Jason: *rested His Head On Your Chest And Smiles In Content*

"Shhhh," you giggle wickedly against Choso's sweaty forehead. Your tits are stuffed in his mouth, muffling his slutty little moans as you ride him, bouncing your ass up and down on his lap, his cock hitting your g-spot with each deep thrust. "Your brothers are going to hear us."

He groans louder, drool wet on your skin, tongue hot on your nipples as you force another orgasm out of him, his second one in a row. It's too much now, way too fucking much, and still, you don't relent. Even after you're stuffed so full of his seed, you continue to ride him, desperate for more. He's such a fucking slut for you that he doesn't have the strength nor the willpower to stop you from using his oversensitive cock. All he can do is lie there and take it, lie there and act like he's at his fucking limit, when he actually is loving this so fucking much. Especially when you're fucking him inside his bedroom while his precious brothers are playing video games just outside.

He gets off on this shit, even he can admit that. Big brother Choso, who takes care of his little brothers, who dotes on them, protects them, caters to them hand-and-foot. Well, he needs to be taken care of too, and who better to do that than you, his horny little girlfriend. You, who smirks down at him as you pump more and more cum out of his cock while his moans get more high-pitched sucking on your nipples harder, trying to control the obscene noises being drawn out of him. "No more," he says weakly, not making any effort to lift you off him.

"One more, baby." You kiss him on the mouth, lapping at his tongue, wiping away the sweat and tears streaked on his face. "Just one more. Please?"

Sure, his balls are drained, his cock hurts from overstimulation, but how can he refuse you when you look at him like that? "Okay, baby. Just one more," he gives in, leaving it all to you yet again.

Yeah, he really, really likes being taken care of.

Luke Patterson Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Jacket

Convincing

Inspire

something else // lip gallagher

Request: Hi! Can I request a Lip x reader who’s being harassed when walking to school, so she asks him to walk with her in hopes it would scare the harassers off?

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 1,050

It’s obvious, by the expression on his face, Lip is surprised to see you stood outside his house that Monday morning.

You look more fragile then ever, stood there, clutching your hands together, wringing them tightly against one another. You’re constantly glancing around yourself, as if afraid someone will come bursting out from one of the bushes. Your bottom lip is in between your teeth and you’re gnawing on it.

But, the minute Lip’s siblings coming bursting through the front doors, you seem to snap out of your stupor and your eyes meet Lip’s. Carl and Debbie offer you a short greeting, Ian nodding at you but you only seemed focused on Lip. It takes him a moment longer before he follows the rest, heading down the steps, but instead of turning off, in the direction of the school, he takes the last few steps your way, brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

Sighing, your shoulders fall and finally, you pull your hands against, rubbing them over your face instead. “I need your help.”

Taking a step forward, Lip nods; “what’d you need?”

“These guys,” you start, exhaling with a shaky breath. It’s odd for Lip to see you so scared. Normally, you didn’t let anyone cross your path, let alone scare you. It’s what makes Lip unsure, so eager to help. “My dad… he pissed them off, and seeing that it’s just me and him, they’re using me to get to my dad. Not that the ass-hat would care… Lip, i’m scared they’re gonna attack me on the way to school.”

“So,” Lip pauses, “you want me to walk with you?”

“Only if you don’t mind,” you assure, holding your hands out before you. “You don’t have to. It’s just-”

Taking your hand in his own, Lip pulls you into step with him. “Of course I don’t mind,” he says after a moment, grinning over at you. “Anybody that tries to hurt you, has got to go through me first.”

His words elicit a smile from your lips, some of your worry and anxiety disappearing as Lip grins over at you. And as you continue, the two of you fall into step with one another, falling into a casual conversation. For once, the walk to school doesn’t seem so unbearably long, and you find yourself at ease with Lip by your side. Even though the two of you have been friends for as long as you can remember, you can’t ever remember the two of you talking, just you and him, like this before.

It’s what truly places the smile on your face. That, and his jokes.

And, just as you are about to reach the final stretch of street that will lead you to school, the peace is interrupted.

“Yo, Y/L/N! Where’s your father’s money?”

You halt, body freezing. 

“We know you can hear us!” Another voice calls, “you ain’t deaf… Last time I checked.”

Slowly, you turn around, not unaware of Lip’s gaze on you. When you finally see the men, you realize there are only two of them, and while you don’t recognize them, you don’t have a doubt in your mind that these are the men your father owes money to.

Stowing away your fear, you raise your chin; “I don’t have it. Talk to him if you want it.”

The two look at each other, laughing; “we want the money now. And you’re gonna give it to us, or we’ll take it from you.”

“Did you not hear her?” Lip bellows, taking a step forward. “She ain’t got it!”

“And who the fuck are you?”

“Lip Gallagher,” Lip introduces himself, “now fuck off.”

One of the men take a step forward, obviously angered from Lip’s disregard of respect. “Listen,” he huffs, pointing at you. “This bitch’s dad owes us money, and we’re gonna get it. One way or another.” He takes a threatening step towards you, smirking, his friend coming up behind him.

Lip takes a step in front of you. “You take one more step towards her, and i’ll fucking kill you.”

Your lips part, eyes widening. Was he trying to die?

“Look, this guy thinks he can beat us.”

“Suits him,” one of them men shrug, cracking his knuckles. “I don’t mind proving him wrong.”

Before you know it, with seemingly a blink of your eyes, Lip lunges forward, socking one of the men across the cheek. He stumbles back in response, his friend catching him as your lips part, eyes widening. Your heart falls, fearing the worse, but then Lip’s grabbing you by the wrist, pulling you down the street you’d been heading towards and running.

“We’ll fucking kill the both of you!”

The two of you don’t stop running. You run past school, and continue, until you find yourselves tuck in some alleyway, hidden within the corners of it. When you’re finally able to stop, you fall against the brick wall behind you, hands falling on your knees as you pant to catch your breath.

“I think we lost them,” Lips says after a moment, breathless.

“Are you insane?” You screech, turning to him with wide eyes. “They could’ve killed you!”

Lip turns to you, his own eyes wide; “and they would’ve killed you the moment they realized you really didn’t have your father’s money.”

Sighing, your shoulders drop. “Doesn’t matter,” you huff, letting your head fall into your hands. “The minute they find me, or you, they’ll kill us both.”

“That won’t happen.”

Shaking your head, you turn to Lip; “look, i’m grateful. You helped me, you… you saved my life. But they will eventually find us, and my dad won’t pay them back. No matter what, i’m dead. And so are you.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

You pause, eyes falling on Lip’s own. “You’d do all that, for me?” You question, raising a brow. “A girl you’ve talked to a few times, sure, but have never been more than friends?”

Without hesitation, Lip nods; “yes.”

Shaking your head, you let out a laugh; “you’re something else.”

“Sure am.”

Blinking, you meet his eyes; “you mean it?”

“Of course,” Lip nods, taking your hand into his own, much like he had before. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” then, with a smile, “or myself.”

You laugh, “okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

-

let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!

requests are open for lip gallagher!

DO YOU WANT TO WORK ON A GRAVITY FALLS DATING SIM??

Well, now you can!

Hi. Laura here, formally known as stan’s wife‼️ by the masses! I am working on a dating sim where you can romance either STANFORD, STANLEY, or BILL!

I am looking for artists, writers, musicians, and voice actors. Find the application link here!

I look forward to reading your applications!! Yaaaay!!

(Reblogs greatly appreciated!! Luv u guyz!)

Slay

There was an edit i saw on tiktok, i dont remember the creator,

The edit was titeled "The life of Jake Sully" to the song Genesis from Grimes

It was so impactfull to me, and i needed to draw this.

To this day i tear up to this song its so moving for me, im not sure why

coochielist | obx | jj

where you will find every jj fic ms coochie wrote below

♧ = angst

♤ = smut

♡ = flufff

Imagines, Blurbs and Drabbles:

Needy for you (♤♡)

jj helps you relieve your need for him.

Boat (♤)

you and jj sneak on the camerons boat for some late night fun.

know that i loved you so bad (♤♡♧)

you relive your teenage memories after you run away from your wedding.

cruel summer (♧)

sarah is a little too attached to jj’s girlfriend

locker room (♤)

locker room fun with jock!jj

bath (♤)

sexy bathtime blurb with poly!rafe and jj

don't you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? (♧)

jj is embarrassed of you.

sneaking in (♤)

jj catches you riding your pillow.

doe eyed as you buried me (♧)

you invite the pogues together for your birthday before you go off to college but the truth comes out but it doesn't just break you.

lesson 1: don't eat out your best friend's girlfriend (♤)

jj wants to teach pope how to eat pussy and decides you would be good for practice but the truth was pope has a crush on you.

god, save the pageant queen (♡♧)

all the pogues are in love with the pageant queen.

eyeliner (♡♧)

you begin to push away from rafe after he makes a stupid comment and jj tries to help you two fix it (poly!jj and rafe)

anywhere else (♡)

jj comforts you after a traumatic event.

mission accomplished (♤)

the pogues lock you and jj in a room so you guys can finally talk out your differences but you do a bit more than that.

road trip (♡♤)

you and jj go are on a roadtrip and decide to stop in the middle of nowhere.

some things live, but all things die (♧)

you and jj weren’t the best couple in the world but you loved each other more than anything but when jj does something on impulse you are brought to the reality of things and you realize you have to make a choice on whether it’ll be you and him forever or if you’ll let him go. inspired by carefully by ben platt.

wanna ride that wave (♤)

jj wants to try something he read.

take my breath (♤)

you thought it would be funny to tease sarah so she shows you who’s boss while jj holds the camera.

sorry (♤)

jj punishes you.

you're here with me (♡)

you get nervous before your speech.

pocketful of sunshine (♤)

you pay jj for weed in a different kind of way 😏

Headcanons:

jj eating you out (♤)

Beekeeping age [Dilf!Konig x fem!Reader]

You're ex-boyfriend is an asshole, so you decided to fuck his hot military dad instead. You're going to find out why his first wife ran as fast as she did, very soon - but Konig is still the best dick that ever happened to you.

CW: Daddy kink(obvi), power imbalance, possessive Konig, perverted Konig, age gap(Reader in her early twenties, Konig in his early forties), mentions of cheating(your ex is a douchebag anyway), slightly obsessive Konig, size kink, unprotected sex.

FIRST PART (can be read separately) AO3

— Why your wife left you, again? 

You stuff your face full of…something. He cooked it – gods did he cook it well. It’s meat and vegetables and spices, and it feels like your dad cooking but twice as good. It feels like pure sin because he says you shouldn’t worry about calorie counts or how fat the meat is, or how good everything tastes fried because he needs his special girl to feel good and healthy and fatten up a little bit, and you…gods, you’re down. Bad. 

You wonder if König’s wife left because she couldn’t compete with his cooking. You wonder if his wife left because he was feeding her too good. 

— Why don’t we leave uneasy questions for later, Schatzi? 

He brushes his hand over your hair, taking in the way you look – dressed up in his shirt, skin covered in bites and bruises from his hold. He can’t see it right now but can almost testify to the way your lipstick was all over his collar – good thing he wasn't wearing his uniform shirt, wouldn’t want to make dorks from Kobra jealous. 

He brings you another plate, he fills your glass – you never knew beer could taste this good, but he whispered something about having his own little homemade brewery for wine and beer somewhere in the mountains, in his Summer house. This man has a hug apartment in Vienna and a Summer house – you think you heard him having enough land to go hunting and to keep bees, and you might have cum a little bit just here and there. 

— I would like to know the story, actually. To not repeat her mistakes, you know. 

— You won’t, Liebling. I can already picture you with a ring on your pretty finger. 

— Not so fast. Maybe I don’t believe in marriage. 

— You’re too young to stop believing in it. 

— Way to talk when you’re the divorced one, sir. 

— Shut it, Schatzen. I can still take care of a good girl like you, ja? König leans in to kiss you, his lips brushing over your mouth – it’s wet and swollen, he bite you quite a few times already, and you feel dizzy just from the way his tongue lingers just a second before going in, taking your arousal even more. His hand gently brushes some hair from your face and you giggle from the sensation of his rough fingers on the softness of your skin. It never failed to mesmerize you, just how seasoned and old the colonel might be – and his hands would still tremble as if he is handling the finest porcelain doll in his hands. He has the expression of an anxious, devoted follower – you are not sure how his wife could left him. If he was looking at you like this every day, even as you go through with pregnancy and a piece of shit kid like Paul, you would die before leaving him. 

— Could you two please stop fucking each other? 

— I thought you wanted to move to dorms.

— This is my house too!

— Not on the documents, it’s not. — You can’t just throw me away, dad! — Your new stepmom needs her space. 

König grasps your shoulder as you try to stop them from arguing again – it’s embarrassing enough that you’re fucking your ex’s dad. Colonel makes it a whole fucking show, parading you around as his controversially young girlfriend, making sure that his son will hear your moans and whimpers as you get fucked at every surface of this apartment. You were wondering if you could ask him to move to the Summer house – even with your college and all. You can take a gap year and write a journalist investigation about lonely veterans and their mastery at brewing alcohol. You can take a gap year and try your best in the new trophy wife gig. König’s hand is firm on your shoulder – you know better than to try and argue with him, the silent recognition of authority loud in your head. You sigh, trying your best to just stop yourself from acting too damn weird. It’s their male thing, and you’re just an intruder in a big T-shirt and old leggings. König said it wasn’t his wifey’s – that he burned all of her stuff when she left. Somehow, you find peace in that statement. 

— How could you even…Jesus fucking Christ, this is disgusting. She is my age! — And the most beautiful girl in the world. I can see why you liked her. — She is my girlfriend! — Schatzi came to me in distress and begged me to take her. I think we both knew you weren’t…the best option. You feel more embarrassed with each second of their conversation. You don’t want to listen, you don’t want to take in their words, you feel like a trophy being discarded between two different winners. You feel like a prized mare on a farm – and they won’t even look at you. Too distracted by the sound of their voices, you eat your dinner in somewhat somber peace because you need to eat, after all, and you really like what König cooks. You like what König does most of the time. All of the time. 

Paul storms off the room after a few minutes of bickering. You feel guilty for not stopping him because he was still kinda your boyfriend. You ex-boyfriend. Your asshole incel-ish ex-boyfriend whose assholless literally made you go and sleep with his dilfy dad, and…god, you feel like a whore. Good. Paul was calling you a whore a lot of the time, you may as well take the new name and plaster it in your new badge. 

König’s hand lingers on your back, caressing it gently. You whimper because you feel bad and you’re still in college, and Paul’s disgusted reaction reminds you that fucking a guy in his forties isn’t the best business decision. Even if the said guy is a retired colonel with shitload of money, even if he still goes to work sometimes, just because he wants to feel cool and shoot guns at bad guys, even if this guy buys you cool gifts and he promised to renovate your car or buy you a new one, and he makes plans and takes you to places that don’t make you feel like begging for attention. 

If anything, you feel like he is drowning you with attention. 

His hand lets go of your shoulder – he was holding you so tight the whole conversation, you can sense the bruises forming on your skin. You lick your lips, and he moves to kiss you again. You feel like drowning, you feel like this is all just a dream – and you’re also drunk because gods, König knows how to make a good glass of…something. 

— You shouldn’t act like this. He is your son. 

He laughs dismissingly. He dismisses a lot of things you said – you think it’s the age difference. You think he is just being traditional, and you don’t want to be too nagging. You don’t want to end up like his wife and wake up from the dear you’ve been seeing. 

König’s lips are soft, and you can look past his hands, taking you too possessively – you can close your eyes, and you can just listen to his accent, smiling as his tongue worms its way into your mouth. He is good, you think – at this whole kissing thing. At this whole “Hi there, I’m a retired old dog and I am fucking the girlfriend of my only son. I’m divorced btw” .

He has experience – you know it when he tucks your lip between his teeth, when he massages your shoulders as you spread your legs already, so wet for him, it’s almost embarrassing. You never slept much with Paul – his poor excuse of a son – it was always never enough lube, it was always never enough attention, he always needed you to shave or to leave your hair to grow a little bit, it was either your perfume being too sweet or you no wearing anything at all. You thought he would have much more fun masturbating to his anime chicks and poor gaming sessions with his friends. 

But König isn’t like this – every time he drops on his knees to eat you out like a man starving, you feel utter and complete devotion. In his tongue, in his mouth, in his teeth as he sucks little marks into your thighs, making sure you will remember it tomorrow when he will ask you to stay for breakfast and then ride you to whatever you need to come next. Last time he promised to drive you to the library, he took a few turns and took you to some restaurant instead. You gushed about not having proper attire, he was still in his half-uniform and rocking dark cargo pants, and he was apologizing every time his fingers hit that special spot in your cunt as he fingered you during the second course of meals. He said that he was so, sorry about not fucking you properly, about having to resort to public displays like this – and you were too high on loving him to care. You still are. — I don’t think we should be…

— He left. Won’t bother us anymore. 

— I’m not in the mood right now. 

— You’re always in the mood, Schatzen. Enough to drive me crazy. — You’re a pervert. Like Paul. 

— He takes on after his father, ja?

It would alarm you how much contempt he had for his own child right now. Then, again, you were the one who dumped his son for the powerhouse of a dad. Maybe it was your daddy issues, maybe it was your dumb reasoning and the summer break that you didn’t want to spend with your family. Good thing you’re spending it with the other. 

König’s face is buried between your legs, his teeth tugging on the soft fabric, forcing your leggings down. God, it feels good – he is so high on wanting you, can’t even wait to take off your clothes properly. You never had a man wanting you so badly before – it’s addicting, it’s crushing, it makes you feel like a goddess among men. Makes you feel wanted, a thing that your ex never did. 

You forget about guilt when he kisses your lower tummy, when his lips trace down to your cunt, taking sharp licks through your panties. You wore them this morning, something from a new lacy set he bought – one of the only ones that weren’t torn off from your body the moment you took them on. He always wanted you to make these little fashion shows for him, making good use of his money – you weren’t a sugar baby, not on paper, you still clutched to the last traces of your dignity, but he did buy you a lot of gifts. 

— S’ pretty for me, Liebling. The prettiest girl in the world.

— I assume after…af..ter your wife. 

You giggle when he frowns, his rugged face filled with concern. He doesn’t like jokes about his marriage – you don’t want to ask him about it because it would mean waking up from a dream you want to experience over and over again, but you heard what Paul was talking about. What his mom told him about. you heard enough to know that kissing a man like König is a safety hazard and a liability that you can’t afford, but it’s warm, and he is rich, and you don’t want to go back to your part-time job this season. You want to be dumb and you want to be young – right now, you’re doing both. — Don’t be so dumb, Schatzi. Although it suits you. 

— I’m not dumb! 

— Nein, you’re not. Just silly. 

— You just call me a different type of dumb. 

— I like it when you’re dumb. Makes you cuter. 

König is awkward and funny, and he buys you things that you could never afford. He is mysterious and kind – to you, not his enemies – and he uses German words randomly in his phrases because he knows the accent, and the pronunciation drives you crazy. You never thought of thinking of yourself as a dilf hunter but, hell, here you are. With his dark ginger stubble – and grey streaks that make you go wild every time you look at him – between your thighs. It’s tickling, and it’s a bit irritating, and he will rub some calming lotion in your skin after this, making sure to cover every inch of your skin with some expensive cream that he knows jackshit about, but you wanted it, and so he went out and bought it. Gosh, you felt dumb even asking him for this. 

He traces his kisses along your thighs, tongue lingers to press against your wet, swollen folds. Flirting in front of Paul made you embarrassingly hot, solidifying you as a shitty, bad, horny person who needs fat cock stuffed in your leaking pussy. You lick your lips, and you tremble when he pushes his tongue inside. He is starving, pushy with all of his needs – makes you almost beg for it, like a pet he took from the street. 

— I want to take you to the Summer house next week. 

You open your eyes, shocked. It’s nothing, really, you shouldn’t be this surprised about him wanting to show off his other properties. You want to check out his wine cellar and how sturdy the furniture is. You want to see if he had deers running around the house. If he had any pictures of his family – and if you could ever hope to compete with his ex-wife. It’s a petty competition, but you don’t have much to do and to think about. It’s obvious the love here won’t last until the end of the break, and you want to get as much from it as possible. Maybe even some hot bikini picks at his pool. He has to have one. — What if I have plans, sir? 

It’s innocent and you play the role well. You think some of your friends wanted to hang out or make a study group for the upcoming semester. You are a good girl at heart, with nice grades and a perfectly played-out future, and not as many working opportunities as you may like, but you could manage with something. Writing a killer essay about your life with a smoke show during Summer would be easy with someone like him. 

He laughs, his hand lightly smacks your butt. You bite your lip and whimper, not accustomed to pain feeling this good. 

— You will change them, little one. For the whole Summer. 

— I wanted to study. 

You moan when he lightly presses his tongue on your swollen clit, kissing and licking it. Slick runs down your legs, and he collects it with his mouth. You whimper again, tears prickling at the edge of your eyes – the sensation is sudden and overwhelming, makes you get your hands in his hair and slightly tug. He groans, pleasure from having you so active, so participating is overwhelming. He loves you, loves you, loves you, adores you. God, you’re beautiful. And so, so restrained – just his special good girl. Only for him. — You can study at our house. 

— You mean you and your ex’s house. 

He smacks you again for the foul language – although you know you didn’t even curse, he is still punishing you. In the lightest way possible, of course, you know you won’t handle anything too harsh – still, you feel nice and warm when he isn’t just eating you out, but also smacks you for speaking in such unpretty words again. 

You don’t even register the way he called the house yours too. All too dumb for this, again. 

— I mean our house, Schatzen. Just you and your daddy, ja? You worry too much about studying. 

— I want a nice job. Without…distractions. 

He slips one finger in your warm, tight hole – even just one digit is enough to make you shiver, clenching it like a sloppy whore. He is big in every way – just two of his fingers are bigger than a normal cock, and no, you didn’t want to compare a son with his father, but even Paul’s cock, as big as it was, was still way thinner than his father’s. 

— Why you need a job? 

— Not everyone are retired military. I need money. 

— You have me. 

— I d…don’t want to be a sugar baby. Sir. 

— I have no problems with being your daddy, Schatzen.

König is build like a powerhouse – when he slips just the tip into you, ignoring all previous preparation because, by god, you both need to feel connected, he is dragging you on top of the table, tossing aside the dirty dishes with remains of his perfectly cooked dinner…and you feel like home. Almost. 

You imagine waking up with his cock every morning, and with the nice cup of coffee only he can make. You imagine him gushing about rebuilding the house and working on his tight and neat desk job at the mercenary company – something about instructing, dumb recruits, only the most elite missions as an operator in retirement, creating strategies and tactics for the warfare – and thinking that, wow, your husband is really cool. You shouldn’t be thinking this because this is just a summer fling. Your relationships with Paul weren’t too serious either, you just didn’t want to be alone. 

König gently caresses your fingers, whispering something about numbers – you think you could recognize the word for a ring a bit later when he was making a call to some friend. In German, of course, you don’t quite understand it, but you worm your warm on his lap like a spoiled cat, purring on his crotch like a good fucking girl. But it was a while later. 

Now, you’re gasping and panting, his cock spreading you open and stuffing you like the poor bird he was cooking for dinner. You know you won’t be able to walk after a short while – would probably have to spend the day at his house, with him cooing and gushing about your sore body while he is quietly proud of himself. If you’re lucky, you could convince him to let you go in the evening. If you’re not, he will ask you to stay the night, and maybe even a bit more, and then he will just get the bag with your stuff from your room in the dorm by himself, and then… — What do you think about getting married in August?

Maybe, you do know why his wife left him. 

Watch "My girl was flabbergasted 😅 #viral #funnyvideo #funnyshorts #wtfmoment #party" on YouTube

YouTube

My girl was flabbergasted 😅 #viral #funnyvideo #funnyshorts #wtfmoment #party

Yes just yes

Strawberry Shortcake Cupcakes