getting stoned and fuckin around in the woods?

thats something.

"This is nice," Mountain murmurs, twirling a lock of fine silver hair between two fingers.

"Always is," Mist lilts in reply, plucking the half-burned joint from Mountain's other hand. They offer him a slow wink, and Mountain grins.

They've been here for a while now, naked and sprawled out beside Mist's favorite stream deep in the woods. It's a tranquil place, serene and nearly silent. The babble of the water soothes something deep in Mountain's core, as does the late spring sun filtering through the boughs above. The warm light dapples Mist's pale skin, washes them in an ethereal glow, and stoned as he is Mountain can't help but touch.

Mist hums on an inhale as a large hand caresses their shoulder, rough fingers tracing the intricate lines of the tattoo there - a sea serpent with fangs sharp enough that even the ink threatens to cut. Mountain could study it for hours, could spend an age gliding his fingertips along every curve. From the tip of the tongue that sits just above the barely-there swell of Mist's chest to the tail that ends at the small of their back.

Mist's slight hand rests on Mountain's chest, delicate fingers fiddling with his chest hair, and he takes a moment to admire them.

They look exquisite; silver-blue eyes reddened and heavy, hollow cheeks crested with pink, gills rippling as heady smoke flows from them in entracing waves. Mountain lowers his head to drink it down, his hand sliding around to rest between Mist's shoulders while he noses at their throat.

"Greedy," they tease, voice light. Mountain chuffs, dragging the tip of his tongue along their jaw. Mist sighs, tilting their head and taking another deep pull, burning the joint to its end. Mountain feels their lungs fill under his touch, and something about it makes him throb.

"Can you blame me when you taste so good?" Another lick, and Mist trills, amused.

"Not even a little."

Another plume escapes Mist's gills and Mountain sucks it down, holds it in. He pulls away with a curl to his lips and finds Mist peering up at him expectantly, the tip of their tongue poking out between needle-sharp fangs. Mountain threads long fingers into soft hair, grips gently, and when their lips join it's in a cloud of sweet smoke.

It's slow. Languid. A relaxed meeting of tongues, an exchange of breath and saliva alike. Mountain's hand glides down the length of their spine, a brief journey that ends with his palm on Mist's sharp hip, fingers dimpling the subtle curve of their ass. They shift a bit, hook a leg over his thigh, and Mountain chuckles at the almost imperceptible weight of it. He smiles against their lips.

"I always forget how small you are," he murmurs, and Mist rewards him with a sharp tug to his chest hair. He gives them a hiss, one that fades into a pleased hum when cool, bony fingers drift down over his stomach.

"No you don't," they say, clearly amused. Mountain pulls back just enough to catch the sparkle in their eyes, a glint of brilliant sapphire in those pale irises.

They're right, of course. It's impossible to forget how tiny Mist is in comparison to him, how seemingly frail. Elegant limbs, bony joints, slender from head to toe. He has a solid two feet on them, and who knows how much weight, but on the rare occasion Mist hunts him down for these trysts it's never them that seems to feel small.

That wandering hand vanishes between their bodies, and Mountain lets his own hand travel down the creamy thigh over his hip, squeezing along the way. Mist licks their lips, gives him a sharp smile.

"But I could say the same about you, big guy."

They punctuate that statement by wrapping deft fingers around his cock, and Mountain groans as he feels them engulf him completely. The one place where he is decidedly not big.

"Oh, someone's excited," Mist sing-songs, giving his little stiffy a nice squeeze. He shivers with it, hips rolling already.

Mountain can't deny it - truth be told he's been chubby since Mist caught him on his way back to the abbey, arms full of freshly snipped roses that Primo had requested for his chambers. He'd pawned that task off on a nearby sibling, content to follow his dick and the stunning ghoul before him instead. Mist thumbs over his sticky head and Mountain huffs out a tight sigh.

"Sensitive as ever," Mist taunts, loosening their grip and giving him a couple of soft little pumps that have Mountain's eyes rolling back. "Planning to blame the weed?"

He always does, but they both know better.

"I can if you want," he rumbles, hitching Mist's leg higher on his hip. "But it's easier to blame you."

Mist laughs, loud and bright in the surrounding silence. They shift closer, close enough that Mountain can feel the brush of their pebbled nipples against his chest, their piercings pressing chilly into his overwarm skin. Mountain drags blunt nails up their thigh, relishing the goosebumps that appear in his wake. He slips his own hand between their bodies, and Mist smiles. They wrap a spindly arm around his neck, arch their back, and with a loose rock of their hips Mountain feels the firm length of their dick press into his thigh

"Looking to return the favor, sycamore?"

Mountain doesn't try to hide his whine, there's no point. He always gets noisy when they do this, and all the high does is make him more willing to let it out. He wraps an eager hand around Mist's already slick length, and they reward him with a tighter grip on his own. Mountain groans deep in his chest, leaning down to knock their horns together.

"You're really hard," he murmurs, the hand in Mist's hair drifting down to settle at the back of their neck, angling their lovely, handsome face towards his own. "Gonna blame that on the weed?"

Mist doesn't deign to answer, getting a nice handful of his hair and licking a wide stripe over his stubbled cheek instead. Mountain feels himself throb in their hand, feels Mist leak over his knuckles, and as they catch him in a decidedly more hungry kiss Mountain lets himself be overwhelmed.

It's easy to do. The smooth swipe of their tongue along his own and behind his fangs drags him further and further down. The slowly tightening channel of Mist's hand pulls pearl after pearl of pre from his firm little cock, the slick sound of both of their hands filling his head with static. Mist's nails rake over his scalp, just sharp enough to provide the hint of a sting, and Mountain doesn't even try to hold back his moan.

It's nice like this. No rushing, no frantic urgency, no pleading for more. No need for it. They both know Mist controls the pace of these stolen moments, and Mountain has absolutely no problem with it. He lets himself enjoy the kiss, the taste of Mist filling his mouth. Fresh and clean with a specific sort of bitterness Mountain has come to crave, all of it accentuated by the herbal flavor of their shared smokable. It's intoxicating, and before Mountain knows it he's panting into their mouth, starved for more.

He pauses on a downstroke, wraps a finger and thumb around the base of Mist's twitching length and slips two fingers back between their legs. He moans out a curse at the slick heat he finds there, swiping his digits through their folds. He dips just one inside, and the tightness he finds there has his stomach swooping.

Mist purrs into the kiss when he swirls it inside, abandoning their grip on his short length in favor of grabbing his wrist. Mountain doesn't fight when they pull his slippery hand from their body, maneuvering it instead to hold the both of them together.

Mountain has to pull back then, chest heaving and eyes glassy as Mist guides him to stroke. The feel of it is exquisite - his large palm is rough, callused, but Mist leaks so much that it eases the glide in moments. The sensation wrings a pained gurgle from him, and Mountain can't keep himself from rocking his hips. From letting his tip kiss the underside of Mist's, every drag of their cocks against one another sending his head spinning and forcing heat to swirl through his belly.

"Fuck," he breathes, long and low. "Mist, fuck -"

"Feeling good, aren't you?" Mist sounds entirely too calm, as they always do, but the way they pulse in his hand betrays them. "Think the little guy's ready for me yet?"

They rock their hips just as Mountain does, ruts their cocks together, and Mountain makes the most embarrassing sound. He gives a quick nod, sucking his lower lip between his fangs, and before he can do anything more Mist is rolling him onto his back. Straddling his hips. Moving him like he isn't at least twice their size everywhere except where it counts.

"That's better," Mist says on a sigh. They settle on their knees, palms flat on his chest, and Mountain gazes up at them with what can only be called unabashed adoration. Mist smiles down at him, tossing the silver curtain of their hair over their shoulder. Mountain rests his hands on their waist, loving the way his thumbs overlap just below their navel. "Don't you think?"

Mountain offers up a dumb little sound of confirmation, too busy visually feasting on the little ghoul above him. Soaking in every angle and curve, every ridge of their gills, the sparkle of their nipple rings and the shimmering black scales decorating their collarbones and the vee of their hips. His gaze halts there, caught completely on the way their shiny pink cock sticks straight out between their skinny thighs.

Mist doesn't miss it, their lips curling into a positively cheshire smile while they scoot forward. While they settle themselves over his own aching length where it lays on his stomach, leaking pre into the smattering of hair there. Mountain chokes on a moan when they shift just enough to drag their dripping cunt over his little cock, and it's a miracle he doesn't cum right then and there.

Not that Mist would allow that, of course. He knows better.

"So warm," they murmur, moving their hips in gentle circles that have Mountain's thighs quivering. "How badly does he want it, hmm?"

"Bad," Mountain rasps, doing his absolute best not to hump up against Mist's inviting body. "He wants in so bad."

Mist trills, a deeply pleased sound. They raise up just enough for Mountain to see the thick trail of slick that connects their bodies, and his cock kicks so hard he grunts.

"Looks like it," Mist chuckles, gripping him again and giving a slow stroke. A blurt of pre leaks over their fingers, and Mountain's balls ache. "Little thing's drooling all over."

Mist is one to talk, their own dick dribbling a nearly constant stream of sticky fluid that pools in Mountain's belly button. He can't get his breath under control as they raise up, pointing his needy little cock up into the air while they line up.

Mountain isn't sure which of them moans louder when Mist sinks down onto him, impossibly tight and so, so slick. He grips them tight, fingertips digging firm into their back, their stomach. He watches the flat plane of it tense when they bottom out, taking his few inches with an ease that leaves his toes curling.

"There we go," Mist coos, narrow chest flushed pink as their leaking tip. They pluck at their nipples, rolling the stiff buds between their fingers and sighing. "You always fill me just right, don't you?" Mountain nods furtively, not trusting his voice when Mist clenches around him. "A perfect little cuntful."

Mountain lets his head thud back against the warm earth, swallows hard, and when Mist starts riding in an achingly slow rhythm he swears the world tilts.

"Be a good boy and make me cum," they say, low and sultry, peeling one of his hands from their waist and moving it to their swaying cock. "If you do well enough I'll even let you eat your load out of me."

Mountain whimpers, starts to stroke, and silently adores the way Mist laughs at him when he drools.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #mountain ghoul #mist ghoulette #mountain/mist #mountain x mist #what a weird pairing lmao #what do we call them? misty mountain? that feels derivative.#will think on it later

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mrsnancywheeler · 2 months

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Okay the same reader as the fight one but imagine if someone in the band sees how much they fight and offers to take her off his hands…or goes to her about it

long blurb with mentions of drinking, drugs, smoking, and nsfw topics

me about to write another long ass blurb, but thinking about eddie pining after reader and always watching, thinking about how she could do so much better then billy fucking dunne

you're always fighting and leaving until billy calls you back or you get bored again so you show up. rarely is there apologies, sometimes he tells you that your his muse and he needs you around as some sort of half apology to say you're not replaceable with just any groupie. but you let it work on you because when things are good, they're good, he's kind, and loving, so sweet, but the bad is the worst it possibly could be. and for how you tell yourself you've always known he wouldn't pick you forever, wouldn't settle down and that you were okay with that, you just know you're lying to yourself. because when you find out that last fight you had where you stomped off afterwards and spent a couple of hours sitting in a diner crying, billy was busy getting sucked off my some other groupie, you think this might be your limit. for all you've said you'd never actually even dreamed of even looking at anyone else and the pain in your chest is so immense. it only gets worse as you listen to billy and the rest of the band perform some song her wrote about you, a confirmation of his feelings without him having to commit face to face with you. it makes your blood boil when he's singing about how regardless of everything he'll always pick you, always want you.

so when everyone finishes and he's smiling looking over at you with a, "so, what'd you think, baby?" and you pull out that slow clap you hope he knows he's done fucked up because the rest of the band sure does. and he doesn't ask if you're okay or look too concerned, just annoyed, scoffing slightly, "what now?"

"I think you're a liar and the whole thing is fucking bullshit!" You announce

"don't do this right now, we're trying to rehearse." his frustration only serves as fuel to your fire, and you look around the room to see the awkward glances around the room, eddie glaring holes into the back of billy's head.

"what? do you want me to say you did a great job, give you a kiss and hug, and then scamper off so some other girl can suck you off? is that what you want billy?"

"not right now. if you're not gonna sit there and do what you're good at, then get out of the studio. go spend some of your daddy's money, you'll get over it."

his dismissivness makes you want to scream. how dare he. why did you have to fall for someone like him? "like you've said, I'm sure you can find some other groupie to give you praise and attention. you're the fucking worst, billy."

you're storming out of the room, followed by his voice, "you're not the only pretty girl! one of so fucking many!"

you don't know how long you've spent sitting on the cold cement, back up against the building as you smoke a cigarette. trying desperately not to cry because you just want him to love you the way movies told you men loved. but this wasn't a movie, he was a fucking rockstar and you were in fact just another groupie who he was sick of. the way you wanted to cry was embarrassing and you quick wiped away any stray tears when you heard footsteps approaching.

"mind if I join you?" and there was eddie, trying to give a comforting smile. you shook your head and he sat down, your offered him a cigarette which he took, for a while it was silent. "you deserve better."

you laughed, "yeah, maybe." no, you knew you did, but you didn't want better. you were too attached to billy dunne. "did he call some kind of break or did you just storm out? bet he'd love that."

eddie chuckled, he loathed billy, so the latter would've been just fine with him. "called a break." you thought about how right now billy was probably busy getting fucked by some other girl, some other groupie who had patiently waited her turn. you didn't mean to sniffle, but you did. suddenly eddie's lips were on yours, you wanted to lean into the soft, loving comfort but you couldn't. it felt wrong.

"eddie-" you muttered as you pulled away.

"he doesn't see you like I do, you deserve to be treated so much better, and he's stupid for not being able to see that. just because he's the lead singer doesn't mean you have to be stuck as his groupie, especially when he treats you like you're disposable."

"eddie, I can't do that to him. it's wrong."

"he does everything he can with other girls except fucking them, you're allowed to have something."

"well, I'm just me and he's billy goddamn dunne."

"he's just billy dunne, and you're strong, perseverant, beautiful, funny, compassionate, the whole damn package." you snort through the laughter which makes him smile, and you feel bad because he's sweet, you like him, but you've had a taste of billy and are desperately trying to hold onto ship. "he's too lucky, let me give you what you deserve-"

"what's going on?" billy's voice interrupts the rest of eddie's speech that you honestly might have fallen for, if you focused on the actually being able to constantly feel appreciated by some someone. eddie glares at the other man.

"we're talking." you say softly as billy walks closer. he holds a hand out to you expectantly.

"come inside with me, baby. let's talk in private." eddie's eyes are urging you to refuse, to stay with him, but you don't heed the look. so you take billy's hand a and let him lift you off the ground.

and it's hard to miss the way eddie gazes at you after the that, the way he comforts you post arguments and reminds you not to take it to heart, and you feel bad that the way you burn for billy is a forest fire compared to the way you burn for eddie. and he spends his days waiting for you to realize billy was never worth the struggle and to have him instead.

@nomorespahgetti

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #billy dunne x reader angst #billy dunne angst #billy dunne x reader #billy dunne #djats x reader #eddie roundtree #anon

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heartsforsserafim · 8 months

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petalz fucking the reader who is the 6th member of the group before a concert and they're are so rough that they rip your panties so you're obligated to perform without them and with their seed dripping from your pussy into your legs

ps. I love your works so much, they're very well written and enjoyable, I hope you'll continue to write them and most important, tysm for sharing them with us💖

Behind the scenes

pairing ; gp!petalz x fem!reader

genre ; smut

cw ; unprotected sex, public sex (sorta)

note: you are older than both eunchae and zuha in this fic, a year younger than yunjin

an - tysm anon i'm glad you enjoy my stories<3

-Sakura pov

Damn these stylists, having us wear such tight fucking pants. I mean me and kazuha both have to wear compression short and now the pants are extremely tight on us it makes the bulge visible.

It's not any better they have Y/n dressed in such revealing clothes, god i just want to rip them off her and destroy- "Kkura unnie!!" speaking of her, there she is. God the way her shorts hug her ass so perfectly. "Yes (y/n)-ah?" "How does my outfit look?" She gave her cutest smile, "It looks great"

I saw Kazuha walking behind her, the girl's eyes never leaving y/n's chest when she came in front. I have a plan.

"Hey, zuha can we talk?" "Excuse us Y/nie" , "So what did you wanna talk about?" "I saw the way you were looking at her" "I mean she has to know what her outfits do to us, right? I mean she was dancing to eve physce and the bluebirds wife with the smallest shorts on! she has to know we're looking" Kazuha turned her attention back on the older girl while she was talking to Yunjin, her cleavage being seen a bit due to her tight top.

I broke my plan to Zuha and she agreed, now to just convince Y/n. Moments later, we had Y/n down on her knees sucking us both off in the bathroom, didn't take much convincing. "I need you both inside of me, please" Y/n stated. Me and Zuha placed her on the sink, i began fucking her first, my thrust going at an insane pace, she couldn't even keep quiet, "A-ahh K-kura fuckk" her eyes rolled back as she came on my cock, my orgams coming after. I dropped my load inside of her, after i pulled out Zuha was quick to fill her back up.

A few knocks on the door, it was Chaewon, "Okay girls we have 5 minutes before the show and we need to get touch ups before we go back out please hurry!!" "Okay chae!" I yelled out, walking to zuha and gripping her hips making her fuck y/n faster "O-oh god i'm cumming do i just cun inside?" "Fill me up Zuha." Kazuha came, pretty loud, but i kissed her muffling her screams.

Another knock was on the door, this time Yun, "Guys come out. Eunchae has to use it and we only have 3 minutes for touch ups." We hurried out, y/n limping a bit. "Y/n unnie are you okay?" Eunchae asked worried, "I'm fine" she gave her a reassuring smile.

Our first song was antifragile, Y/n was struggling to keep herself from falling during the entire performance. Our concert ended with Good parts. She was able to sit down, but we saw our cum dripping down her legs and we got hard again.

It would definitely be a long night tonight.

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silvershiningtarot · 1 year

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🙀PAC 18+ What’s The Early Stage, Dynamics Between You & Your FS

*Take a deep breath and remember this is a general reading. I hope this reading gives you clarity. Enjoy it!!

Pile 1:

In the early stage of this relationship between you and your FS. It's very intense. For some of you, that shit is happening soon. I mean real soon! Your Future Partner is thinking about you constantly. Whenever they think about you, I mean girl! You make their fucking day. I'm so happy for you! The problem with the early stage between you and them is their Big Ego. Ugh, that's sucks. I mean they can be full of themselves or that can be you too. I sense that it can be bad or good too. As long they know how to self-control that fucking ego then both of you are good. Oh my goodness! I don't see anything bad here. This is an amazing early stage besides the big ego. I think that you and your FS have the same love language. Maybe, your love language is a gift-giving, physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation. Holy shit! You know what I think it is Words of Affirmation and Gift-Giving. I think that's your top-notch. Ahhh!! I'm gagging right now! Yasss. 🤣🤣🤣. It seems like they or you will be holding yourself back. My question is to you. What are you afraid of? Excuse me for my language… but GODDDHAMMM!!!!!!!!!! You are going to pussy whip their ass. Haha 🤣 they'll be possessive and OBSESSIVE with that pussy. Girl, I'm almost passed out in a good way though. Haha, some of y'all husband is going to be fucking on you heavily😄. Oh, I've heard a song in my head. This is your mentor or you are theirs. It seems like you get them. So much chemistry! This is your best friend. They understand you! If some of you like to act out a movie they'll jump right into that movie scene. I don't know I can see it. I do the same thing. I'm very animated as hell✨. I just want to send this connection so much positive fucking vibes! I love love it. ETERNALLY YOURS!!! If you are not surprised then give it to me because I'm totally surprised by this dynamic. I’M FUCKING DEAD!! Yas! Husband and WIFE! Holy smoke 💨. I'm praying for this dynamic I'm sending many good vibes. This is your husband and you are their wife. You meant to start a clean slate with them. This is a fresh start, especially for them because it seems like they're going through a lot of self-confidence. Maybe someone made them feel not like a man. Awe 😦I’m sorry. But they are strong as hell. They are such a warrior. They'll break through anything. I believe they are a rebel. They don't like rules, they are kind of free-spirited type of person. You two will grow old together.

Pile 2:

It seems like in the early stage there will be some fucking huge issues. It's like the wrong timing, pause/delays. It a lot here between you and your FS. Revenge! Geez what's going on here? It is a lot of doubts here with this dynamic a lot. I heard it is worth it. It seems like there are going to be some interrupted friends, exes, etc. In my opinion about this… I'm sending all my love and positive vibes to this dynamic, even if some of you are in one now. I'm sending love ❤️. You guys are warriors, women. Very strong head, start believing in yourself and rebel too. I think that some of you guys are free-spirited. Maybe they are feeling lost about their Masculinity. Someone must shame them for being a man. In the beginning, it will be like a fling! I can see the passion between you both. Igniting passion! A lot of sex, sex, sex. I can see that movie in my head. If y'all know this movie After. That's exactly how it is with this dynamic. Wow, eternal Ecstasy. You two have intense emotions for each other. I mean fucking intense. Damn! I heard or sensed that this FS has a breeding kink. They'll be thinking about you heavily, especially when they are having sex with you. I'm gagging! It seems like when you two leave each other side like doing business or hanging out with friends😫. They missed the fuck out of you. I see that they are very traditional, maybe some of you will have a traditional wedding and few of you won't want that. They'll take on a lot of load for you. Act of service is both of y'all love languages I can feel that✨👄. No wonder! This will be both of y'all real relationships, like truly. I know that they had other relationships in which they cared for someone. But I think that this one with you will be so important to them. That doesn't mean that in other relationships they had an emotional connection. It just means that they will feel like this one will last forever. I mean the wedding day card came out🙀🙀. Again I'm fucking gagging. When you two are together, so much abundance, careers, and many opportunities come your way. You and your FS have so much mutual respect. I can do a lot of traditional values, morals, and love. I think that your FS is such a gentleman. They'll give you the best wedding of your lifetime. I've heard a song in my head.

Pile 3:

Woah, your FS will be doing a lot of shadow work in this dynamic. I feel the same way about you too. They'll be blocking a lot of exes, friends, and maybe some family members. They'll be changing their number, and deleting a lot of old photos. I can see that they'll be willing to change their whole life. I heard from you they'll be willing to change it. They had made some mistakes with these karmic friends and maybe they put these friends before you and they are sorry about that and vice-versa. Oh my goodness! They probably giving you a promising proposal. One day you'll be their bride-to-be. Oh yes! They'll be petty to you, being immature, and give you the silent treatment or that can be you. You two will have a business event together. Growing a partnership. Some of you will work with them. Not as an assistant or anything but as their partners. They'll be saying “I'm sorry.” after they bullshit being petty, the cold shoulder. Like ugh. They are very old-style fashion. Their love is pure, innocent, and strict too🌸🍓. You two have a past life connection. It is deep between you two. Y'all are each other's perfect match. Equal, compatible, and comfortable with each other. I love this dynamic. In all honesty, I love all these dynamics in each pile. I send you guys so many positive vibes and healing through these dynamics. Once they or you apologize for what you said. You'll take their hand, and trust their words. A lot of self-care in this early stage. I can see that it got so much better than before❤️. I can see that you'll be so supported by them. Again with the sorries. This makes me feel like both of you will apologize to each other for hurting each other. Taking responsibility for the words you say to each other, etc. You two have your drama. At home. Again with the Your 1st so basically for piles 1 and 2, this is truly your first relationship with them. Like a first kiss, sex, etc. This dynamic is important for both of you. No matter if you guys tried to break up with each other y'all are unstoppable.

✨Reblog, and COMMENT!!! tell me what you think of this reading!!! Enjoy my darling. 💋🌸🔥🌸🔥🌸🎱

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jjvr4yxc · 1 year

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part 2 of

If you still don't know, they're in a variety show, every man will have time with you.

They won't notice. Part 2

Warnings: choking,name calling/pet names kind of ‘princess,slut,whore’, almost? Obvious sex?, unprotected sex. The reader and Wook barely know each other!

He kissed you.

The one and only Lee Dong-Wook kissed you.

Then he pulled away, making you look at him. Titling your head in confusion, “we need to cook first, honey.” he smirked.

Shit.

(time skip)

Here you are now, awkwardly eating the bibimbap Wook made. You didn't even dare to look at anyone's eyes and continue on eating, not until Beom talked, asking you if you're enjoying the food, making you glance up at him, nodding “yes, it's good” you smile making him grin.

Your sweet time got cut off when the rest of the boys coughed, “oh..” Beom said smirking.

“why are you so stiff? Loosen up!” Song Kang let out, making you look at him, “oh! I'm just nervous, haha...” you laughed awkwardly.

“whys that?” the familiar voice said, making you look at the one and only Wook.

“i don't know at all..” you said, not until you looked up to him, he's changing his posture... Then suddenly you felt a foot, running to your thighs.

“oh! Dong-Wook, did you turn off the cameras? You're the one who handles them right now.” Soohyun finally talked, making Wook look at him. Still not removing his foot on your folds.

Then he slowly rubs it.

Making you choke up your food.

“are you okay?” Beom asked making them turn their attention to you. You just nodded, making them smile.

(time skip)

You and the man were playing earlier.

“im going to sleep now, good night everyone.” you said, making them do the same.

“good night (name), sweet dreams!” Beom said, making you look at him, you smiled replying a quick 'you too' and quickly ran off the stairs. Unaware of a man watching the interaction, and then got after you.

“you think you can just do that?” Wook said, making you flinch, looking at him.

“what are you doing here?!”you almost scream out of shock.

“what do you mean what I'm doing here? We're gonna continue of course.” he stated the obvious.

Then he started to come closer, “uhmm-- mph!” then he kisses you, roughly putting his tongue inside your mouth, your brain wants to stop itself from kissing back, but your body moves on its own and starts moving in sync with him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he starts to choke you lightly, making you look into his eyes.

“ah, princess, you're so good for me..” he kissed your neck, down to your jaw, then at your cleavage.

Then suddenly you two are naked.

“why don't you suck me off?” he asked, making you look at him. Then you slowly nodded.

Getting on your knees, you looked up to him, slowly kissing his shaft, his tip. Then fully sucking him off.

Bobbing your head up and down you felt him groan, grabbing a fistful of your hair he started to face fuck you. Making you choke. (Actually don't know where the fuck this is going, I don't even know how to write a fucking smut.)

“ahh! Such a slut.. slut for me..” you heard him say sweet things about you, making you more motivated to make him cum.

Then he came, making you look up to him, spitting his come on his cock and starts to lick him. Making his eyes go wide.

Suddenly, you are flipped on your back, then without a warning he puts it in, making you moan, then getting choked.

“you know damn well there are other people here, stay quiet whore.” he spank your ass.

Then his movements became rough and faster, making it harder to not moan, and be loud.

“t-too much!” you cried out, making him go slow and movements become sloppy. (Is that ok?)

“cum in me.. inside or out?” he asked.

“inside please! I'm taking pills!” you cried out.

“good girl..” he breathes out.

You both came.

Y'all shut the fuck up, it's me literally experiencing mental breakdowns with my grammar 😡😡

#fanfiction #kdrama x reader #chishiya smut #seo moonjo x reader #x reader #lee dong wook x reader #lee dong wook #variety #out of character.#read it

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coffeeghoulie · 7 months

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Kinktober #16: Primal Sex/Spitting

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Rain/Dew

Summary: Rain's in heat, and Dew wants to take care of him his own way.

Contains: Rimming, fingering, Rain and Dew both being catty at each other but they're both into it

Read under the cut or on AO3!

"Unholy Father, pearl, I always forget just how wet you get this time of year," Dew coos as he shoves Rain's jeans down over his ass, the door barely shut and locked behind them. "Haven't even touched you and you're fucking soaked."

Rain snarls, tripping over his pants with how desperately he tries to get out of them. "You know it's the heat, jackass. Fucking touch me already."

"I know, I know," Dew says, "So mean when you're needy. Maybe if you were nicer, Rainy, you'd get what you wanted faster."

"I am keeping this in mind for when your cycle hits next and you come crying to me for my knot," Rain snaps, dragging Dew over to his bed, shredding his clothes off of him with sharp claws. Dew's grateful he's wearing old work clothes, nothing he'll complain about missing when the fog of lust fades, especially with what he knows he's about to get to do. It's worth it every time.

"Oh, poor Rainy," he hums, only a little condescendingly. "Does it hurt, baby?"

Rain whirls around to glare at him, eyes flashing cerulean. "Does it hurt?" he scoffs, snatching Dew's wrist and pulling him closer. Dew glares up at him, gaze unwavering. They've done this song and dance before. "You know how a heat feels, dipshit. It fucking hurts when you're not touching me. Fucking touch me already."

"Yes, princess," Dew scoffs, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Get on your hands and knees for me, I'll make you feel real good."

Rain rolls his eyes, but complies. "Fucking finally," he whispers, tail hitched up over his lithe hip. Dew can't help it as his mouth waters at the sight of his mate putting himself on display, hole slick and dripping down his taint and balls, his cock already spurting globs of precum without having been touched once. Water ghouls, former water ghouls included, get wet.

"Wanna taste you, lick that pretty hole until you cry," Dew says, grabbing Rain's tail and pulling his hips back. Rain keens, reaching back to swat at Dew's hand with his claws unglamoured.

"Put your fucking cock in me, Dewdrop, I swear to fucking Belial, or so help me, when you go into heat- mmmph!" Rain cuts himself off with a low groan as Dew kneels behind him, ducking down and licking a stripe up from his balls to the base of his tail, lapping up slick as he goes.

"Oh, froggy," Dew coos, licking his lips as Rain cranes his neck to look back at him. "I'll take whatever torment you want to give me when it's my turn. I'll even do it without complaining. Just let me eat you out. It'll feel good, pearl, promise."

"Fine," Rain huffs, settling down on his elbows, sticking his ass higher in the air in invitation. "Eat me out."

Dew doesn't have to be told twice. He pulls Rain's tail again, the water ghoul sputtering out a moan as he yanks at the sensitive appendage, and Dew dives in, licking and sucking at Rain's ass.

Rain keens, pushing his hips back further against Dew's tongue, the tip prodding at his entrance, lapping up the slick.

"Fuck," Dew pants when he pulls away, spitting saliva and slick back down on Rain's hole. His hips jolt, Dew's spit much hotter than his core temperature, the saliva almost burning hot. "You taste so good, pearl," he groans, pushing the glob of spit into his hole as he slips two fingers inside, finding no resistance.

Rain cries out, pushing his hips back against Dew's hand, so those spindly fingers slide in up to the third knuckle. Dew tsks, licking over the rim of his hole. "Greedy," he admonishes, "But I know, baby, that's just the heat talking. You need to be filled up, don't you?" he asks, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out, purposefully ignoring the spot he knows will make Rain gush.

But Rain's a smart ghoul, even under the throes of his heat, and he's quick to pick up what's going on. He turns, craning his neck to look at Dew, snapping his teeth like a dog. "Dewdrop. Fucking give it to me."

"I know it's your heat that's making you mean, froggy," Dew coos, stroking at Rain's inner walls, delighting as he clenches down around him. "I just need you to remember your manners, baby. I'll give it to you when you say please for me. I know you can do it. You make me do it all the time, in heat or not."

"Dewdrop," Rain snarls, shoving his hips back onto his hand, trying to make Dew hit the right spots himself.

"Ah-ah," Dew tuts, removing his fingers entirely. They glisten, strands of slick connecting them. He can't help himself, shoving his fingers into his own mouth, sucking them clean. "I won't give you anything until you ask nicely for it. I know you can, Rainy."

"And if I don't?" Rain questions, shoving his hips back in a desperate search for friction. "What then?"

Dew shrugs, wiping his saliva covered fingers off on the blanket. They'll have to do laundry later anyways. Water ghouls. "I don't have to do this, you know, Rainy. I have better things I could be doing."

They both know that's a lie. Rain shudders, slumping down against the mattress, even though he knows the threat is empty. "Dewey," he breathes, voice muffled against the blankets. He grabs big handfuls, whiteknuckling the sheets, and Dew makes a mental note to get the tin of sewing supplies from Mountain's room once Rain's heat breaks. "Dewey," Rain whispers again.

"You know what to say, froggy," Dew coos, running a warm hand up Rain's spine soothingly, resting it right in between his shoulder blades, his skin clammy and cool to the touch. "It's one word, baby. Just need you to say one word and I'll give you everything you need."

Rain lets out a sob into the blanket. "Dewey, please."

Dew grins, not as sharklike as Rain does, not quite water anymore, but hungry all the same. "Good boy."

#ghostober #kinktober 2023 #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #dot's writing #dew/rain #the band ghost #the band ghost fic

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neverinadream · 2 years

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Keep Quiet, Can You Do That?

Summary: At dinner with your friends, you and Kepa get up to no good in your kitchen.

Pairing: Kepa Arrizabalaga x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, established relationship, dom!kepa, sub!reader, pet names (princesa, cariño, good girl...), a tad bit of degradation kink - if you squint hard enough, praise kink, fingering, a smidge of begging, quickie, unprotected sex, your friends are in the other room, not proofread

Notes: it's been a while since I wrote for Kepa, so please be nice. Feedback is always welcome!!!

Bracing yourself against the kitchen counter, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down as hard as you possibly could, but failing miserably to keep your whimpers at bay as his fingers curl inside of you, two fingers slick with a mixture of your spit and wetness stretching your pussy.

"Kepa," you breathe out his name, your head tucked into his chest, hips rolling into his hand as his thumb brushes against your clit. You feel him smiling against your shoulder, the strap of your dress pulled down off of your shoulder, granting him more access to your body. "Kepa, someone's going to notice we've been gone too long," you warn him, lifting your head and letting your eyes pan over to the kitchen door, which was still cracked open, just a little bit.

He presses his finger to your lips, shushing you and tutting under his breath. "What happened to staying quiet for me?" His voice rings in your ears, an accent so rich it had your thighs tensing and your pussy clenching around his fingers. He smirks. "What is it, cariño?" You bite dowm harder on your bottom lip, whimpering as his voice hits your ear in a slow drawl. "Worried someone might catch us?" He slows his rhythm, his thumb reducing to slow circles against your clit, the two fingers curling each time they slipped back inside you. "No ones coming in here," he tells you, like it was a promise of sorts, "they're too busy having fun; they'll never know that I'm about to fuck you."

Removing one hand from from the kitchen counter, you touch the side of his neck, wrapping it around. "Please, Kepa," you mumble, begging against his lips as you bring him closer. Your lips lightly press against his, Kepa making you chase him for the kiss; whining, your hand grips him tighter, pulling him back to you. "Just fuck me before someone comes in."

"Can you promise me you'll be quiet?" He asks, slowly slipping his fingers out of you, catching your faint whimpers on his lips as he kisses you. "Or..." He snaps the waistband of your panties, the sound of it slapping your skin echoing in the quiet kitchen. "...or will I have to gag you with your own panties?" Lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, he unzips his pants, that low but quick sound setting your body aflame with anticipation. "¿Qué será, princesa?"

"Quiet," you whisper, running your hands up his arms and gripping onto his shoulders, "I can be quiet."

The head of his cock is right there, pushing at your opening, teasing you, and if you didn't feel him inside of you for another second, you might just lose your mind. Explode even.

"Fuck," Kepa rasps out, thrusting into you and filling you up as much as he possibly could. His hand runs up your thigh, squeezing your ass and lifting you a little bit away from the counter, pulling you as close as possible to him. He gasps when you wrap your legs tightly around his waist, your heels digging harshly into the bottom of his back. "Leave them on," he mumbles, like he had just read your mind.

Shamelessly and impatiently, you grind into him, biting your bottom lip so hard that you were worried you might just draw some blood. God, you wanted to scream. To be as loud as you could. To let the whole city know just how good Kepa could make you feel. But for your friends to find out you were being fucked in the next room, it left your cheeks feeling uncomfortably warm.

He's whispering something in Spanish under his breath, bumping his forehead agaisnt yours. "You're doing so well for me - keeping all nice and quiet for me," his grip tightens, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him, "especially when I know how loud you like to be, but we can't let them know, can we?" You shake your head but your barely listening to him. "We can't let all of our friends know you're being a whore," he speaks low into your ear, nipping at your lope, like he was purposely trying to make you break your vow of silence, "can we?"

Again, you shake your head.

Pleasure tingles up your spine, that familiar tightening in your stomach and thighs. "Shit," you breathe into his shoulder, breaking your vow of silence and burying your face into his body. One hand slips between your bodies and underneath your dress, touching yourself, the tips of your fingers circling your clit. "I'm not going to last much longer."

"That's okay," he hums, gripping you even tighter to almost mask how sloppy his movements had become, "just cum for me."

Your orgasm rings in your ears and the heat travels from your core, shooting up your spine and washes all over our body, leaving you pulsing and fluttering around him. His voice soothes you, whispering in your ear, calling you his good girl, praising you for doing as you were told. Even as Kepa bottoms out, finishing inside of you and slowly pulling out, and your feet touch the ground, your body still tingles and your ears were still ringing.

Kepa fixes his clothes, running his fingers through his hair and leans past you to grab the bottle of wine. He kisses you, letting his lips brush lovingly over your cheek. "I'll take this into them," he says, chuckling as he looks at the state of you, all fucked out, your lipstick smudged, "and you should get yourself cleaned up." His thumb touches your bottom lip. "It's smudged."

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~Hawks dating headcanons~

(Black female reader)

18+ minors dni

Just a song I recommend:

Genre: SFW+NSFW

SFW:

If you do something wrong this guy will tease you about it till there is steam coming out of your ears💀

If you take a shower without him he will fr non stop pouting. 'Keigo sometimes I need to take a shower by myself' 'hmph'

The first time you asked him to help you take out your twist's/braids he was putting knots in your hair everywhere. (He apologized like 1billion times lol). But he always tries his best to help you

Whenever he sees you in public dude will fr grab your waist and lift you up to fly with him

If he catches you staring at him for a while he will pose and say "am I that beautiful" them blow a kiss.

Whenever he has the chance he will kiss you everywhere and say "your chocolate skin is so beautiful".

If your sitting down on the couch doing a manspread he'll sit between your legs expecting you to

He always helps with the chores if you say your to tired to do so. Though the only downside is he doesn't know how to fold crop tops💀

If you just start rambling about something random even if it's the most boring thing alive he will still try his best to listen.

Whenever he notices your having a bad day he will crack the cringiest dad jokes but the way he says it is what makes the joke funny.

Is your personal heater. Once he was cuddling you for way to long and you were slick with sweat from his body heat but was to afraid to say so

Always likes to pester you by leaving scarlet feathers in every corner of the house.

Is always little spoon while sleeping. Sometimes his head is in between your tatas

If your rocking an outfit he will hype you up till you get tired of it.

NSFW:

He loves your brown nipples. He will nip, suck and tweak them until they're almost a shade of red.

Solid 6 inches🥵

He enjoys 69 because then he can tease you about the fact he made you come 3times already meanwhile you barley made him come once.

He always jokes about breeding you while pounding into your soaked cunt

He loves when you bounce in his cock. Could literally come at the sight of your tits shaking and hearing your sweet moans of pleasure

Ass eater🌚

If you piss him off he will either never let you come or make you cum like 6 times.

At times he will let you be dom he really doesn't mind just whatever you perfer

Big fan of darcyphilia💀 he will not stop until your eyes are burning with tears. (If it becomes to much he will stop)

Favorite places are shower and kitchen.

Always down for roleplay.

He has 100% put whip cream on your cunt and nipples then sucks on it likes his last meal

Leaves hickeys all over your body.

Once he walked into Victoria Secret face redder than a tomato just looking to find some lingerine he can fuck you in.

Whenever he throat fucks you he pushes your head till it reaches his balls. And instead of Cumming in your mouth he always dumps it on your tits.

Most of the time it's always you taking the lead because when he's doing work you make your way under the table to deep throat his cock so he can spill his load in your mouth

Loves when your Dom and start sucking on his perk nipples

At the start he will degrade the shit out of you if you cum fast. but during like the 3rd orgasm he will give you all the praise he can.

After a really hot night in the morning he always thigh fucks you knowing ur pussy is to overestimulated to handle his cock.

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bad decisions | jjk - one

"Look what the cat dragged in," Jungkook grins towards his friends, all a little worse for wear. Bleary-eyed, they're smiling and joking, having come from dinner—which turned into drinks, and then more drinks, and then —"fuck it, fine."— clubs. Dionysus is always the final stop. They like the atmosphere. Like the free drinks even more. "You know us," Jimin grins at him in that sleazy way he so often does, which lets Jungkook know he's up to no good. "Where the pussy goes, we surely follow."

Bad Decision #1 - Purple Starfuckers

warnings: alcohol, clubbing

soundtrack: bad decisions - bts, passionfruit - drake, promiscuous - nelly furtado & timbaland

wc: 3.5k

bd total wc: 370k (on-going)

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"Don't think of it as a bad decision. Think of it as a lesson learned. Something to remember for next time."

The way Hoseok looks at you is borderline comical - face all scrunched up, mouth hanging ajar. He's scowling, but it isn't new. He's had a face like a slapped arse all evening. Kinda goes with the territory of a fresh break-up, mind you.

"You don't seriously believe that?" He scoffs, before swallowing his words down with the rum and coke that he's been nursing for the past fifteen minutes. It tastes like shit, and is far too strong - but he's the one who asked for a triple. No one else to blame.

The bartender had raised his pierced brow, told Hoseok that he's "not allowed to do that" - but had offered to make him a double and pour a separate shot, instead. "What you do with that shot is up to you," the bartender had shrugged - and so Hoseok had poured it straight on in.

You finish your own drink with a roll of your eyes and shake of your head. "What I believe is that she wasn't 'the one', Hobes. Was a lucky escape, if you ask me. She was fucking vile to me and Danbi."

"You guys just didn't get to know her proper-"

"Hobi, she wore white to Haeun's wedding," Danbi interrupted. Truthfully, she could not have cared less for how badly Hoseok's ex had treated her - it was when she started behaving badly around other people, embarrassing them in the process, that she started to take offence. If there was one thing Danbi had, it was pride. "WHITE! Who does that?! Poor Mina. She's a better woman than me. I'd have fought that bitch on the spot, right in the aisle. Don't care if it's my wedding day, when bitches deserve a slap-"

"Dan," you laugh but try and get her to quiet down, knowing that Hoseok is still reeling from the break-up. As true as her words are, he doesn't need to hear them right now. Turning to Hoseok, you stroke up his shoulder tenderly, with a soft smile on your glossy lips.

You didn't cover yourself head to toe in glitter just to sit in the smoking area of a shitty club all night. There's fun to be had.

"Look, Hobes, it sucks that things ended the way they did"—a screaming match over the price of asparagus in the middle of a supermarket, that was totally an argument about something more than that, but Hoseok is still in denial—"but not everything we lose is a loss. Okay? You've still got us."

Which is admittedly more than he deserves after how much of a shit-bag he'd turned into during the relationship. He'd go days, weeks - hell - sometimes months, without getting back to you. You and Dan had been fine - you had each other after all - but it still sucked not having your third musketeer with you.

"Now c'mon," you smile. "Get that drink down you, and get that pretty ass of yours on the floor. We both know you're dying for a good dance."

"I don't feel like it," he groans - but he downs his drink regardless, and is dancing to a noughties classic within five minutes.

You think it's Nelly Furtado - it is - but you're so drunk that you can't really place it. It's the kind of song that everyone knows; the kind of song that gets everyone's hips moving just right. Bodies are hot and sweaty, the clammy dancefloor a pit of sin. To you, though, it feels like heaven at that moment.

This is all you've wanted for months. You're holding Danbi's hands, Hoseok between the pair of you, unable to escape and not really wanting to, either. He's smiling, and it's the best thing you've seen all night.

The lights of the club beam down on you, pinks and blues reflecting the satin dress you're wearing. It's short, barely covering your ass, and silver. Picked out especially for a night like this; when attention is welcome, but not necessarily encouraged. You think you look like a trophy. Maybe someone will be lucky enough to win you. Maybe not.

From the bar, Jeon Jungkook thinks you look like a little disco ball.

He's wiping a tumbler dry, fresh from the glass washer, making most of the lull in customers coming to the bar. There are only three of them behind it, and it always makes Friday shifts feel that little bit more hectic.

Dionysus, a club just on the outskirts of the party district, is always busier on a Saturday, so he prefers Friday shifts. A relatively small club, it has only a single dancefloor and a bar area with a few seats. The back entrance leads to the smoking area, which is where he'd first noticed you coming from with your friends. There's nowhere to hide, really, in a club like this. If you're in Dionysus, everyone knows about it.

Especially the bartenders.

"What do we reckon," Yeonjun, the youngest of the crew, smirks at Jungkook as he nods towards you and your friends. "They all going home together, or what?"

A little air squeaks through Jungkook's lips as he purses them, trying to get a read on your little trio. The way you're moving your hips towards the dude in the middle certainly seems a little more than friendly. At least, if a girl he'd never met before was dancing with him like that, he'd take it as a good sign he was getting laid.

What makes it interesting is the fact that there are two of you. You in silver, another girl in black. Both pretty. Both incredibly different, but both captivating nonetheless. Like a pair of shooting stars, he thinks, cracking through the crowd at a vibrancy that could blind. Is a little confused as to how the fuck you aren't being pestered by other guys - doesn't complain though. Makes for a clear line of vision.

It's nights like these which make Jungkook wish he worked a normal job. He misses out on all the fun always being behind the bar, he thinks. Does also save him from making some bad decisions that he knows would surely haunt him. If anything, he should be thankful.

"Fuck knows," he simply says, closing the glass-washer and whipping the towel over his shoulder. "10,000 won says he's going home alone."

Yeonjun smirks. "You're on."

It's less of a bet for Jungkook. More of a manifestation. He likes watching you dance. Doesn't like the thought of you dancing with the dude by yourself. Doesn't like the idea of you leaving with him, either. Considers the fact that maybe you're not even interested in dudes, and that it's the girl you're holding hands with who you'll be leaving with instead. He's less intimidated by that - at least your disinterest in him would be preference based - but it's still not his favourite scenario.

It's not like he knows you, nor will he ever know you. He just likes to live in the what-ifs. They're always so much safer. Can't get rejected if you don't put yourself out there.

And so he carries on with work just like he should, serving the next punters who stumble to the bar. He pours them a water with their order, because lord knows they need it, and laughs when someone tries to pay for it thinking it's a vodka lemonade.

"On the house," he shrugs, letting their drunk minds believe it really is a vodka lemonade. Easier that way. Will get them drinking water, at least, even if just for a sip or so before they clock on.

You're laughing, a little out of breath and not entirely steady on your feet, as you head to the bar.

He'd been so busy with the last customers that he didn't even notice until he saw you using the bar to help steady yourself. You aren't looking in his direction, but up at the row of spirits behind him, trying to sus out what you fancy.

Your hair is dark, up in a ponytail with grown-out bangs framing your face. The makeup you've been wearing has faded, melted off from the heat of the club, but the glitter remains. You really do look like a disco ball, he thinks. It makes him smile.

"Hey, sorry," you beam towards him, eyes just as sparkling at the glitter dusted on your collarbones. He raises his brows, expression open, receptive, as he moves closer to the bar. "What's something that can get me fucked up but also tastes delicious?"

Oh, how he loves a challenge. He licks his lips and tilts his head to the side. "What do you qualify as delicious?"

"No passion fruit," you say almost instantly. "So no pornstars." And then you gag a little, to emphasise just how much you hate passion fruit.

"No pornstars, noted," Jungkook says as he pulls an imaginary pencil from behind his ear and pretends to jot it down on his palm. He looks back up at you, and doesn't bother fighting the way his teeth bite down on his bottom lip - why would he? You're giggling. He likes it. And he also knows you're probably drunk, so won't remember this interaction in the morning.

"Well, I mean, none of the drinking variety," you grin, tongue in cheek. "If you happen to know any of the human variety, send them my way."

He almost chokes on his own spit. The shock in his eyes has you laughing again.

"I'm joking, you idiot."

Although you kind of totally aren't. You haven't been laid in a while. You'll take anything with a pulse who is interested at this point.

"I knew that," he bluffs, and looks back down at his palm as if he's reading again. "Okay, so no pornstars - pornstar martinis. What else?"

"Don't like orange juice."

"Do you like anything?"

You like lots of things. So many things that your brain can't think straight, actually.

You like the way a tattoo is peaking out of his shirt sleeve. You like dancing with your friends. Being drunk. His smile. The way he's joking with you. The knowledge that Hoseok is probably doing the robot as you speak. Sunsets. The chain around the neck of the man in front of you. Those cute tiny straws he puts in some of the cocktails. Him.

But you narrow your eyes, and ignore your brain. "Alcohol."

He narrows his eyes right back. Purses his lips. Looks down at his fake notepad, then back up at you. "I think I have just the thing for you."

Reaching for the plastic cups which you know are reserved for water, you almost look offended. Does he not think you have eyes? Are too drunk to know he's giving you water?

He places it in front of you and smiles, lips together, eyes round - but still challenging you.

"It's water," you tell him, and he nods. No denial.

"Uh-huh. Cleanse your palette first."

"Are we fine dining?"

"We aren't doing anything," he assures you. He's on the clock. "But everything tastes like shit after a smoke, so if you wanna enjoy it, have some water."

Your brows furrow together, head tilting and then you're self-conscious. "Do I smell like smoke?"

You'd doused yourself in perfume and had been chewing on gum to hide it, but apparently not well enough.

Jungkook shakes his head, realising how much wider your eyes are. You don't seem as confident. You're not smiling anymore.

"No, no," he says quickly and nods toward your clutch, which is propped open on the side of the bar. A packet of cigarettes are sticking out slightly, a lighter tucked into the side. "I just guessed - sorry. I didn't mean to- I mean, no. You don't. Not at all."

You follow his gaze, and find yourself smiling. Small misunderstanding. That's all. But he seems just as panicked as you had been. It's sweet.

"Fine," you elongate your response and let your eyes narrow again, to let him know you're ready to banter again. "I'll drink it - but whatever you're making better be good."

"If you hate it, it's on the house," he says, knowing that you won't hate it. He sets about making your drink as you sip on the water, not really watching him because you're trying to focus on not falling over. Water actually seems like a great idea. You're thankful for it.

When Jungkook returns to your spot by the bar, he can't stop blinking. The glass of water - an entire pint - is finished. You're smiling, lips a little wet, eyes a little hazy.

"Thirsty," you shrug.

He checks your jaw to make sure it's not grinding, but it's perfectly still. Not a gram of MD - the drug of choice in Dionysus circles - in your system. You just really are thirsty - had been dancing all bloody night. He knows this, but he's naive to how hot it is down there. Hasn't actually been on the dancefloor himself in a while. Always working.

He accepts your defence, and holds up the shot in front of you. It's tiny, and pretty, all purple and shimmery.

Jungkook smiles. "Purple Starfucker."

The water you've just finished almost comes back up through your system. "Sorry?!"

"Purple Starfucker," Jungkook simply repeats. "Amaretto, peach schnapps, a little curacao and cranberry juice. Fucking delicious."

You do love all of those. It's the ideal drink for you. You've never had it before, but you know it's gonna be good. He places it down in front of you, but that challenging look is still in your eye.

He laughs a little. Can't figure you out. Has no idea what you're thinking. "What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing," you grin, picking the shot glass up by the rim and raising it slightly with a nod. "To Purple Starfuckers."

Jungkook nods back. Toys with his lip piercing, the tip of his tongue peaking out ever so slightly before he bites down on his lip. "To Purple Starfuckers."

From his peripherals, Jungkook can see Yeonjun leaning against the countertop at the back of the bar, watching him with a curious smirk.

Un-fucking-believable, Yeonjun thinks. Reckons Jungkook is trying to fuck with the bet. Trying to lure Disco Ball away. He doesn't hear the conversation, but he can read your lips - 'Holy shit? That's fucking delicious? How much do I owe you?' - and watches the way Jungkook shakes his head. Hands too. Shrugs. Bloody git is giving it to you on the house.

10,000 won ain't that much, but Yeonjun doesn't like losing. "Oi, Disco Ball. Get your friends"- he nods towards Hoseok and Danbi. -"We'll make you a round."

He ignores the way Jungkook's eyes burn into him, knowing that his shit-eating grin is enough to wind Jungkook up. They love each other really, but in a way you'd love a sibling. Fully capable of hating one another, too.

You glance up to Jungkook, almost as if you're asking his permission. You kind of are. You trust him. He's been kind. This other bartender? He's a bit louder. Far brasher. And he'd called you Disco Ball? The fuck?

Jungkook nods. Doesn't want you to leave, but equally knows the only reason you're looking at him like that - eyes all wide and innocent - is 'cause you're drunk. Doubts it would be the same if you were sober. When he comes to think of it, he'd rather you were with your friends. Safer that way. "Hurry. Before we get really busy."

And so you scurry off, running on the balls of your feet to avoid awkward heel mishaps. There's something endearing about it and it's almost enough to distract him from Yeonjun's taunts.

"If he doesn't take her home, I will."

"She's fucked," Jungkook tells him, voice stern, eyes still on you. Fucking around with punters isn't against the rules, but taking advantage of drunk girls? Yeah, not on his watch. Doesn't matter who it is. He's seen enough creeps and enough girls in tears because of them to know when to step in. "You're going nowhere near her."

"I clock off in an hour," Yeonjun reminds him. Jungkook's the one who's closing the bar tonight. "Plenty of time to play catch up."

Yeonjun - brilliant, blue-haired, and with enough boyish charm to seduce almost anyone - isn't a creep. He looks up to Jungkook. Respects him. Follows his lead. Would never take advantage of a punter. He just likes winding Jungkook up a little too much.

Jungkook ignores him. Doesn't put it past him. While Yeonjun likes to think he has values, Jungkook knows he's just as horny and desperate as the rest of the fuckers in the bar.

That's not to say Jungkook is discounting himself from the generalisation - he just actually does have morals. To some degree, at least.

You're on the dancefloor for no more than thirty seconds, dragging Hoseok and Danbi with you to the bar. They complain and moan - "but I love that song!" - though as soon as they're faced with a tray of shots, their moods shoot up. You go to pay Jungkook, but he shakes his head.

"On the house."

"You're trying to get me drunk," you accuse with a knowing smile.

"You're already drunk," he smiles right back. It's not his goal. It's a fairly quiet night. If anything, this is entertainment. Not like there's much better for him to be doing. Not until his friends drop by later, at least. "I'm just a nice barman."

Part of you wants to protest. He's covered in tattoos - his hands, the ones peaking from his shirt at the wrist and the neck - and has more piercing in his ears than you do. There's a stud in his brow, and a ring on his lip. It's his eyes though, that you think scream danger the most. They're deep and they're dark, and you know better than to trust them.

And yet when he smiles like that, your tummy feels all fuzzy in the same way that your head does.

"Well thank you Mr Nice Barman," you nod and curtsey, because that somehow feels appropriate.

"Jungkook," he corrects, before knocking his head to the side and nodding towards the dancefloor. "Go enjoy your night, trouble."

Not too much, though, he thinks to himself, but watches as you bounce back to the dancefloor with your friends.

The drinks were a small gesture, but one that he knows will have made a difference to their night. No skin off his back. He likes doing things like this. You're not the first, likely won't be the last - but he spends a lot longer than usual quietly observing you as you get on with your night. Doesn't notice the smile on his face.

Yeonjun does, though. Chooses not to say anything. Knows when to pick his battles.

Does warn him when he sees Jungkook's friends bundle in through the door, though. "Watch out boss. Same as usual?"

Jungkook nods, and Yeonjun sets about making a round of drinks for the usual suspects. Three Malibu and cokes, one rum and lemonade and four purple starfuckers. Jungkook'll make those. They're his signature.

"Speak for yourself," Namjoon snorts beside him, a little more sober than the others. Taehyung and Yoongi are engaged in their own conversation - something about the Samsung Lions and baseball strategy that Jungkook doesn't care much for. "Quiet night?"

Dionysus is always the final stop. They like the atmosphere. Like the free drinks even more.

"You know us," Jimin grins at him in that sleazy way he so often does, which lets Jungkook know he's up to no good. "Where the pussy goes, we surely follow."

"Fairly," Jungkook nods - which can only mean one thing. Same thing it means every week.

He'd always thought that by the time they hit their mid-twenties, they'd be over this lifestyle by now - but his friends like to make just as many bad decisions as he does.

"Round up boys," Jimin cheers, his voice booming above the bass of whatever noughties classic is on. "Purple Starkfucker time!"

Jungkook laughs. Shakes his head, rolls his eyes. Unfolds his defensive arms. Glances up to the crowd - but you're lost to the night. Maybe not forever, but for now, at least.

And so he just nods, and cheers along with them.

"Purple Starfucker time."

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Side Piece

A First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

AN: You can read this one by itself, but to get some background you can read the others. NSFW down below 18+.

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, shloob_, saweetie and 4,293,578 others

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druski2funny: y/ninsta why you playing with my mans like that? 🤣

normani: I should fight you for getting my blood pressure up! y/ninsta!!!

dualipa: boooo I was waiting for divorce papers

jackharlow: dualipa if you don't get your ass outta here 😡

saweetie: well jackharlow let this be a lesson. we all pulling up on yo ass if you step outta line.

jackharlow: saweetie I've noticed 🙃

jackharlow: y/ninsta you know what... I'm mad at you. Use your vibrator.

y/ninsta: jackharlow WHAT. I WILL DO NO SUCH THING WHEN YOU ARE IN THE HOUSE WITH ME. BRING MY DICK HERE NOW!!!

normani: uh oh 👀

jackharlow: y/ninsta as of right now I put your ass on punishment

y/ninsta: jackharlow fine. I'll call dualipa.

dualipa: y/ninsta 👅👅👅

jackharlow: y/ninsta you just keep digging a deeper hole for yourself

y/ninsta: jackharlow no I want you to fill my holes 😉

jackharlow: y/ninsta I'm coming upstairs. get on your knees.

sza: WHEEEWWWW 🥵🥵

y/ninsta: jackharlow YESSSS TEAM NO GAG REFLEX 🙈

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta we didn't need to know that

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt stop being a hater Urby 😒

y/ninsta: jackharlow umm I see handcuffs in the drawer. what are these for? 👀

jackharlow: y/ninsta you about to find out

saweetie: y/ninsta don't forget to post in the group chat later!

jackharlow: saweetie she'll talk to yall monday. we busy.

saweetie: jackharlow but it's thursday....

jackharlow: saweetie did I stutter? she'll be available monday evening.

saweetie: jackharlow omg don't beat it up too bad!

jackharlow: saweetie naw she about to get this work for talking so much shit.

urbanwyatt: jackharlow I need to find something to do this weekend 😩

Do not read past this point if you aren't 18+

NSFW

Warnings: oral sex (male receiving)

You were currently upstairs in the master bedroom sitting on the bed playing on your phone when you heard Jack's heavy footsteps making his way towards the room.

He opened the door and you simply smirked at him.

You knew he was about to tear your ass up and show no mercy.

He simply locked the door behind him and stared at you with a blank face.

"So, we don't listen to directions now?" Jack asked as he raised his eyebrows at you and proceeded to take off his shirt and toss it to the side.

"Wait.. what?"

"Did I tell you to fucking speak?"

You swear his voice went an octave lower and you felt the waterfall begin to make its presence known between your thighs.

"I thought I told you to be on your knees when I came up here."

"But.."

"I don't remember telling you to speak. Strike two, baby."

"What was strike one!?"

"You think I'm playin huh?"

You quickly shook your head no and remained quiet before sliding off the bed and assuming the position that he asked you to get in.

You were kind of nervous for what was going to happen after strike three if you said anything else.

Not that Jack would hurt you in any way or do something that made you uncomfortable (which wasn't much) but still.

Within seconds you were face to face with what you wanted most and just knew that your juices were about to be cascading down your thighs.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours baby."

You did as you were told and could immediately taste his precum at the back of your throat. He grabbed your ponytail to pull you closer to him if that was even possible.

You knew better than to even try to touch him at this point, because you were going to get yelled at so you had to let him set the pace.

"Because clearly I have to teach you who is in fucking charge around here. And let me give you a hint, princess. It's not you."

Jack slid completely out of your mouth before pulling your chin to look up at him. Tears were in the corner of both your eyes threatening to fall, but you damn sure weren't going to say anything.

"You think you funny, huh?" Jack asked and you remained quiet. A few seconds had passed before he realized that you weren't going to break.

"Answer my question, baby."

"Yeah, I'm the funniest." You answered saying his lyrics back to him and he wasn't amused.

"I'm getting real tired of your ass."

"You sure about that?"

"You got one more fuckin time to get smart with me."

"Or... what?"

"Open."

You had your eyes closed as you obliged to his request and he wasn't having it.

"Nuh uh. Keep your eyes on me."

You met those pretty blues as he proceeded to spit in your mouth. You felt the warm liquid hit your tongue as you kept eye contact with him.

"I thought that my nasty little bitch swallowed? Go ahead then."

You simply smiled when you were finished and knew that this was about to be a long night.

"My dick better not leave your mouth until my cum is sliding down your throat. Understood?"

You nodded your head as you maneuvered to get more comfortable so that you would be able to stay in that position longer.

"So now that I tell you to speak, you aren't using your words?"

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Okay, daddy."

"That's better. Do as your told."

An hour had passed and Urban was wondering where you two were. He had gotten the three of you food and proceeded to go upstairs to look for you.

He had just hit the top step when he heard you moaning Jack's name and proceeded to roll his eyes.

"They cannot keep their hands off each other for five minutes."

He stood in front of the door and simply yelled.

"Will yall please keep it down? I'm trying to eat my food in peace!"

He was then taken aback when Jack came to the door and slightly opened it.

"What?" Urban curiously asked his best friend as he stared at him.

Jack was in deep thought and before he could answer, Urban heard your voice.

"Will you ask him already? My hand can only do so much."

"Y/N, didn't I tell you to fucking wait. You never listen and that's your problem."

"Ask me, what?"

"You want in?"

"Whaaa... now?"

"Yes, now Urban! Got damn! Will you two come on? Oh, and Urby... bring your camera." You yelled from inside the bedroom.

"Looks like you found something to do this weekend."

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