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saskiahaggens · 7 months

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Can you write something about Jimmy x Reader? 👉🏼👈🏼

Of course I can, but I have to tell you that I dislike it… I'll most likely edit it later.

Most of you have probably noticed that I haven't uploaded anything in a long time. So, as a quick update, I by now am legally allowed to drive and I started my last year of school. I'm not sure how much I can upload, because our school year is quite short, but I will do my best to respond to all of the requests as soon as possible. Please accept my apologies for the long speech. I love you all for the appreciation. I wish you luck for school an work.

I Survived 50 Hours In America

Masterlist

Pairing: Jimmy x fem!Reader

Warnings: none I guess

Word count: 1586

You weren't thrilled when Jimmy suggested going to Antarctica. It was frosty, very bright owing to the sun, and you wouldn't have a decent bed to sleep in. Obviously, you had to fly there, which you were not delighted about. But Jimmy asked you to come along, and who were you to refuse?

"You okay?" Chandler asked above the rumblings of the plain.

"Could be better. We should've brought hot chocolate."

After you mentioned that, Chandler pulled a sorrowful expression. You should have thought about it sooner.

Jimmy was on the other side of the plain, working with the others to prepare some great scenes for the video. You weren't assisting since you had your head buried under your jacket, so you couldn't look outside. Normally, you weren't terrified of heights, except when you sat in a plain that didn't appear or seem safe. They wanted to you wait on the plain after Jimmy left so you could get an amazing shot of you and the rest of the group approaching him.

It seemed simple until the guy in front of you stumbled. You weren't able to react quickly enough and fell face first as you stumbled over his foot.

"Gosh, Y/n." Chandler laughed when you landed in front of his feet.

While everyone else was laughing, he was kind enough to pull you up.

"Well, it's safe to say that the snow tastes nothing like vanilla ice cream."

"Is this something people believe?" Jimmy questioned as he tried to remove some snow off of you.

Chris shrugged, "I've never heard of anything like this."

"Whatever. You thought the moon was made of cheese until we were around thirteen," you rolled your eyes, while the others chuckled.

"As amusing as it is, guys." We should get started. Unless you want to be stuck in a blizzard," Jimmy reminded us, and we all groaned.

"I can't wait to freeze to death.", Chandler smiled.

Jimmy gave the pilot a wink and he took off. We started walking shortly after that. Everyone was hauling their sleighs behind them. George happened to be right next to you, chatting about who knows what. The blizzard made him incomprehensible. You attempted to explain it to him, but he didn't understand you either, so you just let him go on. When you arrived at the location for the camp, everyone began to set up their tents.

Some of you almost immediately realized that it was nearly impossible for them to set up a tent in this wind, so some of you began to build a wall to protect the camp from the wind. While it made things a little easier for you, George, Jimmy, and Karl kept assembling the tents.

Regardless of who went where, all of you instantly huddled in them when the blizzard intensified to wait it out, when you were finally done.

Finally, save from the cold wind and the snow flakes which felt like little needles picking your skin, you could take of your googles.

"This was disgusting," you said, referring to your soaked jacket and pants.

"Hopefully this will be over soon. It's rather crowded in here. Get your feet out of my face, Chris." Tareq muttered.

You hadn't realized how close you were to Jimmy, who was also in this tent. Blood shot to your cheeks, but you could at least blame it on the cold.

The tent's walls suddenly began to collapse and landed on you immediately. The air was filled with cursing and the never-ending shifting of the tent's fabric.

You attempted to pull the fabric aside so you would be able to see someone, but it was like trying to get to the short end of a blanked at night, since the wind pushed the fabric back in your face every few seconds. You began to panic, concerned about how hard it was being pressed in your face from time to time.

"Y/n? "Are you okay?"

You spotted Jimmy when the crimson fabric lifted off your head. He must have noticed your fear since he moved closer to you to raise the piece of fabric higher.

"Yeah. This was terrifying. Like a crimson avalanche."

"You told me about your Claustrophobia once. Sorry to bring you into this."

"Don't worry. I-"

"Y/n is scared by Santa Claus?"

"Chris really? They had a moment."

"What are you even talking about, Tareq?", you asked.

"Oh come on. Everybody knows you two are in love."

"Tareq really? Stop it."

"No way, Chris. This frustrates me. It's so clear, I mean. Jimmy spent hours last week reassembling some Oreo's for you since you had a horrible day and he knows you like the with stuff."

"Any friend would have done something like this." Jimmy denied.

"Okay, and how about yesterday? Y/n-"

"Okay! Tareq we get it.",you interfered.

"No, I'd like to know what happened yesterday. It had to be a very significant event for Tareq to snap. This didn't seem possible to me."

"Chris, I swear to god.", you threatened.

You were frightened since Jimmy wasn't speaking, but you were saved by the others just as you were going to glance at him.

"Is everything all right in there?" Karl asked as the entire tent rose up, revealing a beaming Chris, a still unhappy Tareq, and Karl who peered inside.

You grabbed your googles and exited the tent, unable to bear the humiliating experience. Karl worriedly yelled after you, but you quickly made your way around the wall and came to a halt after about three minutes. Maybe you should just go back home and swim. You'd definitely die within the first two or three hours, but this would be truly amazing right now.

You watched the guys from the distance, rebuild the tent, raise the wall, and put the sleighs' belongings in the tents, when Jimmy started walking in your direction.

You were out and about to just walk away further, but you would have to talk to him. For the sake of the others, otherwise this trip would be really difficult for everyone, and you have at least a little privacy right now.

Jimmy sat down next to you and said, "We need to talk."

"I know."

You then remained silent. How can you even begin such a discussion? Just tell him the truth? No, this isn't one of those stereotypical romance novels where one character rants about their feelings only to be interrupted by the other's kiss. This is the real deal.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way.", Jimmy mumbled finally interrupting the silence.

"I somehow knew. Or at least I wished it was."

"So Tareq was right? You like me too?"

"How could I not."

Shortly the silence took over again, but now you were sure, if you won't finally speak up, you could end up ruining more than a potential relationship. "I've liked you for years, but even after finally admitting it to you and myself, I still don't feel relived."

"Probably because how it happened. Tareq deeply apologized . You should speak with him later. It will lift your mood."

"I still can't believe he snapped."

"I'm with you. I had no idea his voice could get this loud."

You laughed, and then there it was. The long-awaited sense of relief.

"Thank you."

Jimmy stared at you, perplexed, but you simply rested your head on his shoulder.

"For being here, for making me laugh or have I ever thanked you for giving me this job?"

"Like, a thousand times." He burst out laughing. "Hey, would you tell me what happened yesterday?"

"Promise you won't find it weird."

"I promise."

"I picked up Tareq. Well, when he got into my car, I had forgotten to change the playlist, and he found my worst secret."

"You love One Direction?"

"That's not what this is about... I think. Well, I have a playlist full of songs you might like or told me about."

"Okay. I don't see a problem."

"I labeled it 'Jimmy <3'"

"To be honest I think's cute. You need to show me when we get back." he laughed.

A bit embarrassed you took a hand full of snow and pushed at in his face.

"Oh, you will regret this."

He tossed some snow in your face and pushed you over. Naturally, you started defending yourself, but after a few minutes of rolling around in the snow, you gave up.

"All right, you've won. Please stop. I have so much snow in my jacked that I'm afraid I'll get frost bite."

Jimmy stopped, looking down at you, before he suddenly leaned down on his forearms, coming closer to your face.

"Oh yeah? Well there is nothing like giving up where I'm from."

You moved in close to kiss him, taking advantage of his proximity. Jimmy kissed you back, and you swapped places without his noticing. Using this new position, you threw some snow in his face and rushed back to your tent, shivering but glad that you finally got to kiss Jimmy, and by looking over your shoulder and seeing him still laying there, you knew this wasn't the last kiss you'd have.

#x reader #imagine #reader insert #mrbeast #jimmy x reader #karl jacobs #jimmy donaldson #youtuber imagines #youtube #fem reader #jimmy donaldson x reader #<3 #mrbeast crew #mrbeast video #mr beast imagine

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glorious-poetato · 1 year

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Headcanons for the dsmp creartors having a crush in the reader? :)

-🦌

[Crush]

Ships: tommyinnit x reader, wilbur x reader, dream x reader, jack manifold x reader,and Karl x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: thing that dream smp members would do and act if they had a crush on you.

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Tommy

- blushing none stop but tries to hide it

- can't help but smile every time you do

-makes fun of you for everything

- always invites you to his vlogs

- will talk nonstop about you to wilbur

- buys you candy or gives you his merch you said you liked

- if you jokingly flirt with I'm he is so flustered and tries to play it off

Wilbur

- flustered easily like that one time chat mentioned his crush on shubble

- talks about you to chat all the time

- super smiley around you

- always pays for everything no matter what

- will sing songs to you maybe even write you a song

- just loves to be around you

- Tommy makes fun of him constantly for it

- he's a totally simp for you

Dream

- if you said you wanted something he is already searching It up on Amazon

-tries not to talk about you online much because he doesn't want you to get hate

- is super flustered if you flirt with him but will flirt back

- annoys George and snapnap with how much he talks about you

- once you fell asleep at his house snuggled up with patches and now that is his favorite picture in the while wrold

Jack manifold

- flirts alot as a joke but gets super flustered

- trys to keep you away from Tommy saying he'll infect you

- he's a totally simp for you

- whenever he catches you watching a video with him in it he gets so embarrassed

Karl

- okay I know I said everyone else gets flustered but his is to the extreme

- so many hugs

- will share his monsters with you

- more hugs

- talks about you constantly

- gets shy around you

- more physical affection

- like he is completely head over heals for you and everyone but you knows it

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Idk if these are headcannons, also sorry if I didn't do a good job writing for some of the people Anyway I hope you liked them

-poe <3

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jessnotfoundd · 1 year

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ᴅᴀᴅ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ!

All

A baby? ( you both have the talk about babies)

What? (finding out you're pregnant and telling them)

We're done (how many babies and age gaps.)

Surprise! (Telling all the big news)

ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

First baby

ꜱᴀᴘɴᴀᴘ

Baby trying

ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ

Qᴜᴀᴄᴋɪty

ᴋᴀʀʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙꜱ

ᴘᴜɴᴢ

ꜰᴏᴏʟɪꜱʜ ɢᴀᴍᴇʀꜱ

ᴡɪʟʙᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴏᴛ

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cherrynwinesk · 11 months

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Hello, don't let my main streamers make you think badly about me, I consume content from multiple CCs. Fan who does not get carried away by the hate of communities and with her own criteria. 0 hate on this blog.

»Master List«

Hello, I write what my followers ask for without judging or pointing out, an apology if there is content that you do not like, I ask for your discretion and I invite you to block me.

Account dedicated to Spanish-speaking and English-speaking content creators (Request from any CC)

On this blog you can find nsfw and sfw writings, requests for any writing are completely open, ask for what you like without any fear. All orders are published, I ask for patience if I take time to respond to your request. If you don't specify the gender of the reader (female, male, neutral or other) I will always make it a female reader.

English is not my native language, if you find errors in any writing please let me know so I can improve the quality of the content.

En este blog puedes encontrar escritos nsfw y sfw, las solicitudes de cualquier escrito están siempre abiertas, pide lo que te guste sin miedo. Todos los pedidos seran publicados, pido paciencia si tardo en responder a tu solicitud. Si no me especifican el género del lector (femenino, masculino, neutral u otro) voy hacerlo lector femenino siempre.

Cuenta dedicada a creadores de contenido de habla hispana e inglesa (Solicitudes para cualquier CC siempre abiertas).

El inglés no es mi idioma nativo, si encuentra errores en algún escrito, hágamelo saber para que pueda mejorar la calidad del contenido.

All published +18 content will have a warning at the beginning, if you are underage please scroll and ignore, otherwise it will be the responsibility of the reader to consume content. Discretion is requested and do not interact (dni)

Me but now about horror movies here

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stardustluvs · 7 months

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imagine convincing karl to dress up in a bunny costume with you by telling him you can hump like bunnies

Fuck Like Bunnies - Karl Jacobs (Headcanons)

MDNI

Pairing: Karl x fem!Reader

Summary: What the request says

Warnings: NSFW

Author’s Note: I love the way you think, anon!

Requests are open! || masterlist

it’d take him very little convincing

mostly because he would probably jump off a cliff at your command

he’d probably feel a little embarrassed or silly at first

then he’d see you and he doesn’t give a fuck about how he feels

like seeing you instantly got him hard

him starting to get tired after a bit but you remind him that only good bunnies get rewarded

if he gets physically tired from all the movement, you could just ride him instead

he’d be a babbling mess as he looks up at you in complete awe at how good you look

afterwards he’d tell you that you guys have do that more often, even if it did completely wear him out

#karl jacobs smut #karl jacobs headcanons #headcanon list #smut headcanons #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs smut headcanons #kit’s anons #kit’s requests

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stardustluvs-masterlist · 8 months

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Masterlist

Started: 8/28/23 Updated: 11/6/23 Works: 15

Kinktober m.list

-Sam and Colby-

• Headcanon Lists

Colby Brock

Boyfriend

• Smut

• Drabbles

-MrBeast Crew-

• Headcanon Lists

Nolan Hansen

Boyfriend

Soft Smut (NSFW)

Cuddles

Karl Jacobs

Fuck Like Bunnies (NSFW)

• Smut

Karlan

Let Me Make It Up To You - Karl X Nolan

• Drabbles

Missing You (fem!Reader)

Kiss It Better (fem!Reader)

-Dream SMP-

• Headcanon Lists

Multiple

Needy - DTK + Punz (NSFW)

Punz

Pussy Drunk (NSFW)

Sapnap

Pussy Drunk (NSFW)

Foolish

Boyfriend

Pussy Drunk (NSFW)

• Smut

Koolish

Almost Caught - Karl X Foolish

• Drabbles

Punz

Let Me Love You (gn!Reader)

#masterlist #smut #headcanons #fluff #x reader #imagines

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eclipsedzs · 1 year

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cooking stream with quackity and karl ( A throuple)

BASICALLY READER IS DATING THEM BOTH

ITS OK IF U DONT WANT TO😭

𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: Quackity & Karl

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): Quackity x Fem!Reader x Karl Jacobs

Summary: A chaotic cooking stream with your two hyper boyfriends

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, (Sorry for not posting, busy with tests and ACT type stuff) Short

YOUR HANDS WERE BUSY, occupied with the stick substance of dough in your hands as you kneaded it over and over onto the flower covered table.

The lighting was shifted bright against your eyes, the reflecting of yourself and your boyfriends showing perfectly through Karl’s laptop. The chat spammed random things, a bit slow due to stream delay.

Karl huffed beside you, listening to Quackity scream on about how he was the gordon Ramsay of the kitchen and to “Hurry up you muppets”

Karl leaned his messy face on your black hoodie, something you probably shouldn’t have worn due to how much flour and mixtures of different things you were using.

Karl’s long brown hair tickled your neck as he giggled about something, drawing a picture of a dick into the flower like a prepubescent boy.

Quackity gasped at the drawing, looking to the camera like he was in an episode of the office

You laughed, smudging the picture until it looked like squidward. Karl giggled, his hand resting on yours as quackity grabbed something from the fridge.

“Put this is in your bowl.” He giggled- making his voice go higher and obnoxious for the stream as he held out the white can of a monster.

You raised your brow, glancing at the monster before looking towards Karl, who held a look of offense on his face. “Isn’t that Karl’s last can?” You asked, trying not to giggle at the obnoxious pout that graced Karl’s face.

Quackity pretending to think- placed his flour covered hand to his chin, rubbing it like there was more than smooth skin underneath. “Mhm, I don’t care!” Quackity giggled, his other hand going to fix his beanie that had been slowly slipping.

Karl faked a gasp, tugging on his apron while yelling something inaudible from the amount of noise that filled the room.

Karl Kissed your cheek quickly, giggling at the yell that Quackity yelled out when he spotted it. “Now he’s trying to steal the chef’s girlfriend! Chat, did you see that?!” He yelled, a voice so high pitched it made your ears ring slightly.

You smiled, kissing Quackitys cheek and watching as he paused- face going slightly red.

You turned around, facing Karl with a fake seriousness. “Now! Bake the pancakes you muppet!”

#quackity #quackity imagine #dsmp #mcyt #quackity x reader #quackity x you #karl jacobs imagine #karljacobs #karl jacobs mcyt #karl jacobs dsmp #karl jacobs x y/n #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x you

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winterzsurprise · 1 year

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Unholy || Karl Jacobs

Pairing: Karl Jacobs x fem! Reader

Summary: To be a priest meant your loyalty shall rest with the lord and Karl would be a lying if he said he wouldn't want to lie with you instead.

Words: 6.4k

Tags: Overstimulation, priest! Karl, switch!Karl (he whines and comes first does that count?), porn without plot, rough sex, floor sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, priest kink, religious kink (i guess), cursing, dirty talk, name calling.

This is a fucking mess because I forced this one during my biggest writer's block but HEY ITS FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED AFTER MONTHS. I'll go fix the mess later on, I am ready to pass out.

As always, constructive criticism is welcomed. I would like to hear what I should change and what not :DD

Archive

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The nights where the wind howled against the corners of the church are always the most insufferable nights, Karl observed.

It’s always when drunken men or sobbing women approach the building with their sins sitting at the edge of their tongue, ready to spew their darkest secrets to the man sitting behind the thin plywood wall.

It's amazing how confident they are in confessing their sins just because their faces are obstructed from his vision.

It was always their disloyalty, either a far-away admiration situation or a recurring event of waking up in another’s arms and another room. It’s something Karl could never fathom how it happens.

They marry one another in front of the lord with pledges of love and protection then seek a different tongue in a few years.

Not that he could say much in the matter as he has never experienced such a thing, otherwise he’d be excommunicated.

But one thing’s for sure, his heart, although holds no one else but the lord in the heavens, still beats and skips in his chest every once and a while, either for his favourite food on the table or at the sight of you.

Karl barely knows anything about you, other than your frequent visits to the church to help the nuns with the garden and looking over the children at the orphanage and the fact that you just moved into the small town of Kinoko.

It was amazing how despite knowing so little about you, his heart still stuttered in its cage whenever you greeted him with a wide smile, waving so sweetly, he thought you could make a miss universe cry with how graceful and attention grabbing you are without effort

It’s a simple connection between a priest and a citizen yet he swears whenever you sway your hips whenever you pass by him or move away your hair to show him your neck, you were offering yourself to him.

Your vanilla scent tantalises him, taunting his bound hands to break free and swallow you whole. He had never thought how a sweet scent could elicit such an emotion until then.

Karl can’t even remember the last night he had where he had to fight of his desires apparent by the uncomfortable tent in his pants, nor can he recall the moments where his head steers clear of its imaginative state that’s mostly composed of him snapping and bending you on the nearest elevated surface to see your face crumple into an expression of pure pleasure.

As much as he imagined taking you gently in your bed like the gentleman he appeared to be, there’s an insatiable beast in the prowl who'd love nothing but eat you through and through leaving nothing, not even a piece of your bone, until your scent and taste has ingrained itself to his head and tongue in his waking and resting state.

It was a morbid thought a person like him shouldn’t have but his feelings are far tamer than what his mind lets on, still they remind him of the sinner he once was.

A man who lust over someone, whose hands became more tainted and occupied with every day passing with her growing closer to him.

He's no different from the others he swore to never turn into, the only difference was the cassock he wears, a sign of his affiliation with a religion while the others wore casual clothes.

Would you run if you ever saw the foul, revolting scenes his mind conjured for him at the deepest of nights when sleep felt like a tedious task and your smile taunting his very being?

Today was unfortunately one of those nights he dreaded yet welcomed so warmly like a friend, the stings of the chilly night on his cheeks is the only thing grounding him. The silence in the chapel is torturous, enough to make him wish for the usual boring confessions from the town folks.

Until the double doors creaked open and came calmed footsteps approaching the booth, it sounded nervous and jittery, making him wonder if this person's confession is more than adultery or lying.

Karl couldn't help but be hopeful that it'll be a different topic tonight.

He still wouldn't mind Susan telling him of her recent adventures with her neighbour's husband or John sluggishly recalling his latest fuck after work when his wife is worried sick for him at home.

It's not like he could even interfere with their lives. The last thing Karl wanted is being incorporated into a drama.

Upon hearing the person take a seat, he starts. "Good evening, what brought you to this seat, my child?"

There was a beat of hesitance that hung between them, heavy and tense, like the weight of this person’s sin on their shoulder. Maybe this night will truly be different.

"Father, I have sinned."

Karl's heart fluttered in his chest, cheeks heating upon realising who the person sat on the other side. What kind of atrocity have you done? Maybe this secret of yours might repel him, straighten him up, wake him up from his daze.

He cleared his throat, deepening his voice. "How so? Tell me so I can pray your sins away."

There was a long pause that followed, Karl thought you fluttered away in your nervousness but soon, you spoke once more.

"I lust for someone and I don't know how to act upon it..."

Never have his heart fall to his feet faster than when he heard your whisper, an angry blob rearing its ugly head at the back of his mind, his stomach churning uncomfortably as his mind raced with thoughts of inquiring you more about this intense affection you feel for someone.

Just the thought of this someone he doesn’t know lingering in your mind, making your heart race… His blood boiled vehemently in his core, lighting up a faint pain in his chest as they circulated around his body.

The stretched stagnant silence between them was broken by your sigh as you continued your tale, Karl couldn’t be more thankful that you did, fearing the words that might escape his mouth will scare you off for good.

“I’ve only been in Kinoko for two months now but never have I ever fallen for someone as fast as I did for him.”

Your voice trembled, not only in nervousness but also a hint of shyness, the same tone when people are sheepish and blushing when they introduce their crush to a friend. His jaw clenched, his fists turning white and his nails digging straight into his skin, itching to drive itself to the nearest solid item near him but he knew he had to keep his composure.

He can’t be acting like a child who didn’t get the toy he asked his parents for.

“So not only do you lust for him but also love him?”

“I-I do, father.”

He was prepared to hear your admission but to hear it straight from you, his heart crumbles to his feet, eyes welling up with tears and blurring his vision. Fate is truly cruel to those who're believed to be showered with blessings. Karl tilts up his head, he still has a confession to hear.

Is there really no chance he could ever be yours?

Yes, a whisper at the back of his head said. It was already hopeless to think he had a chance in the first place.

He knew well enough how tight the rosary had bounded his hands, of course he never stood a chance. You know his boundaries more than he does at this point, his logic blurring whenever he sees you pass by, a passing breeze with your scent is enough to render him heedless.

At his heavy sigh, you called, anxious. “Father?”

“What a naughty girl you are. Lusting for someone who’s not your husband... What would the lord think of you now?”

He has no idea what compelled him to say such a thing with a seductive voice. He should give up already the logical part of him knew that but the other part of him urged him to continue, to hold onto the thinnest thread of hope that maybe this man you’re raving about is him.

It was delusional but can you really blame a man in love?

“H-he already thinks of me sinful for wishing to him every night… for someone to bend me over and fuck me rough like I’m nothing but a toy.”

A delicious shiver slithered down his spine at your words, urging blood to up to heat his cheeks and down between his thighs. He groaned softly, your soft voice matched with vulgar words sending pleasurable jolts down to his length.

You sounded so sultry, a succubus disguised as an angel descending to break him. It was dangerous to listen to you but he couldn’t help himself. Your voice holds the promise of a heated night lulling him closer to your arms.

“Tell me, do you ever touch yourself for him? Wishing it was his fingers and dick inside you?”

You responded with a soft groan, it was miniscule yet he almost bolted from his seat to cross the very boundary he was adamant to keep.

“Yes father. Every night I dream of him making me cum over and over again, not stopping even when I tap out.”

“What a mouth you have there. How bold of you to ask God himself for a good fuck and talk dirty to a priest."

Stop, the logical part of him whispered, he was crossing the boundaries placed between the light and the dark. But his heart that thudded harder in his chest and his cock that stirred in his trousers fogged his mind.

He’s too far gone to even try and leave.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

There was a challenging tone in your voice, condemning him to his fall from heaven and into the hell of your own making.

The string of constraint snaps and he’s on his feet. Karl walks out of the booth and into the other side, throwing the curtain open to see you look up at him with wide eyes, surprised and eager but he could see the glint of mischief in them.

There’s a lot of things that raged in his mind, actions he could do with you at his mercy. But instead, he sighed, mind clearing a bit as he straightened up.

“Step out of the booth and kneel in front of the cross to pray, I will baptise you once you show remorse to the lord."

He watched intently as you stood up with shaky legs, approaching the wooden podium noiselessly, the silence growing intensity with every footsteps taken.

It was suffocating and exhilarating at the same time.

This is crazy, this is crazy. His thoughts bounced around his mind but he could care less, he started this and he will see through it all.

The stained glass windows casting a shadow over the figurine nailed on the cross, sculpted face tilted down, its expression ever firm yet it looked like iy was frowning at him for a split second.

It was spine chilling how it felt like its eyes were made to glower at him with disgust, judging his very being at where he stood. Karl's guts twisted at the thought, fear rising up to his throat only to dispese the moment you kneeled onto the red carpet, waiting for the priest to arrive and deliver his blessing, waiting for no one but him.

Your prayer left your lips in hushed whispers with both hands cupping each other close to your mouth. With the moon beaming down onto you, highlighting your figure underneath the oversized button up you wore. It was unfair how his desire showed no intention of stopping while you remained calm kneeling in front of the god’s hanging figurine.

The church gate closed and the lock echoed with a loud metallic clang and you shivered noticeably. Karl had to lock the main gate, nobody could enter the premises without his permission and no one could interrupt his moment with you.

Heaven knows he'd run away if anyone were to ruin the already fragile mood.

"Father?"

"Can't have anyone entering such a holy space during a cleansing, you wouldn't want anyone to see how much of a bad girl you are, do you?"

Karl has never been as nervous as he is now. Not even when he moved out of his parents' house nor when he rose to stand in front of the masses for the first time as a priest.

Yet there he was… A pin-drop interruption away from cowering in a corner. Both sides of himself are stuck in an on-going tug of war between his human desires and his god-fearing heart screaming at him.

Even every step he takes towards the front where you kneel and shiver with his approaching footsteps felt like he was striding towards his death.

His eyes wandered back to the divine sculpture pinned between mismatched panes of colored glasses. Karl's chest tightened before he averted his gaze in favor of paying attention to you.

God wanted his children to live happily and this is one of the things that'll give Karl joy, surely the divine and benevolent God could grant him this one sin.

But seeing the delectable tremble that shook your body after his words, his human desires pushed further front. He wanted to see your reaction, ached for a glimpse of how your cheeks flushed dark in his presence when he crouched in front of you, hand reaching up to pinch your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

There was something addicting with the way you easily surrendered control to him with so much trust made pride swell in his chest, something about the sight of you obediently kneeling with hands splayed on your thighs and staring up at him with wide eyes brimming with desire. A hunger he has grown unnaturally familiar with, befriended it even.

He couldn’t help but wonder if those eyes will retain its warmth and crave for his touch if you ever caught a glimpse of his mind whenever he thought about you.

"Before we start, tell me now if you want to back out, princess."

The rosary hanging from his neck scorched his skin, their round beads digging into his skin like an apparent annoyance. The accessory weighed heavier than any other day when he took it off and held it in his hand, a reminder of his duty as a priest who has made the pledge of Chastity, the same promise he’s about to break for you.

But if a ‘no’ ever escapes your lips, no matter how loud or hushed it is, he’ll be willing to stop in his tracks and move districts.

He couldn’t bear the thoughts of you looking at him with disgusted eyes.

“Darling?”

You let out a shaky exhale. “Yes, Father Jacobs.”

He grinned. “Good girl, now start praying.”

Karl watched as your eyes grew comically wide in shock, cheeks burning in humiliation as you fell to your chest, no doubt ashamed of assuming differently of his words. He held back the urge to laugh, no matter the setting, you never fail to be adorable.

But those worries dissipated once his large hand took yours with urgency and pressed the rosary into your hold.

Of all the hands he’s seen having the accessory hang from during the Sunday masses, he could confidently say that yours is the greatest of all. He wondered how your wrists looked when tied tightly with it.

“You only stop if I tell you to, alright? If you disobey, there will be consequences.”

With a nod, you started muttering your prayers and he went ahead to claim the lone bottle on the counter a few strides away.

"I'll start the baptising now."

But instead of going through the whole ordeal of sprinkling bits of the liquid on you like a proper priest would, he uncapped the bottle and poured its contents on you.

The water is truly holy, he thought as he stared at the sight of you in wet clothing.

You only gasped as the liquid drenched your shirt, sticking into your skin and revealing the bold red lacy bra you wore. The colour complimenting your skin so perfectly it hurts, it pains him that he's not seeing it properly.

"My apologies, the bottle broke. That shirt must be uncomfortable, we can proceed without it."

He went around you with hands cupping your shoulders as he kneeled, giving it a comforting squeeze before he reached around to undo two buttons. Your breath hitched when the collar loosened, he knew deep within that it was from the excitement and arousal yet he couldn’t help but be worried.

Karl would rather die and never see you again than be hated by you after using his power as a priest to force you into agreeing to this.

"Hey, are you sure you want this?"

When you nodded, he poured all the contents of the bottle onto your head, unsatisfied by your response. The fabric is practically translucent against your skin, what a sight you are to behold.

You gasped as the chilly temperature encouraged goosebumps on your skin but he could care less, he needed to hear you say it.

"Words princess. I need to hear them."

"Yes, Father Jacobs."

"Good girl." His words elicited a shiver from you as his hands made quick work of your shirt, shedding it off and tossing it somewhere in front.

The new uncharted skin revealed to him made his breath hitch, feverish and unmarked beneath his fingers, the goosebumps he felt under his touch sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, warmth exploding in his chest at your sigh. Such a perfect little darling for him.

Karl listened to your breathing as he lightly nibbled on your skin, careful not to leave a long lasting mark before drifting down to a more inconspicuous area to suck on.

As much as he wanted Kinoko to know you've been fucked thoroughly tonight, he wasn't sure you'd like the idea like he does.

“Wearing such a promiscuous bra at a church, did you ever plan on repenting for your sins? Or were you hoping that someone would take you home and fuck you like the slut you are?”

“No sir, it's only for your eyes, Father Jacobs.”

He chuckled, pleased. “If it's a present for me, then shouldn’t I unwrap it?”

His pecks turned into open mouthed kisses and soon, he was laving the skin hiding your rapid heartbeat with his tongue. Every sigh you emit sends pleasurable jolts downward and further hardening his length, your every soft moan of his name frying his nerve endings alight, the feelings are intoxicating.

Your sweet, honeyed scent is addicting as it surrounds him and like the addict he is, he drowned in them, letting your perfume momentarily overpower his lust.

even then, he noticed the silence—save for your moans— in the room and swatted your thigh.

"I'm not hearing your prayers missy, don't think I've forgotten that."

If you continued, he didn't even realise. His focus zoned on the feeling of lace under his touch as he touched the hem before unclasping your bra and disposing them somewhere behind him, hands surged to your mounds, grabbing a handful and squeezing it gently. Hard nubs poking his palm, screaming for his attention, urging him to pinch them.

You’re so soft and pliant underneath his touch, surrendering and trusting him with your vulnerability and boy, does it feel good.

He felt like a high schooler who just saw boobs for the first time in his life, a teenager about to cream his pants at the sight of a topless woman. It wouldn’t surprise him if he explodes before even entering you.

"So pretty for me."

As his hands massaged both mounds gingerly in his hold and you sighed, nails digging into your skin as he pulled them before pushing back up to relieve the stings his fingers left.

His fingers soon found your nipples and pinched them between two digits, sending ripples of pleasure in your system as he tugged on them before rolling the hard nubs in different directions.

But you needed more and he knows that from the way you crossed your thighs to close around nothing, attempting to relieve the burn in your inner core, the intense ache between them. Karl watched as your cheeks crudely flushed before he parted you open with his legs wedging in between them.

His long hands trailed down your legs teasingly, dropping to your inner thighs before they caress you up to your knees.

"Father Jacobs, please."

His hands paused at your thighs. "What is it?"

"Touch me please..."

"But I am touching you." His hands dug into your flesh before grabbing onto them with an iron grip, the sting only igniting your core further.

"You know what I mean.."

"I don't, princess. Tell me what do you want?"

Arousal burned your cheeks a deeper red as you desperately grabbed his hand on your inner thigh and dragged them to your itching heat, body trembling when he cupped over your sex.

Karl felt light as you pushed his fingers down on your prominent nub, moaning as you manoeuvre them to circle it, he could feel the fabric grow wetter with every touch and he almost passed out.

The heat radiating off of your clothed folds is enough to drive him crazy, he couldn’t even imagine how he’d react once he breaches your underwear and touches your arousal, revelling in them.

He could feel the burning phantom stare above him, shame curling around his heart as he stared down at your slowly writhing hips. Karl wasn't emotionally affected by his dirty talk earlier but now that he's touching your clit through your panties, the guilt weighing heavily on his heart almost made him run but your voice pulled him down, grounding him

"Touch me here, father."

The corner of his mouth tugged up. "Asking to be finger fucked in front of the lord, aren't you a kinky little slut?"

You nodded feverishly, groaning as you pushed his hand down, mewling at the pressure applied to your clit. The fabric was absolutely drenched in your wetness and Karl almost blacked out.

He didn’t need to hear your words next, his hand pulling the cloth to one side before the other slid down into your folds, brushing over your clenching hole and rising up to press onto your clit. You moaned, hips following the slow swirl of his finger.

Karl wondered what he could do to you, there’s a lot of possibilities and he’s lightheaded at the thought of them.

He could have you trembling from pleasure upon pleasure here on the floor but he could also treat you properly and calmly guide you to your climax. Karl wondered what could satisfy a minx like you.

“Karl please…”

Of course this isn't enough. He slipped two fingers in and you let out a strangled moan at the sudden but welcomed intrusion, back arching when he curled his digit to reach up to the spongy spot continuously that got your hips rising from the floor.

You moaned and panted so sweetly in his ears, hands gripping onto his sleeves as he plunged his two fingers in and out of your cunt at a growing frequency.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

His hand picked up a pace and you mewled, head falling back to his shoulder as your hips rose to meet his thrusts. The wet squelch bouncing off the walls with every thrust of his finger made your cheeks burn from embarrassment but they only goaded him on.

The apparent burning phantom stare now numb to him as he opened your thighs further for his gaze.

Karl felt light at the feeling of your walls clamping around his hand greedily, sucking him in yet also pushing him out, it was maddening. His length ached behind the confines of his pants, desiring nothing but to plunge himself into your heat and die a happy man.

“My little princess is so drenched for me.” He slid another digit into your folds, smoothly joining the already inserted fingers in its increasing pace and you fluttered. “Don't you have any shame for spreading your legs in front of God?”

A slick slap tore a yelp from your throat, the sting lighting your skin aflame before his fingers plunged itself again into your hole with a renewed vigour, the new pace got your knees flinching to close but his legs wedging between them prevented it from shutting and instead opened it further.

You cursed under your breath, hands rising up to massage your breasts, pulling on your nipples as you moaned like a crazy woman in his arms.

Karl watched with bated breath as his hands retracted and reentered your cunt, throat tightening as your walls clamped onto his curling fingers with an iron grip. You were crumbling in his arms and he’s elated, he was enjoying his effect on you, whose body is sensitive and responsive to his every touch.

It was an addictive feeling and he’s obsessed.

“Fa-faster…! Fuck.. Karl!”

"Aren't you ashamed you're being finger fucked in front of the lord, princess?"

You clenched at him as your head shifted in his shoulder, probably to look at the statue above you both before moaning a little louder than before, undeterred by the omniscient eyes possibly watching him pump his fingers in and out of you.

He thrust his fingers in and out feverishly, like his life depended on it. With his legs keeping your thighs firmly open, you had no choice but take it all, hips thrashing wildly and bucking into his fingers. Karl clamped a hand over your mouth as your moans increased in volume, bouncing off the walls of the church.

He was proud he's making you scream but he wouldn't want to wake up any of the sisters nor concern the locals with your screams.

"I-I'm close..!"

"Come for me princess, give it to your darling priest."

The pressure from his palm bumping into your clit along with the rapid thrust of his digits soon got you trembling as hot white flashed behind your closed lids and you came.

You screamed into his palm as your orgasm came without a warning, exploding and lewdly expelling liquid pleasure into the chapel floor before trembling pathetically in his arms, body reduced to the state of euphoria.

Karl retracted his hand with a squelch, raising it to eye level to revel in the wetness fully coating it, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at them drooping down before sucking on his fingers. Your flavour exploded on his tongue and he groaned.

"You taste so fucking good baby. Did so well for me."

Your hands weakly tugged on his pants and he knew what you wanted.

Because he also wished the same.

Soon enough, his pants were tossed somewhere behind him and he was left standing on his boxers. The stiff tent on them immediately caught your eyes and you reached out to free him from the constricting fabric, hand wrapping around his base once he was completely bare.

Karl dared to let his fantasies play in front of him as he watched your hand pump him slowly and you stared at him through your eyelash before kissing the tip of his cock with feigned innocence, he groaned.

What a minx you are.

“Can I taste you, Father Karl?”

“Later, on your back now, princess.”

His hands guided you down carefully, palm splaying onto your abdomen as if your body would break under miniscule of pressure, his words and actions not correlating as he naturally hovered over your body.

There must've been divine intervention when you laid, spread and vulnerable in front of him. The moonlight escaping the huge mirror behind the altar shone perfectly down on your body, highlighting your perky nips and casting shadows on places that made you look more desirable than earlier when you were kneeling.

Karl couldn't help but be thankful that he was rewarded with such a sight in this life.

"You're so pretty."

His head bent down to place a haste kiss on your stomach and your breath hitched. The heat of his breath and the hovering weight of his length on your fold frying your nerve endings aflame as he peppered kisses all over your body.

"Karl, please."

A huge hand entangled themselves with yours, his face hovering on top of you, noses a hair's width. He could feel your exhales on your lips, awakening the butterflies in his stomach as you stared at his lips.

Breathless, he asked. "What do you want, princess? I need to hear it"

"Kiss me please."

You didn't need to ask twice when Karl leaned down to capture yours in a slow dance. Time slowed, all you could feel was the softness and warmth of his skin under your touch and slightly chapped lips caught between yours.

He reached a hand to cup your cheeks, scared that you'll be another dream of his as you nibbled on his lower lip.

You only stopped when breathing became a problem, Karl pulling away first to place kisses between the valley of your breast before he rose to head level, silently asking for permission as he stared deep into your eyes.

No words were said but you understood what he wanted. His eyes reminding you of a begging dog as it stares deep into yours.

With a nod and a trembling exhale at the promise of pleasure he was about to give you, the head of his length parted your hole, walls clenching around him as he entered. A searing heat flooding your folds as you adjusted to his thickness while he carefully inserted himself into you.

His groan rumbled deep in his lungs and ricocheted in the shell of your ears before sending shivers down your spine, the pain of his iron grip on your waist only fueling the burn of lust raging in your veins.

His firm composure shook, eyebrows crunching and eyes closing in unadulterated pleasure just from entering you.

Karl almost passed out, your warmth clamping around his dick so greedily is taking his breath away. Lord forbids he moves, he might come earlier than he'd want to.

God give me strength.

"Relax a little, baby." His thumb found your bundle of nerves and rolled it gingerly in tight cirlces as he slowly pushed all of his inches inside your cunt.

You felt full to the brim. You haven’t had someone as thick as Father Karl before but it was a welcomed change. Your breath stuck in your throat as you adjusted to his length, legs wrapping around his middle as your body decided between keeping him inside and ejecting him.

Karl's head fell to your shoulders, grunting and panting as your walls crazily pulsed around him, crunching his eyes as he focused on something else other than coming earlier than he'd want to.

"I-I'm sorry, it's been a while."

His body shuddered as he struggled to withhold his own climax for you. There’s a sick part of yourself that glowed at the sight of his struggle, small whimpers erupting from his throat as he hid his reddened cheeks from your eyes.

Karl is breathtaking when he’s domineering and demanding but absolutely sinful when he’s panting and embarrassed.

Experimentally, you wound your legs around his lower back and tighten around him. A strangled whine left his lips, the sound sinful yet so sweet as his nails dug into the skin of your waist. "St-stop it."

"Come on, Karl. I wanna see you come."

"F-fuck…!" He weakly exclaimed, his composure faltering as you squeezed harder. “Stop..!”

“But you look so pretty like this.”

You wiggled your hips and he folds, his back falling and rising in quick successions before he pulled out and splattered his hot semen into your abdomen. You couldn’t help but giggle at this. A crisp slap echoed in the room, his hand leaving an angry mark on your left inner thigh.

"You are in so much trouble, young lady."

"Am I really?"

Your teasing chuckle halted in your throat when he plunged three digits into your heat, moving them at a feverish pace, not letting you adjust to the stretch. Your hips rose from the ground from the sudden influx of stimulation, trying to avoid his unforgiving thrust but the firm hold on your waist prevented you from moving away.

A wicked grin spreads on Karl's face as your legs flail around him, heels digging into his thighs and pushing him away but the man relents.

“Stop moving and take it like a good little slut.” He grunted as your nails dug into his biceps, squeezing hard enough to hurt but not to bleed.

Blood rushes up to your cheeks at the name, embarrassingly aroused by it. The stinging pain it brought became the pleasure that ran down to his length, hardening it further. You could only wail in place, his iron grip on your waist unrelenting.

Your body erupted in flames, every vein of your body scorched with the fierceness of pleasure running through them, every collision of his hips into yours sending sparks down your thighs. There was nothing but moans and whines leaving your lips as the coils in your abdomen tightened with every thrust and Karl knew it.

His eyes rose to your lust clouded eyes, down to your bouncing breasts and standing nipples almost begging for his touch before it fell to your cunt sucking him in greedily as you bounced on his cock.

He burned the image of your sex-drunk state at the back of his eyelids, such a sight should be treasured forever.

A sloppy slap echoed in the chapel and your legs closed around his body, his fingers retreats from your hole only to be replaced by his length, immediately lodging himself to the hilt, his head almost nudging your uterus.

"Fuck!"

"That's right baby. This priest is fucking you good tonight."

He folded your legs to your stomach before starting his rampage, pulling out until his head remained before bottoming out in a flash and you screamed as you came apart without warning.

Even with your legs twitching and your sobs increasing in volume, Karl only continued, even daring to speed up. He didn't mind that you're about to leave bleeding scratches on his forearm, if anything, they're proof of this encounter. Something he'll surely remember in his waking days and sleepless nights.

Just like how he carved himself inside you.

You stuttered out incoherent words as he thrusted in and out of you in quick progressions, impatient and rabid. Pleasure and pain intermingled with each other so much your brain couldn't process which one is which as they blurred, deeply cock drunk to w

There was something about how you're letting him witness such a sight, to let him bask in your lust driven state that makes his heart grow.

So trusting and so perfect for him, God himself is truly generous to grant him this opportunity.

"K-Karl, please..! I can't—"

"You can baby, now give me another one."

As if his dick continuously poking your g-spot wasn't enough, his hand moved down to roll your protruding bundle of nerves and you swore you saw fireworks behind your eyelids.

Pleasure flooded and fogged your already sex-addled mind, your own thoughts overshadowed by your own arousal and you screamed. Karl watched your shaking thighs with sadistic glee before the dam broke and you squirt.

Your throat grew hoarse and dry as your climax tore a moan from it. Karl pulled out until the tip and plunged back in, albeit slowly this time, his ears tuned to your incoherent blabbers as he chased his own high.

“I-I can’t anymore.”

His palm felt like spring after a harsh winter when it splayed on your back and rubbed your skin gently, comforting but it did nothing to your shaking legs. “Just a little bit more, princess. Can you do that for me?”

You only hummed a response, there was nothing you could do with weakened limbs and a traitorously hungry cunt despite the stings of pain lashing across it. His groans rumbled deep into your middle.

“Next time, I’ll fuck you properly on a bed, treat you like a princess and a cock sleeve that you deserve. Would you like that baby?”

You nod, tears spilling down your eyes as his hips collided into yours, the promise of a next time lost in your muddled thoughts. It didn't take long before thick strings of his cum flooded into your insides, his own climax triggering yours and your body shook.

Karl couldn’t help but chuckle as your greedy cunt constricts around nothing to keep his seeds from spilling out. Seeing his come ooze out of your pulsing cunt sent tremors down his spine but he has to stop now, you’re already spent tonight.

Later.

He rose to pick your lax figure up from the floor and forced you to sit on the nearest pews before going around the room to pick up your discarded clothes. Karl decided on forgoing his t-shirt to use it to wipe his essence staining the wood and your skin, your wordlessness made him nervous.

You could be still gliding from the state he reduced you to or maybe you were regretting everything, either way, Karl is scared, you could see it in his eyes as he gingerly wiped you down and dressed you up until you gathered the strength to do it yourself.

Laying on the floor indeed gave you back aches and with the weakness of your limbs from your previous endeavours exhausted you incredibly, the comfortable silence of the room only pulling you closer to sleep, something Karl immediately took notice of.

“Did you regret it?”

You cupped his cheeks, keeping his eyes firmly on yours before shaking your head. “No, I don’t.”

“Wanna stay the night?”

“If you promise to let me hog your blankets.”

He grinned, kissing the tip of your nose. “Of course princess.”

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julibeeline · 2 years

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coffee girl 🧁☕️ [karl jacobs]

[karl jacobs x fem!reader]

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“good afternoon, what can I get you today?” she asks, glancing up to who she hoped to be the last customer of the day.

he looks up to see her; his cheeks tinting rosy pink as she made eye contact.

he messes with his hair, running his hands through them, giggling nervously.

“um..fifteen lattes please” he bites his lips hesitantly, as if he did something wrong.

“wait am i your last customer?” he asks frowning. he didn’t want to ruin her night.

she smiles, slightly shaking her head. “that’s not a problem, don’t worry about it. fifteen lattes coming right up.”

as she turns around to leave, he stops her.

“no, no I’ll make that a five.” he giggles.

“thats sweet of you. but I promise that I don’t mind, really.”

“no I insist, five lattes please.”

“alright then, five lattes coming right up.”

he waits in front of the counter, glancing up towards the girl every few seconds. she was really pretty.

“I like your sweatshirt by the way” she says.

“thank you..it’s one of my favorites”

even though her back was turned to him, she could hear the smile in his voice.

his voice, she really, really liked his voice.

his hair, his smile, and his eyes. his eyes that looked like he came out of a tim burton movie.

god, she really, really liked his eyes.

soon, he leaves the store. five lattes in hand; trying to wave goodbye with the other whilst he made sure that he didn’t tilt the lattes. he was smiling too.

it was a mess, and she liked every single part of it.

✦ ♥︎

EPILOGUE

“karl, we told you to get fifteen, why’d you only get five?” jimmy asks, laughing.

“I must’ve heard you wrong, I swear I heard five.” he giggles.

“the latte is really good though” jimmy says, nodding his head.

“yeah I think im gonna start going there more often.”

#karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #mcyt x reader #dream smp

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amor-brooklynn · 2 years

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*^ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞... ^* 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬

𝐜𝐰: 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬), 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞!), 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚), 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝! <𝟑

this was super rushed since i have a ton of homework but this was a great request so i just had to do it as soon as i could ToT

(this was requested from anon <3) this is not proofread, so tell me if i need to fix something! :]

sub!karl jacobs x dom!fem!reader

(im sorry i keep doing fem!reader i just dont have experience with males since im female :')

it had been two long weeks with your new stepbro, in who you thought was a big baby. but damn, was he cute.

yeah, in your defense, he could be a bit childish...and really innocent too... but there was something about him that just pushed you to so close to the edge to ruining him completely. oh the fantasies you had.

tonight was a normal night for your family, your parents being out of the house for who-knows-what, and you and karl just chilling in your rooms all day until dinner. you guys would often end up hanging out in karl's room and watching movies, talking about school and friends, parties, and just life in general for you two. sometimes you would share small, cute intimate moments together, like soft kisses and cuddles on the couch when your parents weren't home.

you would like to make dirty jokes to karl, as you found it amusing to see him try to understand what you meant by them. but you being the little horny, needy human you are, you wanted him. and you wanted him NOW.

like said earlier, your parents weren't home, so you and karl agreed to watch a movie. a movie that you were choosing. and being the little devil you are, you decided to turn on a romantic but spicy movie. well, to... you know... "set the mood."

so, when you sat down next to karl on the fuzzy, soft couch, you had already had the movie ready on the TV.

"so, what's this?" he asked, not moving his eyes away from the TV, but slightly tilting his head towards you.

"a movie. duh." you replied, while grabbing the remote and pressing play.

the first couple minutes were fine, no weird sex scenes and naked women, but you were getting impatient.

"lame." the one word was stretched out as you reached over in front of you to retrieve the remote, forwarding the movie to the 'best' parts.

"what the- why is she screaming? is he hurting her?" karl asked innocently, clearly not knowing what was going on. he was too innocent for his own good.

was too innocent.

"no, karl. he's making her feel good." you answered smuggly and chuckled.

"but she's screaming." he argued back and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"she's screaming out of pleasure." you answered unhesitantly, trying to help him get the hint. does he even know what sex is?

"pleasure??"

you took a minute to contemplate your next move. that's when you had an idea.

"do you want me to show you?" you asked, and turned to look at him, his confused gaze on the movie quickly turned to look back at you.

"show me..? show me what?" he asked and tilted his head slightly.

"show you what i mean by pleasure." you replied as you smirked and stood up.

"um... okay. but i dont know if i trust you." he joked and stood up with you. you reached down and grabbed his hand, pulling him to your room.

once you arrived, you gripped the door handle and pulled the door open, leading karl inside.

you pointed at your light purple bed, that you could have sworn had a light lavender smell, and said, "lay down, okay? i'll be ready in a minute."

you realized that he was extremely tense and nervous. so, you knew it would be better if you took it slow on him first. you heard the soft squeak of your bed when karl laid down, and you turned aroundto face him, slowly taking off your hoodie in the process.

"w-what are you doing?! you c-cant just change in front of me!" karl's face was blanketed in a crimson red, and he covered his face with his hands, turning away quickly.

you giggled at his reaction and walked over to him at the edge of the bed.

"karl, its okay. this is a part of it." you reassured him and tugged off your shorts, now exposed to him with your black lace bra and panties.

he slowly raised his hands off his face and glanced at your body.

"i-i dont see where this is going, y/n..." he stuttered and moved to where he was sitting up instead.

"trust me, you'll see where it goes soon." you whispered lowly, and bent down, slipping your hands into the waistband of his sweatpants, and slowly pulling them down and off his legs.

he didn't say anything out of embarrassment, he just watched you.

you stood back up once more, and instead tugged off his shirt over his head, and it seemed as if he was getting more comfortable.

"is this part of it..? i mean, it just seems a little- well you know- weird because we're technically sibling and we shouldn't be changing in front of each other- a-and i just, i cant just look at women's bodi-" he kept rambling, so you simply shut him up by pulling him into a rough and desperate kiss.

he whimpered softly into the kiss and when you pulled away, he was as stiff as a board.

"w-why did you just-" he cut himself off and made eye contact with you.

you smirked slyly, "we're just getting started."

you were finally stripped down and exposed to each other, and you were positioned on top of karl, making sure that he was absolutely positive he was comfortable.

"karl, be honest with me, are you 100% positive you're not feeling uncomfortable right now?" you asked and caressed his cheek softly.

he nodded and squeezed his eyes shut, prepared for what's about to happen.

you smiled and went down to position his cock at your entrance, before barely sliding the tip in. he whimpered and gripped the bed sheets, he was nervous you could tell.

"hey, it's okay. you're gonna do good for me, baby." you reassured and left a light peck on his lips.

he inhaled sharply and nodded, "i-i'm ready."

you smiled again and this time took in all of his length. he was definitely just a little bit above average, which was enough for you.

he let a breathy moan out and whispered your name, too.

"can i move?" you asked and leaned down to where your head was in the crook of his neck.

"yes- please yes." he said and wiggled a little bit under you out of impatience and excitement.

you started to move your hips up and down on his length, constantly praising him about how good he was doing for you, and how amazing he looked beneath you.

after a couple minutes or so, you started to pick up the pace, skin slapping loudly, and you and karl moaning each other's name over and over again.

"so good for me karl. so so good, behaving like a good boy, hm?" you cooed and left little bite marks on his neck.

"i-i'm a good boy! just for you, m-mommy..." the last word started to die in his throat when he realized what he had said. "w-wait, im so sorry- i really d-didn't mean to, it just kind of came out- i-im sorry, i-it wont happen again!" he apologized and tears started to fall from his eyes from shame and embarrassment.

you slowed down your movements and rested your hand on his cheek. "hey, hey! it's fine, baby. i like that. you should call me that more often actually." you comforted him, and smirked. "i like that name."

you wiped the tears gently from his face and asked, "do you wanna keep going?"

"yes, please. i-im sorry for-"

you lifted your index finger up to his mouth, "you have nothing to be sorry for, love. it's okay." you said and continued moving on him.

your pace quickened rapidly, and you could tell he was close, but he had no idea what was happening, so he didn't know what to say.

"wait wait wait! please stop- please." he begged and you stopped your motions.

"what's wrong..? did i do something?" you asked out of pure concern and he shook his head rather quickly.

"no! i just- i-i dont know. i get this weird feeling and i dont know what it is i- i'm just scared." he answered truthfully and you knew what he meant.

it was awkward to say, but you had to explain it to him one way or another so... "it's called an orgasm, karl."

"what..?"

"it's something that happens when you reach the height of a sexual arousal... um.. and it's also called cumming." you said, looking away out of awkwardness and embarrassment.

he realized you were embarrassed and felt ashamed for asking you a 'dumb' question. but it really wasn't his fault. "i-im sorry mommy... i shouldn't have said anything."

you looked back at him and shook your head, along with a slight giggle. "it's alright, karl. stop saying sorry so much. it's not your fault you didn't know." you reassured and moved just a slight bit on him.

"k-keep going... please." he begged and thrusted his hips up into you a bit, earning a gasp from you.

you threw your head back and sighed in pleasure, bouncing on him once more as he started to thrust his hips along with you.

he raised up his hands and gripped your waist pulling you up and down, not forcefully, but gently, making sure that you both were comfortable.

you were surprised by his actions but also quite prideful.

"f-fuck... karl, gonna cum." you warned and your bounces started to get more rough, same with his thrusts.

"m-mhm! c-can i cum with you, m-mommy?" he moaned out and you glanced down at his teary and desperate eyes and smiled.

"go ahead, baby."

and just like that, he was moaning out your name, thrusting into you one last time before you gently but swiftly got off to get a towel from the bathroom that was located in the corner of your room.

once you had gotten back, he was pretty much already passed out, you could see that he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"i'm gonna clean you up, okay?"

he nodded lazily and leaned his head back against the pillow, as you cleaned him off from his hips down to his thighs, and then pulling up boxers back up on to him. you gave yourself the same treatment.

after you both were cleaned up, including your bed, you climbed over him and laid beside him, cuddling him from behind. you loved this feeling, being able to know that your cuddling him like there is no tomorrow and also knowing that you have achieved what you aimed for the most:

consuming him and corrupting him whole.

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this one was extremely rushed and kind of lazy. im sorry ive just had no motivation recently and work and school suck rn :') but i did try so i hope this is what you were looking for lol. have a great day/night and be you! <3

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