I'm Not Responsible For What I Would Become If I Ended Up Dating This Perfection Of A Superhuman Being.

I'm not responsible for what I would become if I ended up dating this perfection of a superhuman being.

possessive jordan is one of my favourite jordan’s. slightly nsfw.

- keeping you close when they go out to clubs, like you’re attached to their hip. they hold your hand a lot or their hand grazes your back or waist. when you’re dancing they’ll make sure to pepper you with kisses so others know you’re off-limits.

- they like giving hickeys along your neck, collarbones and thighs. preferably where others can see them, but a few only for your eyes.

- jordan likes to glare at anybody looking in your direction. they’ll also butt into any conversation you’re having just to make their presence known.

- they post you on their insta a lot, unafraid to caption them with sayings like “my girl.”

- they secretly love when you purposefully make them jealous. you have to make it up to them when you’re alone.

- while fucking, they like making you beg for them to be inside you. asking you to say “i’m yours, only yours.” before they give you what you’ve been craving. they always finish inside you shortly after.

Uh, yes ? I am in need of their hands on me. That shouldn't be allowed.

tribbing w jordan 🫶 them on top, holding your legs apart so they can grind their hot little cunt against yours. clits kissing. n they're telling you how pretty you look under them, their sweet girl, how good you're being for them letting them fuck you into the mattress. "you feel so good, baby. s'that pretty little pussy gonna cum for me?" leaning forward a little so they can wrap one hand around your throat, "let me feel it. make it messy for us so i can fuck you harder."

That is so true damn 😂

anyone else write better when they are dastardly horny. clit got the fingers zoomin across the keys at maximum efficiency and the spirit of all dicks eve has possessed my body.

More than one actually, I have a big one (a koala bear which smells like my mom), one that I've had since I was born and another bear. Then we have Sahsa the big ass stuffed dog who sleeps with my cat to help her sleep

If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

Oh my god !! *proceeds to squeal like a Guinea pig because why not*

Jordan holding your jaw as they apply chapstick to your cracked, bloody lips, and all you can do is stare into those gorgeous eyes of theirs as you run your tongue along your lower lip, watching Jordan take theirs between their teeth. You've never looked this good with fucking vaseline making your lips all glossy, but Jordan doesn't give a damn as they lean to kiss you, a hand resting at your hip -fingers pressing into your skin- while the other wraps around the back of your neck.

"Feeling any better?" They murmur against your face, laughing when you swat the chapstick out of their hands and swipe a quick kiss on their cheek.

It's Jordan when they're still at number five after Marie explicitly said that they were the real hero fighting Luke.