♩currently listening to: rocky mountain high by john denver
currently loving: spring showers,shane maguires arms,smoking with joel miller,morning yoga with dr abbot,daerons puppy dog eyes
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shane maguire isn’t above punching you square in the stomach so you double over… in fact it’s the easiest way to get you bent over and ready to take his cock! he likes how your hands automatically fly to your sides as the wind is knocked out of you and you try to fill your lungs with air all while stumbling around like a newborn fawn. he loves how you can barely put up a fight when he drags you to the edge of the river by your hair, your knees sinking and sliding around in the cool mud as he makes a makeshift ponytail and holds your head under the fast moving current. your flailing legs aren’t actually helping when he lets go of your hair and tries to slide off your shorts but it’s okay he’s got some drag ropes for that.
tags; fem!reader,dubcon (?),shane is endeared by you so obviously he has to be mean & gross
Shane Maguire who calls you bambi,his little bambi.
He doesn’t even like nicknames,terms of endearment and pet names roll off his tongue like flint over sandpaper yet for some reason the name just…sticks. It starts off as a dig,like most things do with shane,an insult on your coordination as you try to brave the hike up to his camp. It’s actually impressive how clumsy you are,catching the steel toe tips of your boots on practically every loose rock. He tries to warn you,shows you where to step as you veer off the trail and into thicker brush, even holds onto your wrist to steady you (perhaps a little too tight) but you still seem unwavering about your choice to be the most inept hiker he’s ever met. You apologise to him when you catch him chewing the inside of his cheek,jaw tense as he waits for you to catch up to him,telling him your not really used to the outdoors.Your knees are busted up from your falls,grazed a bright red with small scabs already starting to form yet he pays them no mind.He wants to curse at you, take off and leave you there,but the way you look up at him as you kneel down to tie your shoelaces all soft eyed and pouty and somehow still unstable on your feet,he just has to laugh. His laugh travels up to the sky,nasty and condescending and past the canopy of trees,loud enough to send a family of birds fleeing from their nests. He reaches down to pat your head,hard enough to knock you off balance,and makes a throw away comment to no one in particular about his “stupid little Bambi”
The name suits you he thinks as he watches you try to undress,trying your hardest to be sexy as you shimmy out of your shorts. Your hands have been working on your belt and buttons for longer than necessary,fumbling over the clasp as you try to find your footing on the uneven patch of pine needles you stood on. He should be pissed off,how you turned an hour hike into a two hour ordeal,how you couldn’t even strip down without looking like you had vertigo but it was…. oddly endearing. The way your bottom lip juts out and the way your legs wobble as you finally step out of your khaki shorts,he hates to say it but it’s cute. He lifts himself off the rock he was perched on and closes the gap between you with only a few strides,hands already finding their way to the hem of your shirt. “Here let me” he smirks “seems like my Bambi can’t do anything for herself”
He really drags it out,says he’s got to make it worth the effort of practically carrying you the whole way up here. He gropes and grinds himself all over your body,dragging his clothed cock across the curve of your ass as his fingers pinch and pull at your nipples till you’re biting your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood. He dips his fingers between your legs,holding you by your hair to keep you steady while he spreads your folds with his digits,making you apologise for all the hassle you caused him before plunging three fingers into your drooling cunt. He uses his belt to tie your hands together like he does with a doe,berating you for being so stupid,pointer finger digging into your temple asking if you have anything in that head of yours. He bends your naked body over a rock ledge and ignores your little quips about the jagged stones digging into your arms no matter how much you whine about the pain. “Gonna be a big girl Bambi” he laughs at you as he kicks your legs apart and unbuttons his pants,slipping his rock hard cock out and rubbing himself through your folds “came up here for a reason didn’t you?”.
licking modern!aerions boots! smushing your face into his crotch and french kissing his designer belt buckle! letting him pull you by your hair like it’s a leash! getting off by humping his leg because a filthy bitch like you doesn’t deserve his cock!
͙ 𖦹 beautiful person award! once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ 🧁
dana who you can lean on through it all,hard shifts,bad breakups,family problems. she’s an ear to listen,a body to hug,a hand to hold. dana who never judges you,just gives you that sly smile and her truthful opinion,sometimes a laugh,that laugh that tells you that everything’s gonna be alright. dana who you can turn your brain off around,even just for a minute as she runs her hand up and down your back subconsciously as you walk together. dana who lets her hand trail a little lower each time but that’s okay because she’s just trying to comfort you. dana who slaps your ass playfully with a clipboard when she tells you to get a move on but she’s just making sure you’re taking time management serious. dana who playfully grabs you by your ponytail and ignores your little whimpers and yelps.dana who grills you on who you’re dating with a furrowed brow.dana who you eat out in a storage room because she’s just trying to teach you everything you need to know before you set off into the big bad world.she’s just the best mentor you could ever ask for!!!
"is this good?" mel pulls away from your cunt for a breath, glasses fogged halfway up, and you're barely aware of the shine to her eyes, oh so excited. the vibrations of her murmured words make your clit quiver, a shiver running up along your spine until it reaches your skull, and you start nodding feverishly.
this was a on the whim kind of thing- mel was constantly groaning about how her sister was having sex, that she didn't, and how did that even make sense. when you lured her into the storage room, hands on her shoulders, saying that you don't mind, you need some help anyway.
fuck, why does she have to look like a pathetic, obedient little puppy with your juices coating her chin? if she had a tail, she'd sure be wagging it...
"yea-yeah, really good, doctor king..." you get out between two, shaky breaths as the back of your palm comes up to cover your mouth. teeth sink into your thin skin when mel's two fingers part your pussy lips, a dopey smile adorning her mouth with a rosy color riding along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
a hand runs over the stray strands sticking out from her neatly pulled hair into a ponytail, and she leans into your touch, cheek rubbing against your inner thigh before attaching her lips to the soft flesh. her ministrations of your skin continue as your fingerpads dig into her scalp, biting and scraping with her teeth, humming with her mouthful.
your glistening core waits for her tongue again- drenched but unsatisfied, the small bundle of nerves perking up as the cold air hits it. she says something about "how pretty" or "how tasty", but her words are lost in your heavy breaths as she finally leans in to taste you again.
and oh, how eager she is, hypnotized and drunk on your juices as her drowsy eyes peer ahead of her, lustfully following her tongue disappearing inside your wet cavern. your hips jerked against her mouth, moaning loudly as the sensation built slowly inside you. with each noise you make, each tremor shooting through your body, mel picks up her pace, and you can feel the grin on her face, for the split second before all you see is white flashes, so fucking proud of herself.
a/n: is this a bad time to mention that i do believe mel would have a texture thing about cum? like she gets pussy drunk and all, but texture thing..... correct me tho! hope you enjoyed <3
tags; fem!reader,soft!dom jack,drug use and being impaired while engaging in sexual activity, age gap, jack calls reader kid, big dick jack because mommy says so,reader calls him gramps
a/n: this was genuinely supposed to be a 100 word little blurb but brain went a bit crazy,also this is mostly foreplay focused so apologies!. likes,comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
It’s not something he does often,old college habits do die hard they say, but when you spam pictures of yourself holding a joint to your lips with your boobs practically spilling out of a flimsy little tank top and a plethora of accompanying texts begging and pleading for him to stop off at yours after his shift is over, well he just might have to indulge every now and then. He could make the 10 minute walk to your apartment complex with his eyes closed by now and he nearly does, lids heavy underneath black sunglasses as the morning sun hangs lazily in the sky. He can feel every muscle in his body crying out from exhaustion yet he carries himself like dead weight to your door,thumbing through your text feed,rereading your messages with your voice all husky and sexy the way it gets whenever you smoke in his head,adjusting himself in his cargos as he walks.
You get the good shit, he never asks where you get it from and you’ve never found a reason to tell him. You’re in the clouds already, he can tell the second he’s through the door and his bag is discarded in the corner of your tiny living room. Your eyes are glazed over when they meet his and for a second it’s like you can see right through him. “Stuff’s not good for you” he says closing the gap and taking the lit joint from your lips, head tilting back to take a good look at you before lifting it to his own. Something about the morning light streaming in from your cheap curtains and hitting your face suited you. “Arrest me” you tease as you throw yourself back onto the couch piled high with an array of mismatched pillows, wrists pressed together and a smile on your lips. That smile of yours. Feigned coyness, always tittering on the edge of danger. “You could get me in trouble, y’know that”
You’re always so keen to share with him, you’ve just got a “selfless heart” as you liked to remind him with a laugh as you pass the joint back and forth while spilling ashes down your top and across the coffee table, smoking down to the filter before crawling across him to pluck another pre roll from your hidden stash in the side table. You’ve got on those shorts, the little red yoga style ones he’s seen you in a dozen times, worn in and so flush to the curve of your ass. They drive him just as crazy as the first time he saw you wear them and all he wants to do is is reach out and knead the back of your soft squishy thighs, to stroke down the curve of your spine and have you purring like a kitten. You’ve been tempting him the second he walked in the door with those fucking shorts, no the second you sent him those texts, no fuck it who is he kidding,since the second he laid eyes on you for the first time.
He loves how weed makes you….so pliable. Yeah,it’s like you’re putty in his hands when you’re this high, so soft and mouldable. He can position you anyway he likes while you look at him with that dumb expression. God he’d never admit it out loud but he loves that look. Eyes unfocused, smoke curling around your features,pouty mouth in that little o shape that has his mind in the gutter. You let him fling your bare legs onto his lap, let him rub a calloused palm up and down your calf while he sinks back into your couch and takes pull after pull. He’d feel like some perverted old man if the situation was any different, feeling up on a girl half his age yet he knew that you were the one really calling the shots here, he was the one at your beck and call. He can feel the stress of the previous night melt away with each inhale of dense smoke and the not so subtle stir of his cock with each exhale. You know what you’re doing to him, you must, it’s obvious with the way you’re looking at him, eyes darting between his lips wrapped around the joint and back up to his eyes, fluttering those lashes acting so coy when you know exactly why you invited him over.
“Cmere” it’s barely a whisper but his voice cuts through the silence you’d fallen into, the only consistent sound being the burning of the paper as you take toke after toke and the shuffling of your legs in his lap. Your movements are slow, limbs heavy, mind floating somewhere above your body as you try to move closer towards the man staring at you like he might eat you alive. His eyes are all over you before his hands are, down the dip of your tank top, across the sliver of stomach showing, across the pretty way your shorts are riding up and cupping your pussy lips. “No underwear?” he asks as you swing your legs over him, a sticky wet patch starting to bloom through the material covering your mound. “You’re killing me here kid”
You straddle him, giving a playful grind of your hips across his obvious bulge, the thick material of his cargo pants giving some much needed friction to your throbbing clit. You can’t help but to giggle as his hands automatically dip past the waistband of your shorts to squeeze handfuls of your bare ass. “Didn’t think I’d need them” you admit with a kiss to his neck. His touch is surprisingly soft as he takes his time to feel you up, only peeling off your top when you start to whine and beg for more. His fingers are on your nipples the second your tits spring free, pinching and pulling them till they’re as hard and sensitive as his cock straining in his underwear. Soft lips are all over your chest,kissing as he holds the weight of your breasts in his hands,squeezing and fondling as his tongue comes out to flick one of your nipples. Everything feels heightened, almost ten fold, the stubble on his cheeks scratching your skin has you soaking through your shorts. Your skin is covered in goosebumps and your brain feels foggy and slow as you tangle your fingers in his grey curls trying to ground yourself.
“I know baby, I know” he moans into your mouth, hands rubbing soothing circles up and down your back “just gotta give it a sec”. You wanna move, wanna rock your hips and feel him pressing into that sweet spot deep inside of you, but you listen. You pout and pant against his lips, paw at his broad shoulders in protest but you listen because when a man like Jack tells you to do something,you do what you’re told. The stretch of him is enough to have your body tensed up, from the second you slid down onto his cock the thickness was enough to have your eyes brimming with tears. He was only looking out for you, you knew that as strong arms held your body steady against his. He coos at you, strokes down your hair, letting you get used to the intrusion that was sending your body into overdrive. And it took such a level of restraint from him, your walls were practically strangling his cock, clenching and unclenching while all he wanted to do was fuck up into your heat till the whole apartment building knew his name. You can feel blunt fingernails dig into your shoulder blades as your pussy twitches and your arousal leaks down to his balls and that’s enough for him to start bouncing you on his length.
He tries to be gentle as he cups your ass and slides you up his cock till only his head is prodding at your entrance,he tries to take it slow,he tries to be tender with you but you make it so difficult. You’re moaning,you’re whining,you’re fucking mewling for him to fuck you harder,so he does. He’s slamming you down onto his dick so hard that he’s sure the whole of Pittsburgh can hear the sound of your skin slapping together,it’s a carnal sound,the sound of your slick covered skin against his. He knows he won’t last with the way your hands are pulling at his hair and you’re panting in his ear,tits smushed into his face as you ride him into oblivion but he tries for you. He doesn’t know where you get this energy from,puts it down to youthful vigorour as you grind your hips into him,his cock nestled deep inside you. “Can’t keep up with you sweetheart” he chuckles into the kiss you pulled him into. You bat your lashes at him as you take his bottom lip between your teeth,sucking it into your mouth. He tastes like your favourite strain of weed and sweat. “Ah don’t give up on me now gramps”
