Niall does mental gymnastics (actually HE was the one wronged in that last drabble) and tries to get revenge. Richard has a little fun with it then has serious regrets, he's this spongebob meme, just call him Richard "fuck my stupid baka life" Gadd. Also realized I changed the name of the random nepo baby actor who plays Billy, so I have to go back and make those edits uhhhgggg
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I'm really enjoy playing around with the POV changes between drabbles! There's a few more of Richard's POV coming but Niall has to cause problems first. That being said, the summary of this chapter could be: "Niall has the time of his life then ruins it shortly thereafter because he's a fucking idiot and has zero concept of self-preservation (worse than my puppy)".
jaafar jackson x reader blurb (18+ mdni: sub!jaafar, oral w/f!receiving)
the concept of jaafar wanting you to use him after a night out. god bless your boy—his shy demeanor leaves as soon as you start sliding shots toward him on a night out. and then after the fact… he’d you’d have him on his back, thighs smothering his ears, with his tongue lapping at your cunt. every time you’d drag yourself over his nose, he’d let out the loudest sound you've ever heard from him. and when he's actively moaning into you, you could only ask him, “how is it?”
even more groans, like he’s drowning in it. “fuckin—just fuckin’ ride it, please.”
and you wouldn’t hide your smirk as you continued to drag your hips over him. your hand traveling down to play with his curls, pulling at the back of his head so you can push even further down on his nose: “you're so generous, baby.”
“want you happy,” he’d mumble against you. between harsh kisses to your clit, and sneaking a glance at you, “are you happy?”
you know better than to make him beg when he's glassy-eyed and sensitive.
“so happy with you,” you’d muse, grinding your hips harshly. he’d relax even more under you, letting out another series of sounds that border on whiney. it just makes you want to squeeze your thighs even tighter around him. your eyes would flutter close, riding the tip of his prodding tongue. reaching behind, you’d stroke his neglected cock (he's deserved it after all). “keep going—let me have it.”
