𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ a basketball blog in theory (18+)
𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐌 — twenty, she / her. dallas resident. fic writer with no self control. yearns loudly, goons quietly (sometimes).
MAVERICKS & WINGS. slut for PAIGE BUECKERS & LUKA DONCIC (obviously). occasionally dabbles in FOOTBALL , deep attraction to JOE BURROW & COLSTON LOVELAND
do you have a preference for any mavs players you would do currently?
(It would be soo nice if you did cooper flagg tho 🥹🫰)
also, luv ur fics♥︎
hiii!!! thanks for sending this ask in<3) i don’t think i’d write for cooper just bc in my head he’s a little baby😭 but any current mavs players i’d write for klay (obviously that man is DELICIOUS!) and max christie 🎀
𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 i feel like this is super self indulgent but... i still hope you guys enjoy<3. requests are open!!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
colston loves aftercare, he takes it very seriously (no matter if you’re in a relationship or not — if you’re hooking up with him, aftercare is a part of the process). he’s super soft, he’s big on cuddling, likes holding you close to chest.
if you’re in a relationship, definitely expect some kisses. i imagine colston opens up super quickly after sex — he’s big on pillow talk. just imagine him laying his head on the soft pillow all sweaty, facing you, just talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
i know we’ve discussed this already but colston is an ass guy for sure. he loves grabbing it, slapping it, groping it — this, that, and the third. he’s obsessed. other than that though, he loves your eyes because they make everything more intimate. he demands eye contact during whatever you’re doing — especially when you’re going down on him. he wants your eyes ON HIM.
colston doesn’t have a favorite body part — he just likes his whole body, if we’re being honest. he likes how much stronger he is than you, likes how easily he can move you to how he likes. if he’d have to choose, it’d be his arms though — he likes the tattoos.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
if you’re not in a relationship with him, he’s a pull out type of guy. he’s either cumming on your stomach or tits, someplace he can see it because it kind of hits the man-ego part of him, he’s very territorial even when you’re not with him.
if you’re in a serious relationship, i can’t imagine him wanting to cum anywhere besides inside of you — because what’s the point of cumming anywhere else? he loves the feel of cumming inside of you, it’s different than if he just came on your body. it feels more personal, more intimate. after he cums inside of you, he pushes his cum back inside with his fingers when it starts dripping it — he doesn’t want any of it to “go to waste.”
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he has a serious daddy kink. doesn’t where it started or came from, all he knows is as soon as he hears you specifically utter the word, he’s immediately hard. not even in a weird ddlg way (ew), more like… he’s very dominant leaning and it makes him feel more in charge. and maybe feeds into his ego a little bit.
if you want to get him rock hard instantly, all you have to is whisper it in his ear. he’s a little embarrassed by it cause it feels gross saying it out loud after the fact, but he’s learned to let that go.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
oh this man has experience. he went through his lil hoe phase in college, he was definitely young and turnt. he knows his way around a woman’s body without QUESTION but once he gets into a serious relationship, he commits cause he knows every body is different. he really takes the time to learn what makes you feel good, not just generally what makes women feel good.
from all his experience he’s taken away one thing — every body is different and he wants to learn all your little tells, what makes you cry out, what makes you feel the best.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
any position that helps him hit the deepest he could possibly go. it’s different for if you’re actually in a relationship with him or you’re just hooking up, though.
in you’re just hooking up, i imagine he likes anything where he can see your back/ass. yes, obviously INSANE backshot game but also reverse cowgirl — he loves watching you take control, loves watching you fuck on him. he’ll have his hands on your hips to control the momentum, but his eyes are fixated on your ass and movements. he could literally cum in seconds if you’re fucking him reverse cowgirl.
if you’re in a relationship, expect a LOT of eye contact like i’ve previously stated. missionary is a GIVEN — i feel like sex would always begin with a little missionary action but it’s never boring. he always hits super deep, is always super intentional. any variant of missionary always gets him going, like he loves just pinning you down completely — your legs folded up into your body, your arms pinned, and he’s still like looking deeply into your eyes.
a few honorable mentions are: cowgirl and prone bone, especially with his arm around your neck (omg this thought is making me go insane).
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
it depends on the mood — if he’s just had a terrible game/practice, you know not to crack any jokes. to just let him take control and relax.
if it’s like spontaneous sex, he’s definitely making jokes. it can be super laid back, you guys are both giggling, legs intertwined.
he’s good at doing both — sometimes he’s very intimate, he’s not super into it. other times he just wants to have fun, he’ll crack a few jokes here and there.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
i don’t think he’d be into a complete, clean shave just because it’s too much work. but definitely not a forest just because he doesn’t want to give off caveman vibes — he wants to feel clean and comfortable, and he can’t if he’s fully grown out.
he doesn’t care with you. some guys just say that but he means it, it doesn’t affect his mood or his performance. it’s whatever you’re comfortable with.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
again, it goes back to mood. sometimes when he just wants to blow off steam, you’re getting bent over the edge of whatever’s closest and fucked until your legs are shaking, your back is aching. he’s whispering the dirtiest shit in your ear, pulling on your hair, fucking you so hard the whole desk is moving.
if he’s been gone for a couple days on a roadie, he’d definitely want something more intimate — fucking you slow and deep, eye contact, hand holding. telling you how beautiful you are, how much he missed you, how good you feel, etc. just overall a lot of praise.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
i can imagine he’s not totally anti-masturbation bc when you’re in the mood, you’re in the mood. if you’re in a relationship with him, expect a LOT of videos ;) he does this only because he wants you to feel included.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
he gravitates more toward praise but he gets down with a little degradation as well. i can even seeing him doing both (which turns you both on SO much). again, mostly depends on mood
because he travels a lot, phone sex becomes a regular thing for serious relationships. you’ll be getting a facetime call at like 11pm and you already know what’s about to happen.
if he’s hitting it from the back, you already know he’s pulling your hair. sometimes it’s light, sometimes it’s hard, all you know is he has a tight grip. if you’re going down on him, he’s already putting your hair in a ponytail. he just loves having that control.
not full on choking (that would make him a little uncomfortable), but definitely dabbles in light pressure. nothing to make you gasp for air, just again back to having that dominance.
overstimulation is a huge one — for him and for his girl. he likes to just lay between your legs and eat you out until you’re shaking, crying out in pleasure, pushing his head away. he won’t stop until you’re completely fucked out. even when he’s fucking you — you could definitely have two insane orgasms before he’s even touched his, and you’ll be so overwhelmed but he keeps going. he just thinks it’s so hot.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
never anywhere that’s too public — he’s a public figure and he’d hate for anyone to record/see it, for it to become some kind of spectacle BUT! i can see him loving car sex. just something about you riding him in the front seat, or him bending you over in the backseat and fucking you roughly, turns him on a little bit.
honorable mentions are: shower sex (just something about the intimacy of it makes him dizzy), nearly anywhere in your house is somewhere he’d want to fuck you in. kitchen — definitely on the rotation. living room — practically a daily occurrence.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
he’s not very hard to turn on — if you look at him a certain way, bat your eyes, maybe a small pout and there’s already a boner forming. anything that has intent.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
i feel like he wouldn’t be that into restraints cause it makes him uncomfortable. he’d rather just use his hands/weight to have that kind of control, anything that seems too bdsm, instant turn-off.
also anything that could possibly hurt you. other than that, he’s pretty open minded to trying almost anything.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he’s a munch, we already know this. he starts off by eating you out almost every time you guys have sex, it’s foreplay at this point. he gets really good at it the more time you’re with him because again, he learns your tells and what makes you squirm and cry out.
however… there’s something about you sucking him off that makes him go insane. the way you kneel down, look up at him with those eyes, and he’s immediately gone. you don’t even have to be that good at it — honestly he doesn’t even expect a whole thing (like deepthroating, etc) — just like a little hand action, eye contact with some spit and he’s cumming in seconds.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
again, it mostly just comes back to mood. he can absolutely do both and do them well. i feel his default though is rough and deep, his thrusts are super hard and they hit deep, angling them to hit your g-spot every time. and then it slowly gets faster and faster until he’s fucking you through the mattress.
if he’s in an intimate mood, again, expect a lot of eye contact. legs on his shoulders, deep thrusts, soft groans.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
honestly, colston is not a fan of them. he likes to take his time, hates being rushed. however, his schedule is pretty intense so you guys tend to have quickies quite a lot despite his opinion of them.
in his car in parking lots after media days, on your couch before he leaves for practice, in the morning before 6am lifts. they’re quick, fast, rough and they always get the job done for you — but you bet as soon as he clears his schedule, he’s taking his sweet time.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
like i said, colston is very open minded. there’s a few general things he wouldn’t try (very restrictive bdsm being one of them) but other than that, he likes taking “risks” that don’t have any effect on his image like trying new, weird positions or something (he ends up loving them and then they become part of the rotation ALWAYS, no matter how much he clowns on them before).
he’s not gonna fuck you somewhere public, or maybe even semi-public — it’s too much anxiety for him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
oh baby, he can go round for round for round, and he does. he’s an athlete — he has very good stamina and quick recovery just by being in the bed next to you.
the first round is always the fastest and the roughest, you’re getting put through the mattress and both of you guys are cumming quick. the rounds after that are usually slower and deeper, and he can hold himself back from cumming so quick. usually multiple different positions and different paces through one round.
usually, i think colston can absolutely go 2-4 rounds in one night with the right motivation.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he’s not the biggest fan, why would you have toys when you have him? if you own them, he’s definitely the type of guy to think he’s in competition with them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
colston would like to think he’s a tease but he’s really not — the man has zero patience. as soon as he feels his boner press against his pants, he wants to fuck now. he likes to tease you like right before — a little foreplay, sometimes a little edging but he doesn’t like drawing it out too long.
he also can’t handle teasing from you. like as soon as you bat your eyelashes, look at him a certain way — no matter where you are, you’re getting dragged out and getting fucked in the car as “punishment.”
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
i think we’ve talked about this before in my blog but — i think he’s a groaner type. not so loud (usually) but expect a lot of breathy groans in your ear while he fucks you. however i imagine when he’s close to cumming, he can be very loud — just like letting go completely.
when you’re sucking his dick though, he can be super vocal. like little sounds here and there, loud groans. he likes dirty talking when you’re doing that, because he’s not in like complete control like if he were to be fucking you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
couch sex is his favorite thing in the world. he loves like bending you over and fucking you, likes how echo-y the sounds are compared to the bedroom. just anything in the living room for some reason gets him going cause it’s so mundane, so domestic almost, he’s immediately hard.
like if he’s watching film on the tv or something, he wants you in between his legs, slowly sucking him off. even the thought of that makes him twitch.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
i know people say height doesn’t correlate with dick size — it definitely does for colston. i feel like it’s proportional as well, like he has a nice length with a good girth, but if anything he’s a little thicker than most. definitely longer than average, he can hit deeeeeeep with that thang, and you’ll feel super stretched out and full.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
again, with the whole round for round thing — it’s high. man is always horny, like if he’s not actively talking to you about how much he wants you, he’s texting you — and if he’s not doing that, he’s facetiming you to “show you what you’re missing.”
it’s so high, he can go for hours and still not be completely fucked out. he’s so deeply attracted to you, he just can’t not be horny.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
it depends on the day he has honestly because i like i said, he’s big on pillow talk. so i’d say probably after he’s showered and eaten, and talked to you for a little before he’s out like a light. hand over your waist, face in your neck, leg over yours.
but if he’s had a super exhausting day, i feel like aftercare is over he’s OUT immediately. like snoring and all and you’re sitting there like …okay but you can’t complain cause you just got the best dick of your life.
idk where frat president colston came from but imma need a piece of that if you’re so graciously willing
I’d like to give ALL the credit to my lovely baby angel Tatum @mildfandom bc her original idea was something with Jaxson Dart and I just switched it to Colston <3 if you’re interested in frat!boy Jax go follow her 🫣
And!!! I’ve decided to make Frat President!Colston into a little AU so send in some thoughts if you have any🙆🏻♀️ but a fic will be coming some time this week bc I can’t stop writing hehe
i love the jaxson dart idea but i just keep thinking about that exact AU but with colston… siiiiiigh 😌
in this universe it’d be allowed to be in a frat and a sport 😂 butttttt colston would be like second in command, but he’s always picking football over the frat and reader thinks it’s super annoying cause she takes Greek life very seriously
omg wait i’m hearing you out 🫣
OC is super high strung, she takes her job super seriously because… it is super serious. colston meets her for the first time freshman and thinks whew… this girl is gonna be a train wreck because she’s too invested in greek life. when she eventually becomes president he’s not surprised, but now he keeps calling her madam president in that very condensing tone and she just glares at him
she does a good job at being president but at the cost of her well being😭 it’s very much like… enemies to friends with benefits dynamic to lovers … veryyyyy slow burn
i love the jaxson dart idea but i just keep thinking about that exact AU but with colston… siiiiiigh 😌
in this universe it’d be allowed to be in a frat and a sport 😂 butttttt colston would be like second in command, but he’s always picking football over the frat and reader thinks it’s super annoying cause she takes Greek life very seriously
omg wait i’m hearing you out 🫣
OC is super high strung, she takes her job super seriously because… it is super serious. colston meets her for the first time freshman and thinks whew… this girl is gonna be a train wreck because she’s too invested in greek life. when she eventually becomes president he’s not surprised, but now he keeps calling her madam president in that very condensing tone and she just glares at him
she does a good job at being president but at the cost of her well being😭 it’s very much like… enemies to friends with benefits dynamic to lovers … veryyyyy slow burn
Colston getting turned on reader riding a bull out with his teammates and their wives 👀
save a bull, ride a cowboy (blurb)
background: anon ask above
(all pics from pinterest, all rights reserved)
word count: 1.9k
notes: first blurb of the day! arch one soon!
warning: this is a alternative universe, keep this in mind! p in v unprotected
The bar was loud in a completely different way than a club had been.
This place had a live band in the corner, neon beer signs glowing against dark wood walls, boots stomping against the floor, and the unmistakable whirring sound of a mechanical bull somewhere near the center of the room. It was the kind of spot players loved after a big win, half country, half chaos, all celebration.
Y/N stood with the group near a long high-top table, laughing as one of the WAGs nearly fell off the bull within three seconds.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, grabbing onto the arm of the woman next to her. “She didn’t even try.”
“Yes I did!” the girl yelled back, already doubled over laughing as her boyfriend helped her up.
Around them were Colston’s teammates, actual teammates, guys she’d gotten comfortable with over the season. Caleb was arguing with Rome about who could last longer on the bull, DJ had a drink in hand watching like it was the best entertainment of his life, and Cole was shaking his head like he already knew how this would end.
Colston stood slightly behind Y/N, one arm draped over her shoulders, fingers absentmindedly tracing along her upper arm while he talked with Caleb. He was relaxed, smiling, still riding the high from the playoff win earlier that day.
Then someone shouted, “All the girls gotta do it!”
A chorus of agreement followed immediately.
“Yes!”
“Come on!”
“WAGs only round!”
Y/N’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not.”
Colston leaned down toward her ear. “You should.”
She turned her head. “You’re setting me up.”
He smirked. “I just want to see.”
“See what?”
“How long you last.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re evil.”
But when the group started chanting her name, she laughed and gave in.
“Fine. Fine!”
She handed her drink to Colston, pointing at him. “If I die, it’s your fault.”
“I’ll catch you,” he said easily.
She rolled her eyes and headed toward the bull.
At first, it was playful.
She climbed on, adjusted her grip, tossed her hair back dramatically for the laughs. The operator started slow, the bull rocking gently side to side.
The crowd cheered.
Colston leaned against the railing, arms crossed loosely, grin easy as he watched her.
Then the speed picked up.
And instead of panicking like most people...
She adjusted.
Her balance locked in, hips moving naturally with the rhythm, one hand gripping the strap while the other lifted in the air like she’d done this a hundred times. She leaned forward, then back, laughing, completely in control.
The crowd got louder.
“Ohhhhh!”
“Okay!”
“Y/N!”
Colston’s grin faded.
Not because he wasn’t impressed.
Because he was.
Very impressed.
His eyes dropped to the way her body moved with the motion, the confidence, the way she bit her lip when the bull jerked harder and she still stayed on.
His jaw tightened.
Caleb noticed immediately. “Oh, he’s sick,” he laughed.
Rome leaned over. “He’s jealous of a machine.”
Colston didn’t answer.
He was too busy staring.
When she finally slid off, on purpose, laughing as the operator stopped the bull, the group erupted into cheers. Someone handed her a drink, someone else grabbed her hand, and she looked over toward Colston with a proud smile like, Did you see that?
Oh, he saw.
He walked over immediately.
No hesitation.
His hand closed around her wrist, not rough, but firm, and he leaned down close to her ear.
“Can we go home?”
Her smile faltered slightly in surprise. “What? Already?”
“Yeah.”
She searched his face.
His eyes were dark.
Not angry.
Not exactly.
But something very close to it.
“Okay,” she said slowly.
He grabbed their things, said quick goodbyes to the guys, who were absolutely smirking, and guided her out the door.
The cold air hit them the second they stepped outside.
The drive was quiet at first.
Y/N buckled her seatbelt, glancing over at him as he started the car. His hands were tight on the steering wheel, jaw set again.
Finally she said, “You’re not actually mad, are you?”
He didn’t look at her. “You thought that was funny?”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Colston. Were you jealous over a bull?”
He scoffed softly. “It wasn’t the bull.”
“Then what?”
“You.”
She blinked. “Me?”
“You knew what you were doing.”
“I was staying on?” she said incredulously. “That’s the goal.”
He finally glanced at her, eyes sharp but not mean. “You were showing off.”
She stared at him for two seconds.
Then she started laughing.
Full, uncontrollable laughter.
“Oh my god,” she gasped. “You’re unbelievable.”
His mouth twitched despite himself. “I’m serious.”
“I know you are,” she said, still laughing. “That’s the problem.”
They pulled into the garage then, the car rumbling to a stop. The engine clicked softly as he turned it off, the quiet settling around them.
For a second neither moved.
Then Colston reached over, grabbed her waist, and pulled her across the center console onto his lap in one smooth motion.
“Colston” she started, laughing in surprise.
He kissed her.
It wasn’t rushed.
It was warm, claiming, a little bit desperate in a way that made her melt instantly. His hands settled at her hips, holding her steady as she leaned into him, fingers sliding into his hair.
“You drive me insane,” he murmured against her lips.
“You love me,” she whispered back.
He smiled slightly. “Unfortunately.”
She kissed him again, softer this time, lingering as the garage lights hummed overhead and the world outside didn’t exist.
He looked at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. His hand, which had been cupping her jaw, slid down to the nape of her neck, his thumb stroking the frantic pulse there.
“Damn, mamas,” he rasped, his voice scraped raw from shouting over the bar noise and now from want. “So fuckin’ needy.”
She didn’t deny it. She shifted in the passenger seat, turning her body towards him, one leg curling up underneath her. The truck felt suddenly huge and tiny all at once, a private spot with leather seats and a dashboard glow.
His gaze dropped to where her skirt had ridden up high on her thighs. The memory of her on that mechanical bull, hips rolling, back arched with concentration on her face, flashed between them like a live wire.
“Ride me,” he said, the command a low, hungry growl. “Ride me like you rode that bull.”
The image was instant. Her core clenched, empty and aching. She moved without thought, she was already straddling his lap in the driver’s seat, her hands braced on his broad shoulders, her skirt a puddle of fabric around them. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection straining against his jeans, a tantalizing promise.
She ground down against him, a frantic, desperate motion. “Colston…”
He let out a sharp, pained laugh, his hands coming up to still her hips. “Whoa, whoa, easy, baby. Let me get my fuckin’ pants unbuckled first. Shit.”
He fumbled between them, the click of his belt buckle releasing was the loudest sound in the garage. He shoved the waistband of his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself. He was thick and heavy in his own hand, the tip already slick.
He didn’t guide her onto him yet. Instead, he reached to the side of the driver’s seat, fingers searching for the lever. With a grunt, he shoved the seat back until it hit the limit, creating more space. “Don’t need you honkin’ the horn for the whole neighborhood,” he muttered, a flash of practicality in the midst of the frenzy.
Then his hands were back on her, gripping the bare skin of her thighs. “Okay,” he breathed, his eyes locked on hers. “Now. Show me.”
She didn’t need telling twice. She reached between them, guiding him to her entrance, and sank down in one smooth, breathtaking plunge. A shared, guttural groan filled the cab. The fit was perfection, a tight, hot sheath welcoming him home.
For a second, she just sat there, impaled, letting the feeling of him wash over her. Then she remembered his command. Like the bull.
She started to move. Not the gentle, rocking rhythm of their bed. This was something else. This was the same ride from the bar. She planted her feet behind his hips for leverage and began to buck.
Her hips rolled in wide, demanding circles, then snapped forward and back, driving him deep with each stroke. The leather seat squeaked in protest beneath them. Her head fell back, a curtain of hair brushing his dashboard.
“Fuck yeah,” he choked out, his hands flying to her hips, feeling the muscles work. “Just like that. Goddamn, just like that.”
She rode him with a wild, abandoned energy, the same fierce determination she’d had clinging to that fake bull. This was better. This was real. This was him, solid and warm and groaning beneath her. The truck cab filled with the sounds of their bodies: the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, her sharp pants, his low curses.
He couldn’t stay passive for long. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He started to meet her, thrusting up from below, turning her ride into a collaborative, brutal pounding. He lifted her, slamming her back down onto him with a force that shook the entire seat.
“You feel that?” he grunted, his voice ragged. “You feel how deep I got you? Ridin’ my dick like a champion… fuck…”
She was babbling, nonsense and his name, the pleasure coiling impossibly tight. The angle was different, the confinement making every sensation more intense. She could feel the edge approaching, a precipice made of pure friction.
He sensed it. One of his hands left her hip, sliding around to palm the curve of her ass, squeezing roughly. The other hand snaked up her back, fisting in her hair to pull her head down to his shoulder. His mouth was at her ear, his breath scalding.
“That’s it, baby, come on.. Squeeze me. Make that pretty pussy squeeze me. Gonna make you squirt all over my dick, watch you ruin my seats… do it. Come for me. Soak me.”
Him speaking was the final trigger for her. The coil snapped. Her orgasm sparked, a shockwave of pleasure so intense it blurred her vision. A sharp, broken cry tore from her throat as she buried her face in his neck. And just as he’d demanded, her body clenched and released in a way it never had before, a hot, gushing rush of release that landed on them both.
Feeling her convulse around him, soaking him, was his end. With a raw, shouted curse that echoed in the metal and glass box of the truck, he thrust up one final, punishing time and held her down, his own release pumping into her in deep. His hips jerked uncontrollably against hers, his fingers squeezing her thigh.
They collapsed together, a tangled, sweating, breathing mess in the shadowed driver’s seat. The air was thick with the scent of sex and leather. His arms loosened, holding her close as they both shuddered through the aftershocks.
He nuzzled her hair, his lips brushing her temple. His voice, when it came, was a wrecked, satisfied rasp against her skin. "My girl, all mine."
okay so i have a fic/AU idea for like frat president!jaxson dart x sorority president!reader where they HATE each other but the admin is trying to create something like brother/sister greek life so they have to work together 🫠😵💫