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↳ tate langdon ; phantom gunmetal ⸝⸝ constellate ⸝⸝ leavings ⸝⸝ bitten ⸝⸝ praise ⸝⸝ use once and destroy ⸝⸝ overstimulation ⸝⸝ near shore
↳ kit walker ; holy rider ⸝⸝ virgin white ⸝⸝ daybreak ⸝⸝ atonement ⸝⸝ spring to come ⸝⸝ blessings (i just wanna love you) ⸝⸝ cloudburst ⸝⸝ doves ⸝⸝ morning after/night before ⸝⸝ baby, baby ⸝⸝ a purifying love ⸝⸝ lay all your love on me ⸝⸝ lunchbreak ⸝⸝ car sex
↳ kyle spencer ; similarities ⸝⸝ myths ⸝⸝ hold me without hurting me ⸝⸝ calculations ⸝⸝ show me love ⸝⸝ ragdolls
↳ jimmy darling ; caretaking
↳ james p. march ; centennial ⸝⸝ halo full of fire (i'm rising up)
↳ kai anderson ; martyr me pt. 1 ⸝⸝ pt. 2 ⸝⸝ lead me to war / false prophet
↳ colin zabel ; swing ⸝⸝ nights / mornings ⸝⸝ period hcs ⸝⸝ nightmare ⸝⸝ mistletoe ⸝⸝ baby ⸝⸝ better with you ⸝⸝ say it like this ⸝⸝ by firelight ⸝⸝ honey ⸝⸝ what i want ⸝⸝ close to me ⸝⸝ hand me downs ⸝⸝ just a little while, babe ⸝⸝ blue seasons ⸝⸝ playground talk ⸝⸝ flutter ⸝⸝ after hours ⸝⸝ incandescent ⸝⸝ miles away ⸝⸝ sunrise ⸝⸝ anamnesis ⸝⸝ [ event - cosmo's 15 ways ]
↳ julian dillinger ; sextape ⸝⸝ necklace ⸝⸝ scold ⸝⸝ ecstasy ⸝⸝ montblanc ⸝⸝ executive ⸝⸝ dynastic ⸝⸝ guests ⸝⸝ floors ⸝⸝ heir ⸝⸝ convergence ⸝⸝ paramount ⸝⸝ you get me so high [+ warren]
↳ warren lipka ; flamingo ⸝⸝ you get me so high [+ julian] ⸝⸝ prince
↳ peter maximoff ; mr. & mrs. ⸝⸝ reflexes ⸝⸝ ready, set, go! ⸝⸝ restless ⸝⸝ condom ⸝⸝ pocketed ⸝⸝ climb in bed with heaven ⸝⸝ game on! ⸝⸝ kitchen cunnilingus
↳ cooper madsen ; casual ⸝⸝ oral sex ⸝⸝ up & down ⸝⸝ get even
Bestie hehe whose pullout game is worst and whose is best out of the characters Evan plays???
the evans + their pullout game !
ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march ‧ kai anderson ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel — nsfw ; MDNI 18+
a/n: hey bestie i love your mind
TATE LANGDON . (3/10)
his intentions are good. his execution? terrible. pull-out game is WEAK purely due to incompetence.
“fuck—wait, wait.. shit, i was supposed to-”
feels guilty as hell afterward. “you don’t think i did it on purpose, right? you believe me, don’t you?”
KIT WALKER . (2/10)
kit TRIES to be responsible. really, he does. but he’s also a man who fucks deep and loves even deeper.
a very passionate lover and in the heat of the moment, he forgets everything else.
honestly, he doesn’t even try that hard.
if you reminded him, he’d listen. but if you didn’t? yeah, he’s finishing inside.
if you got pregnant, he’d step up immediately. pullout game is terrible but he’s a great dad.
pre death .ᐟ KYLE SPENCER . (10/10)
doesn’t take risks; he’s got a good head on his shoulders.
his timing and self control are actually great. the pull-out game is strong with this one.
even before he met you, kyle doesn’t sleep around like most of his frat brothers, even though he totally could.
JIMMY DARLING . (6/10)
jimmy knows he can’t afford to be reckless. he’s working in a freak show—not exactly the best place to raise a kid.
he also worries about passing on his ectrodactyly. even though you tell him constantly that it doesn’t matter.
most of the time, he cums on your tits or ass.
but when he’s drunk, he’s super impulsive, emotional. all self control flies out the window.
if you got knocked up, he’d have a mini breakdown and go on a two day bender but would also step up.
he will also propose immediately (after he gets his shit together)
JAMES PATRICK MARCH . (10/10)
he is nothing if not disciplined.
if james ever decided to give you an heir, that decision was made long before the act.
lowkey has reservations because of bartholomew.
⟢ cult leader .ᐟ KAI ANDERSON . (0/10)
kai never pulls out. he never intended to in the first place.
at first, he’ll act like it was an accident—for the purpose of plausible deniability. he’ll moan about how tight you are, how good you feel, and then when it happens:
“fuck—couldn’t help it. you feel too good, baby.” he’s fake guilty, kissing your shoulder, murmuring “next time i’ll pull out, promise.”
next time never came. (but he did. inside you) at some point, he just stopped pretending.
“this is how it’s supposed to be. why would i waste it anywhere but inside you?”
if you tell him you’re not ready for kids, he’ll say “women are biologically wired to want children. you’re just brainwashed by feminism.” (i hate this guy)
0/10 cos he’s actively TRYING to fail.
if you got pregnant? he’d be ecstatic.
PETER MAXIMOFF . (5/10)
thinks he has great control, but he really, really doesn’t.
he’ll pull out last second. but he cuts it close EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
sometimes he miscalculates timing.
“uh. okay, okay—don’t freak out, but I MAY have just—wait, are you on the pill?”
COLIN ZABEL . (9/10)
very responsible. colin respects boundaries and never pressures you into risky sex. always wears condoms unless you explicitly ask not to.
“you sure? ‘cause, uh, i got condoms—like, a lot. not a weird amount, just… y’know, normal.”
lowkey wants to have kids with you… but suppresses the “selfish” fantasy.
his one weakness? when he’s tipsy.
the one time you were both drunk, making out on the couch, which led to hot and sloppy sex. you felt so good and he was so lost in it, and then—
“oh, shit.”
immediate panic. full-body guilt. buys you plan b, also flowers and coffee because he feels guilty.
overall he’s very reliable, just that one slip-up.
Jimmy darling x f!reader • MDNI • smut, rough/possessive sex, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, fluff, praise • drabble • 1.2k word count • a/n: I don’t write Jimmy much but he is so underrated so I had fun writing this lil piece for him. hopefully more to come for this cutie! inspired by this prompt 🧡
The sun crawls in through the holes in the top of Jimmy’s tent, waking you with a gentle yellow ray of light as you groan and roll over to shield your eyes. Jimmy snorts in his sleep as you lay your hand on the back of his neck and thread your fingers through his sweaty red hair, smiling in adoration at this beautiful man you managed to find and keep all to yourself.
He sighs quietly as he realizes the touch is kind, twisting his head to try and get closer to it before his perfect dark eyes flicker open and come to land idly on you.
“Hey you,” he says, voice husky with sleep as he reaches out and immediately cups your hip with his hand and tugs you toward him.
You smile and lean in to kiss his forehead, and the mild sunburn there, hot to the touch and a gentle pink beneath your lips. He rumbles happily at that, gripping your waist tighter, his fingers, though oddly formed, still deft and unbelievably strong.
“Good morning,” you giggle gently into his scalp as you let him bury his face in your chest, breathing you in through your cotton nightgown.
“Mm… great mornin’,” he corrects, his words muffled as his face lands flat between your breasts. He sighs against your skin. “Mmph— love you s’much, baby…” He kisses you through your clothes before traveling up to your neck. “How’d I get so lucky, huh?”
“I’m the lucky one,” you correct, laying so your neck is even further exposed for him.
Jimmy grunts, shifting until you feel his bulge beneath his holey boxers, hot and needy. “You won’t leave me, right?” he mutters against your skin. “Promise?”
“Jimmy.” Your gut twists at the thought, your hand tightening in his thin, stained, wifebeater tank top. “Don’t even talk like that.”
“Then promise me,” he growls softly.
“I promise,” you exhale, breath hitching as his teeth graze your throat.
He hisses, “Mm, you won’t leave if we have a baby… It’ll need a daddy… you’ll need someone to keep you safe and fed. And fucked.” Your whole face flushes hot at his words, his voice gravely and desperate as he starts grinding absently on your thigh. You press your legs together as heat starts to gather at your cunt.
“Yeah,” you agree breathlessly, obediently parting your legs as Jimmy reaches down and roughly shoves your nightgown up over your thighs and yanks you even closer. You let him swing your leg over his hip as he fishes himself from his boxers and you gasp as he springs up and immediately meets your parted folds with his leaking tip.
“Mm, need you, baby,” he groans, still talking in low tones against your throat, his hands on your waist as he starts moving his hips, trying to get inside you, thrusting like a dog on someone’s leg; desperate and clumsy.
You shift your hips to try and give him better access, your body still heavy with sleep, and so is Jimmy’s, by the way it takes him a few good thrusts before his cock head finds the space between your folds and notches against the tight entrance.
Jimmy lets out a low sound as he holds you in place and slowly sheaths himself inside, ripping a ragged moan from your chest as he fills you up. It’s a shock, every time, how much there is to take of him. It feels like forever of Jimmy just working every inch of his shaft up and into your cunt, his breathing uneven and sweat already beading on his sleepy face as he stretches you.
Your walls flutter around his throbbing cock as he bottoms out with a snarl, hauling you into his arms so he can fuck you on your side, your leg still thrown over his hip, face tucked into his sweat-slick, musky shoulder. You love the smell of him; of old popcorn, burnt cotton candy sugar and the faint smell of hay. It’s just another thing on the never ending list of things you’re obsessed with about him.
Your head bobs forward as Jimmy’s thrusts grow rough after a few seconds of gentle breathing as you adjust to his size. Jimmy is a selfless lover — but once in a blue moon he gets like this; so feral to fuck you full of his spend that he’ll drag you behind the big top during a show, or bend you over the stage once the rest of the troupe has gone to bed. Now is no different, and he won’t slow down until you’re swollen with his cum and cock drunk.
“Mmph— Jimmy,” you moan softly into his ear, spurring him on.
He growls again, fucking you harder, your cunt already spasming around his fat cock, wetting him with your slick down to his balls.
“Shh,” he shushes you, his teeth sinking slightly into the soft flesh of your neck just below your ear, pulse hammering against his tongue as he moves his hands so one is cradling your head and the other is at the small of your back, steadying you. “Let me fill you up, baby,” he cooes.
You let out a quiet cry as he rolls so you’re straddling him on top, still flat against his chest in his half-bear hug, lifting his hips to fuck up into you violently.
Your thighs twitch on either side of his hips as you bury your nose in his neck, inhaling his scent as deep as you can as the pleasure and pain of his rapid thrusts begin to blend into a throbbing sensation between your legs. A whine starts growing in your chest as your cunt starts to squeeze him, and you feel Jimmy twitch inside you as he pants his approval. “Atta girl,” he rasps. “There you go, cum for me, baby. That’s it…”
You let out a sob into his tanned skin, clawing him through his tank top as your cunt clenches down around him. You feel his thrusts stutter before one of his hands slides down to press your ass down hard so his pelvis is grinding against your throbbing clit. “Good girl,” he praises, his voice breaking as he nears his peak. “Ah-! Milk me, baby, come on,” he begs, fucking so hard into you that you worry you won’t be able to catch your breath before he suddenly stills and spills into you with a choked yell. His cock swells and twitches before pumping you full, his hips still rolling on their own accord, massaging his spend into your spongey walls still clenching around him weakly as he whimpers at the aftershocks of his release.
“Good girl,” he pants when he can speak again, still cradling your head like he’s scared to ever let you go. “My good girl, all mine.” He rolls his hips once more, coaxing a squeak from your spent body, and he whispers, “Promise you’ll stay forever?”
You wrap your arms around his neck and moan shakily into his chest, cunt still aching around him. You never want to move. “Forever, Darling,” you promise. “I’m all yours, till the end.”
