#I swear I'm such a pathetic simp for this man

[aiza-luna]

Ok everyone... HEAR ME OUT-

Is it just me, or Aiden's face is really squishy?

[yokumirumerafan]

Saiki. K Characters x reader

So I figured there's not enough fic about these cuties, and I should add more interesting shit to my writings cuz they're getting way boring day by day; so here ya'll go (if there's anyone like Merafan on this planet of course who actually simps for these guys and watched the show ;-;)

🧠 SAIKI KUSUO (THE RELUCTANT LOVE INTEREST™)

You somehow manage to get this man flustered despite the fact that he can literally read your thoughts. How?? He has no idea. But every time you look at him with that soft little smile, his brain just goes: "Error. Error. Malfunctioning."

He'll pretend to be unbothered, sipping his coffee jelly while you gush over something cute. But internally? He’s screaming.

You ever think about kissing him? Good luck because this man will literally TELEPORT AWAY before you even finish the thought. One time you tried to surprise him with a hug, and he just blinked out of existence. 💀

"Saiki, be honest, do you like me?" "No." "Okay, so if I start dating someone else—" "You will be vaporized."

The only reason he tolerates his friends dragging you along on their dumb adventures is that you’re the only person who doesn’t actively cause him migraines.

He swears he doesn’t get jealous, but if Teruhashi even thinks about flirting with you, this man will LITERALLY put up a psychic barrier around you. 💀

😎 KAIDO SHUN (THE CHUUNIBYOU BOYFRIEND™)

This man will write you a whole-ass love letter but disguise it as a "coded message from the Dark Reunion." 💀 "My dearest Y/N, the forces of darkness have their eyes on us… but do not fear, for as the Jet-Black Wings, I shall protect you with my very life—" Saiki, reading it telepathically: "You are so embarrassing."

If anyone flirts with you, he will literally step in front of you like: "Hmph… pathetic. Do you not realize you're talking to the lover of the great Jet-Black Wings?" Random guy: "Huh??"

If you ever praise him, his brain short-circuits. "Y/N THINKS I'M COOL. Y/N ACKNOWLEDGED MY POWER. I MUST TRAIN HARDER."

You jokingly call him your "dark knight", and this man DOES NOT SHUT UP ABOUT IT FOR A WEEK.

💪 NENDO RIKI (THE HIMBO KING™)

Nendo has exactly three brain cells, and all of them are dedicated to loving you.

He will just randomly give you gifts. A rock? A slightly squished sandwich? His left shoe? "Here ya go, babe. Thought of ya when I saw this."

Once tried to carry you everywhere like a princess. Saiki had to telepathically stop him before he threw out his back.

Calls you the goofiest nicknames like "sugar nugget" or "love muffin". You cannot stop him. Ever.

He 100% thinks holding hands = engaged and has ALREADY planned your wedding in his head.

💁 TERUHASHI KOKOMI (THE QUEEN OF "OH?!"™)

She was used to everyone falling at her feet, but when you treated her like a normal person, she was like: "HUH??? EXCUSE ME???"

But now she’s obsessed with you because you actually like her for who she is, not just her looks. She’s literally blushing and twirling her hair every time you speak.

She tries to act like the perfect "goddess," but you’ve SEEN her lose her cool, and she’s mortified. One time, she stubbed her toe and went "GAH, SON OF A—" in front of you and almost DIED from embarrassment.

Gets jealous so easily. Some rando smiles at you? She’s already plotting their downfall while keeping her angelic smile on.

"Oh?~ You like someone else?" Cute giggle *"Haha, just kidding" but she’s gripping her glass so hard it’s about to shatter.*

👓 AIURA MIKU (THE CHAOTIC BESTIE/GF™)

She LOVES teasing you. Randomly leans in all close like she’s gonna kiss you, then pulls away last second like "Oops, did I make your heart race?~"

"Babe, lemme do a fortune reading for our love life!" And then she rigs it so it says you’re soulmates. 💀

If she sees someone getting too friendly with you, she just slides in like "Hiiiii, babe~ who’s this?" and stares them down.

Random late-night dates where she just texts you: "Meet me outside in 5, don’t ask why." Then you end up at some beach looking at the stars while she cuddles you like "Told ya this would be fun~".

👔 TORITSUKA REITA (THE WALKING RED FLAG™)

This man SIMPS for you so hard but in the most CRINGE way possible.

Sends you texts like "Hey babe, wanna see me do a kickflip? 👀" and then immediately texts "nvm broke my ankle."

Tries to show off, but it backfires every time. Like, he’ll be like "Hey Y/N, watch this!" and then trip over his own feet.

If you call him handsome ONCE, he will NEVER LET IT GO. "So you think I’m hot? 👀 Don’t worry, babe, you can admit it."

The only time he’s ACTUALLY useful is when ghosts are involved. Otherwise, he’s just your dumbass fanboy boyfriend who worships the ground you walk on.

⚔️ KUBOYASU AREN (THE EX-DELINQUENT HIMBO BF™)

This man is the definition of "I am a reformed man… but I WILL still throw hands if necessary."

He tries to be a soft, chill boyfriend, but if someone so much as looks at you funny, his delinquent instincts activate. "Babe, I swear I’m different now—" "Aren, put the bat down." "…No."

Blushes SO easily. You grab his hand? Red. You kiss his cheek? Red. You call him "cute"? DEAD.

One time you joked about liking "bad boys," and he got SO TORN between staying reformed and going back to his delinquent era just to impress you. 💀

He’s the type to act all tough, but the moment you do anything remotely affectionate, he melts. "I ain’t some soft romantic guy." "You literally held my hand and skipped down the street yesterday." "…Shut up."

Protective AF. Like, he’s trying SO HARD to be a good boy, but if he ever sees someone bothering you, he has to physically restrain himself from roundhouse kicking them into next week.

Loves dumb couple stuff but refuses to admit it. Matching hoodies? "That’s lame." (He’s already wearing it.) Holding hands under the table? "Unnecessary." (His grip tightens when you try to pull away.)

He texts you the most contradictory things: "Babe, I’m a man of honor. I don’t do cute pet names." [5 minutes later] "Good morning, sunshine muffin 💖."

One time Nendo flirted with you as a joke, and you had to PHYSICALLY HOLD AREN BACK before he drop-kicked him across the classroom.

Gives you his jacket 24/7. Even if you’re not cold, even if he’s the one freezing, you’re wearing his jacket because that’s just how it is.

If you get hurt, he PANICS. "IT’S JUST A SCRATCH, AREN—" "WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL."

Dumbass delinquent love language: Will ruffle your hair aggressively as a sign of affection but then complain when you do it back.

Randomly confesses again even though you’re already dating. Like, you’ll just be chilling, and he’s like "Hey. Just so you know… I love you, alright?" as if you forgot. 😭

Secretly a huge cuddle bug. But only when no one else is around. Will literally trap you in his arms and be like "You’re mine now. No escape."

Tell me if this was good <33

[disastersareajoy]

dude i read ur cunt drunk thomas fic on ao3 and i love how u write. i ran to ur tumblr bc i was wondering if u wrote msub x femdom reader stuff...... i love love love thomas, bubba, vincent and especially jason. if ur interested please please write about jason .... but any of them wuld b a treat!!!!! like. edging and overstim and emotional stuff i like my men pathetic and vulnerable. its cute. lol. oh and pegging too if thats ur thing..... honestly it doesnt even have to be outright femdom if theyre super needy and generally desperate and sensitive.....

thinking about being super intimate w them makes my heart huuuurt bc theyre so insecure and love wuld overwhelm them.... its such a big step for them its cute ouuggughkhh. i need to take care of them. help . um u dont have to reply to this im embarrassed lol. but i love how u write........ i have notifications on. heh

Ooooh anon, you wonderful motherfucker! This ask hit me so hard with motivation and inspiration that I wrote it all in two days. I desperately wanted to include some pegging in this, but I ended up getting so lost in the fun of going through how this dynamic developed, and all the moments that were significant. Rest assured though dear anon, I will absolutely be revisiting this dynamic with some good and proper pegging!

Considering how long it's taking me to get to other asks (apologies to the people that have sent one and I haven't filled it yet, I'm working on it I swear!) it took me way off guard that this one specifically just lit a fire under me.

Thank you so much for sending this request, anon, and I hope you enjoy!!

FLOWERS

Sub!Jason Voorhees x Fem!Dom!Reader

~ 11.1k words

Tags: semi slow burn (it's technically a slow burn but kinda skipped through to the Good Parts), fluff & smut, growing relationship, sweetness, acts of service, Dom/Sub dynamics, masturbation, voyeurism, flustered Jason, semi clothed sex, hand job, first time blow job, dirty talk, so much praise, mutual masturbation, orgasm delay (edging), overstimulation, cowgirl position, p-in-v sex, first time (for Jason), fingering, wet and messy, breeding kink (creampies), squirting, multiple orgasms, aftercare

Getting Jason to accept any sort of affection, even the most innocent kiss to the cheek, took a while. At first, he'd only stay with you for short minutes while you tried offering him food or drink, looking for any sort of response, before he'd slip out the door again. 

Then he slowly started showing up more, even sitting down with you after you insisted he needed some time off his feet. He seemed more present and more like he was actually understanding and processing what you were saying to him. 

You were rambling most of the time, talking enough for the both of you, when you mentioned wanting to plant some flowers in your front yard.

“I know it seems silly, what with living in a secluded cabin in the woods, there are already so many pretty flowers and beautiful nature around. But I want this house to actually look like my own, you know?” 

He stared at you blankly from behind the hockey mask, and you took it to mean resounding agreement. 

“I was thinking something blue. Blue flowers always look so sweet.”

A few days later you hadn't seen Jason again and had to remind yourself not to worry. A man of his size and stature in these woods would be perfectly fine. 

Then one morning, you walked out of your house for a quick stroll and were met with a small bundle of various blue flowers sitting by your front door. 

When Jason suddenly appeared again that evening and sat with you while you ate dinner, still silently watching you rather than even glancing at the plate you had enthusiastically put in front of him, the bundle of flowers stood in a vase between you on the table. 

You had seen him spot them when he walked in, saw how he froze momentarily, and how his eyes widened behind the mask before he finally took another step into the house. 

You didn’t acknowledge the flowers with words and simply let the fact that you had them on display speak for itself. 

That turned out to be the right decision. 

A few days after the first bundle, Jason left another one by your door. That evening, you thanked him for them as he spotted them now standing in a vase on the table, and Jason froze once more, except this time his eyes stayed wide. His gaze switched back and forth between you and the flowers enough times for you to become mildly concerned. 

Before you could say something and ask if you had done something wrong, Jason turned around and marched right back out of the door he came through, stalking through your garden and disappearing in the bushes and trees on the other side. 

You questioned yourself for days afterwards, spending your afternoon and evenings in the garden, trying to spot him through the trees because you were sure he was watching you, and could feel his eyes on you.

But for a man of his size, he was remarkably good at staying unseen.  

When he turned back up at your door, knocking just once against the glass of the door into the garden, you pulled back the curtains to find him standing there with his eyes cast down to the floor and in his hands a bundle of freshly picked flowers. 

You ushered him inside excitedly and talked about how worried you were for him when he didn’t show up, how happy you were he was back, and how grateful you were for the flowers. 

That night was the first time Jason picked up the plate of food you had put down in front of him again and took it with him when he disappeared back into the woods. 

After that, he would join you every evening and take his plate with him, returning the empty one from the night before. 

You remembered the day that you first gave Jason some form of physical affection. 

It was after a couple days of him not showing up. You had heard screams in the woods at night and been terribly scared for him. When he walked through the bushes in the middle of the day and suddenly stood in your garden as you were tending to your growing vegetables, you couldn’t stop yourself. 

You ran at him and only slowed down marginally before you stood in front of him, put your hands on his shoulders, and stretched onto your tiptoes to press a soft kiss against his mask where his cheek would be. 

With your face so close to his, you could hear the sharp intake of breath behind the mask, and smiled at him.

“I was so worried,” you said softly. “I’m glad you came back to me whole.”

Jason stayed until the late hours that day, periodically staring out of the large windows facing your garden, scanning the trees and bushes. 

He wouldn’t usually stay very late. Whenever you brought up the idea of him staying the night, he would take a step away from you and look at you with surprised and slightly panicked eyes, and he would give the softest shake of his head.

You decided to drop the subject until it became colder outside and you couldn't just not say something.

“I don’t want you to freeze out there, okay? It’s really cold. Especially at night!”

But Jason would insist in the one way he could without words — He’d walk out of the door and leave you with a cold breeze blowing in. 

Eventually there was one evening you had managed to get him to sit on the couch with you.

You had relaxed into the cushions and talked to him about your day and thoughts for a long time, afraid that when you stopped talking he’d leave you alone again. 

But the tiredness caught up with you and your words came out slower and quieter, your eyes slipped closed and you slid down the couch further. 

Your head rolled to the side and softly landed on Jason’s shoulder as you happily drifted off to sleep. 

Unbeknownst to you, the behemoth in question was sitting stockstill and frozen next to you, breathing shallow and quieter than usual, not wanting to wake you up as well as panicking. 

He felt embarrassment clawing its way up his throat, shame following close after. He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn't be letting this happen. 

Jason thought of all those indecent people out in these woods, the camp councillors hiding in the trees to rut against each other with panting breaths, the teenagers using an old lookout platform as their personal make-out spot. 

He couldn’t let you become as defiled as them. 

But then he thought about your sweet smile, the way you would greet him every day as if he was someone you looked forward to seeing again, how you would put the pretty flowers in little vases and keep them until they started looking a bit drab and then hung them to dry out.

He thought about that soft kiss you pressed against his cheek months ago, how you had gone all red and pulled him inside to tell about how worried you had been and what you had gotten up to while he was gone. 

Jason liked you, a soft fondness for you growing in his chest that he couldn’t deny much further, but also couldn’t bring himself to act on, not wanting to drive you away and still too ashamed to take the first step. 

But he didn’t have to. He just had to give you enough of a sign to show you that he wanted you to take the next step. 

That night, Jason sat beside you with your head on his shoulder as you slept and didn’t move a muscle. He kept you steady and comfortable through your sleep and didn’t make a single sound. 

When you stirred the next morning and lifted your head still groggy from sleep, you were startled to see him sitting next to you. 

“Oh my, I thought you would have left. Did you stay here all night?”

Jason looked at you and nodded slowly, like he was unsure of the movement but willing to try. 

You had to hold back from jumping in his lap right that second and covering that hockey mask with more kisses than he could count. Instead, you put your hand on his and smiled at him happily before suggesting breakfast. 

You fixed both of you a plate and went off for a quick shower. 

When you came back his plate was empty and he was gone. 

But he returned that evening with more flowers than you had vases for and let you ask questions, gave small but significant responses with a nod or shake of his head. You were mesmerized and felt your chest grow warm with affection for him. 

It became a routine that you would put your hands softly on his shoulders or arms and press a kiss to his masked cheek before he disappeared again. 

After that, everything went faster. Still not fast by any means, but fast by Jason’s standards.

With the growing feelings from both of you came other feelings too.

You’d catch yourself staring at him for longer than necessary, eyes lingering at his big arms and thighs, the expanse of his chest and how the fabric of his clothes stretched over it.

Late nights when Jason had slipped back into the forest were spent with you in the shower or on your bed, stretched out and mewling his name with your fingers tucked between your legs. 

You had long since thrown out the idea that even when Jason left he was watching you, and blamed the feeling of eyes on you on all the windows and dark trees lurking outside.

After a while you got used to it, utterly unaware that right outside your window Jason stood hidden in the shadows, guarding your house and you with a straining hard on in his pants that he didn't know to do something about, and a dark blush heating his face under the mask as he heard you moan his name and gasp your way through your second orgasm that night. 

You never let the more lustful thoughts and feelings towards Jason show though. It wasn’t farfetched to think that with how Jason had reacted to your more innocent suggestions, you letting your deep desire for him show might actually make him run away again. Without coming back. 

And that was something you wouldn’t be able to handle. 

The decision of hiding your growing neediness for him from Jason was taken from you a couple weeks after you had made it. 

Like every day, you found flowers in the morning again. But this time, standing in your bright living room surrounded by flowers in various stages of drying, as you felt the familiar feeling of intense fondness wash over you, deep admiration and something you were too scared to name yet, you felt something else too. 

A deep and carnal desire. Suddenly, what you usually waited until the dark of night for couldn’t be ignored and after placing the new bundle of flowers in a vase, you threw yourself onto the couch and slowly slid your hand down your chest and between your thighs. 

You sighed at the first soft slide of your fingers over your clothed cunt, even the lightest touch making you burn up and grow warm all over. 

Without taking your underwear or even your clothes off, you slipped your hand below the waistband of your panties and started playing with your clit in slow movements, wanting to enjoy the pleasure to its fullest 

Since you lived alone in the woods without any close neighbors, you had the habit of leaving the curtains in your home always open, not expecting anyone to be walking down the path to your home. Even your mail was delivered to the local post office where you would pick it up. 

So as you laid on the couch with your legs spread apart and your hand in your underwear, you didn’t think the open curtains and garden door were going to pose a problem. 

You hadn’t even thought of them when you laid down and you most certainly didn’t start thinking about them after, too busy providing yourself with the slow pleasure of your own fingers on your cunt drawing slow circles and making your head fall back over the edge of the cushions. 

Though upside down, clear in your view were flowers — red and pink hanging by the door, blue and yellow standing on various surfaces. Warmth filled you all over again and you sped up your movements, your eyes slowly slipping closed. 

While you were floating on your pleasure, outside in your garden stood Jason. He had walked over wanting to hear your voice, and hadn't been able to wait until the evening again, when he saw you bring in the flowers he had left for you that morning. 

He watched happily as you walked the white flowers over to the vase on your coffee table and placed them there. Jason was about to make himself known to you when you suddenly dropped to the couch and spread your legs.

Jason stood, staring at you through the open door, frozen where he was in the middle of your garden, and watched as you started playing with yourself. He was blushing under his mask and his cock gave a determined twitch in his pants as he was suddenly painfully hard. 

The way he could see your hand move under the fabric of your pants, but had no idea what you were actually doing, mesmerized him and flustered him in equal measure. 

Then he saw you open your eyes, stare at the flowers around your home, the ones he had brought you, and throw your head back with a whining moan, and he was done for. Any hope of his self-control staying strong and finding a way to peel his eyes off of your form flew out of the window. 

He had heard you do this plenty of times through cracked windows at night, but seeing you now was different, better. He had the beautiful view of your mouth hanging open and letting out hypnotising sounds, your throat stretched from how your head was leaning back, and how your back arched off the couch as you got louder and your moans breathier. 

Your legs started to shake as you got closer to your orgasm, your lips trying to form words of desperation as you felt it building in your stomach. 

Finally, you let your head roll forward and to the side, looking at the white flowers you had just placed on the coffee table, the reason you had become so desperate to feel pleasure in the first place, when you spotted a figure in your line of sight right behind the flowers in the garden — Jason. 

Suddenly the knot in your stomach snapped and fell apart, releasing waves of pleasure to wash over you, drowning you in your release, and making your legs snap shut around your hand as they shook and your hips twitched helplessly. 

With your orgasm came a loud moan as your brain was finally able to settle on just one word to form, and you moaned out Jason’s name followed by mewling gasps and surprised whines, your eyes still glued to the man in question before they rolled back and closed.

As you started coming back down from your orgasm and regained the ability to think of something other than finally crossing that fish line, your eyes snapped open and over into your garden. 

To your surprise Jason was still standing there silently staring at you, his eyes moving over your body before stopping at your hand, the one you had just pulled out of your underwear that was still covered in your release and glistening in the sun. 

“Jason, I—,” hearing his name out of your mouth again, this time said normally and not moaning so loud it had made him tremble where he stood, snapped Jason out of the trance he was in, and he walked backwards to the treeline and disappeared between them. 

You sighed and decided to figure out how to solve that later after you finished cleaning yourself up, though your mind wandered to how you could have sworn you had seen a distinct bulge in Jason’s pants and what could have happened if he hadn’t ran, if you could have invited him in. 

That evening you didn’t expect to see Jason again. You thought he would stay away for a couple days, maybe even weeks, and then come back pretending none of that afternoon ever happened. 

To your surprise and delight, when you finished cooking your dinner you turned to find Jason standing sheepishly in the door from your garden, looking anywhere but directly at you. 

You invited him in like nothing happened, sat down with him and talked about everything you did that day besides what he saw. 

Eventually you walked over to the couch, pulling Jason along with you, except he froze when you sat down. He stared at you with wide eyes behind the hockey mask until you reached up to grab his hand and softly pulled him down to you. 

Jason went where you led him and sat down next to you, much closer than he usually would and continued staring at you. 

“You okay, big guy?” 

Jason nodded and you held back from jumping for joy that the slowly built and earned communication between you wasn’t lost afterall. You hadn’t fucked this up. 

You hadn’t planned on talking about what happened, assumed Jason wouldn’t want to, though part of you was itching to apologize, when you felt a hesitant touch on your hand. 

Jason had reached over and slowly trailed his finger over the back of your hand, the same one you had touched yourself with earlier. 

A soft blush crept up your neck and over your face, warming you slowly. 

“Have you seen me do— that before?” You asked it softly, so quiet you thought he didn’t hear you when he showed no movement. 

Then you saw him shake his head slowly before he paused, lifted his hand from yours to your face and slid his fingertip over your ear.

“You’ve heard me?”

A nod. 

“How?” You could assume how he heard you, you had a tendency to keep your bedroom window cracked open for the forest noise, even at night, but you wanted him to confirm. 

Jason thought for a moment before he lowered his hand back to yours and drew patterns. 

It took you a second to realize what he was doing, slowly spelling a word on the back of your hand, and you held your breath. 

Window.

You let out a breathless laugh, “Yeah, I keep that open, don’t I?”

He nodded again, eyes dropping from yours to your hand and then suddenly back up to you again, slightly widened like you had caught him doing something he shouldn’t. 

Jason’s eyes kept moving like he had suddenly lost all control of them, from your eyes back to your hand, to your chest, down over your stomach and to your legs before going back up to your thighs and between them. When he looked back into your eyes, still with that wide embarrassed look, you smiled at him slowly. 

“Did you like watching me?”

His gaze dropped back to your thighs as Jason nodded quickly. Cute.

Then you said something that you hoped would end well, unable to stop yourself to overthink it.

“Do you want to watch me again?”

Jason’s eyes snapped up at you in surprise before he nodded slowly. You smiled at him even wider and put your hand on his chest to softly push him to the other end of the couch.

Then you got up and reached under the skirt you were wearing to pull your panties down, and let them fall to the carpet where Jason’s eyes followed them until you sat back onto the couch.

“Ready?”

Jason nodded quickly and watched as you slowly spread your legs and laid back so he would have the perfect view. You pulled the fabric of your skirt up your legs and revealed yourself to him.

Time stopped for a second as you heard him suck in air and hold his breath before releasing it in a deep sigh. Then you moved. 

Your hand slid down your stomach and your thigh before going back up where you slowly let it drift closer to your core. When you brushed over yourself you made sure to keep the touch light, wanting to tease the both of you and not have this end too soon, because you knew that with Jason’s eyes on you like this you would be far quicker to finish. 

When you finally allowed yourself to properly touch, you sighed in pleasure as your fingers slid over your wet cunt. Jason breathed heavily where he sat, wide eyes staring at your fingers and your pussy, taking in as many details as he could, trying to commit them all to memory. 

A distant part of him thought that this was wrong and dirty, but then he remembered all the flowers and slow courting he had done and he started to think that maybe, this was simply part of the inevitable conclusion to that thing between you two. 

So he chose to enjoy the view even if he was unable to stop the burning warmth creeping up his neck and warming his face. 

You were still rolling your finger over your clit when you looked between Jason’s legs and saw a sizable bulge tenting his pants. The sight made you moan and speed up your movements. 

“Enjoying yourself?” You grinned and watched as Jason frantically nodded. 

His hands laid at his sides where he balled them up into fists before releasing the tension over and over again. You were tempted to tell him to touch himself but knew that he wasn’t ready for participating yet. 

Instead, you let your fingers slip down to your entrance, gathering the wetness that was dripping out of you and using it to rub over your clit in steadily faster and more desperate movements. 

Your moans and whines mixed with the sound of your cunt and Jason’s breathless panting in the quiet evening air. 

“I was hoping you were listening to me,” you started when the effort of holding back your words became too much. “I imagined you exactly like this, sitting and watching me.”

Jason made a noise close to a whine and you knew it was the right thing to say. It was probably too soon to mention how badly you wanted his hands to be the ones gliding over your skin, playing with your body and making you moan his name, so you decided to keep that part to yourself. 

But you kept talking. Told Jason how much you loved that he had listened to you, how you would happily let him watch like this every time if only he asked, how good he was being to keep his eyes between your thighs like he was. 

That specifically made him whine again, a broken and needy sound that catapulted you close to your orgasm immediately. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna come soon,” you gasped and focused your attention on your clit, drawing quick patterns over it that never failed to drive you closer to orgasm. 

You slid down on the couch and spread your legs further as they started to shake. Whether or not Jason knew what an orgasm was you didn’t know, but he definitely understood that something was about to happen because as soon as those words slipped out of your mouth, he was leaning forwards and stared at your face. 

His eyes flicked back and forth between your face and your pussy as if he didn’t know what he’d rather look at. 

“Look at me,” you said, much more commanding than you planned, but Jason immediately followed your instructions and looked into your eyes. 

Words of praise stumbled out of your mouth as you lost all manner of control, so close to your orgasm that your fingers were losing their rhythm. 

When you finally fell over the edge it was with a loud moan. Your eyes closed as the dam broke and you fought to keep your legs open through the shaking and the twitching hips. 

As soon as your eyes had slid closed, Jason’s gaze followed the line of your body, how you were shaking and squirming, arching your back and still moving your fingers between your thighs. 

He watched as your pussy clenched around nothing and steadily dripped down onto the couch where a wet spot was visible. 

He was fascinated with how much enjoyment it seemed you got out of this and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. 

The pleasure morphed into overstimulation and you brought your movements to a stop with a shaky sigh. You opened your eyes and looked at Jason with a smile, “You can watch whenever you want, big guy.”

Over the next few weeks you realized how dangerous of a promise that was. Nearly every day Jason would reach over to grab your hand and draw a question mark on the back with his calloused fingertip. After a while he switched to an even more direct approach and grabbed our hand before slowly pulling it between your thighs. 

It made you giggle every time and you happily obliged, freeing your lower body of clothes and spreading your legs for him to watch you play with yourself. 

Every time you noticed the bulge in Jason’s pants, and every time he did nothing about it. At first you thought maybe he was just waiting for you to tell him it’s okay for him to seek pleasure too, but even when you did he would just tilt his head at you and continue watching. 

It was still a good time but you started to feel bad for the guy since he was clearly aroused and in need of some relief. 

Then one night, as you were laying in bed and thinking about how to encourage Jason, you realized that maybe he wasn’t doing anything because he didn’t know what to do.   

So the next evening when Jason appeared by your garden door again you went about your routine like usual. Sitting and eating with him, leaving his plate on the table where he would pick it up on his way out when he left again, talking to him about your day and where you had put that morning’s flowers. 

Eventually, when you sat on the couch together again, Jason reached over with steady movements and grabbed your hand. Before he could pull it between your own thighs again you stopped him. 

“I want to try something new, big guy,” you said softly. “Okay?” 

He considered you for a moment before he nodded and his grip around your hand relaxed. 

You positioned him back at one end of the couch, closer to laying down than the sitting he usually did. 

“You can stop me anytime, okay? Just tap my shoulder like this,” you tapped your finger against his clothed leg twice in quick succession and waited for Jason to repeat the action on your shoulder, making you smile at him. “Good.”

“I noticed that when you watch me you get hard, but you don’t do anything.”

Jason tilted his head at you again and you held back a small giggle. 

“I wanted to show you what I imagined you’d do. At the same time as me,” you said softly and slowly placed your hands on his knees. 

Jason breathed in a sharp breath as you settled properly on the couch and spread his thick legs just enough to fit between them. 

Your hands slid up over the fabric and stopped at his hips before sliding back down again. 

“Remember, you can make me stop anytime,” you made sure to tell him again as your hands drifted to the front of his pants the next time you reached his hips.

To your delight you were met with an already forming bulge and smiled to yourself. 

Slowly you found the button on his pants and started undoing them. When you pulled the fabric back you were surprised to see Jason’s bare hips.

No underwear, huh. 

With a deep breath you pulled his pants down over his hips enough to free his cock. But you weren’t looking at it yet, your eyes staring at Jason’s face to see how he would react. His eyes were opened wide and glued to your hands, his breath already coming out fast and panting. 

Assured that Jason wasn’t uncomfortable you looked down and — You hadn’t realized how accurate your nickname for him had been. 

“Fuck, big guy, you’ve been holding out on me,” you giggled and and looked at how Jason’s cock twitched at your words. 

His cock laid heavy on his hip, long and so thick you gulped equally in excitement and anticipation, his tip red and wet with precum already. You could swear you could see how his cock pulsed in the rhythm of his heartbeat as it filled out more, not yet fully hard but quickly getting there. 

Saliva started pooling in your mouth at just the thought of tasting him as you let your eyes wander to his balls, resting below his cock and looking full and like he was ready to burst any second. 

You decided that if Jason ended up spilling his load the moment you touched him, you wouldn’t be mad at all, you’d be excited. As Jason whined and panted above you at just your eyes on his cock, you got the overwhelming urge to make the man melt under you. 

You wanted to see how many noises you could have him make, how different touch and sensation would make him react, how long he would last and if it was longer or shorter when you talked him through it. 

Jason shifted his hips helplessly and it snapped you out of your trance. 

“Sorry big guy, just— Fuck, you’re really something,” you said under your breath and slowly reached out with your hand to softly trail your fingertip over his cock, starting at the base and sliding to the tip. 

Jason’s breath hitched in time with your movement and you took it as a good sign. 

His hands were laying on the couch, trying to dig in and hold onto it which made you smile again. 

You kept the movement of your finger steady, up and down over and over again. Only when Jason let out a small groan did you reward him by wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, “Good.” 

Jason held his breath for a couple seconds before letting out a loud sigh and tensing his thighs minutely. 

“It’s really simple, big guy,” you said as you started slowly moving your hand up and down Jason’s cock. “Up and down.”

When you reached his tip you tried gathering as much of his precum as possible on your hand to make the glide smoother and more pleasurable. Judging from the strangled gasp that came from behind Jason’s mask, you were succeeding. 

“You can take your time with it,” you kept up the slow pace for a few more strokes before you quickened the pace, “Or you can speed it up a bit.” 

The smile on your face widened when Jason gasped once more and his hips twitched slightly. “Faster it is,” you mused. 

On every up stroke you started more noticeably swirling your palm or your thumb over the tip of Jason’s cock, wiping up the steady flow of precum leaking out until you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. 

“I’ll show you something else too, but it’s not something you can do yourself. It’s something you’ll need me for.” 

Jason nodded enthusiastically and watched with wide eyes as you slid down to lay down more between his thighs, smiled up at him one last time and then opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to slide it all the way up his cock like your finger did previously, from base to tip. 

Except this time you knew neither of you could handle much more teasing, so you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked slowly, sliding your tongue over it. Above you, Jason made a noise somewhere between a whine and a groan and you delighted in the feeling that washed over you when you heard it.

You wanted to hear more of that. 

So you started moving your mouth up and down Jason’s cock in the same rhythm as your hand had just a moment ago, and he made more noises. He let out more whines and groans, tried more desperately to hold onto the couch as you moved and kept your rhythm, sucking him down until he reached the back of your throat, sliding up where you swirled your tongue over his tip and then sucking him down all over again. 

On a particularly good downstroke Jason bucked his hips and the tip of his cock slipped into your throat for a short moment. The sensation made Jason curl in on himself a little with a loud groan that made your eyes roll back into your head. You knew with his size you wouldn’t be able to take all of him on your first try, but you had an idea. 

You pulled off of Jason’s cock and ignored his noise of desperate protest to wrap your hand back around him tighter than before and started stroking him again, faster than before. 

“C’mon big guy, I’m done teasing you and drawing this out,” you purred in a low voice. 

“You can let go for me. I want to feel it.”

The merciless rhythm you had set for him showed results quickly when Jason’s hips started moving with your strokes as if he as trying to fuck into your hand. 

An idea for another time.

You kept talking to Jason, “There you go sweetheart, bet that feels good, huh?” 

Jason responded with a long groan and nodded frantically. The pace was easy enough for you to set, especially because it didn’t take long for Jason to start shaking and snap his eyes up at you with a slightly panicked and confused look. 

“Feel like something’s happening, big guy?” He nodded quickly and squirmed more on the couch. You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his bare hip.

“Let it happen, I promise it’ll feel good.”

Just as you finished speaking you lowered your head again, grabbed one of Jason’s hands to put it in your hair, wrapped your lips back around his cock and sank down until he slid into your throat as far as you could handle for now. 

With just a couple inches of him still outside of your mouth you swallowed around Jason’s pulsing cock when he suddenly got very quiet and then loud. 

He growled and groaned through his orgasm, shooting ropes of come straight down your throat. He held onto your hair and bucked his hips up into the warmth of your throat as he kept coming so much you had to pull off him a bit to breathe, his release filling your mouth instead where you could taste him and moan around him. 

Spit mixed with his come leaked out of the sides of your mouth, dripped down your chin and onto his hips.

It took a while for Jason to stop coming, let alone come back down from the mind numbing high he experienced, but when he did, he pulled his hand out of your hair and did something you didn’t expect— He pulled you off of his cock and on top of him with a happy noise, pressed his mask against the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you to keep you laying on his broad chest. 

That night marked the first time that Jason stayed the night. Well, the first time he stayed the night inside your house rather than standing outside and guarding your window. 

It also marked the beginning of you masturbating in front of each other frequently and enthusiastically.  

Whenever Jason requested to watch you again, he would wait for you to tell him to touch himself too and then pull out his cock and join you. 

At first he still relied heavily on you talking him through it, his movements unpracticed and uncoordinated but determined to get there for you. Which he did every time.

He would finish before you, both because he was still far too sensitive whenever he touched himself, and because you would always encourage him to come as soon as he showed signs of being close. 

But after a while of this, watching each other get off and staying the night, he became more practiced, learned how to stop himself from finishing too soon, when to slow down and just watch, when to speed up. He learned how to listen to the strings of praises that always fell off your lips while you watched him without them immediately forcing him close to orgasm, and soon he was outlasting you. Watching you shake and moan and whine his name as you came and waiting for you to lean over him and talk him through it again or take over for him completely.

With time he also became more comfortable with letting you pin his hands down when you stroked his cock, pushing his hips into the sheets while you took more and more of him down your throat until you could take it all and still look up at him through wet lashes. 

You moved your little adventures into the bedroom so you could lay your head on his chest and hear his slow, heavy breathing as you drifted off to sleep. 

Jason would stay awake next to you, keeping an eye on you throughout the night, stroking your hair and pulling you close when you moved away in your sleep. 

Then one day when you pulled him into the bedroom for your nightly fun, he didn’t let you settle on the other side of the bed but pulled you on top of him instead and bucked his hips up into you, looking away sheepishly. 

“Oh,” realization dawned on you. “You want to be inside me there? Have sex?”

Hearing the words out loud made Jason burn up under the hockey mask again, still not looking at you when he slowly nodded. 

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his mask before slipping down his legs to get his pants open. When his cock sprang free he was already half hard and throbbing in your hands.

After a couple strokes of your hand you sat back on his thighs and admired his leaking cock as you pulled your shirt up over your head, your bra following quickly after. 

The first time Jason had seen your tits he had  spent the whole night with his hands on them, learning how to squeeze and grope, and how to pull on your nipples in a way that made you properly moan. 

So when your tits were free his hands immediately lifted to play with them as you did your best to quickly get your panties and skirt off. The fact that Jason still had all of his clothes on and you didn’t wasn’t really a problem for you. You respected his discomfort around entirely removing his clothing, and it kind of got you going that he was still completely dressed. 

When you were naked you grabbed one of Jason’s hands and slipped it down between your thighs. That had been a fairly recent development and probably what made him want to be inside you properly in the first place. 

You had taken his hand covered in his own cum after one of your nighty sessions and pressed it between your thighs where you started grinding yourself against his fingers, his cone sliding between your folds and making you groan with need. 

Then you had started putting his fingers inside you and fucking yourself onto them in desperate rhythms as all Jason could do was stare, enjoy the feeling of your cunt around his fingers, and drown in the noises and praises spilling from your lips. 

Now, you made sure to grind your swollen clit against the length of Jason’s fingers, letting your entrance catch on his fingertips, teasing about what was to come. But this time you didn’t slip his fingers inside you and marvel at the stretch that just two of his fingers provided you. 

This time, you pushed his hand away again and started grinding your cunt against his cock where it lay heavy over his hips, leaking precum on his stomach and now also onto your pussy. 

The feeling of your wet folds sliding along his cock made Jason groan and hungrily place his hands on your thighs where he squeezed them in time with your movements. 

You looked down at him with a grin and grabbed his hands, pushed them into the pillows next to his head and tilted your hips so that his cock would catch your entrance on the next glide and slip just his tip inside you. 

The man under you let out a deep groan and balled his hands to fists where you still had them pinned down as he felt your warmth wrapped around the head of his cock. He tried thrusting up into you but you lifted off of him completely, his cock dropping back to his hip as you pushed his hands further down into the bed and tutted at him. 

“None of that, sweetheart,” you said in a soft but firm tone. “I set the pace.”

You reached down with one of your hands, keeping an eye on Jason’s now free hand to make sure he kept it laying next to his head even without your assistance, and wrapped it around his cock, guiding him back to your pussy. 

Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him and immediately had to hold back from groaning as his cock split you open and stretched your pussy wide around it. Skipping the step of stretching yourself on Jason’s fingers should have felt like a bad idea at this point, but you couldn’t help but welcome the stretch and the feeling of fullness that came right after.

Jason also didn’t seem to mind, hitched breaths and groans spilled from his lips, sometimes catching in his throat and releasing in a whining tone that he always quickly tried covering up. 

When you had taken his cock about half way, already feeling it in your throat with how it was filling you, you reached back up to properly pin down both of Jason’s hands again. When you did, the man let out another whining sound before  turning his head to avoid looking at how you were grinning down at him. 

“Look at me or I’m getting off again,” you said with a determined firmness in your voice, no room for debate. Jason hesitated just a moment which you could have taken for defiance, but you saw it for what it really was — embarrassment.

You could see the skin of his neck flushing pink and knew that he was feeling flustered with how much you were affecting him, so you let him hesitate for just one second.

He turned to look at you again and you smiled at him, genuine and wide, and stroked your thumbs over his wrists  where you still had them pinned down. 

“Perfect,” you mumbled towards him but were drowned out by his groan when you suddenly dropped the rest of the way onto his cock. Your own moan of appreciation sounded in the room and you enjoyed the feeling of fullness for a couple more seconds.

Then you started grinding your hips on Jason’s lap, tilting forward and feeling how deep he truly reached inside you. 

Jason was already losing his mind below you, the soft pressure of your hands around his wrists providing a grounding presence as he felt you continuously tighten around him and move softly. 

He let out a string of groans with every movement which made you grin above him, suddenly not feeling like riding him immediately, and rather seeing how much of this torture he could handle. 

You kept going like that until you felt yourself grow too needy to keep up with the teasing and slowly lifted yourself up with your thighs. Under you, Jason panicked at the feeling of your warm cunt leaving and looked up at you with wide, begging eyes. 

“Don’t worry, big guy,” you mumbled and slowly lowered onto his cock again. “I’m not even close to done with you.” 

The pace you set was slow at first, but you lifted until just the tip of Jason’s cock was left inside you and then lowered yourself completely again, feeling him stretch your cunt around him over and over again. You gasped and whined your way through the pleasure and knew that come morning you would feel a slight soreness, but felt nothing except excitement at the idea. 

Jason wasn’t doing any better than you, his hands tensed and relaxed in your hold as he groaned with every deep pass of your pussy over him. He tried keeping his eyes on you and how you reacted to feeling him, a constant blush warming his face under the mask and peeking out by his neck where you could see. 

As you quickened your pace you started praising Jason through your own moans. 

“Doing so good for me,” you cooed when he balled up his hands instead of pushing against yours and trying to get out of your hold.

“There we go,” when he made a particularly loud noise or whined beautifully under you. 

All of it was riling Jason up in a way he didn’t know was possible. He loved the feeling of your cunt around his cock, the way you looked down at him with pleasure written all over your face, and the noises you were making.

But the words, the constant stream of praise spilling from your lips, affected him the most. With every praising sentence he could feel himself twitch inside you and knew you must feel it too. 

After weeks of watching Jasonn masturbate in front of you, giving him hand and blow jobs, you had a pretty decent grasp of what signs Jason showed when he got closer to reaching orgasm. You knew what to say to make him either hold off for longer or to force him hurtling off that edge, but even you were surprised about what you said next. 

“Don’t finish yet, big guy, need you to be a good boy and keep holding on for me.” 

The effect was instant — Jason groaned loudly and whined as his hands went completely slack where you had them pinned, his hips squirmed in place and you could feel his cock throb inside you. But you knew Jason would do everything he could to follow your order, and you felt an exciting rush through your veins. 

You sped up your movements and had to lean forward to use Jason’s pinned wrists as leverage to fuck yourself back onto his cock quicker and harder. The wet noises sounding from between your thighs were almost as loud as the ones coming from Jason and your own lips, the pleasure finally having caught up with you. 

As your pace got quicker and you worked yourself closer and closer to orgasm, your movements also became less even, Jason brushing up against the perfect spot inside you on every other stroke. So you tilted your hips and arched your back in search of that perfect angle until you found it, letting out a loud moan and redoubling your efforts to keep the same speed and intensity of every thrust. 

When you were finally plunged under and felt your stomach tightening and releasing as you came, Jason groaned under you so desperately it almost sounded like a growl. Through your moans you found your words, “Go ahead, let go for me.”

And Jason did. He whined as your cunt continued rhythmically tightening around him with your orgasm and milked his cock for every drop he had, coming so much it spilled out of you and dripped down onto his lap. 

You still had your hands wrapped around Jason’s wrist, but as you felt his come flood your insides you could feel a second orgasm quickly building.

So you released one of his hands and reached down to play with your clit and help you fall over the edge again. 

When you did, Jason had just stopped releasing ropes of come into you, and your renewed clenching around him and the way you had him completely inside you as you rode out your high and grinded your hips made him whine. He was squirming as his pleasure dipped into overstimulation, but when you started praising him through your orgasm he held on longer, grabbing onto the pillow next to his head with his free hand to stop himself from reaching out and touching you when you hadn’t allowed it yet.

Your orgasm finally subsided and you stopped moving to feel the floating after effect, pulling your hand away from your cunt and sitting yourself back onto Jason’s cock completely. You pulled your other hand off of his wrist and looked down at Jason with deep affection written all over your face. 

In a moment of happy impulse you leaned down to press kisses onto Jason’s mask as you slowly lifted yourself off of him, his softening cock sliding out of your cunt and laying back on his hip covered in your mixed release.

You could feel the slow drip of Jason’s come out of your pussy and smiled, also feeling the effect Jason’s thick length had had on you, your pussy slightly gaping as you got up and told Jason to stay where he was. 

After you cleaned him and yourself up you fell asleep with him again, Jason staying awake and watching over you as you slept.

It felt like the floodgates had opened after that. 

Jason would pull you onto his lap and stare at you with questioning eyes, and you would ride him again, keeping his hands pressed down by his head or his sides or stuck to your hips. You would shower him in praise and tell him when to come. 

One memorable evening you just sat on his cock and rubbed your fingers frantically over your clit, coming over and over again while he was inside you and had to keep still, his hands on your hips unmoving, holding back his orgasm as he whined and groaned through the pleasure of feeling yours again and again. 

Even when you introduced him to other positions he wouldn’t finish without you telling him he could. He was thrusting inside you as you were laying under him, dwarfed by the sheer size of his body, your legs wrapped around his hips as his pace got sloppier and sloppier with every word you said. 

“There you go.” — “Just like that, big guy.” — “Feels so full.” — “Good boy.” 

It did something to you to know how much power you had over a man so huge and unaffected by anything he came across. 

One tilt of your finger and Jason would be kneeling between your legs, fingering you and staring up at you with seemingly glowing eyes, soaking up every bit of praise you dropped as waves of orgasms crashed through you. 

Your favorite thing to do with him though was a position you had come across on accident. Seeing it made you blush immediately and save the video to look at over and over again. When you explained it to Jason he nodded frantically and held onto your wrist with a soft but firm grab as he pulled you into the bedroom with him. 

Once there, he stopped and looked at you with wide eyes, wanting but not knowing how to proceed. You smiled at him and guided him to lay down on the bed with his legs off the edge and planted on the ground. 

Seeing him like that reminded you of how big the man was and you felt a familiar warmth spread through you, a heady mix of affection and arousal. 

“I’ll have to take your pants off for this, big guy,” you said softly and looked at him for a reaction. “Is that okay?”

Jason thought for a moment and sat up on the edge of the bed where he opened his pants and started pulling them off himself. When he got to his boots he simply tugged until they gave way and the pants slid over them.

Shoes stay on apparently, you thought distantly but couldn’t help and giggle. If it helped him feel more comfortable then you were more than fine with his shoes staying on. 

After Jason laid back down you spread his legs and stepped between them, pulling off your own pants and underwear, as well as the shirt you had thrown on, before softly sliding your hands up and down Jason’s thighs. 

Seeing them naked made them look even bigger, thick and muscular where they rested, framed around you. You squeezed them and softly massaged your hands up over his skin, admiring the strength in Jason’s legs as you went. 

“It’s not going to be that different from what we’ve previously done,” you started as your hands reached his already half hard cock and wrapped around it. “But it is still something new. So I will leave one of your hands free at all times, that way you can use it to tap me if you want to stop.”

Jason nodded slowly, his eyes glued to your hand where you had started slowly stroking his cock. You kept going for a couple more minutes before you stepped closer and pointed Jason’s cock towards you.

You rubbed the tip of it against your clit and moaned softly, feeling yourself get wetter with every passing second.

When Jason seemed sufficiently desperate to you, you let go of his cock and stepped even closer to him. You lifted one of his legs, held it up and angled it towards him as you reached down with your hand, wrapped it around his cock and guided him to your pussy. 

You had to get quite close to Jason in this position for it to work but neither of you had any issue with that.

When the tip of his cock brushed over your clit again you moaned, rubbed it through your folds until it reached your entrance and then slowly pushed forward, making Jason’s dick disappear inside you, and he groaned. As soon as he was seated inside you completely you looked up at Jason and saw him already looking back at you. 

“Feel good, big guy?”

He nodded and you smiled at him as you reached down to grab his other leg and lift it as well. You positioned them both to be laying over your forearms so you could hold onto Jason’s thighs or hips for leverage. 

Slowly, you pulled back and felt his cock slide out of you until just half of him still throbbed inside you. Then you thrust forward and Jason was filling you up again.

The sensation still had the same stretch and full feeling that made your eyes threaten to roll back into your head, but it carried something extra that made you unable to look away from the way Jason had thrown his head back and how his throat was straining with every groan he let out. 

You had just settled into the slow rhythm you had started thrusting with, fucking yourself onto Jason’s cock slowly and deeply, when the man suddenly reached out one hand to put it on yours currently wrapped around his thigh. 

For a split second you thought he would tap you and ask for you to stop, but instead he started spelling something on your skin. 

More.

The happy giggle that burst out if you was made up of pure joy. You grinned down at him with a wide smile, “Good boy.” 

Jason groaned in response to the name as you started speeding up your thrusts, pulling away a bit more each time to feel the length of his cock push into you deep and full.

Your plan had been to make Jason the loudest and neediest he had ever been which you were thankfully succeeding in, but you had also drastically underestimated how good this angle would feel for you.

Every snap of your hips forward made Jason’s cock bump against that spot inside you and caused your legs to shake in pleasure, as well as the way your clit was grinding against him with every forward motion. 

Without realizing it you had continued speeding up and were frantically fucking Jason’s cock into you, pulling away and pushing your hips fast and hard into Jason’s again, his cock bottoming out and making you moan loudly. 

Jason wasn’t faring any better below you — His eyes were glued to where his cock repeatedly disappeared inside you and how it was covered in the glistening wetness you were dripping with, as well as a mix of his precum which was leaking inside you. 

You were panting, chasing the pleasure building inside you already when you looked down at Jason and saw how much of a mess he was. His hands were at his sides, holding onto the sheets with every harsh thrust of your hips, his legs over your arms had started trembling, and he was releasing more and more of those whining groans you loved so much. 

“Such a good boy for me,” the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could think about them. “Taking me so well.” You repositioned your hands from Jason’s thighs to his hips where you dug your fingers into his skin with how hard you were holding onto him, and used the extra leverage to quicken your pace further. 

It became immediately clear to you that you wouldn’t be able to keep up that rhythm for long before you reached your release, and when you looked closer at Jason you realized that it was the same for him.

The man’s eyes had finally ripped away from the view between your legs and rolled back into his head at the same time as he growled helplessly and threw his head back onto the bed, the sheets ripping where he had pulled on them even more in pleasure. 

“Don’t come yet, big guy,” you groaned as you started chasing your own release.  “Be good and don’t you— fuck, don’t you dare.”

You moaned as you got close to your orgasm and thrust against Jason with renewed stamina, the sound of skin of skin echoing through the bedroom. When you finally came you groaned long and broken, whines breaking through as you fucked Jason through it and clenched around him over and over again. 

The feeling was driving him crazy and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer. As his thighs trembled hanging over your arms and he let out panicked whines, you acted on instinct, still in the throes of your orgasm. 

You dropped one of his legs to reach down and wrap your fingers around Jason’s cock right at the base, stopping him from reaching his orgasm. Jason whined and groaned, twisting in the sheets when his high was so close and suddenly ripped away from him. 

As your orgasm subsided and you could think clearly again you looked at Jason. 

“Oh baby, I know,” you said in an overly understanding tone.”You’ll come soon enough.”

The fingers wrapped around the base of his cock squeezed a bit tighter, “But I said not yet, didn’t I?”

Jason nodded quickly and looked at you, wrecked and flush under his mask. 

“So stay still and be good.”

With that you started moving again, gasping at the feeling of your sensitive cunt being filled over and over again while rubbing your clit against his length. 

You kept a decent rhythm and fucked Jason deep into you, feeling him bottom out on every thrust and moaning loudly with it. 

Jason was looking up at you through it all, watching as sweat gathered on your skin and reflected the light, making it look like you were glowing which to him you already were. 

Your face was pulled into a constant display of pleasure, beautiful noises leaving your mouth and echoing in the room, making him whine in response. 

He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be completely at your mercy like this, laying there as you fucked his cock for your own pleasure, actively stopping him from finishing so you could enjoy him for longer. He was blushing under his mask and just about all over his chest, and he was glad you couldn’t see it. 

It didn’t take long for another orgasm to start building, a knot forming in your stomach as your thighs mirrored Jason’s and started trembling with pleasure and the effort of staying upright. 

You shortened your thrusts a little so that Jason’s cock didn’t slip out of you completely anymore and instead you made sure that every quick glide of him inside you rubbed his leaking tip right over your g-spot. The knot in your stomach tightened and strained until it suddenly snapped, a rolling release crashing through you and making you dizzy with the intensity. 

The already loud moans from you grew even more in volume, Jason’s own noises and whines joining in as he suffered through the feeling of your cunt clenching around him repeatedly and not being able to come himself. Though the view of you leaning over him, gasping and groaning as your orgasm hit was certainly worth the edging. 

Your orgasm didn’t seem to have an end as you continued to grind your g-spot against Jason’s cock, new waves washing through you every second. 

Through the haze of pleasure you saw Jason helplessly holding onto the ripped sheets and felt your cunt quickly building to another orgasm. 

“Fuck, just keep looking all pretty, big guy,” you groaned and Jason whined in response, turning his head to avoid seeing how intently you were looking at him. You reached up with the hand that had previously been wrapped around the base of his cock and grabbed him by the chin of his mask, turning his head back to you. 

“None of that,” you said firmly. “You come too now. But you gotta— oh god, you gotta keep looking at me.”

Jason nodded and didn’t stop when you sped up your grinding. He could feel his own release pooling in his lower belly, swirling and waiting for you to finish another time, not wanting to keep you from looking as blissed out and satisfied as you always did when you came multiple times. 

Thankfully he didn’t have to hold out long when almost a minute later your pussy clenched around him. If that hadn’t given away your arriving orgasm then the way you groaned his name and praised him for being such a good boy and feeling perfect inside you surely would have. 

Immediately, Jason fell over the edge with you, growling out broken moans and whines as his come flooded your inside, filling you up with warmth, and his legs shook. 

You moaned at the feeling of him coming inside you and at how your orgasm was still making you shake as you were still grinding your hips into Jason’s, when his cock bumped against your g-spot again and again. The oversensitivity of your cunt hit you hard as you already started coming a fourth time on his cock before you felt the third properly end.

This time your orgasm was accompanied not just by shaking legs and loud moans from both you and Jason, but also the unmistakable feeling of you squirting on his cock and your thighs. A steady stream burst out of you with every movement of your hips, the sound of it dripping onto Jason, your thighs and the bed was filthy, but you loved it. 

Jason made a surprised noise at the feeling which was followed by a cacophony of loud whines and moans as he reached overstimulation.

As your orgasm slowed, so did the stream of wetness from your cunt, and the movement of your hips, until you eventually came to a stop. 

When you pulled back and Jason’s cock slipped out of you completely you felt a rush of both your and Jason’s come dripping out of you and down your thighs. 

You giggled a little breathy, exhausted but equally satisfied and happy, and looked down at Jason who was staring right between your thighs where you were leaking the evidence of both your enjoyment. 

“Stay there,” you said softly as you lowered his leg and went to get a warm washcloth. You cleaned up yourself and Jason with slow and soft movements so as to not overstimulate his cock even more, but he still let out soft breaths and whines as you went. 

After deciding to change the sheets in the morning and prioritizing the comfortable floating satisfaction of the night, you crawled into bed with Jason. He hadn’t put his pants back on and simply laid further up the bed so you could sleep close to him again, your head on his chest and one leg thrown over his hips. 

Feeling his soft cock resting there by your thigh made you sigh happily and think about what else you could do to make Jason rip another set of sheets apart. 

“Maybe I should peg you next, big guy,” you mumbled without thinking and saw Jason tilt his head in question in the dark.

You laughed and patted his chest lightly before wrapping your arm around him again. 

“I’ll explain soon, promise.”

When you woke up in the morning and found the bed next to you empty, you turned to see Jason sitting at the foot of your bed, holding a bundle of bright blue flowers.

You got up and walked out of the bedroom with Jason following close behind you as you were already excitedly talking about what you were planning to do today and where you’d put the new flowers.  

Once they were safely standing in a vase on your living room coffee table, you held onto Jason’s shoulder and stretched up to press kisses against his mask right where his mouth would be. Jason wrapped his arms around your back and lifted you up slightly, softly and contently sighing from behind the mask.

Consider leaving a comment or reblog along with your like, they're always lovely to see. Eitherway, thank you for reading! <3

[writingdisposal]

Very very minor spoiler warning

I'll be talking/simping about Vox's appearance in the latest episode.

My guy is so fucking hot. It's not even funny anymore. I mean, look at this slut's waist!

And the rolled up sleeves, oh my god. I'm such a sucker for the 'rolled up sleeves' look and Vox pulls it off perfectly. The things I would let this loser do to me, I fucking swear.

I can just imagine how desperate little (Y/n) feels and they beg and beg for at least a little bit of pleasure. Pretty please? Vox takes off his coat and rolls up his sleeves, a very suave smirk on his lips, before grabbing your waist and making out with you. Groaning into your mouth, he tells you how he loves that body of yours, how perfectly you fit in his hands. His strong arms lift you off the ground to quickly put you on any sturdy surface, just any. He doesn't wanna waste another second. Vox only wants to devour you and make you lose all your senses, fuck you so good you won't remember anything other than his name.

And you just know how good this man is. His words are sweeter than honey. He will dirty talk so confidently, it'll leave you breathless and wanting for more. He softly touches your hand. "Come on sweetheart," he says, moving his hand slowly further up your arm, stopping just before your shoulder and giving it a tiny squeeze, "we both know what that body of yours really craves right now." A firm tug follows and he leads you straight to the bedroom.

When he is the submissive one however! He is sooo pathetic. Its actually kind of hilarious how the almighty CEO of VoxTech loses his cool and blabbers on and on about how much he needs to feel you. "Jus' a kiss, baby," he whispers in your ear, holding onto your shoulders, "Please, just one kiss and I'll be good, I swear." He is such a loser and I love him so much.

[paracosmic-sims]

My top 24(?) screenies from 2024!

Tagged by the lovely @changingplumbob, thank you Kirsty <3

I literally don't know if I even have taken 24 screenshots this year. Let's see...

1, 2 and 3: Some screencaps from a photoshoot I did with my revamped simself. I have MANY variations - check it out, none of those are the one on my current profile picture, or with...

4: Oh Kinha, that's cheating! That is an edit, not a sceenshot! Shhh! I literally don't think I have enough screenies to make this post. Anyways, once I can figure out how to do my tags and navigation posts, expect to see this one in my pinned <3

5: An outfit I made for Sienna that I needed to save for other kiddos too! It's so cute!

6: Vlad. What are you DOING walking around Evergreen Harbor? Not even on my lot, since Journey Delight - the founder of my personal Whimsy Legacy challenge - doesn't even have a house at this point. Just... passing by. It was like... the second night? Anyways, appreciate how marvelous this woman is (and how wacky the sims can be sometimes)

7: Speaking of personal legacy challenges, here's Hendrix Baccinus, the Mint of my NSB save. (The light makes him look blue-ish, but I swear it's mint.)

Look at him. Hot. Handsome. The male quota of this post. He is a baby and a pathetic wet cat of a man. This mfer tried to kill himself! (No joke, he autonomouslt went swimming when his energy was low on Sulani, because he was burnt out. Dude, sims used to be able to juggle a job and an Uni degree!)

I still love him <3

8, 9 and 10: Obligatory Arielly Vespertinai appreciation. Look at her. Gorgeous. My baby. Watcher's favorite (little chew toy nomnomnomnom) <3

Have you seen her? yes? Well, go look again. Until you're mesmerized enough to forfeit your entire mortal posessions to this siren of a woman. Nobody understands the amount of adoration I hold specifically for this little bean. She could kill me and I would still thank her. She consumes my thoughts almost daily even though I have an entire cast to think about so I can support your story babygirl unleash my brain!!!

Also, obligatory gloating that this woman was elected Bronze Medal in @simblorbo-bracket's 2024 SIMBLR SEXYMAN TOURNAMENT. Yes, you heard it right. She's a Sexyman. And is the Sexiest™ of the human competitors.

11: Speaking of Vespertinai's, a draft of Arielly's mom, Elysiann! Still unsure if I want them biologically related or adoptive (makes some sense with part of the lore, screws some other part. UGH.)

don't be fooled, this woman has SUCH a resting bitch face outside of CAS.

12: And on that resting bitch face note, Scione Vespertinai! Ari's younger sister, of whom I have shared custody with @momoception <3 (because someone in her game needed to simp over Lucius Holt, and given I'm his #1 fan in the real world...)

Could you tell my game's eyelashes were still broken on those last 2 pics?

13, 14 and 15: Enough of sim pics for a while, appreciate Elio Alvoretter's (aka, Ari's bestfriend, partner, and overall soulmate) (no, literally.) room. I'm insanely proud of it even if it drove me majorly crazy at some points.

(We do NOT talk about the small desk under the desk. It was fixed after.)

16: On the topic of building, a little bar decoration I made using TOOL. It took me longer than you'd expect.

17: Okay, back to sims because it's all I have at this point. I forgot this cutie's name, but she never really left CAS despite this picture. She was for a BC that never really happened, so I'm saving her for another opportunity. Maybe a spouse for one of my families. Maybe a founder for another legacy? She's kinda packed with CC, so I don't think I'll ever set her for dl.

18 and 19: Some of my girlies for other simmers! Moxie and Apolline were some of the ones I had the most fun doing, and I think that the unused photos deserve a place to shine too.

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Unfortunately, the most I could is still short by 5. But then again, 2024 was THE year for me, in terms of personal growth, so TS4 kinda fell behind (a LOT. Some of those pics have literal months of gaps between them)

I am not sure who has been tagged already or not, but if you're seeing this and you want to participate (even again), you're tagged!

[bella-rose29]

episode 3 - Doubt Thou the Stars

major spoilers for the show and books, swearing, I go feral on multiple occasions, spent most of this simping for cam/lockwood and I'll apologise now for some of the things I've said (multiverse of George I'm blaming you for a couple)

I would just like to reiterate that this is not a proper analysis of the show, this is my immediate reactions to what happens in the show. barely anything constructive is actually said in here ��

a ring is what we're looking at

Georgie I love you

hands (oh dear starting early)

hands again

"which you stole illegally" honey-

you have me in a chokehold lockwood

hehehe fairfax

"George, this... negativity, it's why I don't tell you things in advance" first of all I am weirdly obsessed with the way he says that, second of all I wanna give George a hug

hands

ok but who gave cam the right to look that good

"miss Kingston got her hair done special" George I love you

"straight into the office. that's a classy move"

omg I love lucy's jumper

his cheeky smile omg

hands

ring

"you lie like a politician" yeah bc he has to

you can do any job for me lockwood

hands and ring

absolutely we have a deal I'll do anything for you

hands (omg I need to stop)

they're children how did they get alcohol

bottle opener thingy scene

omg Georgie in his apron and gloves 😭

so sad we didn't get the "nice... towel" scene

barnes is so sinister sometimes

I love lockwood and george's friendship, just yelling at each other about cleaning

ooo green lighting when she's taking the keys

tut tut

"I visit my gran in Sidcup" "...sidcup is in London"

"you've got a real hard-on for him, haven't you" "well, if... you wanna put it like that"

"I'm practically a serf" aw lockwood honey

all I can think is the Traitors castle even though I know it's not the same

lockwood's so pretty

oh lord what the hell was that look lockwood don't lower your head with that intense gaze wtf

"apart from anything else, we've got much better flares" 😂

don't you just love it when someone who doesn't have any clue about your job tells you how to do your job

lots of smashing

he's fishing (where tf did he get a fishing rod from)

hands

his grin omg

oh crikey this boy needs sleep I can see his eye bags even though the lighting is dim and my room is bright

"What, and deny us all this... beautiful moment?" you're a beautiful moment- wait that doesn't make sense

his smile I am on the floor

aaa suspense I don't like it

omg we get to see George's Touch again I love that

ew cobwebs

hands

well that was silly

oh no

you can disrespect me anytime woah what is happening to me holy shit

EXTREME CLOSE UP

ewwww cobwebs

I could never be an agent I have arachnophobia

ok those special effects were awesome

"probably wanted to warn us not to go down there" *proceed to go down there*

Lockwood say what's on your mind

ok I get why Ali said that the monks were terrifying that chanting haunts me still

turn your torches off you'll see the ghosts better

ohh I don't like this

Lucy no

LUCY NO

LUCY NOOOOOO

aw the boys saved her

hands

"make a wish" I wish for you to marry me and we live happily ever after

slap

"my cheek hurts"

husband calls out pathetically for wife after waking up, she crawls over and he reaches desperately for her hand

"oi, where's his slap?" fair

hahaha the way they just drop to the floor

you look so silly in those goggles

lockwood's voice is doing Things to me

I love that you can see Ellie rethinking as Fairfax goes on

"we don't travel round with it, we're not insane" *while focused on Lucy*

"you're just a performer too, aren't you?" we love a masking king

MICRO-EXPRESSIONS!!! CAMERON CHAPMAN THE MAN YOU ARE

"She stole it again, Lockwood" yep

I love that you can sort of make out the flowers on her dress

oh christ that was scary

ew old man burning

hands

heavy breathing lockwood (I blame the multiverse of George chat for that)

"I'm working with maniacs" got room for another one?

why did Ellie think it would be a good idea to try and run straight through the middle

"Shut up!" their faces afterwards

kipps pls stop sounding so smug

dw I believe you lockwood

punch me like that wall pls

barnes looks so sad

omg he's being a protective dad

hands

ohhhhh lockwood in a proper suit 🪣 (bad timing for it I know)

"do you know my name?" George I love you

"that's a shame, she was a fool but... she really fitted in there actually" *lockwood nudges him* George I love you even more and I think we would be the bestest of friends

I love the lavender in the pockets of Penelope and Ellie

hands

omg Lucy's drawing! like she said her hobby was in the books!

hand + ring

*George casually pulls out stolen evidence*

I want lucy's jumper

the way lockwood's sat on the chair has me weak

"You belong here" *stares at her with heart eyes*

hehehe

hehehe

oh dear

why does he keep sprawling on the chair

I don't want to talk about the sound I just made at that one frame of lockwood

"She's good, and... she's finally starting to get me" aw Georgie I love you

"she's a lot tougher than you think" *thumps as Lucy passes out*

I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE SOUND I JUST MADE AT THE OTHER ONE FRAME OF LOCKWOOD (YOU ALL KNOW THE ONE) - "Luce?" shgisuhuigjd

seriously who gave him the right

[oldladyhabits]

Okay okay I am tweaking so fucking hard right now I'm only on episode 4 right there 10 episodes in total so far and oh my God I I have bawled my eyeballs out their is character right his name is Scott Summers he has a wife right and her name is Jean Gray and I love Jean Gray but that's besides the point it turns out she's a fuking clone and at this point I should mention her and Scott have a child this guy kidnap their child and basically use him and gave him this like disease that there's no cure for and there's this other guy Bishop the time traveler so they give their baby to Bishop in hope theire is a cure in the future and they're like I promised I would give you the best life and if that means I'm not in it I can live with THAT HIT ME TO MY FUCKING CORE I want to just say this baby has not been in their life for more than like a day to 3 weeks and Scott didn't even say goodbye to his child because he was like I don't want to abandon my child because I know how it hurts it hurts to be abandoned I can't do that to my child so he doesn't say goodbye and this is really cute monologue between Jean and her baby so f*** you Magneto I hate you I hate you so f****** much you don't words cannot describe how much I hate this man context really quickly there's a thing called Xavier school for gifted youngsters and it's basically a friend for the X-Men so they don't basically get arrested and he dies right he gets killed in like some kind of Antietam whatever I don't know in Scott's just like I am going to be the leader of the X-Men and this guy just comes up and like no f*** you I was in the will you weren't and I know I know I know what he does with Rogue and it makes me want to shoot my self not joking context again Rogue is another person in the X-Men and her power is that what she touches people she basically zaps all their energy and kills them she can't touch people but for some reason with Magneto that's like Nolan void and she's dating Gambit which is another character he's like my favorite character and like she has like and they like I don't know but they touch each other right and you're probably saying oh that doesn't seem so bad but she's dating dammit and they dance together not her and Gambit her and Magneto or something like that I haven't got to that episode but I'm just thinking about it from gambits point of view like Gambit is a simp he is so down bad for rogue it is pathetic awesome it's like implied her and Magneto had like a relationship which is weird because it's pretty obvious Magneto is really gay for Xavier and there's a scene in the second episode where Rogue in Magneto or talking and he goes to take off her glove and I just like I I literally screamed at my TV I HATE YOU SO SO SOS SOSOSOSOS MUCH like thinking about it from gambits point of view like he was okay with not touching Rogue because he understands but like hurt he probably felt with his little girlfriend he's so down bad for basically touching tips with this guy that's basically a war criminal so Xavier why the f*** would you appoint a little fucking war criminal to be the head of the X-Men like he hates humans it's obvious he almost kills a bunch of people in the second episode I need to calm down this is a show it's not that serious also GAMBIT DIES IN THE SHOW I swear I'm not mentally prepared for that

:0

[holdmytesseract]

Hot Temper

James Conrad x fem!Reader

Summary: You are expecting Conrad to come to your tent by nightfall. When he does, things escalate pretty quickly.

Based on this lil' drabble (Part Two)!

Warnings: this is kinda steamy, swear words, smuttish, suggestive smut, dom!James Conrad? It's also a biiit dark.

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: Well... This one is a small birthday present for my wonderful friend @fictive-sl0th ! ☺️ Happy belated Birthday, boo! ❤ I wish you all the best! Never forget how amazing you are, you awesome person, you! I'm so happy I can call you my friend. Love you! ❤

I really hope you like this! ☺️

Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @muddyorbs @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @loki-laufeyson-1054 @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002

Masterlist

Your nerves were on edge after you collided with Captain Conrad in that heated argument a few hours ago; sizzling with anger and frustration - but also desire and lust. It was an ongoing battle within your system. Which side was going to win, you couldn't tell.

Now you sat on the cot inside your tent, literally staring holes into the flap which marked the entrance. The sinking sun bathed everything in an orange, red light; telling you that it was almost time. You've made good work the rest of the day in avoiding the asshole James Conrad was, but now, after returning to your tent for the night and knowing what was most likely going to happen, you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on your body. It was strange, wasn't it? You never hated a man - a person, as much as you hated Captain Conrad, and yet he was all you ever desired. Either something was wrong with you, or you just liked hot guys with a shitty personality. You believed it was the second option, but who knew?

Narrowing your eyes, you switched on the lamp, standing on the ground beside your cot and took a look on your wrist watch. Time. It was time. Where is this son of a bitch? You thought. I swear, if he doesn't show up, I'll kick him in the- You weren't able to finish your thoughts, as the flap of the tent flew open, revealing the man you had waited for. The light of his lamp illuminated his stupid, handsome face. Cautiously - like a lion observing his prey, he graciously entered the tent, zipping the flap behind him shut. He hadn't been even a minute inside the tight space which was your tent, when you already felt it... The tension. Intense, angry and undeniably sexual. You were sure that it must be cuttable with a knife.

Not averting his eyes for even a second, James squatted down to place his lamp on the ground. The muscles in his thick thighs strained the fabric of his jeans, as he did so, spreading his legs almost sluttishly. Pathetic, you thought. Putting on a show. For what? To impress me? You had to suppress the scoff, which threatened to leave your lips. Instead, you opted for words. "You came. Why?" You asked nonchalantly, without any emotion. Just stating the facts. A grin spread on James's face, as he shook his head and licked his lips. A grin you wished, once again to sweep off his face. "You told me to, didn't you, Y/L/N? Can't you remember? Already suffering from memory loss?" You narrowed your eyes and leaned forwards in an almost threatening manner. "Careful, Conrad. Thin ice. Very thin ice. I would watch my mouth if I were you-" "Or what?" He interrupted you, spitefully. "Are you going to slap me again?" This time, you couldn't suppress the scoff to leave your mouth. Licking your lips, you chuckled. "You really enjoy this, don't you? Being an arrogant, selfish, annoying asshole? Driving people crazy?" Now it was James's turn to laugh you in the face. "I don't. I am not the one to blame, just because you have a short fuse - and that you find me irresistibly. All you want to do is fuck me, isn't it?"

And at those words, you saw red again; losing it. A low growl left your lips, before you lunged out - ready to slap him again. Your palm was mere inches away from hitting the skin of his cheek, when he caught your hand mid-air. His big hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, keeping you from hitting him. It caught you off guard. You didn't see that coming. "Nuh.Uh. Not this time, Y/L/N." The way he rolled your last name off his tongue - so deep, so dark, so sexy, caused your knees to almost buckle and you felt arousal flooding your veins. James used your moment of shock, of course, reached quickly for your other wrist and before you could even react, had he pinned you down on the cot with his strong, muscular body hovering above yours. Once your brain had caught up with what was going on, you started to squirm, trying to get free. A part of your brain screamed at you why the hell you were fighting back, because James was right. You wanted this. "Not so snappy anymore, are we?" Another growl left your lips, before your angry eyes locked with his goddamn beautiful baby blues. "Fuck you, Conrad!" You spat into his face; voice laced with venom. The man chuckled dangerously; licking his lips. "Don't worry, darling... You get what you want."

Demandingly, Conrad nudged your legs with his knees, commanding you to open them. You wanted to. Oh, of course you wanted to. So, you let your legs fall open for him to kneel in between them - what James immediately did. A breathless laugh escaped his mouth. "I knew it. This was all you wanted from the very beginning, isn't it? Me between your legs?" A strangled moan slipped past your lips at those words; unable to suppress it. "You are so needy for me, aren't you? Desperate for me to fucking ruin you." You couldn't even put in words how much this turned you on. It was pathetic. "Must be really exhausting to hate me, but at the same time wanting to fuck me. How I get you all hot and bothered just with one snap of my finger…" You weren't able to answer something. He had you. You were literal putty in his hands. "Am I right?" He asked, but you didn't answer, just averted your eyes. You hated the effect he had on you. Bu the Captain didn't like it, when somebody wasn't answering, when he had asked a question, so he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and made you look at him. "Am. I. Right?" He asked again, pointing out every word. As if to underline his words even more, he bucked his hips against yours, causing you to gasp. "Answer me." "Yes," you said between gritted teeth. "Good girl." As a reward, he leaned down, letting his lips hover above yours for a second - So close, so close. - before he connected them in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. After that kiss, you were gone. Lost in the man you actually despised so much. Or... Wanted to despise so much?

Teeth clashed together, tongues were intertwined, as you both tore at each other clothes, desperately trying to get them off. It wasn't about love or feelings, no. This sexual encounter was primal, needy and rough. Your hands raked all over James's bare, strong back; fingernails leaving red marks and scratches on their way, when he finally gifted you the pleasure you desired so much. The sound of skin colliding with skin was the only sound which filled the deadly silence of the night, accompanied with yours and James's whiny breathes and moans. You had awoken the animal within Captain Conrad - and you didn't regret it for even a second, when he ruined you for every man to follow.

[mulletmitsuya]

Dead people groupchat

Warnings: sano manjiro, swearing

Desc: um basically it's all the people Mikey lost and what they think of the current situation (spoilers until chapter 246)

Shinichiro: IM GONNA BEAT HIS ASS

Shinichiro: WHATS HE DOING NOW ?????

Shinichiro: IF HE KILLS SOMEONE ELSE SO HELP ME GOD

Izana: its kinda funny to watch tbh

Izana: but i guess he's going too far

Izana: and he knew me for 2 seconds idk why he said that to Kaku

Emma: Ken-chinless behaviour

Baji: LMAOOOO STOP

Draken: do you think OG Toman's gonna win?

Draken: i'm pissing myself here

Baji: i think they need to let Angry go beast mode

Emma: i just think we need to accept the fact that some people are gonna be joining us soon

Emma: Takemitchy might literally die

Emma: and idk how my girl Hina will handle that 😭

Shinichiro: i trust this Takemitchy dude. hes been doing good so far right?

Izana: it's his fault Draken died tho

Draken: stfu no it's not

Draken: i'm at peace with my death, and tbh i wouldn't have it any other way. i entrusted my life to Takemitchy so he could save Mikey. he's gonna win

Izana: 😕

Baji: okok enough about Mikey

Baji: can we talk about Hakkai???

Baji: he's so fucking funng to me. every single time something comes out of his mouth i shit myself laughing

Shinichiro: he's such a simp lmao

Baji: 🤨

Baji: weren't you the biggest simp of your generation??

Baji: you would lock eyes with someone and fall in love with them

Shinichiro: i had attachment issues 🙁

Shinichiro: there's nothing wrong with wanting to be loved damn

Izana: please don't cry

Izana: we don't know what to do when you cry

Emma: just hug him, it calms him down

Draken: really??

Draken: i hugged him when he was crying and it just got louder and more intense

Shinichiro: i'm right here guys

Izana: idk what to do when people cry so i just watch them until they get uncomfortable and stop crying

Emma: :/

Emma: you did that to me when i was younger

Emma: but you weren't a psychopath back then so it wasn't as weird

Izana: sorry ig

Izana: although i never said it sorry for orchestrating your death and stuff

Shinichiro: ngl that shit had me heartbroken i wish you guys just gotten along

Shinichiro: i just wanted my little siblings to love each other

Emma: he's crying harder

Baji: Shinichiro stfu you're a grown adult

Shinichiro: i'm not crying

Draken: you're literally weeping

Shinichiro: it's just

Izana: no one asked

Shinichiro: Senju's gonna have to fight Wakasa and Benkei

Shinichiro: i can't fucking take this

Shinichiro: i'm overwhelmed rn

Shinichiro: WHAT ARE THEY EVEN DOING IN THE KANTOU

Shinichiro: WHERE'S OMI

Draken: i think Waka and Benkei are looking after Mikey

Draken: probably guilty or smth

Draken: i'm annoyed tho

Emma: at what

Draken: Hanma

Draken: i fucking hate that dude jesus fucking christ

Emma: he put me 6 feet under 😔

Baji: jack skeleton lookin ass slenderman bitch ass mf

Draken: i wish I'd killed him tbh

Draken: or Kisaki

Baji: FUCK KISAKI

Baji: HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN SUBMITTING ASSIGNMENTS WHAT WAS HE DOING KILLING PEOPLE OMFG

Emma: can't believe a 13 year old took part in my murder 😭

Shinichiro: ...

Shinichiro: kids are nifty little fellas

Shinichiro: they come outta no where

Izana: don't try to justify getting killed by a 12 year old

Izana: that was embarrassing

Emma: yeah Shin you could have dogged why did you turn around so slowly💀

Shinichiro: y'all acting all cool by being mean to me and shit

Shinichiro: when you were deeply affected by my death😕

Shinichiro: you love me

Emma: you're still a pathetic old man 😁

Emma: ily <3

Draken: :/

Emma: he's my brother :(((

Emma: but i love you too Ken :)) <3

Draken: :)

Izana: disgusting

Izana: repulsive

Izana: revolting

Baji: stfu you never experienced love

Izana: 😐

Shinichiro: Keisuke🙁

Baji: sorry

Baji: change of subject

Baji: i think Haru might kill someone

Emma: oh definitely

Izana: no question about it

Shinichiro: c'mon guys give him a little credit he might change

Baji: Haru's fucked up, Takemitchy's gonna have to come up with another genius plan or smth :/

Emma: Senju'll save him

Emma: i wish I'd been friends with Senju

Emma: girlboss

Emma: i want her to beat Mikey's ass

Baji: remember that one time she girlbossed too close to the sun

Draken: while i was in Brahman i wanted to fight her but i didn't wanna live with the embarrassment

Emma: of losing to a girl?

Draken: of losing to someone who's 5 feet

Emma: i'm 4'9

Draken: Emma i was talking about fighting

Emma: :(

Draken: ily

Emma: :)

Shinichiro: ok guys we get it you're capable of being loved you can stop now

Emma: no bitches?? 🤔

Emma: i'm sorry

[somanyfuckedupiftruebooks]

Mag 67

Yeah if there's one thing we can say about Agnes Montague it's that she's #NotLikeOtherGirls

Fucking Deliah. How hard would it have been to mention the fact that Agnes doesn't seem to age?

I swear I'm almost as thick as Jack Barnabas (England's most oblivious and passive man). It somehow took me right up until the end of the episode to realise that his many references to feeling helplessly and inexplicably drawn to Agnes are almost certainly an indication of the Web's meddling.

I know some people hate that we never hear a direct statement from Agnes, but I kind of love that she gets to remain a mystery. She has so little in her life that belonged to just her, at least she didn't have to give over all of her secrets to the Eye.

Haha eat shit dickhead. Love that just her looking at him was enough for him to know that he'd Fucked Up.

And more evidence for Jack being super oblivious. I don't exactly expect him to jump straight to a supernatural explanation for ever little thing, but there's enough weird shit around Agnes that he should be at least a little suspicious. But no, the Web obviously chose this guy because he's pathetic enough to ignore literally apocalyptic level red flags as long as a beautiful woman is willing to speak to him.

Haha, nevermind Jack's great. 😜💋🍑👻

Anyway, speaking of sexy monsters, here's Jude, being all butch with her crazy intense back tattoo. 😜💋🍑🔥

Jack Barnabas: the only person in the world capable of simping harder for Agnes than Jude.

[chronic-boogara]

hi ( tumblr ain't letting me enter a line so ) I was hoping I could request a Micheal Myers imagine. like I swear I simp over him like hell - anyways basically how would he react if someone teases y/n about being plus size and she comes back home crying. like what would he do, how would he react, and some fluff at the end is all. hope this isn't too much (I'm plus size and I'm going through a tough time is all)

:( poor baby,i’m so sorry you’re going through a lot i hope it gets better soon <3 love you sm babe. sorry this took a million years i’ve been so sick.

i’m so shit with michael myers i’ve been practicing though so i hope this meets your expectations. this ended up being a mix of headcanons AND an imagine. ill edit the ending later it was a bit rushed but writing possessive slightly soft michael was fun !

•michael myers was once a patient man. emphasis on the word was.

•before he met y/n he put up with just about anything. he stalked and waited for victims no problem. he ignored the insults and profanities thrown at him with ease.

•but with y/n he found himself being a lot less forgiving. all it took was one little comment and he’d fly off the hook. michael found himself over taken by unbridled rage

•he does not even try to control these feelings either. it does not matter who hurt you he will hunt them down and defend your honor

•after a successful kill he will bring a trophy back from the victims body. teeth, bones, occasionally handfuls of hair. in his mind it’s not only the right thing to do but the sensible one as well

•how could you ever refuse such a gift? keep it in your drawer or a special box to show him that you appreciate it.

you didn’t see yourself as someone who needed protecting against the outside world. after all you were not a child anymore , more than capable of holding your own.

but sometimes it was hard to keep a straight face when people come from your biggest insecurities. no matter how hard you try.

“ha, look there she is again” one boy shouted from across the road as you shut the door behind you and made your dissent down the stone stairs.

ignore it ignore it. you repeated this in your mind. they were teenage boys , fuck them. they didn’t deserve an ounce of your attention much less a reaction.

“she thinks she can ignore us now- hey , quit pretending like you don’t give a shit. fucking cow”. the comment sent the boys into a fit of laughter. you thought you’d be used to it by now. it had been going on for maybe a week now but every insult hurt like a bullet.

fighting back tears you turned on your heel you walked right back up the sidewalk and in the house. you couldn’t handle this anymore. you felt so helpless against them it was so pathetic in your mind.

leaning against the door you took a few deep breaths. willing yourself to clam down , to not let your emotions get the best of you.

your eyes flutter open and you’re greeted by michael standing above you , his head cocked.

“oh michael, i didn’t see you before”.

he took a step closer, placing a cold hand on your face.

“it’s nothing michael don’t worry. i’m going to go change okay ? we can watch a movie afterwards”. you tried to get past him but he blocked your way.

he knew something wasn’t quite right. and he would not let you go till you told him.

you sighed. “okay..well those boys across the street-i know it’s stupid but they’ve been getting to me. they tend to come for my weight and it makes me feel…some type of way”. it felt nice to get this feeling off your chest.

michael nodded before pushing past you and out the door. you peered put the curtains and saw he had disappeared. you knew he dealt with his emotions differently so you didn’t bother worrying. instead you made your up the steps and to your room. maybe sleep would cure you of these horrible feelings.

——-

by the time you had awoken it was dark out. you weren’t sure how long you had been out but you felt well rested.

you caught a glimpse of michael out the corner of your eye. “mikey come hereee I wanna snuggle, i haven’t seen you all day”.

he trudged into the room and sat next to you on the bed. in the moonlight you thought you could see blood covering his coveralls , an unusual amount.

“you had a good hunt i assume”.

michael didn’t say a word. instead he held out his hand.

“oh ? what’s this”. you held your palm up to take what ever item he had.

the thing was wet and solid. you turned it over in your hand a few times trying to get a feel for it.

michael just stared wordlessly , giving you time to asses the gift he had given you. but you still were not catching on.

he grabbed your wrist and yanked you out of bed , dragging you towards your bed room window.

you weren’t sure weather to cry or throw up. outside the heads of the four teenagers were put up on stakes two on each side of the lawn. limbs and blood covered the grass.

how the hell did you sleep through all that happening so close to you ?

what really stood out though was the pavement of the driveway. using the endtrails and blood of the boys he had spelled out “u r perfect”.

“oh michael…you’re the sweetest man i have ever met. i can’t believe you did all this just for me” you embraced him , your heart swelling with love.

who would have thought michael myers would be a good boyfriend

[bemylord]

dark chocolate

♧ character: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

♧ warnings: au [omegaverse], heat, mentioned abilities and cigarettes, rough sex, hair pulling, oral, spanking, creampie, marks/hickeys, daddy kink, size kink, curse words.

♧ synopsis: his scent is dark chocolate mixed with cigarettes which maddening you. every your heat occurs distraught: sex-rest-sex. the situation is deteriorating if toji has his heat too, and it seems both you're going to have blazing heat because his scent is getting stronger.

toji is a fucking teaser: he didn't tell you that he was summoned as an experienced sorcerer killer. he knew you don't like his way to earn money, but still, you're by his side, baking him buns and please him at the night. you aren't having the toxic or abusive relationship with toji, just the thought he's killing a sorcerer somewhere far beyond a house, makes you crunch fingers. you told him you'll leave him if he won't stop doing his job, but he apologies with his tongue, and every time you forgive him.

your heat overwhelmed you spontaneously - you were baking lemon cake, specially for your lover, when your felt how the fever spread all over your body, covered every inch, and down there you felt how you became wet. your lover is gone - where the hell is he when you're needy for his pulsing dick in your dripping cunt? you turned off the oven, making small steps leading to the bedroom for his shirt.

you hate him so much right now: your heat happens every three months and it's time to have an unforgettable weekend with him. thanks to his work, he's far away from you; however, your estrus won't stop because your alfa had gone.

his fingers, his dick, you're a pathetic girl who desperately wants to smell the pungent scent of his man, feeling his throbbing dick inside your cunt, let him literally rip your uterus with his cock. you would reply: 'go ahead, fuck me that in the morning i will feel pervasive pain between my legs'

you rolled down the wall, sniffing his black shirt, remembering toji's muscular upper body, mostly abs, shines through the fabric of his clothes. his sweatpants outlining flaccid dick, although you didn't call it flaccid, but hard as rock cock.

that cock is sticks out from the fabric, those abs and biceps of his - you're dripping without your heat. his scent is dark chocolate mixed with cigarettes, especially the last one scent isn't it enough for you to become a huge mess?

'open your mouth, daddy will spit in your mouth'

who are you to disobey the simple order? your hands are tied up with his tie behind a back, you're sitting on your knees, sopping and needy for his tongue or fingers in your pussy now, but toji is teasing you until you'll be begging him.

'yes, daddy'

you opened your mouth, stick out a tongue, feeling his long fingers on your cheeks and his saliva in your mouth. you could swear to god it tastes like dark chocolate.

smelling his clothes while you've been necessitous for his dick sucks, although you've got no alternative for now, except for masturbating yourself. you reached down to pull aside the panties when you smell that scent. those forceful smells of his are overwhelming the bedroom, forcing your peachy scent to discover.

'don't you dare touch yourself, you're little whore'

you flinched, automatically removing your hand from panties. he's all wet, could bet he has been sweating since he left the house. toji is exhaling loud, probably lost his breath in the battle or while he was rushing to you. his olfactory organ could sniff out your peachy scent of heat far away from the place you're: his heat certainly took him suddenly as yours.

't-toji?'

'you know my name, peachy'

his damn it shirt silhouetting his torso, in addition, the fewer force his body to swear emits his smell became more piquant. damn his fucking handsome body and scent - if you won't have his dick, you would cry.

'daddy, please' you said almost crying, spreading apart your legs. so malleable, vulnerable, and poor for your alfa - the way you're lost in his smell makes him groaned, stood on his knees. if he has been on his first rut, he could barely control himself at the sight of your face: in your eyes are reading lust and debauchery, you're still squeezing his shirt, hoping it may helps you cum. leaning your legs on his muscular shoulders, toji left soft kisses on your ankles, unable to hold back himself, he ripped your panties, ogling at the abundance of your natural lubricant, licking his lips.

'i'm sorry, princess, i should've left you alone with your heat..' he pulls your cunt closer to his face, burying his nose in your crotch. fushigoru's sight changed to the deep and insatiable, knowing you won't fight back, completely haggard of the thoughts and desire. '..i don't think i'll go easy on you' he stood up with you on his shoulders, throwing you on the bed.

'you know how much daddy adores when you squirt on his face, baby girl, so don't hold back'

his-fucking-long-tongue. the tip of the tongue is playing with the clit whilst fingers are running over your hips. he's trying his best to prepare you for the fat cock, not ripping your cunt as it was the last time. toji's amorous attitude towards your clit and pussy, making you squeeze the sheet with your little fists, arching the back, getting lost in the pleasure. your eyes are rolling from the delight he puts you in, not be able to regulate your vocal and orgasm, you gave him what he has been asking for with an oblong moan.

'not enough, princess, give me your juices'

new orgasm is building up again, thanks to his masterpiece tongue - he plays with a sensitive spot and licking your entrance, switching the pace from the sluggish to the aggressive, makes you twitch and squirm over the bed. being soft for toji is something new - he would rather fuck you 'till you're verbatim screaming the safe word and begging to have a rest.

'give that, slut!' sorcerer screamed, burying his mouth deeper in your crotch, eating you out. his scent, his low voice, his tongue and fingers, his probably throbbing cock that wants to feel your cunt it all makes do his order, not even trying to delay it: you abundantly squirt on his face, watching at him. he licked lips, taking off his clothes. your legs are shaking, but the excitation didn't quench, conversely, the desire to feel his thick cock is growing.

'look down at my cock, aren't you being needy for it?'

the head is red because of blood that is there since the battle or since he started to lick you? toji's smears the precum on the tip of the cock, getting a contraceptive out of nowhere, putting on protection, pulls his ankles on his shoulder, leading closer to your face. he kisses you deeply, using a tongue to play with yours, mingling your saliva together, biting your lower lip. you're burying hands into his black hair, ruffling and pulling back, whimpering into the kiss. he presses the head at your entrance, biting your neck. notwithstanding he has been preparing you, his cock is large for you.

'your so tight, slut' with an unexpected move, he put his dick inside your uterus, burying it in, staring at your precious face. evidently, you didn't expect he would pull it inside quickly; your eyes widened, exhaling a whimper. toji couldn't persist, but embed a tongue in your mouth. he placed both of his hands between your head, detached from you, to ogle from the top at your ahegao. clapping and squishy are filling the room - his balls slapping against your ass making such sounds.

'kitten, fuck-' his low voice with echo distributed over the room, tilting his head back, accelerating the pace. 'i'm gonna slap your ass five times and will cum on my dick, got it, slut?'

praising and degrading you, squeezing the sheet with those strong palms, attempting to delay the orgasm until you do a creampie. 'one' sonorous sound made you squirm, but his hands give you none possibility of slipping away from flogging. 'two' toji's sturdy palm smack the same butt cheek, looking into your eyes. you're avoiding catching his sight, because, fuck, one look at his wet and gorgeous face and you will cum immediately. 'three, baby girl' you lost in the pain and delight, eyes closed tight, waiting for the last slap to give a creampie.

'fuck, four' he growled in your ear, increasing the tempo. the concupiscent and desire are managing him - he licked your neck first, before bite through your soft skin on neck, mixing your scent together, giving you a label for other boys. it's screaming - she's mine, fuck off, bastards.

'god, i'm cumming, princess, cum with me, cum with me!' toji's bass voice in conjunction with his thick cock released a creampie, finishing inside the condom. as soon as his hot semen was in the contraceptive, he pulled his cock out of your wet pussy, throw it at the basket near the bed.

'come closer, princess'

toji laid down on the pillows, pull you on his chest, rubbing your back softly, kissing your hair. both of you are breathing heavily, trying to regain the breath. he put his land on your cheek, giving you a thankful kiss on your lips.

'wanna take a bath?'

'only if you take me to the bathroom'

toji smiles, catching his breath. the heat isn't gone: you have a couple of hours to get a snack and wash your bodies before proceeding to the second round.

//~~//

i don't know if you love oneshots with toji [i mean love him as a character], if yes - i'll do the part two with the punshiment + aftercare. let say, three hundred notes? cause, yeah, he's kinda bad, but his body.. i'm simp. :3

[theoutlawfaleena]

Ayo?? 🤨 König's a colonel????? 🫢

You're telling me he's out there, cosplaying as a sniper, with half his gear FROM HOME and got taken seriously enough to be promoted idk how many times to become colonel?! 😧

The guy with a t-shirt as a mask is seriously more important than PRICE 🤠🇬🇧 and GHOST 💀🇬🇧 WITH A SKULL MASK??? 😀

I'm so speechless, but not sure if I should or not continue to treat him like a pathetic man. 🤨

- 🧟 Anon

(ik it's been a while, that fucking colonel announcement revived me and made me want to talk to u about it)

I JUST HEARD ABT THIS AND I SWEAR MY BRAIN IS SO ROTTED U CANT EVEN TELL WAHT IT IS ANYMORE

also everybody being like "he's a colonel so he's definitely like 40" i was looking back at my posts where i was saying "i feel like he's 28 at most!!!! :D" and like... grabbing my jester hat and jingling miserably across the floor

it's also got me purring tho bc lord knows i'm gonna simp for a middle aged man at any opportunity (price im looking at u)

[cathumanthing2]

Roseblings Chatfic AU Chapter 5

(Tw: implied child abuse at the end)

magic bitches

3:44 pm

scary fish lady: hey jimmy that one tango dude just called

scary fish lady: Why'd you leave your phone anyways

pathetic fish man: oh my boyfriend called woo

tech wizard: excusemewhat

tech wizard: THAT thing got a boyfriend?

actual wizard: fWhip, be nice.

pathetic fish man: Heyyy :( 

jungle bitch: jimmy doesnt have rizz he cant have a boyfriend

pathetic fish man: Yep I have a boyfriend, his name is Tango, hes awesome and he lives in hermit city

buff buff farmer: you do realize that that sounds awrully like the old excuse of, "oh they go to another school you wouldnt know them"

pathetic fish man: but I'm not lyinggg 

pathetic fish man: Lizzie help you know im telling the truth

scary fish lady: no :) 

glitter starboy: sorry but it sounds like ur lying ngl

pathetic fish man: guysss i swear im telling the truthhhh

father: Jimmy, I'm sorry to say this, but it does really sound like you're lying

hopeless romantics

3:58 pm

engineer salmon: i want to scream

engineer salmon: this is pain

Shroom: literally me all the time

elsa boi: fWhip…. I just realized who you like and

elsa boi: get a better taste in men. Please

simp for elves: scott you do know that xornoth told me all about your crush on jimmy last year

elsa boi: im gonna kill them-

elsa boi: but seriously fwhip why. Why. i thought you hated him

Shroom: …I JUST FIGURED IT OUT JUST FROM THAT

Shroom: fwhip. why.

simp for elves: fwhip you like HIM????

engineer salmon: I CANT CONTROL IT OK HES SO PATHETIC ITS SO CUTE-

Shroom: …hes gotten to the point where he thinks the patheticness is cute

Shroom: hes too far gone

elsa boi: best to let the sickness run its course hel cometo it eventualkly

simp for elves: still i cant believe you like jimmy

elsa boi: shh, joey, we're all too gay for this you fucking like my sibling

Shroom: fwhip if jimmy does like you back tho itll take like 6 monts for him to realize it and another 6 monts for him to make a move and by then itll have faded so gl

engineer salmon: kill me now

holders of the sacred braincell

4:02 pm

Queen of all Ducks: should we tell the truth or should we let them keep thinking jimmys lying

Water Cat: lets just wait till tango inevitably visits hermit city bcause that'll be funny

Sandman: As one of Tango and the others' "stalkers", as they call us, I can help nudge it along appropriately. Unless you want to, Pearl.

Queen of all Ducks: Yesssss meddling in others' relationshipssss

Magic Nerd: Ooh can I join? 

Magic Nerd: Actually no I have too much work to finish i cant help

Queen of all Ducks: Cmon, whens the last time you had some fun Gem

Queen of all Ducks: Please join?

Magic Nerd: Sorry, but I seriously have too much work to finish to be doing fun things right now

Queen of all Ducks: fine 

Gem set down her phone, eyes watering. It stung to have to turn down an invitation to do something fun with her friends, but she had to.

She glanced at the C she got on an essay she stayed up an entire night to finish, a reminder to work harder and do better work.

She wiped her tears away and began to type. No use in dwelling on past assignments that she failed miserably on.

(Her mind kept drifting to her parents' reaction to the bad grade, and she shuddered. It didn't help her focus at all.)

[deadmandreams]

Four | Five

⚠️: same old warnings

y/n pov:

you were back in the hallway. naoya was still sitting behind his table. two of his crew were watching outside. scarface was guarding the front door. The other two were keep watching the back door. you were sitting right beside toji. after your huge fight, you decided is time to stop judging him and wait for his plan. diner's weather was a bit cold. you were shaking a little bit. toji noticed your shaky figure. he threw his hand on your shoulders and pulled you to his side. you didn't know was it for mental support or his hot body warmed you up. you felt safe. fuck naoya, you felt safer than ever. maybe having toji by your side was a miracle. without him, you would break down by now. you inhaled his bittersweet scent and leaned into him unconsciously and purred. toji smirked as he looked at your relaxed face. naoya's face twitched.

"tch. I can't keep it up with your stupid show. hope he's showing up soon. masaki how much he's late?"

"few hours sir."

"fucker. that son of bitch I swear to god is going to pay for mocking me. I gotta say your stupid lovey-dovey state is not helping either. toji I thought you're a real man not a fucking simp like this." toji deep breathed through your hair as he stared at him. he was daring him to do something about it. "jealous?"

naoya gnashed his teeth.

"toji don't make me mad, you don't know me and you definitely don't know what things I'm capable to do."

"oh yeah? like what? wanna pick another cute waitress and threaten her to kill me? or you're just gonna cry about it."

naoya snapped out of his place.

"Don't mess with me man. you don't know who I am. I need to make one phone call and your family is going to pay for what you did"

"yeah...same old pussy naoya. whenever you get into something serious you'll go and hide behind your daddy and your stupid family. I know who you are. that fucking zenins gave me nothing but a broken personality and physical damage. I had to pick my dead wife's name to clear up zenins out of my life."

your eyes got opened.

"oh my god...toji..." you hugged him involuntarily. you remembered earlier when you misjudged him. you knew having a terrible family is the worst.

"is alright doll." he patted your head. naoya narrowed his eyes.

"Should've known you were that pathetic loser who got kicked out of the clan. you should be dead by now. you worthless pain on the ass" now if toji did keep it cool before this, he was damn mad right now. you could see it in his eyes. he was thirsty for this man's blood. maybe this was his dark side he warned you about. his eyes were frozen on naoya as he whispered in your ear.

"hey y/n. I want you to go and hide under the counter where no one can see you." "What?"

"it will be over soon. don't come out till I say your name. be a good girl and do as I say."

"ok"

you ran to the kitchen. you find the closet for bread and groceries and you hide in it. you heard one or two different gunshots and naoya that was swearing to toji and calling for his crew back up. then a few minutes later after they ran out of bullets you heard toji add a few swears and guns started shooting again. you were sure toji just came out of his shelter because there were a few shouts of pain and everything went to a deadly silence. what happened? is he alright? please god please let him be ok so I can hear his voice with a cheesy remark. you heard footsteps in the kitchen. come on toji. please say something. don't let me think naoya did something horrible to you.

"where are you birdie? is over now. told you to go the counter, kitchen is too damn far for an oldman like me." you jumped out of the closet

"there she is."

you hugged him tightly.

"toji im so happy you're alright. one second I thought....everything was fucking silent...I thought something bad just happened."

"for who? for me? cut the bullshit princess is too good to die in a fucked up diner like this. let's go birdie everything is alright now."

you were giggling when you heard someone laugh and pulled the safety lever.

"toji look out!" you came out from behind him and you shield yourself.

toji pov:

naoya that fucker. toji should make sure he's dead next time, not that he's still alive and someone's else blood covered this fact for him.

"alright you disgusting love birds, I will finish you with my own hands. screw this deal and screw this date. that son of a bitch didn't show up and my people died. I guess I have to kill you two and say that mission failed. bummer! any last words?" If it wasn't for y/n in front of him, toji would risk everything and attacked naoya. He's a pussy. direct attacks will scare the shit out of him. toji looked behind him and see your cook, yaga with a chair behind his head. toji smirked

"yeah hears something I like to add."

naoya snored.

"what??"

"sweet dreams naoya"

"yeah, you think you're better than me even when I have the gun? that's why I always hated y-"

yaga slammed the chair and naoya fell to the ground.

"YAGA! how did you-"

"is a long story l/n. sorry, I kept long. we should thank our friend for saving us from this illegal mafia. thank you sir"

"yeah. thank you toji. for everything. and of course, blowing those assholes"

"y/n, language!"

"okkay...but we own you big time. we will make it up to you. I will personally make it up to you because of everything you've been through and well you know...anything ever happened to you no matter where you are we will help you out."

toji smirked

"yeah, thanks doll but you don't need to get yourself in trouble. free coffee can help." yaga and you looked at each other. of course, he would underestimate you guys but you meant every word.

****

toji got his stuff together.

"so you sure you don't need help cleaning this mess?" you and yaga shook your heads

"of course. Don't mind it at all. consider it done."

"alright. I'm going then."

you couldn't stay still

"hey toji"

"yeah birdie?"

"see ya"

he smiled and shook his head, and then, he left the diner. you followed him midway you shook your hand till he disappeared from your sight. A few months later, after toji started and finished several missions, still he was thinking about you all the time. the way you looked in your cute skirt. the way you smelled and talked. and your sweet innocent eyes. he really missed you and the way you acted with your sweet smile. people like you deserve the best. is a shame this world is so unfair against you two. toii was waiting for shiu kong to come and give him new info about his next mission. his pockets are a bit empty so he will accept anything with good money in it. "alright toji here's the new profile. you remember one of your last missions when we sent you to war-torn zone?"

"hey, that was a shitty one. zenin clan is still pissed at me. they threatened me few times and they still send assassins. that is a huge pain on the ass."

"hey I know, I know that was a huge risky one. but come on you wanted the money not me."

"yeah well, whatever it was is over now. alright? I'm not going there ever again. maybe for one cup of coffee but that's all." "alright then. you sure you don't want this new mission?"

"yeah of course I am."

"even if they pay you triple this time?" toji's face twitched

"wait wait...let me see the profile again." "no I'm sorry man it's either in or out. is a real important thing so info is classified"

kong looked at toji with a sarcastic smile. "you bastard. you know money is my only weakness. let me see the profile" kon smiled and slide the documents on the table. toji checked them out. same place. same info. "look you gotta shiting me alright? I told you no one nor a mafia was there alright? is this a prank?" kong raised his eyebrows.

"prank? for christ's sake, NO! look this time our guy find some new information about your target. last time you had nothing. we found some valuable info about their main headquarters and a few names. now you have a name you have a face to kill. I gotta say everyone wants her dead"

"oh yeah?....that will help a lot. let me see this motherfuck-"

Y/N, L/N

Head of new obstructionists in the region

committed few murders against old-line clans.

and there was a picture of you shooting with a machine gun. no, it's impossible. toji looked at the image few times. like he expected it to show a different person each time. but no...there she was with her glory and her beautiful eyes. she was a different person in this photo. a monster. just like him when he was shooting in the diner. seems y/n was right. you will meet again.

Thank you guys for the support and everything. Hope you enjoyed it.

[rayofsunas]

s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas