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[wonniesdoll]

locked up - yjw

MDNI 18+ ONLY! this is SMUT.

- this is my first time ever writing smut, so feedback is totally appreciated but pls be kind and lmk what you think :)

- english is not my first language! do lmk if you see any spelling mistakes hihi.

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warnings: female reader, throat fucking(f!receiving), chastity belt(f!receiving), anal play(f!receiving) reader can be picked up and carried, hair can be grabbed, "you" pov, vaginal pleasure denial? is there a word for this idk!! degrading word! (slut) used on reader, jungwon is readers bf and they are kinky! reader is desperate but super into what's going on

umm.. this is my first smut so lmk what else i should add here since idrk how tumblr etiquette works but lmk if i did anything wrong pls!

also how do you make text a different color without having it be underlined pls help me a girl is struggling! also sorry the layout is ugly i was struggling with all the editing omg but happy reading! if anyone has tips or anything for me or wants to be friends even plsplsplps slide into my dms I'm so nice!!!

it starts here!

an irritated whine rips out of your throat as your boyfriend, jungwon, puts the stupid, stupid chastity belt on you. the one he's been threatening to put on you as a punishment since.. well, for a long time. but today is when you managed to make him snap.

finally.

the action of him going through with putting you in the chastity belt proves to frustrate you even more, the cage encasing your throbbing pussy into an evil metal cage.

specifically designed to deny you pleasure.

"shut up, brat." he angrily mutters, his hands working harshly to secure the belt as you squirm on the bed.

"I'll be good from now on, i swear!!" another whine of protest slips out, and you immediately draw back seeing the way Jungwon's eyes narrow at you when he hears your voice once more.

"I told you earlier, baby. sluts like you don't deserve pleasure. pleasure is for good girls." he says, fastening the belt for the last time and securing the it with a small padlock before pulling back slightly to admire his handiwork, key in hand.

you're prettily sprawled out and squirming underneath him, naked, just how he likes it. your soft skin is glowing underneath the faint streams of evening sunlight filtering through the curtains and onto your desperate, pathetically adorable body.

"I'm sorry for touching myself without your permission, but isn't this a bit too harsh? a chastity belt, really?" you complain diligently, still wanting to stay on his good side for the sake of your throbbing pussy.

Jungwon simply grins in response, his dimples making an appearance and melting your heart despite your uncontrollable horniness as the chastity belt restricts you.

"i told you, no cumming for a week. how am i supposed to know you won't try to get that desperate pussy off while I'm away, hm?"

his catlike eyes glance down at the chastity belt, a metal one he had ordered to be perfectly fit for your pretty body. he smirks again before stuffing the key into his pocket and shuffling a bit further away to admire you even more.

"i won't! please just take it off, Wonnie.." you whimper, begging softly, wanting nothing more than to jump on top of him and ride his thick, hard dick until you both pass out.

"if you had been a good girl, this wouldn't have happened, you brat." he grins as he comes closer to your figure on the bed, languidly sliding his hand down the chastity belt, right where he knows your slit is dripping and quivering.

so wet. so ready for him. so naughty.

you watch him with dilated pupils. dirty, vile thoughts running through your pretty little head as he continues his teasing ministrations.

your breath hitches when his hand suddenly slips lower, tracing along the metal ring that presents your other hole to him. the forbidden one.

that's right. not only does Jungwon's punishment include denying you of your own pleasure for a week, it also includes him taking you anally, since he sure as hell isn't going to suffer through a week of no sex because of your bratty behavior.

"do you remember the rules i explained earlier, baby?" your boyfriend asks, his pretty fingers circling around your puckered hole as he watches your facial expressions carefully.

he loves you after all, and he wants to make sure you're not uncomfortable throughout this entire encounter.

"yes i do. you're not touching my pussy for a week, nor am i allowed to. you'll satisfy yourself by using my ass or my mouth." you obediently repeat the rules back to him, eyes lighting up at the smile on his face at the sight of you being so good.

"that's a good girl." he praises you, his finger dragging some of the slick on your inner thigh before lazily falling back to your asshole, which he begins teasing with that very same finger.

you jolt in surprise, trying your best to relax as you sink into the pillows, a faint whimper escaping you at the feeling of his fingertip stretching your ass out slightly as it begins tipping into you. the heels of your feet dig into the mattress slightly as you focus on the delicious feeling.

your eyes land on the bulge that can easily be seen in his sweatpants. he's been achingly hard ever since he got home, expecting to see his sweet, cute girlfriend readily waiting at the door to be able to greet him with a kiss and a hug like usually.

yet, all he was met with when he tiredly walked in after a long day of recording and practice, was a dark house along with faint moans coming from your shared bedroom.

upon further inspection, Jungwon had found you, wearing only one of his shirts. the fabric of the white cotton was draping onto your thighs as you rode a pillow. his pillow. there was a blissful look on your face as you chased your high with closed eyes and an open mouth, sweet little moans slipping from your lips as you called out for your boyfriend while having absolutely no idea that he was watching you from the doorway.

that's how you ended up in this predicament in the first place, now having little to no say in what would be done to you during the oncoming week. and you couldn't be more turned on at the thought.

the thought of Jungwon using you for his pleasure while simultaneously denying all of your needs made your pussy unbelievably wet, little droplets of your essence already leaking through the slit of the chastity belt, staining the silver metal in your juices.

you opened your legs a bit wider for him to get a good look at the sight of his finger sliding in and out of your exposed asshole, the metal ring almost serving as a guide for where exactly to train your eyes to have the best view.

"f-fuck.." you bite back a moan. anal had always been something you'd been into, and it's only recently that you brought it up with Jungwon, who was more than happy to help you indulge in your desires.

"language." you jolt when your boyfriend slaps your inner thigh sternly, yet softly. his tone isn't angry, it's a warning.

"sorry, wonnie.." you smile sheepishly as he continues to gently stretch your asshole with his fingers.

one finger, then two, then three. at this point you're a blubbering mess. uncontrollably moaning as your chest rises and falls rapidly while he fingers your asshole with a smirk on his face. "wonnie please.." you beg softly, your sweet eyes pleading with him.

"not a chance, baby." the man simply grins at you before reaching over and grabbing an adorable buttplug off the bedside table. it's metal, it has a base with a pink, heart shaped jewel that perfectly matches some of the other cute pink pieces of lingerie Jungwon buys you all the time.

he coats it in a layer of your slick that's leaked out of the slit in the chastity belt before carefully slipping it into your tight asshole, presumably to keep you nice and stretched for when he wants to use you there, which you absolutely couldn't wait for.

"please, not even anal? you really won't even fuck my ass? i need it wonnie.. please." you beg softly, wanting nothing more than to have your boyfriend's pretty cock sliding in and out of you while you moan into his mouth.

"no. you don't deserve to be touched by me right now, you've been bad." Jungwon huffs in response, making sure the buttplug is fit snugly inside of your tight little ass. his hand comes down to leave a smack on the skin of your plush ass, grabbing a handful and spreading your cheeks to get a good look at the buttplug inside you and the metal ring which would allow him to use your ass at all times if he so wished to.

his eyes then moved upwards, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he trains his gaze onto the metal slab encasing your pussy. your tight, sweet wetness. he lets out a small, audible groan at the sight of the amount of essence dripping out of the slit in the middle of the chastity belt, imagining how good your tight pussy would feel right now, skilfully gripping his aching cock as you whimpered his name.

he shakes away the thoughts, wanting to stay strong and true to the discipline he has planned for you, finally allowing his eyes to peer even higher and to look at your desperate, adorable face.

your pupils are completely dilated, your beautiful tits moving up and down with the deep breaths you take as you look deep into his eyes with the most desperate expression he's ever seen on you.

"please?" you plead innocently.

fuck.

fuck.

Jungwon could smack himself in the face in frustration, his cock twitching at the sound of your sweet voice, sounding so pathetic. so pretty. so perfect. He wanted nothing more than to rip that chastity belt off you and to bury himself deep inside your wonderful pussy for all eternity.

but he didn't. he wouldn't.

"No. Now stop whining and get on your knees." his hands move to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down along with his boxers as you rush to kneel in front of him.

Jungwon smirks down at you as he pulls his hard cock out of his sweats, eyes trained on your desperate face.

your own eyes are locked on Jungwon's hard cock. the shape of his mushroom tip, each vein, each barely noticable ridge completely engraved in your mind.

you were a slut for cock. you were an absolute whore for your boyfriend's cock, though.

The man in question stands tall in front of you, grabbing the base of his cock and hissing softly as he strokes himself a few times, his free hand reaching towards your hair to grip it, gently pulling your face closer to the twitching muscle as you breathe out in contentment.

"suck." he commands, slapping his achingly hard cock onto your cheek twice.

you don't have to be told again, opening your mouth and swirling your tongue around his pink tip, savoring the taste of the precum that's been dribbling out since he got home.

a small moan escapes you just as Jungwon groans in satisfaction, leaning back against the wall as he watches you slowly work your way down his cock.

you look up into his eyes, making eye contact as you take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head.

the sight above you belongs in a magazine, or on the wall of a museum, maybe it even deserves to be displayed on one of gigantic building's screens in time square.

jungwon is looking down at you, the same intensity in his eyes that's undoubtedly being mirrored back to him as you suck him off how he likes it. his lips are parted as he groans, waiting for the perfect moment..

it's when you finally ease his cock into your willing, tight throat that jungwon knows it's okay for him to retake control. so he does.

you moan softly around his cock as both hands trail down, gripping your hair tightly, yet gently.

"tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop, yeah?" he whispers, stroking your hair affectionately before his expression hardens and he stands up a bit straighter.

you can barely nod due to his tight grip, but you both understand it. you're ready.

with that, he takes control. his hands are swiftly tangled into your hair as he thrusts forward slowly, burying his length deep into your throat and letting out what's possibly the sluttiest moan you've ever heard from a man.

you're no different, trying to trail your hand down to rub your clit before the realization sets in. you're locked. caged up. your poor clit and hole completely off limits.

you're not sure if you tear up because of the thought that you can't get off, or because of the fact that the tip of Jungwon's cock keeps slamming against the back of your throat, but you quickly focus on relaxing your throat once more, trying not to choke too much as your boyfriend fucks your face, smirking when he sees you remember the chastity belt.

"aw, my poor little slut." he grins devilishly, driving his throbbing cock in and out of your throat. "can't even get off without me, hm?" he smirks at the way you look right now.

there's an almost dollike expression on your face. to him at least. your pupils are completely dilated as you try to keep eye contact with him, there's a bunch of drool running down the corner of your mouth, and dripping down your face and onto your pretty tits, the mixture of your saliva, tears, and his precum making him twitch in your throat.

Mmm," he hums, his hips undulating in a rhythm that matches his moans. His left hand lets go of your hair, now trailing down, he gropes your breast, squeezing and pinching one of your sensitive, hardened nipples. his thrusts don't slow down at all as he lazily plays with your tits while fucking your throat.

"fuck. I'm close." jungwon warns, his hips not stilling at all as he pistons in and out of your willing mouth. you're all too turned on right now, and he can tell by the way your arousal is leaking from the slit in the chastity belt and onto the floor while you choke on his cock.

the mere thought of you being so turned on yet so helpless makes his vision go white as his orgasm washes over him. his hips twitch uncontrollably as he shoots his load deep into your throat. his hands are now both gripping your head tightly as he keeps you right where he wants- no. where he needs you as he fills your throat with his pearly cum while moaning out.

he groans out, his hips jerking violently as he empties his cum down your throat. "Swallow." he commands, his grip tightening in your hair.

and you? you couldn't be happier. your own eyes roll back as you feel his cum invade your body. the way he's holding you down so tightly, his cock absolutely enveloped by your throat as he cums down it. you obediently swallow around him, the feeling of your throat convulsing around his length making him let out another deep groan.

your nose is buried into his neatly trimmed pubic hair as he holds you there for a few more seconds. he then pumps in and out of your mouth twice to ride out his high before finally pulling out, allowing you to catch your breath.

you pant, looking up at him with teary eyes and a messy face. "i swallowed.." you inform him in a timid tone, suddenly feeling a bit shy under his gaze.

"I know," he smirks, his hand moving to stroke your cheek gently while you open your mouth to show him you really did swallow all the cum he spilled inside. "such a good girl."

you look up at him pleadingly, whimpering softly. "please, wonnie.. it's not enough!" you complain once more, tugging on the stupid chastity belt in frustration.

Jungwon giggles softly, taking his pants and boxers off completely before leaning down to pick you up and take you into his arms, carrying you to the bed with ease.

you relax as he lays you down on the bed on your back, taking another good luck at your pretty little plugged up asshole, the ring around it making it even prettier.

he's always liked jewelry on you, after all.

his hand trails down and he strokes his throbbing cock once more, cursing softly when he realizes he's still achingly hard for you.

you whimper once more, spreading your legs a bit more and pulling them up to your chest, showing off my caged pussy and the jewel on the hilt of the buttplug.

"wonnie please.. just want your cock in me. I'll be a good girl, i swear. please?" you beg pathetically, tears now dripping down your sweet face due to the sheer frustration you felt at your needy pussy being so neglected. he wouldn't even touch your ass?

Jungwon simply smirks, cooing at you before leaning over you to kiss you passionately, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste himself on your tongue as his hands trail down your body, resting on your tits as your legs wrap around his waist.

the tip of his cock leaks precum all over your caged pussy, the metal now coated in small spurts and smears of the pearly essence.

he kisses you a bit more, tongue exploring your mouth as one of his hands slide from groping your pretty tits to your hips before finding its way between your legs to gently tug the buttplug out.

you draw in a sharp breath at the intensity of his actions, a shiver running down your spine as he leans down to whisper in your ear as you feel the buttplug gently being pulled out of you.

"are you ready for me, baby..?"

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*screams internally* if u read to here idk i just planted a fat kiss on ur forehead mwah ily and I'm making an introduction post soon SO STAY TUNEDDDD

[weirdsht]

HELLOOOOO I MISSED UUUU btw do u still entertain tcf angst reqs? BECAUSEEEE 😋😋

So what if reader x Cale in which reader has superpowers because of their magical eyes. They befriended Cale and became smth more but THENNN shit happened, Cale needed to be healed immediately because his wound is too severe for crybaby. Reader had no resources left because his wound is way too fatal to even wait for help.

But then they remember how their eyes kept them alive, so they decided to do the unthinkable—give him their eyes through magic.

But, if reader does it, they'd die

They still did it anyways

Lols imagine the agony

I wonder how he'll live thru that

IMTSORRY

Sentient - Cale/Reader

a/n: i'm still sick so this is a bit short huhu

tags: no specific gender mentioned for reader, death, hurt no comfort

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Requests are open and welcome

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The battle zone is as fierce as ever. Different powers raining down on the opposition. Everyone wants to dominate the enemy.

In other words, it was total chaos.

But it is something you have grown accustomed to. One of the perks of being Cale Henituse’s best friend and lover you guess.

Still, despite that, it doesn’t take away the anxiety gnawing at your chest. It doesn’t matter how many times you do this, you’re still scared that something might happen to your family.

To your love.

Usually, nothing happens. Usually, even in the most disadvantageous position, Cale figures something out.

But why…

“A-ARGH !!”

Cale couldn’t help but scream in pain as the enemy’s power pierced through his body. You didn’t know what happened, everything progressed too fast. One moment a white light enveloped your lover's body then next he was on the ground, bleeding profusely.

Wasting no time, you and Choi Han brought Cale to a more secluded area. Everyone else covered for the three of you so no enemy could follow.

“How is Cale-nim, [Name]-nim?”

Choi Han asked worriedly as you used your magical eye to assess Cale’s condition. Meanwhile, that very same man was writhing and groaning in pain— wondering why the crybaby wasn’t working as efficiently.

“It’s… it’s not looking good…”

Your voice shakes as your hands press onto one of his larger wounds. Despite your efforts, blood keeps flowing through his skin and eventually through your arms.

“His wounds are too severe… On top of that, he exhausted his power so his healing abilities are having a hard time as well.”

It hurts your heart to see your beloved in pain while unable to do anything. To see him near unconscious with his powers unable to efficiently help him.

You’d do anything to help him.

Sacrifice whatever just to make sure he’ll live.

And so you wrack your brain, thinking of what can you do to save Cale— to save your one true love. As you did your eyes kept glowing, constantly monitoring his condition as the newly arrived Saint Jack did his best to heal the young master.

“It’s futile…”

You muttered to yourself, yet everyone heard you.

“The enemy left traces of their power in his body. Healing powers will be futile…”

Despite being in pain, Cale caressed your cheeks as he felt your tears on his skin. His hands touching just below your eyes. Cale’s action only proceeded to make you cry harder, touched and in pain at the fact that he still puts you first.

But then something about his touch made you realise something.

Your eyes..!

You can sacrifice your eyes!

It’s risky— no, it’s more than risky. In fact, it would cost you your life. 

If you give Cale your eyes, you will cease to exist.

These magical eyes are the very essence of your life force after all.

It saddens you when you think that you would not be able to be with Cale if you did this. But that sadness is overwritten by one simple fact.

You want Cale to live.

Even at the cost of your own life.

And so you take both of Cale’s hands on your own and start the process of transferring your eyes— your life force.

Cale Henituse was in a lot of pain. He could barely move from how much pain his wounds brought him. But still, he could tell what you were trying to do.

And he can’t allow it.

“[Name] no! Don’t do it!”

He weakly screamed and his words made Choi Han and Saint Jack come to their senses. All of them were suddenly aware of what you were trying to do.

After all, it was public knowledge among your group that your eyes are what keep you alive.

Everyone moved to try and stop you, but the transferring process was quicker than they’d expected. Before they could yank you away from Cale his wounds had already started closing, looking as though he was good as new.

A tell-tale sign that the transfer was a success. 

“Why…”

Cale muttered as he held you in his arms. Your positions now reversed as you are the one on the verge of death.

“Because I love you…”

You weakly said as you gave in your consciousness. Allowing the dancing black spots to take you to eternal slumber.

There was a small smile on your face as you closed your eyes.

Yet Cale cannot find it in himself to smile back as he normally would.

[whatislovevavy]

11. Strawberry Kisses & Lovers’ Reprieve 

Jake Seresin x OC (Caledonia Hughes)

WC: 11.4 k (God, I’m so sorry…but I’m really not)

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Warnings: swearing, smut (18+), oral ( f & m recieving), p in v, a touch of angst, Jake still needing to do some groveling, bits of fluff sprinkled throughout

AN: Thank you guys for your immense patience with this story. Hopefully the fact that it’s hella long makes up for the wait. I hope you guys like it. I put a lot of thought and effort into this one. Thank you @sebsxphia for the encouragement to write this story when it was in development, it means the world <3 

All of my writings will be added to my writing side blog @sophs-writing-nook 

These characters, except for Caledonia and Ella, are obviously not my own. This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation. 

The soft glow of the morning sun softly stirred you from the depths of slumber that clung to your mind like cooling tar. It couldn’t have been that early, could it? Your toes sought to stretch out, but were hindered in their efforts, ensnared by a pair of taut, strong legs.  Eyes fluttering open, you were immediately met with soft, tan skin and pink, parted lips. 

Has he always looked so peaceful like this?

Your lip quirked, eyes tracing over each fine feature of his face. You almost felt like you were intruding, seeing something truly vulnerable and rare, like a doe tending to her fawn in a free meadow. His soft puffs of breath washed over the crisp white pillow case, his feather-light eyelashes brushing against the soft material as you silently admired him in the morning light. You snaked your arm from between your bodies, letting the back of your forefinger brush against the slight scruff of his exposed cheek, drifting to his temple, and softly brushing some of the stray blond strands of hair away from his forehead. Your teeth find their home in your bottom lip as you gently trace his cupid bow with the pad of your forefinger. A soft sigh passed his lips that almost had you jolting against his warm body that was intimately intertwined with your own, retracting your finger with a suppressed bright grin. 

It made you eternally grateful for saying yes to Jake in the frayed maroon booth of Francisco’s. You were so scared and unsure, like a newborn foal shakily coming to its feet. The memories of your arrangement came through your mind like a gale through a house on the coast.  

From how he started calling you Lass the first night you started working at Penny’s bar.  

When he kissed you for the first time.

Left his first love bite on your neck.

Unraveled you like no one ever had.

Held you oh so closely at the retirement gala and fiercely defended you at the turn of a dime. 

How he held you securely, yet delicately. 

Was so kind and understanding during your first time, and with every experience thereafter. 

How he never looked at you with pity.

The immense sense of safety you felt when around him. 

How much you loved him, and how much he loved you in return. 

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” 

His sleep riddled tone broke your train of thought, eyes flashing to his still closed ones. You hummed, lips morphing into a smile. A content smile grew on his lips as you gently scratched your nails along his scalp, eyes still closed. “Just thinking,” you whisper. He peaked his eyes open, letting the sunlight pass through the verdant hue of his eyes. His eyebrows rose teasingly. “Hmm, about how much of an amazing lover I am?” You bit into your lip, shaking your head as a grin overcomes your features, a soft laugh coming through your plush lips that makes him grin. “No,” you teased, softly shoving his bare chest with your hand, a soft chuckle passing his lips, “just how much has changed for the both of us since that night at Francisco's.” He hummed, letting his hand settle at your waist, gently toying with the thin material of your cotton panties that made goosebumps blossom on your skin. 

“Only good things, I hope,” he whispered as he leaned in closer to your lips. 

“Only good things,” you affirmed, eyes darting from his eyes to his lips. 

His comforting smile met yours, gently nudging more and more into your personal space with an increasingly heated energy. He gently rolled you onto your back as he supported himself on his bent elbow, his finger gently running along the smooth skin of your collarbone. Softly, he separates, letting his forehead settle against your own and giving you that same charming smile that had you pouring him an extra few ounces at the bar top. 

“God, you drive me crazy, Caledonia.” 

Your breath hitched at the heavy sincerity of his tone that almost makes you clutch your thighs in need. And the way he said your name always, always, made you giddy. 

 “Aw, Jake, you just can’t get enough of me, huh?” You teased with a playful gleam in your eye. A perfect mix of playfulness and lust gliding through the waters of his irises. 

"I'm not entirely to blame for that," he whispered, leaning in closer to your face, his hand sneaking under the covers to run his thumb along your hip, "You're the one laying here in your tiny pair of panties makin’ it hard to think about much else." You snorted, rolling your eyes as his infectious chuckles met your ears. He brings his lips to your own, humming at your taste as your lips meld to his, languidly making out like two well-acquainted lovers. Moans slipping past your lips as his calloused hand gently slips between your hot skin and the thin layer of your undergarment, your thigh adjusting to grant him better access. Breath hitching against his lips as the tips of his fingers meet your clit. He smirks against your lips, starting to rub the pads of his fingers over your sensitive pearl of nerves. The soft whines he pulls from you stroke his steadily beating heart, encouraging him to continue his soft, tender ministrations as his lips trail down your neck to your bare breasts, gently pulling the sheets down below you. He smiles against your skin at the feeling of your nipples stiffening in the AC. Your hips bucking in anticipation against his hand. 

“Easy there, Lass.” You want to glare at him. The smug bastard. He wears his cat-got-the-cream grin as he takes your slowly stiffening peak into his mouth, softly nibbling and toying with the sensitive flesh. His tongue peaks out to tantalizingly flick at your taut nipples, almost making you taste blood with how hard you’re biting into your lip. Squirming as he softly bites down, making you cry out, almost missing him start to crawl down your body, and settle between your plush thighs. His eyes meet yours, that same playful gleam as he slides your panties down your thick thighs. Breath hitching as he leaves tender kisses along your ankle, to behind your knee to the inside of your thigh. He takes a deep breath, his cock throbbing at the sight of your bare cunt, gleaming in the morning sunlight, like morning dew on a petal. His gaze pinpoints on a single drop of your peach sweet essence that teases him as it rolls down your blush pink folds. His tongue peaks out to wet his lower lip. 

“Jake.”

His eyes flashed to yours, a wry grin curving his lips, “what is it, pretty girl? What do you need?” You huffed, thighs clenching around his shoulders in the volatile brew of lust and frustration. His smile grew tenfold.

“Need your mouth.” 

The taste of iron is almost present as your teeth imbed themselves into your lower lip.

He hummed, letting his hand run along the sensitive complexion of your inner thighs. His chest filling with pride at each shiver and flinch of your thighs against his feather soft caress. 

“You're missing something, beautiful.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in your lust hazed state. What the hell was he- oh. “Your such a fucking tease, you know that?” His eyebrows rose vexingly, waiting for you to rectify your statement that was borderline a command to keep your sanity in check. 

You licked your lips, “Please, J-Jake, I need your mouth on my pussy.”

His smirk grew into a devilish grin. 

“Good girl, Lass… can't have you forgetting your manners.”

Your breathing hitched, fingers twisting harder into his locks of hair making him groan. Any defiant answer died on your lips as he toyed with your clit using the tip of his tongue. His mischievous eyes locked on yours as he teasingly flicked at your clit, caressing it with his smooth muscle. His sinful smile grew across his face as his tongue worked its steadily overwhelming magic on you, each shot of electricity making your toes curl. 

“You're like m’own personal honey stash,” he chuckled, giving your flushed folds a broad lick, a deep chested groan of satisfaction meeting your ears. Eyes fluttering shut as his dextrous muscle met your plush bundle of nerves, the feeling like the return of spring after a barren winter. You can feel him rocking his hips into the mattress as he nibbled and sucked at the soaked lips of your cunt. It made your head spin thinking about how this man acted when it came to getting on his knees for you. 

“So fucking perfect, taste so damn good, sweetheart.” You shivered as he growled, his tongue running through your folds, lapping up everything you offered to him. You’re helpless, laying on your back cushioned by his soft sheets and pillows as he drinks from your flushed cunt. Your thighs try to squeeze around his head but his broad hand pins one of your thighs above your hip, his free hand placing your other thigh over his shoulder, leaving you completely at his mercy. No choice, but to let him softly feast on you. “Oh, yes,” you crooned, thighs shivering as his stubble scratched at the delicate complexion of your inner thigh, your fingers threading tighter into his locks of hair making a sly grin overtake his features and eyes glint with mischief. The obscene slurps and groans from between your thighs made your cheeks heat, his hands almost trying to physically conjoin to your hips and pinned thigh. It wouldn't surprise you if you found marks in perfect resemblance to his broad hands on your thighs from his ministrations. 

“Yes, yes, I missed your mouth so much,” you moaned out with a whimper. His eyes fluttering shut as your nails pierce into his scalp, weaving into his gilded tufts of hair. The tantalizing touch of the blunt-edged, ruby red nails digging into his scalp paired with the sweet, intoxicating taste that dribbled from your cunt made his spine tingle between his hips. He could definitely get used to lazy mornings like this with you, savoring and worshiping your body the way it deserved- the way it always deserved. He let his lips leave your cunt, your soft whines marking his exit. Softly, he lathed kisses on the inside of your thighs, sucking and nibbling at the tender flesh. Your mewls of pleasure and increasing neediness made the marks he left on you that much sweeter. Beautiful blotches of magenta, lavender and deep blue litter your thighs and thick hips. 

He gently teased two of his thick fingers at the ingress of your cunt, letting them run through your folds and soak up the sweet nectar you always gave him an abundance of. You tugged at his hair, “Jake, please.” He chuckled against your thighs, littering one last blotch of color to his favorite canvas. 

“Shh, princess, I’m just takin’ my time, no need to get hasty.” 

You pouted, making him chuckle, and that saccharine grin that always made your stomach flip to grace his features. Your breath hitched as he pushed his fingers in, letting your walls embrace his welcomed digits. He whistled, “jus’ like a hot knife through butter, baby.” A fresh wave of heat courses through you at his drawl, the vice of your cunt tightening around his fingers, much to his delight. He gently brought his tongue back to your sopping cunt that gushed beautifully for him. Thrusting into your soft, welcoming embrace, his tongue danced along your clit. Toying with your sanity with each playful suck and nibble of your sensitive gem. Your hitched breaths and mewls filled his bedroom as every cohesive thought left your head. He felt your hands move frantically between grasping the back of his head and the pillow beneath your own.

"Oh, Jake." 

He swore he would never get used to the wanton, sultry, desperate tone your voice took in this state. A high pitched whine left your throat as your thighs shook against his iron hold. 

His fingers continuing their steady rhythm into your dripping cunt, against that sweet, delicious, little spot that had your mind hazy and incoherent syllables leaving your perfect lips. Your eyes clenched shut, silent screams, and broken cries leave your lips as he pulls your release from you. Playing your body and mind with the ease of a professional violinist in concert. 

His lips lathed open-mouthed kisses along the insides of your plush thighs, gleaming eyes dancing to your teary ones as he diligently watched you return back to your body. His fingers moving at the same soft pace, relishing in your walls fluttering around his thick digits like the butterflies he got in his stomach whenever you smiled at him. 

He knew you could handle another one; it was all part of making up for lost time. He softly brought his hand up, gliding it along your skin, to settle at your breast; fondling, squeezing, and pinching at your taut nipple, smirking at the noises he brought past your lips. 

"Such a good girl…missed taking care of you like this," His thick, sleep graveled drawl made your walls clench around his fingers. You hummed, a soft whine passing your throat. 

He grinned from his spot between your legs, "you missed that too, Lass? Missed when I took care of my pretty, little pussy? Stuffed you full with m’ fingers." You feverishly nodded, a whine passing your lips. His lips quickly advancing back to your swollen folds, languidly toying with your already sensitive clit. 

A hiss leaves your throat at a particularly harsh suck, clit throbbing between his soft lips. If there was one thing you’d learned from your time with Jake, he loved, no, craved, being the best. He needed there to be no doubt in your mind that he was the best candidate for taking care of you; whether that was eating you out or fucking you into the mattress. And if that meant he made you lose your mind at the hand of his sinful tongue and intoxicating cock, then that was the sacrifice he was willing to make. 

"Fuck, baby." Your sweet gasp made his cock throb against his sheets. Eyes clenched shut, your nails dug into his hand and the back of his head. He moved his fingers more diligently, feeling your pretty noises and the constriction of your walls increase so. A sharp cry left your lips as he gave a delicious suck to your clit. 

You’re far too sensitive, his mouth too much. 

Chest heaving as you summoned any strength you had to push his head away, your release following suit with a shriek. He shuddered at the gush of liquid downing his chin and neck, immediately forcing his way back to your dripping cunt, your hands clawing at his head and the back of his neck as he claimed your cunt again, latching back onto your poor, abused clit, letting it leave his mouth with a lecherous pop, feeling a few spurts leave your pussy as your whines of pleasure met his ears. 

"Such a perfect girl, squirtin' all over me," his tone a mix between a growl and pure awe. Your thighs shook at the overwhelming feeling of his savory timbre. If all of your brain cells hadn't been fried, you might have been embarrassed. He thrusted his fingers more diligently, keeping his gaze on you.

"Come on, beautiful, I know you have at least one more for me," he purred, giving you that same panty dropper grin that made you blush at the bar top as his fingers stroked that sweet spot inside you, a string of your arousal linking his lips to your cunt, shining in the light through his curtains. Your liquid lust makes his chest and shoulders glimmer with the light peeking between the shades. You feverishly nodded, letting out a pathetic, little whimper. He wracked your lower body with the strength of his entire arm, making you mewl and cry out. Nails digging into his taut forearm, his veins bulging with exertion. You could feel your core tighten, and as he removed his fingers, your release coated his bare chest and bed sheets. 

"Such a good job, Caledonia, such a good girl squirtin' around my fingers." He goaded with pride, his breathing heavy as he rubbed his open palm over your flushed folds and engorged clit. Shocks of intense pleasure racked your brain, sharp gasps leaving your lips, your hands shooting to keep his hand still. 

He smirked, a small chuckle passing his lips as he settled on softly rolling your tender clit between his forefinger and thumb. Your mind tried to grasp any semblance of normal brain function, but with Jake touching you oh so sinfully, it was fruitless. Your chest swelled and fell as soft sparks of pleasure shot up your body as your hands softly clutched at his own. He lathed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your plush inner thighs as you slowly came down from your high, your breathing heavy still.  

Shakily, you sit up and reach out to him, bringing your lips to his, passionately savoring the heavenly combination of your taste and his natural one as your tongues meld together like metal; melting and emulsifying into a perfect alloy. He chuckled as he felt your nails tangle into his hair. Gently crawling over him, you pushed him down onto his back as you kept your lips on his with a soft thump against his sheets. A mischievous smile breaks out as you see his eyes gleam, his breath hitching at the change in position. His hard length twitched against the flesh of your ass, an immense sense of pride filling you.  

You had this effect on him. No one else.

You.

Your soft breaths met his ears as you ran your palms over his toned chest, down to his chiseled abs, tantalizingly scratching your nails along his flesh, goosebumps following in their wake, head still spinning from the intense high that wracked your brain. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he watched you scoot further down to settle over his knees, his cock thick and hard, standing at attention for you. Watching as he bites his lip, his pupils fully dilated, hiding that lovely shade of green, his chest heaves as he waits with anticipation. His breath hitches as you grasp his hot, throbbing cock with the perfect amount of pressure. You spit on his dick, demanding the attention of the man below you, letting the viscous fluid dribble down from your pink lips to his sensitive tip. He twitched in your hand, making you grasp him tighter, shooting him a flirtatious smile that makes his stomach flip. His eyes clenched shut, his tongue wetting his lower lip in anticipation. 

“Cal-sweetheart.”

You smirked, grasping his cock harder in your silken palm. 

“I think you're forgetting something.”

He turned his chin down to get a better look at you and the bratty look in your eye. 

His Adam's apple bobbed and cock twitched in your hand. Your grin widened at the sight, posture straightening at the further change in power, a special gleam in your eye he didn't see often. His broad hands knead at your thick hips and thighs. 

“Cal-.” 

“Come on handsome, I'm not the only one that needs to have manners.” You said wantonly as you gave his engorged length a squeeze, one of your manicured nails drawing hearts on his Adonis belt and abdominal muscles as you waited patiently. His muscles softly twitching under your tantalizing touch. 

He bit his lip, a scoff bubbling from his throat making your grin widen. “Such a fuckin’ minx,” he growled. A teasing chuckle leaves your lips as you lean down to place a feather soft kiss to his swollen tip, making him sigh and eyes flutter shut. A gentle squeeze to his balls has his words leaving before he can think. 

“Fuck, cal-, please.”

You grinned, clearly pleased with yourself  as you lean down, letting your tongue run up the length of him. "Fuck, sweetheart," he croaked, eyes fluttering shut. You look so perfect like this, he thought. "Missed your pretty mouth so much," he groaned, rambling as his eyes clenched shut as you playfully sucked at his red, inflamed tip. Your heart and walls fluttered at his words. "Mhm, I missed sucking your thick cock," you purred, pumping his length. His stomach jumping at your confident, lustful tone. You were getting more and more confident with each perfect, tantalizing moment with you. 

Especially with that little please stunt. 

And he loved every second of it. 

He had a feeling you would outmatch him one day, and he needed to be the one to experience it. He’s completely entranced by your molten lapis lazuli gaze as you sucked a love bite on the underside of his throbbing dick. His eyes clenched shut with a hiss, your perfect, soft hands squeezing his balls as you continued your sinful acts. "Fuck, your mouth is perfect-so fuckin' good, Caledonia," he growled, his hips bucking into your hand. Each squeeze of your hand and impure suck to his tip had the thread of his soul reeling loose from its spindle. Every coherent thought seemed to dissipate as you soaked his cock with your perfect mouth. You held his length, giving him a sultry smile as you pushed your copper locks over your shoulder to the other side. His hand quickly intertwined with your soft, wavy hair, letting his fingers card through the strands. The way your hair glowed in the morning light and how your perfect, pink lips wrapped around his saliva soaked cock made his core tighten and heart flutter. He sighed as you gripped his hips, nails digging into his adonis belt as you brought your mouth down over his swollen dick, savoring each ridge and crevice of his fat cock with your tongue. 

"Shit! So fuckin' good, baby." 

If you didn't know any better, it almost sounded like the cocky, self-assured Hangman was pleading for you. You let him leave your mouth with a pop, "does that feel nice, handsome? Feeling me suck your dick like a goddamn bomb pop?" He feverishly nodded, willing to let you do whatever you want to him. 

"God, I love how thick you are, feel so good in my mouth and balls deep in my pussy," you moaned out, eyes full of intense flames of lust as you stroked him with a steady rhythm.

Fuck, where did you learn to talk like that?

He realized how stupid of a question that was. 

His chest heaves, his breathing shaky as low moans passed his lips as you quite literally sucked his life source from his throbbing cock. His eyes clenched shut as his load is about to burst, hips bucking into your mouth. "Oh, fuck, sweets, keep doing that, such a good girl." He choked out, his eyes rolling back as you gave him a sinful, perfect suck to his tip. You squeezed his hips harder as they became wracked with tremors, feeling his hand desperately reach the back of your head, fingers intertwining with the soft strands. “Holy shit, Caledonia.” He gritted his teeth as he groaned, his back arching as his release hit the back of your throat in thick ropes, almost startling you as his hand kept your head in place. His slightly salty taste eased you as you continued to lathe your tongue around his dick, collecting any last remnant of his release. Jake's breathing evened out as he recovered, opening his eyes to you placing a sweet, oh so tender kiss to his tip.

 It would almost make him smile if it didn't make his dick twitch. 

You licked your lips, letting your gaze meet his blissed out one, giggling at the sight of his bed hair, and soft, rosy cheeks. His breath hitched as you licked the last of his essence from your fingers. Crawling back up and over him, you gently placed a kiss on his lips. The taste of himself on your lips making his core ache in reinvigorated need. 

"How was that?" You bit your lip, smiling with awaiting eyes. He takes a deep breath, licking his lips as he takes in the mix of your tastes, his lip lifting into a smile, making you giggle. His fingers digging into your plush hips, bringing you closer.  His hand travels up to the base of your neck, bringing your lips down to his. Your soft sighs against his lips has his libido rising by the second. 

In one quick motion, you’re below him, letting out a squeal of delight that morphed into a titter. His grip on your hips tighten as he towers above your sprawled out form. He stands on his haunches, spreading your legs with his broad hands. A low whistle meeting your ears, “God, I need to be inside you,” your clit tingled at the prospect, “You want me inside you, sweetheart?” You pathetically nodded. His eyes tracing your fingertips as they traverse the curves of your plush body that lead to the sensitive little pearl at the apex of your thighs, your soft fingertips gingerly rubbing at your clit. 

“Please Jake, I need it so bad.” 

A deep groan resonated in his chest as he manhandled your knees to hook over his shoulders, pressing onto you.

"Jake." 

“Shh, baby, I'm gonna take care of you.” He murmured, fighting off the deep rooted urge to slide all in at once and fuck you till the headboard breaks. He gave you that same salacious smile you love. Running your fingernails down his torso, you nodded. His lips parting as he notches his tip at your entrance. He leans down, keeping his gorgeous evergreen gaze on you. A pitiful whimper leaves your lips as the bulbous head enters you, already stretching you. His hands quickly intertwine with your own, placing them by your head, nose nudging yours.

"Shh, it's ok, Lass, taking me so well, just breathe." You nodded, eyes glassy as you focused your gaze on him as he continued to enter you inch by inch. He can’t help but feel the warmth in his heart with each pinch of your brow and soft mewls that passed your lips as he split you open. 

You’re absolutely perfect. 

And you’re all his.

He smiled so softly and tenderly at you. "I love you so much, you have no idea how much I missed you," he whispered. 

Your eyes starting to tear up, voice thick, "I love you too, Jake." 

He leaned down, passionately, desperately kissing you like you’re the only keeper of his sanity. "I'm not going anywhere," you whimpered out against his lips, his forehead resting against your own as he gently rolled his hips into your own, fully sheathing himself into the welcoming embrace of your cunt. His rhythm has moans pouring from your lips and his bed frame rhythmically banging into the wall. Your breathing intermingles, gazes staring into one another. The focus solely on the feeling of Jake on you, holding your hands so tenderly yet firmly, and the way he throbs gently inside you with each thrust. He savors the velvet feeling of your walls around him, and the twitch of your knees against his shoulders. 

Each moan and whimper spurring him on with each soft thrust, rubbing that sweet spot inside you that had you clutching onto his shoulders for dear life. 

"Jake," 

He nipped at your neck, putting his entire lower body weight into his thrusts, making you gasp and cry out as he ransacked that special spot that made you see stars. Your lips muffled his groans as he continued to thrust into your perfect cunt that he would swear under oath was made for him. 

"God, you feel so fucking good, Jake!" His growls and groans are a reply enough to your broken moans and gasps of breath. 

You both are consumed only in each other, not the headboard banging into the wall or the possibility of Javy hearing your escapades- just the perfect mix of you and him. He lifted your hips letting him thrust with all his strength into your welcoming cunt, your walls begging him to never leave. 

"Such a good fucking girl, wanna spend every mornin’ like this… God, such a perfect, tight, little pussy," you gasped and cried out as he punctuated each graveled word with a deep, perfect thrust. "You love it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" You nodded feverishly, tears welling in your eyes. 

"You just feel so good, please don't stop," you choked out, the dull edges of your nails digging into his hands that encased yours. He grinned at you, placing a soft kiss to your plush lips, feeling pride swell in his chest.  “Love seeing you get all teary eyed taking my dick,” he cooed. You moaned as he set a brutal rhythm, making you see entire galaxies behind your clenched shut eyes. Shuddered gasps left your throat as he leaned down to mouth at your tits, sucking at your peaks, and releasing them with gentle pops. 

"Baby, look at me," he purred, his voice strained from his excursions. Your dazed gaze met his, your vision hazy from your impending orgasm. But even then, you could still make out the thin halo of green that surrounded a sea of black. 

“So fucking pretty, baby.” The sight of his lust dilated eyes and the constant assault on the soft spot inside you has your sanity unraveling, your high rushing over you with broken gasps, chest heaving up into his. 

“Jesus Christ, so fuckin’ tight.” He groaned with that sinful graveled tone into your ear as you mewled and shook as your high consumed you. 

His eyes clenched shut as your walls choked his cock, making his release hit him like a bullet, groaning into your neck as his release painted your soft velvet walls. 

You relished in the feeling of his weight on your body, softly running your fingers through his hair as his cock gently twitched in your molten cunt. Heaving breaths and the soft smell of sex filled the room as the AC hummed lowly. He gently lifted his face to meet yours, a sweet, dazed smile painting his lips, sweat beading at his hairline. You bit your lip, “good morning.” His relaxed smile morphed into a grin, “mornin', my beautiful girl.” Your grin matched his as you gently pulled him into a sweet kiss, letting your nails gingerly scratch at the base of his neck. He softly whined in protest as you pulled your lips away for air. “I have to breathe, Jacob,” you teased, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

Your warm gaze met his own, a soft smile on your lips that made your dimples pop. His eyes glazed over, tracing over each wisp of color in your sapphire eyes and the rouge dusting your cheeks. How did I get so lucky? 

“What’re you looking at me like that for?” You whispered softly.

His lip quirked, “jus’ thinking about you,”

Your blush deepened, biting your lip to hide your grin, “only good things, I hope.”

“Only good things.” He repeated with a gentle smile. 

You lightly pulled his lips back to yours, lips languidly melding with his. Savoring the taste of you on his lips that he never wanted to forget. 

—

Jake’s breathing evened out as you traced the edge of your nail on his pec, gently scratching at the sparse chest hair. Your head nestled into the crook of his neck, eyes tracing over the freckles sparsely peppering his bare skin, following the tip of your finger. His fingers mindlessly toy with your wavy locks, watching the soft strands curl around his finger and the glow of that lovely copper hue in the morning light. He felt like he needed to pinch himself, just to make sure this was all real. He refrained; pinching himself may cause all of this to go away. You listened to his steady breathing, softly letting your eyes flutter shut. 

“We should get cleaned up and something to eat,” you whispered against his chest. He hummed, still coming down from his high. You giggled, sitting up before rising off of the bed. Softly stretching in the morning light, bare to the world, walking towards his bathroom on shaky legs that had his chest filling with pride. Turning towards him, you leaned against the doorframe, “you coming, cowboy?” His mouth felt dry, eyes glued to your full body that was fully exposed for him to admire in the soft, golden morning light. Your eyes caught on. A playful smile tugged at your lips as you watched his eyes travel from your eyes down to the rest of your body. The gaze of others had always planted a pit of insecurity in your stomach that caused your heart to quiver. But being with Jake, he eased your insecurities. Softly and slowly, he eased you to expose yourself to him. But even in these moments there were small pockets of self-consciousness that broke through the protective layer that Jake helped to cultivate. 

Soon enough he'll realize that your body type isn't what he wants.

This is all a ruse and he didn't mean it when he said he loved you. 

He'll get sick of your body at some point. 

You felt your lips threaten to tug into a frown, his gaze feeling more scrutinizing as he held his gaze on your body. In all the time you had known him, Jake had never been a quiet man. Maybe he didn't like how your thighs were so thick. 

Or the soft flesh of your tummy. 

Or how your breasts weren't as perky as with the other girls he’d been with. 

He nodded, a beat of silence passing, “that sounds perfect.” There was no air of cockiness in his tone, only the heavy sincerity of his whispered words. He rose out of bed, sauntering towards you. You tried to keep your gaze on him instead of the way his cock was starting to harden again and animatedly bob with each stride. He took your hand in his, anxiety easing as he brought your hand to his lips, eyes full of love before silently leading you with him into the bathroom. 

—

“Jake, stop, that tickles,” you protested teasingly as you manned the stove top, flipping the eggs and bacon in the skillet as the toast finished with a ding. His chin lifted from its place at your neck with a groan, halting the teasing rubs of his freshly shaven cheek against the column of your neck. His hands playfully squeezed your hips as he stepped away to collect the toast. 

“So, sweets, do you have any plans for the rest of the day?” He placed the plate with the warm toast on the counter across from you, letting the edge press into his bare lower back as he buttered the pieces of toast. Shutting the burner off with a click, you grabbed both of the filled plates before joining him at the countertop. You could feel his eyes settled on where his shirt barely covered the curve of your panty-clad ass. The attention made your cheeks heat. Granted, you should have been used to it by now, but it was so hard to adjust when every time he looked at you, your entire body heated up like a fireplace. And his bare chest on display certainly didn’t help. Or the fact you could trace out the bulging veins in his forearms. 

“Um,” you cleared your throat, “I have a shift at Penny’s later tonight, but besides that I’m free.” He turned to lean on his elbow against the counter to face you while he held his plate, eagerly digging into his breakfast. You leaned forward against the counter, foraging at the strawberries Jake had cut up earlier. He smiled around his piece of toast, “glad to hear it, I was hoping for a few more hours with you.” He teased, pinching under the curve of your ass as your blush bloomed on your cheeks. You swatted at him, his chuckles meeting your ears. He placed his plate down, moving to embrace his arms around you, the small droplets of water from the shower falling onto your neck and shirt. You yelped as his broad hands grasped the underside of your thighs, placing you onto the edge of the countertop, out of the way of your plates of food. Your chuckles died down as your gaze met Jake’s playful one. His thumbs rubbed small circles on your hips as he stepped between your spread thighs. The back of his finger gently caressed your cheek. Your teeth digging into your bottom lip, hands gently rubbing at where his broad shoulders met his neck, fingers occasionally toying with the chain of his dog tags. Your eyes traced over the fine features of his face, fingers cradling the back of his head, leaning down to kiss his passion-swollen lips. 

Groaning against your lips, he pulled away. 

“I meant what I said last night and this morning…about being in love with you. I don't want you to feel that it was just in the heat of the moment for me.” He softly whispered, as if it were a secret from the rest of the world. Your eyebrows rose a little, your heart warming. “I know Jake. It wasn't a heat of the moment deal for me either. I love you too. Just promise me something.” 

“Anything.” He reassured.

“I know relationships are a complicated thing for you,” you diverted your gaze to your fingers playing with the pebbled chain of his dog tags, “but if you get scared or anxious, please don't pull away and make a rash decision. Be open with me. Talk to me.”

His warm eyes melted more if that was possible. 

He nodded, murmuring “I will, promise.” His nose touches yours before he places a sweet kiss to your lips. He hummed at the taste of strawberries on your lips.

“Glad to see you guys made up.” 

Javy’s voice made you jolt against Jake, trying to discreetly reach to slide Jake's shirt under your ass, much to Javy's amusement and Jake's disgruntlement. 

Javy made his way to the coffee maker with an amused expression on his face as he poured himself a cup of coffee. You could feel Jake's hands tighten on your waist. 

“Coyote, I thought you were at Delilah’s.” Javy smirked around the rim of his mug at Jake's tone. He leaned against the opposite counter, an amused expression on his face as he took in his much more kept together appearance; shaved cheeks, diminished bags under his eyes. 

“Good morning to you, too. I got back late last night after dropping her off for her red eye for her business trip.” Javy grinned, diverting his gaze to you. “Hey, Caledonia.” 

“Hey, C-Coyote” you stammered, cheeks flushed.

“You know, we were kind of having a moment. Alone.” Jake bit back, attitude rolling off of his tongue, as he tried hiding your body with his. That only made Javy smile all the more. 

“Sorry, I must have missed the part where this was your kitchen.” He placed his mug in the sink. “But really, I'm happy for you both. He was much more tolerable when you both were messing around.” Jake continued to glare at him, his grip on you getting more and more possessive the more your cheeks heated. “Oh, and if you guys decide to utilize the counter, use the Lysol afterwards.” Javy winked at Jake, giving him a pat on his bare shoulder and stealing a strawberry as he passed, heading towards the front door, closing it with a click. As soon as the door closed, you giggled into Jake's chest, a mix of amusement and mortification filling your chest. 

“God, I'm gonna kill him.” 

Your laughter brought his gaze down to you. 

“He's just being supportive.”

“Yeah, well, I wish he wouldn't look at you while he's being so supportive.” Jake huffed.

“Jake…”

“What? I don’t like him looking at what’s mine, especially when you’re looking like a wet dream out of a Playboy Magazine.”

Your smile grew with the shivers that ran along your spine at his tone. 

“I wouldn’t say that-” Your eyes diverted from him to focus on the tiled floor. Your hair was still messy from your roll in the sheets and shower, and your eyes still felt sticky with sleep. 

He gently lifted your chin to meet his gaze. 

“I would. Every time.”

You swallowed at his tone that dripped with loving sincerity. He grinned, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before quickly reaching your lips with a deep hum. 

If you had a mirror, you’d assume your face was the color of fully-bloomed roses.

His tongue traced the seam of your lips, lewdly persuading entrance to tangle with your own. You moaned against his mouth as he gently laid you back against the cold countertop, his mouth trailing down your neck, gently teasing your pert nipples through the cotton of his Navy shirt with his expert tongue. 

“Jake-”

He hummed, “What is it, pretty girl? Tell me what you want.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers tugged down your panties to the cold tile floor with a soft thump. His hands pushed your shirt up over your head to expose your lush breasts to his warm touch, flinging the piece of cotton onto the couch.

“We don’t know when Javy’s getting back.” Your hands coming up to cover your bare chest.

His eyebrows furrowed in amusement, a gentle smirk on his lips.

“Javy always does his errands on Saturday mornings. He’ll be gone for a good few hours.” 

You swallowed, biting at the inside of your cheek. 

“Plus, he was right about one thing.” 

Your eyebrows scrunched together, his nose trailing along your neck as his lips reached the shell of your ear. His hands gently move to replace yours on your breasts. 

“The counter would be smart to utilize while he’s gone.” He nipped at your earlobe, relishing in the soft moan and shudder than accentuated his improper words and actions. His eyes rose to meet yours as his broad hands pushed down on the counter to show its sturdiness with a smirk. 

“We’ve barely touched our breakfast, and-” you words paused on your lips as his hands squeezed at your hips and thighs, nudging them further apart, “don’t you get tired of being this horny?”

Deep chested grumbles of laughter bubbled up as he brought his lips to yours. 

“You just have that effect on me, sweetheart, and I have a lot of time to make up for.” He teased with a grin, gently running the pad of his forefinger through your already soaked folds. 

“And it feels like to me, you don’t seem to mind.” He husked. 

Your chest heaved with a shortness of breath you didn’t know you had. You pulled his lips to yours, moaning against his now strawberry sweet lips. A sharp whine leaving your own as he eased two of his thick fingers into your molten, awaiting cunt. 

“Easy there, Lass, I’ll take care of you.” His saccharine grin made you realize you would be on this counter for as long as time would allow. 

—

“So I noticed your car was parked here this morning.”

Penny’s amused tone made you almost drop the clean glass in your hand.

“Yeah,” you awkwardly chuckled, “I stayed the night with a friend.” You gave her a tight lipped smile. Penny’s eyebrows furrowed, but she didn’t press. Her typical kind smile passed her lips, “Well I’m glad to see you got over Hangman. You’re too good for him, and he’s still not welcome here.” You swallowed as her eyes grew ever sharper with each word. 

“Yeah,” you fiddled with the towel and the glass in your hand, “well, actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.” You bit your lip as her face grew concerned. Your eyes darted around the empty bar, hoping to find something to take the edge off of the conversation. Taking a deep breath, you let your eyes focus back on her.

“Hang-,” you cleared your throat, “Jake came by here last night.” Penny’s posture straightened as her eyebrows furrowed. 

Your eyes grew wide in panic, “But it’s ok! He came by to apologize to me.” The sharpness in Penny’s gaze dulled as your tone and words registered. “And, I spent the night with him.” You breathed out. “He told me he loves me.”

Penny’s gaze was trying to fight for any semblance of sharpness. She’d known Hangman for years before you came along. Seen all the hookups that transpired in her bar because of his charm, and the inevitable wreckage afterwards. And not once did he have the decency to apologize for breaking a poor girl’s heart. Much less tell them he loved them and make up with them. 

“Even after we… did things.”

You frankly didn’t know what compelled you to share that detail. Maybe it was because Penny had become a maternal figure to you during your time at grad school and you could be vulnerable with her about this. She would probably know more than most, given her history with Maverick. You bit your lip, hoping and praying that Penny wouldn’t tear Jake to shreds if he stepped foot into the Hard Deck. Penny had had her fair share of relationships and only one of them resulted in her being told she was loved after sex- Maverick. Penny’s eyes reverted to the same trademark warmth she always looked at you with, a small smile on her face. “I’m glad you and Hangman made up, but if he hurts you… promise me you’ll tell me. Ok?”

You nodded, ”Does this mean Jake is ok to come back to the Hard Deck?”

She breathed through her teeth, before chuckling, “I think you’ll need to clear the air with Phoenix first. My jurisdiction only goes so far. If she sees him here, she’ll do a lot worse than punch him in the nose.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Did Nat punch him in the nose?”

—

“Well, you’re looking better.”

You quickly turned at the sound of Phoenix’s encouraging tone. Her eyes tracing over your lush, wavy hair and your scintillating blood moon manicured nails that made your eyes pop. 

“And it looks like it in more ways than one too.” She smirked, eyes tracing over the poorly concealed hickey.

Your blush spread like waves over a shoreline, bringing your hand up to hide the mark with a nervous smile.

“Yeah, I’m feeling better since last night.”

You swallowed as your eyes darted to see Bob settle against Phoenix at the bar top. Giving Bob a smile, you placed a cup of peanuts from under the bartop in front of him. 

Phoenix smiled at the gesture. 

“So did you end up going out with Halo’s friend from the gym?” Bob asked before scooping some peanuts into his mouth.

You always admired how perceptive Bob was. He could piece together a conversation like the snap of his finger. 

“N-no, I didn’t.” You bit at your lip. 

I really hope they don’t kill me for this, you thought. 

“Well,” Phoenix urged on, “was it somebody who came in last night?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, nervously puffing out laughter.

“You could say that.”

Her eyes lit up, “Ok, so who’s the lucky guy… or girl?” she teased.

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. 

Phoenix had been encouraging you to explore your sexuality since the whole situation with Hangman went down the drain. Well, before Jake pulled it out of said drain less than 24 hours ago. 

You bit your lip, “Um.” You swallowed.

Phoenix’s eyebrows furrowed and Bob watched on with piqued interest.

“Jake came by last night.” 

You internally winced as both of their smiles fully faded.

“Cali…” Phoenix’s voice was laced with frustration and pity, the latter burning the most. 

“I know it sounds bad, but-”

“How could you take him back?” Phoenix’s voice rattled your heart. Bob stood by silently. But his face spoke the words just said. 

You took a breath, swallowing “he came by to apologize.”

Her gaze softened. But only slightly so. 

You still slept with him, again, She thought. 

But then again, Hangman didn’t apologize. Ever. 

“And, he told me he’s in love with me.”  

And he most definitely didn’t tell hookups he loved them. Much less in love with them. In fact, in time Phoenix knew him, Jake never had anything serious with anyone. Not even a date.

Phoenix and Bob exchanged looks.

“And that he can’t let me go again.” You finished, watching them apprehensively as you toyed with your nails. 

“I just don’t want you to punch him again.” You softly state.

Phoenix took a breath, before scoffing.

“It doesn’t excuse him from what he did-”

“I know that-”

“But, nothing. You’re too good for him, and how can you trust he won’t hurt you again?”

You swallowed, trying to stave off tears.

Bob winced at her words. Phoenix was right to be concerned. Angry, even.

But he saw how Jake had changed since spending time with you, and how he was when you ended your arrangement. That had to mean something more than what words alone could reveal. There was even a running joke regarding how much time Hangman spent with Caledonia, even just helping her at the Hard Deck. 

“Nat,” Bob interrupted. 

She turned to him, eyes still bright with fire. “You’ve seen how he’s been lately and how he was before.” Her jaw tensed. Of course Bob had a point. He always had a point. 

A thick silence settled over your corner of the bar top as regulars started to trickle in.

“I can’t explain how I know, but I just know that he means it.” You turn your gaze from Bob to Natasha, making your stance clear.

She sighed, “look, I just want you to be safe and happy, and if you truly believe he can be that for you… then he’s in serious trouble if he hurts you again.”

You embrace Nat in a hug that has her a bit startled. Sniffling, “I will. Thank you.”

You pull away, wiping away the last remnant of your tears with your apron. 

“Promise me you’ll take it easy on him on base? Well, easier?” Your borderline plea made  Natasha purse her lips before breathing out of her nose.

“Yeah, I’ll do my best. But if he starts something, I have my right to respond with a full arsenal.” 

Your lip tipped up into a grin. 

“I hope you know that you’re the only person I would ever do this for. You know that right?” 

You nodded, cheeks aching from your grin.  A regular had called you over, excusing yourself from your friends. Phoenix and Bob watched on as you served drinks. 

“Hangman better watch out if something happens to her. He doesn’t know what he’s got in a girl like her.” She huffed, snagging a peanut from his cup.

“I think he does now.” Bob’s quiet comment stops her mid chew.

His gaze still on you across the bar before turning to her. 

She huffed again. She had a scintilla of belief that Bob was right. 

—

Your shift passed you like a blur, lost in the fluid routine of serving drinks and orders. The comfort of familiarity flooding your fingertips and eased your senses. The laughter of your friends around the pool tables and Penny’s words of encouragement as things got busier as the night went on made you feel at home again.

“Here’s a whiskey neat for you.” You smiled, turning back to where the beer taps were, grabbing more glasses from underneath the polished wood. 

“Excuse me, Darlin’.”

Your eyes darted up to a voice that had excitement thrumming through you, your grin barely contained. Evergreen eyes greeted you, “a whiskey neat on my tab please.” His bright grin soon matched yours.

“What are you doing here?” you asked warmly as you made his drink.

“Penny texted me saying I could come back to the Hard Deck.” His lip quirking, “On the condition that I help you close up after your shifts for the foreseeable future.” He chuckled, letting his lips tilt into a smile, “and I wanted to see you.” 

He leaned in closer to you, his eyes tracing your full lips up to your eyes that held so much warmth. “She did mention that I needed to worry about Phoenix, though.”

You snorted. “I think you’ll be ok, just stay here at the bar top with me. I’ll protect you.” Your playful wink made his chest rumble with laughter. 

Jake stayed at his spot at the bartop, even when you slipped away to serve drinks. The more you were gone, the more exposed he felt, and the more he felt his confident facade was weakening. He could still feel a bounty on his head, hence the lack of appeal the pool tables held for him tonight. He took sips of his drink, keeping his gaze on you.

“You have a lot of nerve showing your face here.” He almost flinched at the familiar baritone. He turned, met with a questionable choice of Hawaiian shirt and a mustache he could barely stand. 

“But given how miserable you were, it’s not entirely a surprise you came crawling back to her. And by the looks of it, she took you back.” He stated more flatly. 

“Hey, Rooster, can I grab you something?” you asked sweetly, eyes darting from Jake’s to the aviator in front of you.

“Yeah, Rooster, what do you want? It’s on me.” Bradshaw’s eyebrows shot up as Jake laid down his card on the glossy surface. Bradshaw eyed him suspiciously before diverting his gaze to you. “One Blue Moon, please, thanks.”

You smiled at Jake, taking his card. 

As you turned away to grab his glass, Bradshaw was back to facing the last man he thought he’d see tonight.

Jake took a sip of his drink, rocking the glass in his hand. “For what it’s worth, I’m trying to make it right.” Bradshaw couldn’t find a sliver of anything to indicate Jake had ill intent, making his eyebrows furrow for a split second. 

“Here’s your beer, enjoy.” You smiled at Bradley.

“Here’s your card, baby.” You leaned in giving Jake a kiss, sliding the card over the bartop to him. Bradshaw had only seen Hangman blush when he was relentlessly teased in the break room and locker room. It was…different, to see Jake blush when the reason for it was right in front of him. As soon as you were there, you were whisked away to serve another customer. Bradshaw’s gaze followed you before turning to Jake, seeing the smile on his face. Not a cocky, confident smile, but a genuine one that was getting less and less rare with you around.

“I don’t know what she sees in you, but you better not fuck up again.” Bradshaw’s tone didn’t hold the same bite it had before. His hand gave an attempt of a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning to leave. Some semblance of an olive branch being passed to him.

“I won’t.” Jake said just before Bradshaw left ear shot, saying it more to himself than anyone. 

   As your shift progressed members of the team came and passed, relations settling at the sight of you and Jake at the bar top when you weren’t being pulled away to serve customers. Soon the end of your shift had arrived and your friends waved goodbye and some even acknowledged Jake as they left. Phoenix���s gaze towards him as she waved goodbye wasn’t as sharp as it had been the past few weeks. The last chair was stacked above the tables and soon you were dragging Jake out of the Hard Deck with you after bidding Penny a goodnight. Penny’s watchful yet warm gaze settled on you both as Jake held the door for you to go outside, and followed you till your cars left the parking lot, heading in the same direction. 

—

"Well, who is this little miss?" Jake crouched down in the hallway and let your new addition to the Benjamin's home softly sniff at his hand and rub her head against his leg.  

"Oh, um, that's Chanel. I got her a few weeks ago,” you replied.  

"Chanel," Jake tried out, "that's a very pretty name for a very pretty girl," he cooed as she let him scratch under her chin and purred. You smiled at the sight, "she's been a little shy around…well, everyone. It's nice that she's warming up to others." A snort left you as Jake tried to stand up, but was met with charged meows of protest. 

"I'm sorry, Chanel, I thought I gave you enough attention…but you're just like your mama, can't get enough." He winked at you, making you smile and your cheeks warm. 

 "Where'd you find this little attention magnet?"

"There's an animal shelter near the lab that was having a meet and greet. Ella took me when… when you ended things.” You tried to push down the somber thoughts that threatened to bubble up after all the positive progress that was made tonight. Jake's gaze softened at your words. “She was huddled in the back of the room, so I took her home." You could feel your eyes get teary at the resurface of the freshly scabbed wounds. Jake’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, his lips pointed in a slight frown. “I’m so sorry, Caledonia.” Your eyes met his heavy, sincere ones as he gently took your hand in his soft grasp. 

“I should never have done what I did to you.” 

You bit the inside of your lip, taking a step closer to him, gently cupping his freshly shaved cheeks. Letting your thumbs rub against his smooth skin.

“I know you’re sorry, and,” you took a breath, “I forgive you.” 

Jake feels his heart beat halt in his chest. He couldn’t describe in words how much those three words meant to him. “But you should know, I don’t give out second chances easily, and…for what it’s worth, Phoenix clocking you is quite the punishment.”

You gently ran your fingers along the edge of his nose.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, feeling his lip quirk. 

“You heard about that, huh?”

He cringed a bit as your lip tilted into a smile. 

“Surprisingly, Penny was less discreet about it than your colleagues.” You breathed out a chuckle. He watched as Chanel trotted to your crouched down form, circling in front of you, sliding your open palm along her arched back, her tail that rivaled that of a Swiffer duster oscillating above her. Jake knew he would do whatever it took to stay with you. He’d already been given a chance he didn’t deserve and he sure as hell wasn’t going to waste it. His warm jade gaze watched on as you gingerly picked her up as little trills and chirps left her, supporting her, and gingerly stroking her chin as she closed her eyes. "Do you wanna come upstairs? Watch something?" His gaze snapped to your own, nodding. 

"Sure," he murmured.

—

“You, know, I haven’t taken you out on a proper date, yet.” Jake whispered, his warm gaze shifting from Chanel’s purring form between you both on the bed to your bright ocean blue one already on his. 

“Glad to hear that’s where your mind is at after watching the X-Files with me, lover boy.”

His grin widened at your teasing tone. He scooted closer on his side, leaning down to kiss your ever-so sweet lips. 

“I’m serious. I want to do this right with you.”

Your heart pulsed all the faster, your lower lip trapped between your teeth, warping your smile. 

He took a breath. “Ms. Hughes, would you do me the honor of going out with me this Saturday night?”

Your blush bloomed on your cheeks like a field of poppies. He watched tentatively as you tilted your head to the side, gaze diverting as if thinking hard about the question. 

You sucked in air through your teeth, “Hm, I don’t think I can.” Jake’s face dropped.  “There’s this guy I really like that asked me out, and well, he’s sweet and very well endowed. And I don’t think I can say no to him. I’m sure you can understand.” You playfully examined your scarlet red manicured nails, fighting to keep your resolve neutral. His eyebrows furrowed, before a teasing smile lit up his features. 

“Hm, well endowed, huh?” His eyes matched your gleam.

You hummed in agreement, “Yeah, he’s always calling me Lass and, well, he recently came to his senses about me, and,” you pursed your lips, tucking some hair behind your ear, “I don’t think I can say no to him.”

Laughter bubbled up his throat, shaking his head as he gently brought your lips to his, taking in your sweet hums and sighs. He slid his tongue into your mouth, scooting closer into your personal space, almost forgetting that Chanel was settled comfortably between you both. Her meows and yowls of discontentment separating both of you with a jolt. His eyes darted from her lounging form back to your eyes, chuckles passing both of your lips.

“Well, it sounds like I have some competition.” He murmured, eyes bright with that teasing glint you loved.

You hummed in agreement, gently running your fingers over Chanel’s delicate fur, your playful eyes meeting his. 

“Is he also hoping to pick you up at 8 on Saturday?”

Your smirk widened.

“Somewhere in that ballpark.” You teased.

“Somewhere in that ballpark?” Jake scoffed, “doesn’t really sound like you're too wild about this ‘well endowed’ guy if you can’t even remember when he’s supposed to pick you up.” 

Your smile broke out into a grin at his playful tone, his chuckles soon following yours.  

You placed a sweet kiss to his lips, your noses brushing.

“I’d love to go out with you on Saturday night.”

Jake could have sworn his cheeks hadn’t hurt this much from a grin in his entire life. Chanel jumped down from the bed, opening up more space for you to lay closer to Jake. His grin widening as you promptly filled the space. 

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up at 8.” He whispered, leaning his lips down closer to yours. 

You pulled away, slightly out of breath.

“One question, though-”

“Anything.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “can we still do our fun, little lessons together?”

His eyebrows shot up. 

 Can we still do our fun, little lessons together?

He smirked, that charming smile bubbling below the surface.

Fun, little lessons, huh?

“Yeah, Lass, we can still do our fun, little lessons. We go as long or as short as you want, remember?”

Your eyes diverted away before your grin took over, bringing your eyes back to his.

“I mean, we’ve definitely covered a lot of bases.” You murmured, toying with your nails as you let your head settle into where his neck meets his shoulder. 

“Yeah, we definitely have,” he chuckled, his hands rubbing soothingly along your back and waist as he mentally tallied off the list.

“There’s still some more things I want to try with you, though…that we didn’t get to add to the list.” He murmured against your forehead as he gave you a soft kiss. 

You hummed, the body heat encasing you making you realize just how tired you really were, “Like what?” 

He leaned his head back against your bed frame, your body adjusting to lean against him. His hand taking hold of one of your own, gently running his thumb along the back of your hand. His eyes drawing to the deep red hue of your nails that suited you well. 

“Well, Lass, I was thinking you might like being tied up a little. We still have those fuzzy blue handcuffs to try out,” he noticed the slight clench of your thighs at the statement, making him grin. He didn’t have to see your face to know it was beginning to bloom like the Indian paintbrush flowers that grew in his family’s garden.

“Maybe you’d like it if we brought some whipped cream and chocolate into the mix, maybe some ice cubes-”

Your core stirred at the idea of licking delectable treats off of his body. And him doing the same to you. 

“Ice cubes?”

“Yeah, Lass,” he chuckled, through his drawl, “Ice cubes, it feels mighty fine from what I’ve seen and heard, especially on your pretty clit and tits.” 

You sighed, feeling your horniness start to brew.

“And I was thinking maybe we could try some role playing, we never did try out that mini skirt we bought, and I have a nice suit in my closet, and, forgive me if I’m overstepping, but you strike me as someone who had the hots for one of your professors in college.” He smirked as you blushed, fully taking in the proposed scenario. You couldn’t deny his hunch. 

“And I was thinking anal might be something you’d like to try.” Your head shot up, eyes widening as you met his warm gaze, like melted jade simmering in a cauldron, his smirk still drawing your attention. You’d never even considered anal as something you would want to try, but you couldn’t deny the quick flash of excitement in your clit at the idea. 

“But we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable doing.” He quickly reassured. He still had the sapphire blue heart cut crystal butt plug from Myrtle’s shop, and he could always return it. But he swore he could see a glint of excitement in your eyes regarding the topic. 

“What else do you want to try?” Your breathless tone made him smile and heart buzz with excitement. 

“Well, I was thinking, if you’re up for it, we could use some more of the sex toys we bought, you could also take the lead with some of them if you’d like, like the cockring we bought,” he cleared his throat, a blush starting to work its way up his neck. 

Your eyebrows furrowed before a gentle smile took over. His demeanour when talking about taking control and relinquishing it always differed in a peculiar way.

“I’d like to try taking more control with you…Too bad the cockring is at your place.” You whispered coquettishly.

His eyebrows shot up as your body rose for you to maintain eye contact with him. His eyes followed your every move as you settled onto his lap, letting your sharp nails scratch down the material of the front of his shirt. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his pupils blown wide with lust. 

“We do have to be careful. Penny and Amelia are probably asleep.” You whispered out as he huffed. 

Right. He forgot you didn’t have your own place. 

“We’ll just have to be quiet then, handsome.” You smirked, bringing your lips down to his. 

He moaned against your lips, completely trapped under your body and your sweet, delicious lips consuming him. 

—

Jake gently closed your bedroom door with a soft click after you gave him many kisses goodnight and made him promise to visit you on your shift tomorrow. He quietly crept down the stairs. He didn’t need Penny and Amelia to be upset with him, again, for waking them up. His footsteps fell soft against the hardwood flooring as he stepped into his shoes.

“This seems a bit more comfortable than going out the window.”

Jake almost jumped out of his skin, quickly turning to see Amelia at the counter with a glass of water and her plaid pajamas. A displeased expression on her face, making him nervous. 

“Amelia, you’re up late-”

“So are you.” She quipped, eyes sharp. 

He sighed. Right. It made sense that Amelia would be mad at him. 

“Listen, Amelia,” he ran his hand over his face,” me and Caledonia-”

“Just don’t break her heart again.”

He swallowed, watching the teenage girl maintain eye contact that matched her sharp tone before gathering her things and disappearing up the stairs.

The door clicked shut behind him, his shoes crunching under the gravel of their driveway. He turned back to look at the window he crawled out of weeks prior. His lip quirked at the memory of your sweet smile and words that soothed him like balm on the cracks in his heart.

I forgive you. 

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[txjis]

Can you do a toji shot that includes a oral male receiving? I'm just asking for that, the rest can be whatever you want, just that 😭, pleasee idk why im thinkin so much in blowjobs 😞

ABSOLUTELY. I HOPE I DID U PROUD.

cw: toji x fem!reader , oral (m!receiving) , light face fucking , petnames (baby , pretty baby) , cum eating , that’s kinda it it’s just a BJ , lmk if i missed any! 1k

a/n: i wrote this at my brother bday party LOLLL so pls ignore if it’s not super good or kinda rushed 😔 beta read by @fictionalwench ❤︎︎

you find yourself on your knees in front of toji, your breath quickening as you anticipate the pleasure to come. the room is dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere, perfect for the lustful encounter you're about ready to indulge in. you've always had a thing for older men, and toji, with his rugged good looks and powerful presence, is the epitome of your fantasies.

leaning forward, you reach out to trace your fingers along his defined jawline. his skin feels warm and smooth against your touch. you can't help but admire the scar on his lip, a faint reminder of his mysterious past. toji's intense green eyes watch your every move, making your heart flutter with desire. he exudes a raw, untamed energy that both excites and intimidates you.

as your hand travels down his strong neck, you gently tug on the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. the scent of his cologne invades your senses, a musky aroma that ignites a burning desire within you. toji's breath is hot against your face as he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear,

"you know what you want, don't you, baby?" his deep voice sends shivers down your spine. you nod eagerly, your hands now bold enough to slide underneath his shirt, exploring the firm muscles of his chest and abs. toji's body is a masterpiece, hard and chiseled, a testament to his years of disciplined and strenuous work. you can feel his heart pounding beneath your palms, beating in rhythm with your own growing lust. his skin feels like silk over steel, and you can't resist the urge to leave a trail of kisses along his collarbone.

"mmm... that's it," he encourages, his hands gripping your hair gently. he guides your lips lower, and you eagerly oblige, kissing and sucking on his sensitive spots. your mouth leaves a wet trail on his skin as you make your way down, eventually reaching the waistband of his pants. with deft fingers, you unbutton and unzip his pants, revealing the bulge in his boxers, straining against the fabric. you glance up, your eyes locking with his, seeking permission, and he gives you a seductive smirk.

"you know what i want, baby. show me how bad you want it." his voice is a husky command that sends a rush of heat between your thighs. without further prompting, you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting the first drops of his pre-cum. toji groans in response, his hand tightening in your hair as he encourages you to take more of him. you moan softly around his length, the vibrations driving him wild. he's thick and long, and you struggle to take him all, but the challenge only fuels your desire.

expertly, you suck and bob your head, creating a steady rhythm, your hand stroking the base while your mouth works the head. toji's breathing grows heavier, his hips moving in sync with your suckling. his hand leaves your hair, moving to the back of your head, and he begins to guide your pace, taking control.

"that's it... take it all, baby. yeah, you like my dick, don't you?" he grunts, his voice raw with desire. his grip tightens, and he starts to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth with abandon. your eyes water slightly at the force of his penetration, but you welcome the dominance he exerts, craving to please this powerful man. toji pulls your hair gently, signaling for you to look up. you obey, your eyes meeting his fierce gaze.

"i'm gonna use that pretty throat of yours... you like it when i take control, don't you, pretty baby?" he asks, his tone demanding an answer. you can only manage a muffled moan of assent, your eyes pleading for him to continue. he reads your eagerness accurately, a satisfied smirk crossing his face. with no further warning, he grabs your hair firmly and starts fucking into your mouth with purpose. his cock slides deep into your throat, the head hitting the back of your mouth, triggering your gag reflex.

he shows no mercy, pounding into your mouth with primal ferocity. your eyes water, and your throat burns, but the sensation is strangely thrilling. toji's dominance overpowers you, and your body responds, your pussy growing wetter with each ruthless thrust into your mouth. you can sense his control, his precision, as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, each withdrawal followed by a brutal plunge into your throat.

toji's grunts echo in the room, mixing with your muffled noises of pleasure and discomfort. your eyes roll back as you surrender to the powerful waves of pleasure and pain, your pussy throbbing in unison with the pace he sets. you feel so deliciously used, owned by this virile man, and you love every second of it.

just when you think you can't take any more, toji's thrusts become more urgent. his cock swells in your mouth, and he unleashes a torrent of hot cum down your throat. he fills your mouth with his essence, thrusting a few more times to ensure every drop is savored. you swallow greedily, reveling in the taste of him, continuing to suckle gently as his orgasm subsides.

toji slowly withdraws, his softening cock gliding from your lips with a wet, lewd sound. he eases you back gently, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly, his wild eyes now softened by the post-orgasmic haze.

"fuck, baby... That was incredible," he pants, his breath still ragged. "you suck cock like a dream... exactly what I needed."

you feel a sense of pride and satisfaction in pleasing this enigmatic man. he reaches down, caressing your cheek, then cups your chin, tilting your face up for a deep, passionate kiss. you taste yourself on his lips, a reminder of the raw, unforgiving pleasure you just shared.

as the kiss deepens, you sense toji's renewed desire stirring. his hands wander, exploring your body, and you know that this encounter is far from over. the night has only begun, and you can't wait to explore more of toji's secrets and uncover the untamed passion that lies beneath his semi-composed exterior.

[mamayan]

OK hear me out

Punishing sub Genya

I love this soft good boy so much but smth about him crying and begging for forgiveness is... Hot... 💜

I am literally screaming I can’t believe I didn’t see this ask sooner, my apologies Nonnie. I was just thinking about how cute he’d beg for forgiveness—

Punishment

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

cw: NSFW • Sub! Genya • Dom! Reader • Fem! Reader • Paddling • Spanking • Misuse (or correct use ;) of an obi to make a cock ring • Orgasm Denial/Overstimulation• Dacryphilia • Begging/Whining • Male Squirting • Teasing/Slight Humiliation • Punishment • Fingering (M) • Bondage • Not proof read!

Visible puffs of air fog his face as he looks around, head hung as he drags in as much air as possible. Wrists tied above his head, silk perfectly knotted and holding him up straight, his bare feet planted on the tatami below. Each muscle tensed in anticipation, Genya prepares himself mentally for the blow before it happens.

He can’t truly prepare himself though, not when you tease in between with feather soft touches and kisses always checking in on him. “Doing okay, baby?” Breathing in his ear and making his leaking bruising cock beg for release even harder as it bobs against his abdomen. The soft obi once tied around your waist now hangs down to his knees, wrapped tightly around the base of his cock and only allowing just enough circulation to prevent any lasting damage. His balls to his tip are a nearly alarming purple, but the rest of his pale skin is flushed a bright red, and his ass an even deeper shade as it slowly forms bruises from the paddle you held.

His eyes tracked you as you moved around him slowly, circling like a predator might their prey before attack.

He shivers in anticipation, drool dripping down his chin as his lips wobble, watery gaze wild and pupils dilated to nearly cover all the purple.

“Poor thing… you need to cum don’t you, sweet boy?”

“Pl-please…mistress—,”

“Ah ah,” your hand raised to stop his pleas for mercy, shaking your head as you eye him in disappointment.

“I remember very clearly the rules, do you remember?”

“N-no cumming without pe-permission…” he swallows thickly, grunting softly as you trace just over the tip of his engorged cock with the pad of your finger.

“And what did you do?” You pry further.

“I—I came! Fuck—mistress, please, please let me cum! I-I can’t, please,” he sounds broken as he begs, legs shaking and more weight being shifted to the ceiling beam keeping his arms up. The creak is drown out by his whimpers, the way his body shifts and muscles flex as he nearly breaks his own bonds.

It must be pity, as you round behind him, and prod his hole with the finger which had collected his precum. The digit slides in easily, and the way his entire body rocks back into you a clear indication of his pleasure.

“Yes, ah, mhmm, s-so good—never disobey again, be so good for you, m’sorry,” he’s a delightful sobbing mess as you finger him, watching how his eyes roll back and head hand limp while he tries desperately to hump the air. He can’t cum with the obi around his cock though, but his mind is too far gone to think further.

“Really, what am I to do with you? Such a slutty thing, always desperate to cum. My sweet boy can’t help himself can he?” You slip another finger inside, his moans increasing an octave as he nearly passes out from the pressure in his groin. Slick squelching fills the small room as Genya chokes and cries for more, even as the paddle comes down across his flesh with a resounding smack—

“Alright, I’ll let you cum, are you ready, baby?” He’s hardly coherent as you talk calmly, reaching around his sweaty body to easily untie the belt preventing his orgasm.

He’s cumming instantly. Body jerking violently as he hunches as if to avoid your touch as you wrap your fingers around him and jerk his cock until a copious spray of cum and liquid releases and he’s going completely limp in your arms.

“Ah!,” his howl nearly sounds pained as he makes a mess on himself and the floor, your fingers sticky and wet as you keep a firm grip on his cock and keep going.

“M-mistress…?!” His panicked cry only brings a smile to your lips. Tears spill down his reddened cheeks. You keep him caged against you, still moving your fingers in his ass as you work him hard again despite the pained whines leaving his lips.

“What’s wrong sweet boy? I thought you wanted to cum?” He’s shaking, realization dawning late as he realizes your true punishment for him.

“P-please forgive me…”

“Go ahead and cum until you can’t anymore.”

Dividers created by the lovely @benkeibear

[duskandcobalt]

Everywhere, Everything: Chapter Seven

Chapter Summary: Elain heads back to Velaris for Christmas after rejecting Graysen's marriage proposal.

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: mentions of dv (please see authors note below), smattering of smut (18+ pls)

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A/N: *peaks out from the hole I've been hiding in* heyyyy  😅

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The fire was dwindling down, empty cups were scattered on every available surface, Christmas music played over the speakers, and wrapping paper was strewn on the floor of Azriel’s living room. 

It’d been a Christmas like all the others - drinking and eating and lots of gifts exchanged, though Nyx had made out the best of  anyone, spoiled rotten by all of his aunties and uncles. They’d played a few games, exchanged a bit of gossip about mutual acquaintances, and throughout all the festivities, Azriel had kept a careful eye on Elain. 

He watched her now, his brows pulling together above the rim of the whisky glass he’d raised up to his lips. She was sitting quietly in her usual spot on his couch, lazily tracing circles around the rim of her nearly empty wine glass. 

There was something different about her tonight that he couldn't quite place but he was determined to figure out. While everyone else had been enjoying themselves, he could sense a peculiar cloud of something sad that seemed to follow Elain around no matter how hard she tried to smile and laugh and pretend like everything was okay when it was clear - to him, at least - that things were far from fine.

His first sign that something was wrong was when Elain had walked into his house earlier, avoiding eye contact and barely even bothering with a proper hug as she muttered a ‘Merry Christmas’ and a ‘thank you for hosting’ all while hiding behind a pile of gifts stacked tall in her arms. Even when she'd come back home with Graysen in tow she hadn't held back from him like that and her iciness had caught him completely off guard. 

He’d been so anxious to see her again after all this time, that he hadn’t fully considered the reality of the situation. Azriel knew that the last time they’d seen each other had been tense but it hadn't ended badly by any means. And sure, he hadn't spoken to her properly in well over half a year but she replied to his sparse texts and he still woke up to a voice note from her on his birthday so he’d figured that that had to count for something. That maybe that was to be their new normal. He’d resigned himself to taking what he could get - that’s what he’d told her after all on Nesta’s porch that night. He wanted her in his life in whatever way he could have her. 

The second thing to clue him in that something was wrong was that right after she’d placed the presents under the Christmas tree, Elain had made a beeline to the kitchen and poured herself a shot of whatever bottle of alcohol her eyes had landed on first.

It wasn't that he wasn't used to seeing her drink, although she’d certainly never been a drinker in the way the rest of their friend group indulged, but he’d never once seen her drink like this - knocking back shot after shot when she thought no one was watching. It was rare for her to even pour a drink without asking if she could. Almost a decade of knowing her and Elain always asked permission no matter how many times he insisted that she help herself to whatever she wanted. 

Azriel had counted at least seven trips to the kitchen tonight - all for a drink, none for food. Even the speciality cheese she adored and that he’d purchased just for her after she confirmed her attendance, sat untouched. But for having downed a minimum of seven drinks, she didn’t really appear to be all that drunk. He had to give her credit because she held her alcohol surprisingly well - the only real give away that she was drunk was a slight stumble as she stood up from the sofa the last time she went to the kitchen and a droop to her eyelids that could be attributed to exhaustion.

Elain had sat quietly most of the night, speaking only when spoken to and channelling most of her attention on Nyx when he’d been awake but now that her nephew was fast asleep on the sofa next to her, Shadow curled up at his feet, she had no real distraction and Azriel watched curiously as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, opening her mouth a dozen times as if to speak only to seemingly decide against it and retreat back into herself. 

He’d planned on once again cornering her to try and figure out what the hell was going on and to see if there was absolutely anything he could do to ease whatever clearly ailed her. He’d intended to follow her into the kitchen the next time she went to drown her sorrows but he never got the chance because after a prolonged moment of silence amongst the group - she finally spoke. 

Azriel all but froze as Elain cleared her throat and wrung her hands together in her lap, tugging at the sleeves of the long sleeved black top she was wearing. Her empty glass of wine had been carefully placed on the coffee table in front of her.

“Graysen proposed,” she hiccupped, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears as she delivered her news without even a second of preamble. 

The two words were softly spoken and she’d said them in one breath with no break in between but Azriel heard her loud and clear.

His stomach dropped, the three or four drinks he’d consumed turned sour in his stomach and did very little to ease the pain of his heart slamming against his chest as Nesta and Feyre began firing off question after question - all of which were ignored by Elain and none of which he could actually hear over the incessant buzzing in his ears. 

He prayed that he’d heard her wrong. Prayed that there was no way she’d actually said what he thought she’d said. It wasn’t until he saw Feyre reach for Elain’s left hand that Azriel forced himself to focus, his eyes zeroing in on her fingers - at the vacant space where one would expect to find a ring after an announcement such as the one Elain had just made. 

“I said no,” she whispered, catching Feyre’s confused expression as her sister’s index finger slid over Elain’s bare skin. 

No. 

She’d said no. She’d said no. She’d said no. 

Azriel repeated the words to himself over and over again as it was his own personal mantra, drilling it into his head as he finally allowed himself to breathe. He couldn’t look at her face, couldn’t bear to find out what expression he’d find there. All he could do was stare at her hand - at that perfect, unadorned finger - no glimmering diamond to be found. 

“A few months ago,” he heard her tell the girls. 

“Why’d you say no?” Nesta asked, her voice soft although Azriel could hear the smallest inkling of relief in it that mirrored his own feelings. He wondered if maybe Nesta had seen through Graysen’s facade as well and had quietly hoped that her cousin would come to her senses and leave him. 

Azriel tore his attention away from Elain’s fingers and up to her face only to watch as her eyes lifted to meet his for a fleeting moment before she quickly looked away from him and back to Nesta. 

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “We hadn’t even talked about it and I was caught so off guard. It just didn’t feel right.” She took a deep, staggering breath, Azriel could see the shimmer of tears beginning to well along her lash line. “I don’t think I ever really loved him…. I never really like them all that much.”

She said the last part to herself, a drunken admission whispered to the floor. It was a confession that she’d spent her entire adult life with men that she didn’t even truly care for. Azriel couldn’t bring himself to wonder why she did what she did or why she’d finally admitted it. He wouldn’t let himself consider that maybe she found herself staying in meaningless relationship after meaningless relationship for the same reason he found himself avoiding them all together. 

“I think… I think I may need to lay down,” Elain muttered after a moment of tense, awkward silence. It was clear that no one in the room quite knew what to say or do. Feyre and Nesta were staring at her dumbfounded. Cassian and Rhys were exchanging mildly panicked looks as they tried to figure out what to do in this situation. “I feel a little dizzy all of a sudden.”

“Come upstairs,” Azriel was on his feet before he could even think to stop himself, speaking without even consciously meaning to as he bypassed Feyre and Nesta to get to Elain. He stepped forward, one hand outstretched towards her. 

He didn't miss the look Feyre gave Nesta. A silent enquiry as to whether they should let him take her upstairs - as if the two of them knew what had happened the last time he and Elain had been left alone on Christmas. Nesta just nodded, one subtle dip of her chin that had Feyre watching in stunned silence as Elain placed her hand in Azriel’s. 

Neither of the girls had ever said anything to him about that night other than to acknowledge that Elain had, in fact, flown home the following morning. An emergency at work was the flimsy excuse Nesta had given him the following day when he’d called her and done his best to enquire about Elain’s whereabouts without raising any suspicion. 

Azriel carefully pulled Elain up, keeping her hand in his as his other arm wrapped around her waist to keep her upright as he slowly and carefully led her up his stairs, guiding her to the guest room a couple doors down from his own bedroom. 

He flipped back the duvet and sat her down on the bed. He could feel her eyes on him as she silently watched him lower himself to his knees so he could unzip her boots and slide them off her feet. 

“Lay back,” he tapped gently on her calf, hands hovering around her in case she needed help. 

“Not the first time you’ve said that to me,” Elain quipped, flopping back in a less than graceful manner before turning onto her side to face him. There was the tiniest smirk on her lips, the smallest bit of amusement shining in her sad eyes. He almost found himself smiling at the drunken comment until her expression changed, those pretty lips of hers turning down at the corners. 

“Az.. will you stay with me? After everyone goes?” 

Azriel grimaced, ignoring the pull from the part of his heart that was ready and willing to bend to her every whim. “I can’t, Elain.” 

“Why?” Her eyebrows pulled together to create a small crease on her forehead. He fought the urge to reach out and smooth away that visible line of tension with a gentle pass of his thumb. “You always used to stay with me.” 

“It’s different now,” he exhaled, shoulders dropping as he absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair. “You’re not mine, Elain.”

“That’s not true,” Elain frowned, fighting to keep her eyes open. “I’ve always been yours.” She said it with every bit of drunken sincerity in the world, whispered soft and sweet even as she lost the battle to sleep and her eyes began to flutter shut. 

Her words were like a knife to his heart. He knew she never would’ve said it if the amount of alcohol in her bloodstream didn’t outweigh her good senses. He had no idea whether she’d even remember any of this in the morning. 

“Why did you stay with him? If you didn’t love him? If you didn’t like any of the others? Why would you stay with them?” Azriel couldn’t help but ask, going against his better judgement to seek an explanation for the questions that had haunted him for years even if he knew that whatever answer she gave him, it was unlikely to offer him any semblance of peace. 

“It’s easier to pretend if there’s someone else,” Elain’s hands came up to her throat, her fingertips mindlessly searching for something. She frowned when she came up empty, her nails digging into the space between her collarbones instead. The sight unsettled Azriel enough to momentarily distract him from what she’d just said. 

The necklace he’d given her on her birthday a few years ago, the one she’d worn religiously every day since, the one that tethered her to him, was missing from her neck and it was like a punch to his gut. 

“The chain broke,” Elain whispered, having followed his line of sight to where he’d been openly staring at the place the gold pendant had sat against her skin for half a decade. “It’s in my bag, I was hoping you’d be able to fix it.”

Azriel nodded, relieved that she hadn’t actually taken the necklace off herself. He stood there, arms hanging uselessly at his side for a couple more seconds until her eyelids drifted shut once again. He walked towards the door, deciding to let her sleep this off, but he paused before he could leave, turning towards her once more. 

He thought maybe he was a sadist because asking these questions, pushing for these answers, would only serve to expand that ever growing crack in his heart. Still, he couldn't seem to help himself. 

“Lain?” Part of him hoped that she’d already drifted off to sleep, that she wouldn’t answer and he wouldn’t get to ask his question and have to hear her response.. 

“Yeah, Az?” The corner of her eyes crinkled as she looked at him, squinting. 

“What did you mean?” He asked. “When you said it’s easier to pretend?”

She paused for a moment, teeth scraping over her bottom lip as she turned so she was on her back, her eyes focused on the ceiling. 

“When I’m with someone else,” she started, voice so quiet that he had to strain to hear her over the music carrying up the stairs and under the gap in the door. “It’s easier to distract myself from the fact that sometimes I want you so badly, I think it might kill me.” 

The ache in his chest was so sharp and so immediate that he had to grip the handle on the door harder just to feel like he had some sort of control over his body. He had no idea what to do with that information. Had no idea what to say back. He’d waited what felt like a lifetime to hear her say those words to him, he’d just never imagined that it would be so painful. 

He couldn’t speak, could barely even remember his name. He hadn’t realised how long he’d been silent until he noticed that she’d fallen asleep, her head now tilted towards him. 

Azriel set his shoulders and backed out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. He took a deep breath, pushing back every bit of emotion that he felt, before slowly making his way back downstairs.

Elain stuck an arm out from under the covers, her fingers blindly reaching to her nightstand for her phone. It wasn’t until she felt the sharp corner of a wooden surface instead of the rounded edge of her own bedside table that she realised that she wasn’t at home in her own bed. She peeked out from under the covers, taking in her surroundings with one blurry eye. 

Light was beginning to filter in through a pair of cream curtains covering a rather large window. The bed she was in was comfy and not completely unfamiliar, the bed linen looked similar to a set that she’d helped Azriel choose back when they’d gone shopping for… 

“Fuck,” Elain groaned, sitting up and dragging her hands over her face. 

She wasn’t at home. She wasn’t in her designated room at her sister’s house. No - she’d been fast asleep in Azriel’s guest bedroom. 

It didn’t take much to figure out just how she’d ended up here. The pounding in her head and the dryness in her mouth were enough to tell her that she’d maybe taken it a little too far with the alcohol last night.

She’d started drinking before they’d even left Feyre’s, just a couple of glasses while getting ready that she told herself were for liquid courage. She’d known the second that they pulled into Azriel’s driveway that she’d need far more to get through seeing him again under a whole new set of circumstances that only she was privy to and so she’d thrown caution to the wind and had been throwing back drinks any chance she got. 

She really hadn’t even been planning on telling anyone about the proposal but after an hour or so of drinking, she’d felt the urge to say it - to let them know what had happened. To let them know she and Graysen were done. Elain couldn’t remember much past the moment she’d drunkenly blurted out the news.. she remembered Feyre and Nesta’s surprised faces and the faraway look on Azriel’s face when she’d dared to glance at him but everything past that moment seemed to be a blur. 

If she really tried to push for details, she could vaguely remember being helped up the stairs because she was too far gone to manage on her own but that was all her hungover brain could string together.

“Lain?” The low register of Azriel’s morning voice rumbled through the door as a knock lightly sounded on the surface. “You up? Can I come in?” 

“Yeah, come in!” She called back, wincing at how sore her voice sounded in her ears.

Elain sat up, quickly running a hand through her tangled hair as she propped up a pillow behind her and let the duvet fall to her waist. It was so much colder in this room than she’d expected and she didn’t fully register why until Azriel walked in. 

“Morning, how you feeling? I brought some -” he’d been halfway through his sentence, sleepy eyes scanning over her until they widened at the exact same time the tips of his ears went red. 

She’d lost her top at some point during the night - something she hadn’t realised until the cold morning air had hit her bare skin. Azriel turned around quickly, the glass of water in his hand sloshing over slightly with the speed at which he averted his gaze.  “Fuck. Sorry! I thought.. You said to come in and I thought… fuck .” 

Elain quickly tugged the sheets back up to her chin, fighting the urge to pull them over her head altogether and suffocate herself from embarrassment. Twice now, she’d woken up in Azriel’s house on the day after Christmas naked in one of his beds. Maybe next year she’d check off the last remaining room. 

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realise I - wait, you can turn around…” she fumbled with her words, watching as he slowly turned to face her. His cheeks were pink and the hand that wasn’t cradling a glass of water and an entire pack of headache tablets came up to fidget with the worn neck of the old t-shirt he’d chucked on this morning. “I always get so hot at night and I usually sleep with a fan and I just must’ve… taken it off. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I should’ve gotten you a change of clothes but I didn’t want to…” he trailed off, coming closer to hand her the water as he opened up the packet of tablets and slipped out a few. “I barely saw anything, if that helps.” 

Elain took the tablets from him. “Barely anything, huh?”

She took a small bit of satisfaction from the way he frowned in confusion before he caught on, the blush that had finally subsided from his cheeks came back full force. 

“ Not what I meant,” Azriel shook his head, raking a hand through his hair as she tossed back the tablets. “There’s plenty to see… just the right amount.”

“I’d stop speaking now if I were you,” Elain rolled her eyes. “Thank you for the tablets and the water and for letting me stay the night.”

“It’s nothing,” Azriel shrugged, gingerly sitting on the very edge of the bed. His eyes scanned over her again, lingering on the bare skin of her shoulder that had escaped the cover of the duvet before they slid to her fingers and then back up to her face. “Are you feeling alright?” 

“Could be better,” she answered, realising that she hadn’t actually gotten around to responding the first time he’d asked her. “Can’t drink like I used to, I suppose.”

“You’ve never drank like that, Lain.” Azriel chuckled. “I think that’s part of the problem.”

He was right. She was notoriously a lightweight when it came to alcohol and had never needed more than four or five drinks before she was just the right amount of drunk. 

“A shower and some food and I’ll feel brand new,” she sighed. 

“I’ll grab you a towel and some clothes,” he nodded, fingers mindlessly tapping at his knee. “Have a shower and come down, I’ll make you some breakfast and then if you’re up for it we can go over to the studio and I’ll fix your necklace. Fresh air might do you some good.” 

“You don’t have to do that, Az. I’ll call Feyre to pick me up and get out of your way.” Elain started to look around for where she might’ve tossed her top, suddenly anxious that she’d been here too long. That she was eating into his day, once again taking up time that she didn’t deserve. 

“I know that I don’t have to, Elain. I want to.” He insisted, voice gentle as ever as he looked over at her. “You aren’t in my way.”

Elain didn’t say anything, just looked down at her lap as he stood up, adjusting the waistband of the plaid pajama pants he had on. “Chocolate chip or blueberry?” 

“What?”

“Pancakes,” Azriel clarified, a shy grin on his lips. “Chocolate chip or blueberry?” 

“Blueberry, please.” Elain couldn’t help but mirror her grin, especially when her stomach audibly grumbled at the mere mention of food. 

An hour or so later, Elain sat quietly, perched  on a bench top in Azriel’s workshop. She was warm from the scorching shower she’d taken and clothed in an assortment of clothes that he’d handed her with a towel this morning - his shirt, his sweatpants… a lacy pair of underwear she recognised as the ones she hadn’t bothered to search for when she’d snuck out of his house the previous year.

She watched him as he took a seat, sliding a frame of protective glasses over his eyes before he fired up a small torch. He situated himself, leaning forward as he began to carefully solder Elain’s necklace back together. 

She told herself she was just watching a master at work but her attention had drifted from the actual work being done to focus on the movement of his deft fingers, the shifting muscles of his strong back and shoulders. She studied the side of his face - the slope of his nose, the concentrated furrow of his brows, the way his lips pressed together as he worked. 

She didn’t realise just how intensely she’d been staring at him until she found herself looking into his actual eyes rather than just his side profile. Elain quickly sat up straight, rolling her shoulders as she lowered her eyes and tried to keep her cheeks from flooding with colour. 

“You said the necklace broke while you were changing,” Azriel stood up, pushing his glasses back, using them like a headband to keep his thick hair off of his forehead. It was ridiculous that he managed to look good even like that. 

“The way the chain was broken,” he spoke carefully as he approached her. “It didn’t look like a simple snag, it looked like there was some force behind it. 

Elain swallowed, her cheeks now burning for an entirely different reason. She turned to look out of the window to her right, pretending to watch the snow as it drifted lazily from the cold, gray sky. 

“Lain?” Azriel tried again. He was standing in front of her now, just inches from her knees. “How did the necklace really break?”

Elain paused, unsure how to proceed or what to even say. She couldn’t lie to him. Not again. She’d told herself in the shower this morning - after she’d had a small cry and wallowed in self pity - that this needed to be a new start, that she couldn’t keep shutting him out. Especially now that she no longer had the excuse of having a boyfriend in the picture. 

“Graysen… he didn’t like the necklace very much,” she started. “He always had an issue with it, even before he met you. He didn’t like that I never took it off or that it was from a friend . It only got worse after he came home with me and saw us and then when I… when he proposed and I said no, he said that if I didn’t want to accept the ring, I needed to take off the necklace. I guess to prove that I cared about him even if I didn’t want to marry him just yet.” 

“You didn’t take the necklace off,” Azriel stated, eyes boring into her even though she couldn’t quite bring herself to look back at him. 

“I couldn’t do it,” Elain’s voice shook slightly as she thought back to that night. “He obviously wasn’t happy with my choice and so he just… he reached forward and pulled it off of me.”

Elain’s eyes were shut, her heart racing at the memory of how she’d felt that night. How alone she’d been, how momentarily afraid. She couldn’t bring herself to tell Azriel that she’d woken to a small, raised scar on the side of her neck the next morning. She hadn’t realised that she’d been crying until Azriel’s hand cupped her face, the rough pad of his thumb gently sweeping across her cheek to brush away hot tears.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled.

“What are you apologising for?” Azriel asked. 

She could hear the restraint in his voice, the underlying anger that he carried on her behalf. 

“I don’t know,” Elain finally looked at him, giving him a sad smile. “I’ve just been so awful to you for so long now.” 

“You haven’t,” he assured her. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Lain. I just hope you know that how he acted - pulling this off of you - that’s not okay. You didn’t deserve that.” 

“I shouldn’t have led him on…” she shook her head. “I wasted his time. I wasted yours… he was right to be angry with me.” 

“Look at me,” Azriel demanded, palm sliding from her cheek down to her jaw so that he could tilt her face up towards his. “None of that matters.”

“It does though because I -” 

“Elain, did he ever…” Elain’s eyes travelled to the clench of his jaw, the way his throat flexed as he trailed off. “If he put his hands on you…” 

“No, Az.” Elain lifted her hand up to cover his where it still cradled her face. “There were words occasionally and he’d… when we… never mind,” she blushed, swallowing away the bitterness at remembering what the sex had been like after an argument or whenever he’d been jealous. “It was never… he never hit me.” She said finally.

Elain studied Azriel’s face carefully. Let him see that she was okay. That the only marker that anything had happened was a broken necklace that was easily mended. 

She knew where his mind had gone - knew his fears of her being treated the same way his mother had been treated. 

He’d confided in her years ago - told her about what he’d witnessed growing up and the anger he felt towards the man he didn’t even care to call father. Explained how ashamed he felt at being too small to really be able to do anything to help. 

Elain couldn’t bear the thought of him feeling like that again. Certainly not over her. 

“Azriel,” she squeezed his fingers to get his full attention. “He didn’t hurt me. I promise.” 

“Okay,” he nodded eventually, worried eyes meeting hers for one more moment as if to confirm that she was in fact unharmed before he leaned back and picked up her necklace from where he’d sat it on the bench next to her hip. “Here, just like new.” 

Elain didn’t reach for the necklace, instead she just gave him a shy smile and echoed the question she’d asked him when he first presented her with this necklace all those years ago. “Put it on me?” 

Azriel returned her smile with one just as shy, waiting as she gathered her hair and twisted it up to move it out of the way. His hands slipped around her neck, the chain cold against her skin. 

Azriel’s head dipped so that he could see what he was doing, his cheek skimming her hair as he took his time fastening the necklace. She’d missed the feeling, the reassuarance that the small bit of gold nestled against her chest provided her. 

“Last night… Did you mean what you said?” His question was so quiet, half hushed by the way his face was tilted into her hair. 

“Oh god,” she groaned, dread seeping through her veins. 

She’d been wondering all morning what had happened last night, had been trying to fill in the blanks between the bits she could remember… which wasn’t all that much. She was scared to even ask - afraid to know all the ways she might’ve embarrassed herself the previous night. “I don’t really remember what was said, to be honest.” 

He finally pulled back and straightened up, hands reaching forward to gently maneuver the necklace until it sat just right around her neck. Each brush of his fingers against her skin made her shiver in a way that she couldn’t possibly hide from him. 

The way that he was looking at her certainly didn’t help. Neither did the drag of his thumb against her neck, right over a pulsing vein that gave away her racing heart. 

“Right,” Azriel gave her a nervous smile that made her stomach drop in anticipation. “When Nesta asked you why you said no…”

“I do remember that part,” she cut him off, unable to bear hearing it again although she knew it could only get worse. 

“Well, when it was just us upstairs, after you’d asked me to stay -”

“Jesus, Az, I’m sorry -”

“Not something to apologise for,” the fingers of his other hand tapped out a pattern on her knee that caused yet another shiver to zip up her spine. “I asked you why you stayed with Graysen or with any of the others if you didn’t even actually like them and you told me that it was easier to do that than admit that you, um… wanted me.”

Elain bit the inside of her cheek as she glanced away from him yet again.

“Is that true?” Azriel prodded her for an answer and when she found the courage to look at him again, the look in his eyes, the unmistakable heat, threatened to stop her heart altogether. 

“What happens if I say yes?” She felt breathless, a little dizzy. Just like she felt a year ago when she’d been in a very similar situation - sat on a countertop, Azriel standing in between her knees. Their entire world balancing on a precipice. 

She wasn’t sure when she’d started to lean into his touch. Couldn’t pinpoint when her face had moved so close to his that his nose practically grazed hers. She had no way to tell if he had leaned down or if she had keened upwards, her body arching up to him like a flower seeking the sun. She didn’t know when any of it had happened but she didn’t fight it as her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted in anticipation. 

Waiting. Wanting.

He didn’t answer her, only smoothed his thumb over her throat once more before repeating his own question. “Is it true, Elain?” 

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice verging on desperation. 

Azriel swallowed once, eyes tracing a slow path from her eyes to her lips before he answered her with action. 

Their lips met, clumsily at first though they fell into rhythm quickly, muscle memory kicking in as their mouths came together in a way that bordered on frantic. Her hands tangled in his hair while his ventured to her waist, pulling her into him while simultaneously pushing her further back onto the workbench until she was practically flat against it, his body pressing hers down.

“Elain…” Azriel’s voice was almost pained as he said her name, his lips coasting along her jaw, a different kind of restraint in his tone than the restraint he’d spoken with a few minutes before.

“Please,” she all but whimpered, desperate to feel his lips on hers again. 

“Can’t do this if you’re going to run again afterwards, Elain.” He told her, his hands still wandering, sliding under the soft fabric of the shirt she wore. His shirt. 

“I mean… my flight is booked for tomorrow,” she couldn’t help but joke, squealing and squirming as his fingers pressed into her side as punishment. 

“S’not funny,” he grumbled. 

“Sorry, sorry…” she schooled her face into a serious expression. “I do have to go tomorrow but it won’t be because of this, Az. Not this time. I promise.”

“We have a lot of talking to do,” Azriel told her, all the while his hands travelled further up her torso until his fingers grazed the soft skin of her breasts. 

Just that slight touch had her tugging him down towards her as she leaned further back once more, presenting herself to him. His for the taking. 

“Later,” she told him. “Talk later.”

She knew it was stupid  - to once again go down this route without having properly spoken about what they were doing. What this was. If it was even anything. All she knew was that she was tired of pretending. Tired of being afraid of the unknowns, of the what ifs. She wished she had any idea how this would all end, how it would play out. But that was a conversation for another day. Right now, all she wanted, all she needed , was this.  

“Later,” Azriel agreed, smiling into the crook of her neck before coming back up to kiss her again. This time it was unrushed, almost lazy. He took his time familiarising himself with her mouth the same way he took his time circling her nipples with his thumbs. She moaned into his mouth - half at the blissful feeling of his hands on her skin, half at the memory of what that same motion had felt like when he’d slid his hand up under her skirt the last time they’d done this. 

“Always want you like this,” she admitted, mind hazy as his mouth travelled down her neck and over her sternum as he pushed up her t-shirt until his lips were on the bare skin of her stomach. 

“Yeah?” his fingers tucked into the waistband of her sweatpants, tugging them down as she lifted her hips to aid in the process. Her underwear was pulled to the side, his fingers gliding over her entirely too easily with how wet she was for him. She heard him swear under his breath, in awe at his effect on her.

“Always,” she reiterated, gasping as he slowly slid a finger inside her. “For you. Always like this for you. Az, please can we just -”

She was speaking complete gibberish, anxious to get what she’d been coveting all this time even if she hadn’t wanted to admit it to herself. She didn’t want to waste any more time.

“Don’t have a condom with me,” he told her with a kiss to the inside of her thigh as he continued to touch her. She was distracted from her disappointment when he added another finger - tested the stretch of her. 

“You don’t have any here?” The lack of a condom hadn’t been an issue last time but it had been a year and she knew Azriel had a rotation of girls that he occasionally saw so when he didn’t follow up with a but I haven’t been with anyone, she didn’t let herself linger on it for too long. 

“Don’t really make it a habit to have sex in my workplace very often, or ever, to be honest. Safety concerns and all…” he trailed off, his breath hot over where she ached for his touch. “So this might just have to do for now, wanna make you co-”

His words were cut off by a shrill ring from somewhere besides them. 

“Ignore it,” she told him, hips tilting up in search of more as she flung a hand out to the side in search of her phone. Her fingers blindly fumbled on the screen until the ringing stopped. 

Azriel continued, fingers curling in just the right way as he circled her clit with his tongue - ever so slowly bringing her closer and closer to the edge. 

“Az, oh my God, I think, I think -” Elain gasped, grasping at his hair. She wanted to tell him she was close, to not stop, that she was going to come. But the shrill ring of her phone sounded again, effectively ruining the moment.

“You should probably get that,” Azriel reluctantly pulled away, fingers slipping out of her. He sighed deeply, forehead resting against her bare thigh as she reached for her phone and glanced at the screen. 

Two missed calls and fourteen unread texts. If it wasn’t for previous trauma of missed calls and texts, she might’ve let it go and urged Azriel to continue. She tapped on the screen a little harder than necessary.

“Hello, Nesta.” Elain huffed as she sat up, gently pushing Azriel away as she adjusted her underwear and pulled her pants up and her shirt back down. 

Azriel grinned, shamelessly watching as Elain made herself decent to speak to her sister while she tried to pretend like she hadn’t been splayed out on his workbench half naked, with his mouth in between her thighs mere moments ago. 

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been texting you all morning, it’s almost one in the afternoon. I’m glad to know you’re alive.” Nesta rattled off, exasperated. “Azriel wasn’t answering his phone either.” 

“I’m alive. I’m with him. I’ll be home soon.” Elain’s words were short. She couldn’t keep the annoyance out of her voice at having their time so rudely interrupted. 

She knew the moment was over, that she’d need to go back to her sisters and explain herself. God knows they’d be anxiously waiting for answers now that she’d sobered up. But her disappointment faded because the way Azriel was watching her with bright, happy eyes and lips swollen from kissing her more than made up for it. 

She half listened to whatever Nesta was saying, too focused on the man in front of her - his dark, messy hair. His broad shoulders and strong arms. His calloused hands. All those tattoos that snaked up his arms and over his chest - old, familiar ones and a few new pieces that she longed to learn about. His enviably long eyelashes. Those kind emerald flecked eyes.

This was Azriel. Her Azriel. Her best friend. 

How could she have ever thought this was anything but exactly right?

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[skeefee-sky]

pls be transparent, pls be transparent.... oooo, yay!!

i finished the boys c: and grrrhhhhh they look soo good! it’s, honestly been a while since i’ve been proud of my art and, since i haven’t done any in soooooo long, i was scared how this was going to turn out and, now i’m rambling but, yeah x'D

i was going to add their little ponytown sprites to the finished image but, i couldn’t figure out how, as i am still learning ibispaint eehee >w<

i am still very much rusty with shading, so don’t mind that too much either. i was more just experimenting eheh. but either way i am so happy with how it turned out! for someone who’s never used layers before, or really done much in terms of digital art x3

here’s some lil close ups c: their cutiemarks gave me trouble xD i was gonna copy the ones i gave on their sprites, but then i wanted to do Thunderbird-shaped ones but then was like, ‘but what about when they’re not in uniform?’ so, settled on these xD

i dunno if i’ll ever try drawing the others - these two gave me enough struggle xD and John, Gordon and Alan all have non-pony tails too so… yeah xD

Do not repost/trace/use without permission! Reblogs and comments appreciated!

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Hihi this is an intro post I guess 😛🤟

PLEASE READ B4 FOLLOWING!_!_

I am an Undertale au + DC artist (when I say dc I mainly mean riddler 2022 ), however I also really love Bigtop Burger, Petscop, & Steven Universe.. so I may upload art of those fandoms every now & then as well. I love music alot too so maybe ill post art of bands/musical artists I like, who knows 🥸. You can find me on Youtube (Someday.), Insta (r0ssx_x), or Tt & Lemon8 (also r0ssx_x).. (I don't really use Lemon8, I kinda just installed it out of fear) however ill probably lose access to both tt & lemon8 due to the ban (that's why I made this account in the first place) 💔

I use they/them & prefer neutral refferal terms, & I would greatly appreciate that to be respected in conversation C: & to people I don't know, you can just refer to me by my user

Also please don't interact with me if you're under the age of 13 or over the age of like.. 25 idk i'm not an adult don't be 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.. btw dni if ur a pro/comshipper (this includes neutrals.. pls go away), racist, homo/transphobic, MAGA (ewww), or anything along the lines of that PLEASE refrain from interacting with my account 🙏

Oh & rq, for the love of whatever good remains, DO NOTTTT trace or repost my art as your own without my permission.... I have been drawing since I popped out of the womb & have worked VERY hard to get my art to where it is today.. so please just ask 😪

Ok I think that's all, bye bye 👋

[gatoplaga]

FAQ

It'll be updated to keep track of anything new or necessary to add.

Can I draw/write fanfics/do edits/mood boards with/of your ocs?

YES! I love when people do things with my children, just make sure to credit me and tag me, I wanna see (headcannons are also very welcomed and encouraged).

I do not give permission for the usage of my work in any form that involves AI in any way tho. No chat bots, no feeding it, no anything, relating to that shit.

Can I make pins/posters/other merchandise of your art?

Yes, but only for personal use. Pls do not sell my work in ANY way.

¹Can I RP with your ocs? (²& kin them/tag as kin/anything of the sort)

Privately. I don't mind as long as I don't see it. Not judging or anything, it just makes me kinda iffy yk?

Yeah sure, have fun, go wild. Love to see people relating to my dumb creations.

Can I send you an ask about something 1.NSFW / 2.Personal?

Yeah! be as nasty as you want, there’s no shaming in here. We love that nasty stuff. . . .But about characters and stuff, obviously nothing directed to me. I think that should go without saying.. Be respectful though, and mindful. We're all buddy buddies in here until lines are crossed. And please have your age in bio or somewhere where I can see it! I won't answer anything even suggestive otherwise.

Shoot, but an answer is not guaranteed! I'm not fond with the idea of putting too much personal information about me out there, but we'll see.

What program do you use? Did you study art?

Fire Alpaca now. Used to use Sai2 but.. well. Stuff happened, so it'll be a while until I can go back to my wife.

And.. does self taught-ing myself counts..? if so, then yes. I did go to art school but honestly I didn’t learn shit and it was stupid, worthless, pointless and draining. It sucked and I hated it. Don’t go to art school kids. It kills your creativity.

Are we allowed to repost/reference/use/trace your art?

Don't repost. To any platform, especially tiktok(hate that shit..). Not even with credit, yeah? Giving credit is not having consent. Send links to my posts, reblog them, I have an insta, you can upload my stuff to ur stories and all. But NO REPOSTING of any kind.

But reference and trace? Yeah, sure. By all means, have fun with it, I don’t mind. If it helps u grow and learn, then I'm happy to help! Just credit me when tracing (ref too), and it'll be nice if you can take the time to add the original piece or leave a link to it in the post. OH! and make sure to tag me in da stuff if you want to, I would love to see what y'all can do with my shit!

Can I throw money at you for no particular reason at all?

I mean... if you want, go ahead. Feed me your greens. The links should be up there. In the carrd thingy. If ya don't see it or it's working wrong, my PayPal is @gatoplaga LMAO<;33

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✦ kas/ren/lin ✦ EN/中文 ok ✦ he/she/they/vamp

heyy welcome to my blog,,,, i do art (pls don't expect consistent posting tho lol)

program + equip: clip studio paint pro, xp-pen artist 12

blog rules

do not repost without my permission or credit(do not use commissioned art!)

do not steal, trace, or edit/paint over my art

DO NOT FEED MY ART TO AI OR USE IT FOR NFTS.

general interests

gay ppl (my ocs)

horror web novels

vocaloid/utau/vocal synths

vtubers

ball jointed dolls

dating sims

fighting games

metal (as in music genre)

animanga & other media

tokyo ghoul

kagerou project

durarara!!

oshi no ko

the faraway paladin

angels of death

link click

black rock shooter

kaleidoscope of death

milgram

games

honkai: star rail

elsword (lu/ciel main)

seec-escape

punishing gray raven

eternal return: black survival (alex, yuki, & luke main)

project diva

undernight in-birth

ephemeral: fantasy on dark & miniature garden

king of fighters

project sekai

atelier series

rune factory 5

————— commissions status: CLOSED [link to vgen]✦

my other social media links are also in my carrd

[free-for-all-fics]

While writing for Casablanca, my prompts ended up becoming much longer than originally planned… So I’ll be posting them separately! Here’s the first of many Captain Louis Renault prompts to come! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of this and I’d love to read it! 💙👨🏻‍✈️

Your parents were political activists who participated in anti-Nazi protests and handed out anti-fascism flyers, among other acts of resistance. You and your younger sibling began handing out anti-Nazi pamphlets, which attracted the notice of a commander leading the French Resistance. With your parents’ permission, you both joined the Council of Resistance, which brought you and your sibling into a coordinated effort. While your parents hid Jewish refugees in your family home, you and your sibling worked to sabotage the Nazi military presence in France. You used dynamite to disable bridges and railroad tracks, and smuggled Jewish children out of the country or helped them escape concentration camps. The two of you worked your way up to killing German soldiers and Nazi collaborators, with your sibling being the first to kill a soldier by shooting him while riding their bicycle. You would approach the soldiers in taverns and bars, and ask them to go for a stroll in the forest under the pretense of a romantic overture. You’d then kill them by shooting them where nobody would hear the gunshots or find the bodies until after you were long gone, leaving behind no trace.

Your parents sacrificed everything they had to get you and your younger sibling to Casablanca in French Morocco, as far away from Europe and the war as they could take you. They promised you they’d follow behind you shortly, but you were both old enough to know this was a lie meant to urge you to board the train without looking back. They couldn’t afford to get either of you to Lisbon or America, so it was up to you now to protect and provide for your sibling as their legal guardian. Your parents entrusted you with looking after your sibling and keeping them safe, as well as yourself. As the train pulled out of the station, you watched in horror as German officers apprehended both of your parents. You could do nothing but cry inconsolably. It was a cold comfort, but you thanked God for your quick reflexes as you pulled your sibling’s head to your chest, holding them there to stop them from looking when they asked you what was happening. You didn’t want them to see.

Now, like many others, you’re waiting, waiting, waiting. There was even a time when you started to lose hope that you’d ever get out of here, certain that you’d die in Casablanca. The war is lasting much longer than anyone could have ever imagined, but you can’t give up. Not now, not ever. Your parents gave you all the money they had, and you’ve put your sibling’s needs above yours for as long as you could. You’re still trying to give them the best life you possibly can in spite of the dire circumstances, but Casablanca, though a neutral zone, is far from a peaceful paradise.

Your sibling is so young. They were too young to have been exposed to such hate, violence, and bloodshed. You wish they never had to get involved in the Resistance, but it’s something they wanted to do not just for your family, but for the people of France. In Casablanca, you do your best to shield them from the horrors and tragedies of war, as well as the black market dealings, illegal gambling, alcohol, and sex that seems to run rampant due to the corrupt officials who participate in it. You live frugally for many months but, even though you save and spend your money wisely, pretty soon you’re running extremely low. You were impoverished when you first arrived, and you’re not faring much better now. You’re still sleeping in what’s practically a broom closet with poor conditions, but you still have to pay rent. Expenses keep popping up and, despite all your efforts, you can’t seem to secure or hold a job for very long, so you keep hopping around.

You haven’t received word so you can’t know for certain, but you just have this horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that your parents are either still imprisoned or dead. Killing Nazis and blowing up train tracks seemed so much easier than looking after another human being. You have no idea what you’re doing when it comes to looking after a child, but you’re the only family your sibling has left. They need you now more than ever. Now that you’re in Casablanca, you want to give them the chance at having a good and normal-ish childhood, but they grew up too fast and have to be reminded and accept that they’re still a child, which is a feat that’s easier said than done. World War II has taken up the better part of your sibling’s childhood, forcing them to grow up quickly in order to get your family through the war, and a part of you grieves for their lost innocence.

To keep a roof over your heads, clothes on your backs, and food in your stomachs, you go to Rick’s Café Américain. Rick's is an expensive and chic nightclub which definitely possesses an air of sophistication and intrigue. Abdul, the large and burly man who’s standing guard at the door, is kind enough to keep an eye on your sibling while you conduct what you call your “boring adult business” inside. But your sibling is perceptive enough to know what you’re really going to do in there.

“You want to pawn Mother’s jewelry? The only thing we still have from her?”

“Temporarily.”

Upon entering, your senses are assaulted and almost overwhelmed as you try to squeeze through the many, many, many customers. The lights are bright and there’s a heavy scent of smoke wafting through the air that nearly makes you cough. Sam, a middle-aged black man, sits on a stool before a small salmon-colored piano on wheels, playing and singing while accompanied by a small orchestra. All about him there’s the hum of voices, chatter and laughter. The occupants of the room are varied. There are Europeans in their dinner jackets, their women beautifully begowned and bejeweled. There are Moroccans in silk robes. Turks wearing fezzes. Levantines. Naval officers. Members of the Foreign Legion, distinguished by their kepis. It’s almost too much for you to handle. There’s much activity at the various tables, and it takes you a while to find one that’s empty. As you wait for the pawnbroker, you can overhear another woman selling jewelry too. She’s very well-dressed, but is wearing no jewelry except for a bracelet on her wrist.

“But can’t you make it just a little more? Please.”

“I’m sorry, Madame, but diamonds are a drug on the market. Everybody sells diamonds. There are diamonds everywhere. Two thousand, four hundred.”

“All right.”

You had already pawned everything else of value. You had hoped that you would never have to pawn this. You promised yourself you would only do so in case of emergency. Well, that emergency has come. There are some things of hers she left you that you brought with you in her old jewelry box, but none of it is worth anything except maybe this necklace of hers. A simple but beautiful necklace and one of the last things you have left of her. Had. You’re very reluctant to give it away, practically unwilling to part with it, but you must. You anxiously watch as the pawnbroker closely inspects the necklace with his loupe, waiting for his appraisal and hoping for enough to last you through the week. You’re not as fortunate as the woman with the diamond necklace. He tells you your mother’s most favorite necklace, the last thing you have left of her, is—

“Brass and glass.”

“No gold or gems?”

“I'd really like to help you, but see for yourself. I can’t give you more than this. I can’t do anymore for you.”

Sympathy is evidently in short supply in Casablanca. Having no other choice, you take what little cash you’re offered and leave with the crumpled banknotes, wiping a stray tear off your face before meeting your sibling with a practiced smile, but it’s still strained. Knowing the gravity of the situation and what you just did, they grab your hand and squeeze it gently. They smile wanly at you and their reassurance rings hollow as they tell you,

“That’s okay. We can buy something new.”

And with what? You have very little money for food and what you received from the pawnbroker isn’t even enough to cover a fourth of the cash you’ll need to cover the month’s rent for the small room you’re sleeping in. You’ll be lucky if this lasts you through the week. You’ll be lucky if this lasts you till the day after tomorrow.

That night, you put your sibling to bed. You quietly make yourself look pretty as you sit in front of the dirty vanity mirror. You put on your best dress and some makeup, however minimal you own. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. After so long, you can't bear to go back there. To face them again. Those fake smiles and hollow pleasantries. Those pressed uniforms. You hate them. You hate them all so much. Especially him. But desperate times call for desperate measures. This isn’t just for your sake, but for your sibling’s. You grit your teeth and swallow your pride as you pay a visit to Captain Louis Renault’s office. He’s been appointed by Vichy as Prefect of Police in Casablanca, so is in a position of power or influence that could help you. For a price. He’s a handsome, middle-aged Frenchman, debonair and gay, but withal a shrewd and alert official. He’s one of the last officers still in the Palais de Justice, finishing up making out some report. Only his aide, Lieutenant Casselle, is with him. But he’s just about to retire for the night and leave Renault to lock up.

“Excuse me, Captain. I know it’s very late, but another visa problem has come up.”

“Show her in, and then you’re dismissed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

When you enter the room, Renault is looking at himself in a mirror, straightening his tie and fixing his hair. He’s very pleased to see you, and doesn’t even bother hiding how much he’s waited for this day. For you to come to him willingly, of your own volition. He’s flirted and made multiple advances on you in the past, practically from the very moment he saw you. His heart is his least vulnerable spot, but he’s always had a weakness for beautiful young women like yourself. Consider it a vice, if you will. He’s tried many different methods to lay on his classic Frenchman charm and get you in his bed, but you refused him at every turn for the longest time. You held out for as long as you could, longer than any other woman ever had, in fact.

You were quite the challenge, which did nothing to discourage or dissuade him. It only made him more excited. He admired your spirit, and your refusals and contempt of him only made him want you more and more. He wanted to partake in the forbidden fruit, and the wait he’d have to endure would only make it taste that much sweeter. He knew you needed exit visas for your sibling and yourself, but you’re a smart and independent woman who’s full of spunk. You wanted to obtain exit visas through other means, ideally honest means, but things didn’t turn out as you’d hoped.

“You get prettier every week.”

“And you, Captain Renault, are wasting your flattery.”

“Oh, on the contrary, I believe my flattery to be well-spent. I may be twice your age, my dear, but I can assure you with full confidence that I'm well-endowed. I've always had a soft spot for the less fortunate. I may be just a poor corrupt official, but you need a benefactor and, with my position as Prefect of Police, I may be in use to provide better living accommodations for you and your sibling. To be frank, I’ve grown bored in my little romances. I’ve come to realize that I need a young lady with spirit. A young lady like you.”

His double meaning when he says “well-endowed” is not lost on you. You know the kind of man Captain Renault is, which is why you’ve done everything in your power to avoid him up until now. He’s an official who’s embraced the corruption and vice that comes with his police uniform, rounding up twice the number of usual suspects and regularly receiving fixed roulette winnings and bribes from Rick's while blatantly turning a blind eye to the illegal gambling and underhanded black market dealings that take place there. He may call himself a romantic but, to you, he’s a rake, an indomitable playboy, a scamp, a hedonist who’s gone through women faster than cigarettes and only ever seems to care about nothing and no one but himself. Many beautiful women with very little pocket money have come to him in hopes of obtaining an exit visa. He’d always keep his word and procure them, but only after receiving either monetary compensation or sexual favors, regardless of their marital status.

He invites you to sit down in the chair in front of his desk while he sits across from you on the other side. After some negotiating where you set ground rules and work out other fine print details, you become Captain Renault’s kept woman. He drafts up a contract he has you and himself sign, just to get it all down in writing and make it feel more official. He’s just a poor corrupt official, but the bribes and fixed winnings he receives at Rick’s and his position as Prefect of Police gives him a stipend that allows him the ability to provide for and take care of you and your sibling.

You’re very confident and outspoken in your opinions, and seldom like being told what to do. You tell him in no uncertain terms that that’s not going to change any time soon, and you’re not going to become a hollow little ornament on his arm that just stands there and looks pretty. You won’t just bend to his will now that you’ve struck a deal. He laughs and nods in agreement, not expecting any less from you. You don’t need to change for him, he wants to keep you just as you are. You’ve got fire and he likes fire. He loves watching as your eyes flicker and light up, ablaze with indignation and...something else. He’s not going to be the one to extinguish it. God help the hypothetical person who tries. They may find themself at the end of his pistol. Now that he has you, he doesn’t stray to any other woman and loses interest in them all. you’re all he wants and needs. He’s going to hold onto you and never let you go.

You and your sibling move into the bigger and better apartment Renault has provided for you. It’s not super glamorous or anything, but it’s a massive improvement from the rundown and dilapidated shoe closet you were living in before. You tell your sibling that you’ve been making a comfortable living as a waitress or seamstress and raised the money yourself, but this conflicts with what your sibling sees in the apartment, such as new dresses hanging in the closet and bottles of French wine in the kitchen. Tokens of love from Renault. As well as clothing, school supplies, and toys for them. All of these new and shiny things are likely obtained through dubious means, but Renault has no qualms over that. Your sibling makes assumptions and confronts you, but frightens themself with their own vehemence and immediately apologizes, knowing you only want what’s best for them and everything you do is out of love and for the sake of their well-being.

You confess you lowered yourself to taking an officer as a lover, and it’s he who’s furnishing yours and your sibling’s new lives. You tell them it’s strictly business, a contract of convenience as a means to ensure yours and their survival, and nothing more. You leave out all the racy details and don’t elaborate any further, not even divulging his name. They don’t need to know what exactly you’re doing and who you’re doing it with in exchange for all of these things, so you just promise to explain when they’re older. Much older. When you have to leave the apartment at night to go on dates with Captain Renault, who insists you now call him Louis, you leave your sibling in the care of neighbors you’ve befriended during your stay. These neighbors once had children of their own, so you know they can be entrusted with your sibling’s well-being and watch over them in your absence.

Your nights are often filled with you being on Louis’ arm, dressed up pretty in fine dresses to attend dinner dates and get-togethers with him at Rick’s. He’s not musical, but he’s a wonderful dancer. Sometimes you’ll grace the dance floor, moving in time and letting loose to the jazzy music Sam plays. Dancing at Rick’s is nearly always an intimate affair because the floors are always so crowded with other couples. You often work up a bit of a sweat, but that’s nothing compared to the sweat you work up on nights you’ll engage in sexual activities in Louis’ office at the Palais de Justice. Both of your bodies tingle from the thrill of technically having sex in public. He haphazardly swipes everything off of his desk with a single flourish of his arm as you try to strip each other of your clothes as quickly as possible while kissing and groping with fervor.

The door locks and all of the windows are shut with the shutters drawn closed, but the Captain’s fellow gendarmes and loyal orderlies, along with his aide, Lieutenant Casselle, can hear the familiar sounds of objects hitting the floor and erratic thumping. They know exactly what’s going on behind closed doors. While they try to distract themselves and drown out the sounds you and Louis make, they see to it that you’re not disturbed. Once your “very important business meetings” are over, you’ll either share a post-coitus drink or a fresh cigarette from a box on his desk. You’ll either chain-light your cigarette with his or, if he’s running low, you’ll share a single cigarette, passing it back and forth as you take turns taking drags. But you can’t stay for very long.

“Louis, I don't wish to be the one to say it, but it's late.”

Glancing at his wristwatch, he nods in agreement. “So it is. And we have a curfew here in Casablanca. It would never do for the Chief of Police to be found drinking after hours and have to fine himself.” Once you’re both decent, he presses a button on his desk, triggering a buzzer. The door is opened for you and you’re smuggled out through a rear exit and driven home. The whole affair is always hushed up.

Other times, you’ll have “nights in” and meet in the privacy of the apartment Louis gave you while your sibling is out. He’s a rake and a womanizer, a hedonistic and corrupt official, a man of many vices and indulgences. But, God, he’s an incredible lover and a man of many talents. Your lovemaking often ranges in volume and intensity. The two of you can enjoy soft, almost lazy sex or become so loud and boisterous in your mixed guttural moaning and groaning as you become lost in the moment. Louis’ hands become entangled in your hair as he pushes and pulls on it, his body so warm and heavy whether he’s on top or underneath you. He’s so comfortable when he’s wrapped around you like a blanket. You’re so blissed out in the afterglow that you see stars sometimes. The aftercare is just as good, if not better than the act itself. However, despite being his mistress, you’re still somewhat liberal for your time and refuse to be mistreated, undermined, humiliated, demeaned, or controlled by any man, especially Louis. Just because you’re sometimes submissive in bed doesn’t mean you’ll be submissive to him in other situations.

One night, you’re having dinner with him at Rick’s. He lets you order whatever you want, wanting to treat you in return for how well you’ve been treating him. He tells you not to worry about the bill. It’s a little game he likes to play. They put it on the bill, he tears the bill up. It’s very convenient. But you just push your food around with your fork. He tries to engage in conversation with you or make you laugh with his little jokes and quips, but you space out and can’t even be bothered to muster up a wan smile for him. You seem distracted, as if your mind is elsewhere. Your body is sitting across from him, but your mind is far away.

Your eyes look sad and empty, void of the light or fire he so loves to gaze into when you’re in carnal embrace. He reaches across the table to try to hold your hand and squeeze it reassuringly to comfort you, but you pull your hand away when his skin touches yours as if his touch burns you. He leaves his hand outstretched and open on the table for a few moments, silently inviting you to place your hand in his. He retreats and places it back down and to his side when he realizes you won’t. You probably don’t want to be touched right now. You probably don’t want to even be here and just want to go home. But why? He needs to broach this gently.

“My dear, you've eaten hardly anything.”

“I know. I'm not very hungry. You haven't eaten much either, Louis. And you probably need more food than I do.”

“I had a big lunch.”

“Oh. If you eat some more, Louis, I'll eat some more.”

“All right.”

You finally take a few small bites of your meal, but you can’t bring yourself to enjoy it. Louis watches you closely as he takes a few bites out of his meal too, but he doesn’t like what he sees. Despite your promises to each other to try to eat, you both quickly set your silverware back down. They clatter against your dinner plates as you push them away. Even the sight of the food is too much to bear and makes your stomachs churn. You’re too down in the mouth and have lost your appetite, and your uncharacteristically low spirits are affecting Louis so deeply that his thoughts are focused solely on you and he suddenly can’t bring himself to eat either.

“Everything all right, sir?” The waiter asks as he comes by your table.

“Yes, thank you. We're not hungry. You'd better take this away.”

“Will the beautiful lady have dessert?”

“No, thank you.”

“No dessert? We have very delicious crème glacée. Vanilla, peppermint, strawberry.”

“No, thank you.”

“You bring the beautiful lady a cup of tea, and I'll just have a demitasse.”

“Yes, sir.”

Louis turns back to you once the waiter has taken your plates and left. “Do you like the clothes I put in your closet?”

“Oh. Yes, they’re beautiful.”

“Why aren’t you wearing any jewelry?”

“My jewelry is in the pawnbroker in town.”

“The jewelry in the box I gave you is yours, take what you want.”

“They have no meaning for me.” You don’t elaborate further, but you don’t need to. Your body language speaks louder than any words can. Louis knows a thing or two about women, and he can understand you perfectly. He’s found the reason for your despondency.

“The jewelry at the pawnbroker means something to you.”

In the middle of the night, after the shops have closed, Louis easily breaks the lock on the door to the pawnshop and lets himself in. It was a flimsy lock, anyway. He holds the pawnbroker at gunpoint when the man comes to investigate the noise. “Show me your jewelry.”

“Don’t hurt me, I’m an honest man.” The poor man is shaking like a leaf as he puts his hands up and cowers in the corner.

Captain Renault looks high and low in the shelves and jewelry boxes, his gun still pointed at the man’s heart. Finally, after some digging, he finds your mother’s necklace. Surprisingly, his illegal search didn’t warrant any overt destruction or damage of property for once. No broken glass or obvious signs of forced entry. “What do you want for it?”

“Nothing. Just let me live.”

He drops a small wad of banknotes on the counter and leaves quietly with your necklace in hand. The pawnbroker is allowed to live another day. He quickly gets up and grabs the crinkled bills, in shock at the amount. This is far more than the necklace is worth! So much money for a bit of brass and glass! It should be more than enough to cover the cost of replacing the broken doorknob, at least.

While you’re sitting in front of your vanity mirror and getting ready for the day, Louis walks up behind you and tells you to close your eyes. You arch your eyebrow at him, but oblige after he tells you it’s a surprise. You shiver as you feel his warm hands contrast with the cold metal against the skin of your neck as he closes the clasp. You open your eyes when he tells you to and gasp. “Mother’s necklace…I-I don’t believe it! You’ve given me a great joy. You can’t imagine what this necklace means to me. How did you find it? I thought surely…” You fiddle with the necklace as you take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Thank you very much. It’s the only thing left to me of my mother. She and father were arrested shortly after we boarded the train to Marseilles. I never saw them again. I don’t know where they are, or if they’re even alive. That’s why I’ve sworn to myself never to marry, and to work to help my sibling get their best chance at life. They have to come first, so romance just isn’t in the cards right now, but you- I want so badly to make things good again, not just for me, but for both of us.” Your eyes are downcast as you continue. “If it wasn’t for me, maybe our parents could’ve come with us, maybe they wouldn’t have been arrested. They should’ve gotten on the train with my sibling, not me.”

Louis tilts your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye. He wants to make sure you’re paying attention because he’s never been this open with anyone before. In this moment, he leaves his heart exposed and allows himself to be emotionally vulnerable in front of you. “You’re not to blame for their fates. Your parents didn’t get left behind because of you, but for you. For their children, out of love, so that you both may live.” He speaks with such sincerity. He means every word. He’s not lying to you. There’s not a flicker of doubt in his brown eyes. They’re so lovely, dark and warm.

He can’t promise you anything, but maybe he could use his position of power and influence as the Prefect of Police to gather information on your parents? Would it make you happy to know their whereabouts and whether they’re alive or dead? Or would you rather not know? He doesn’t know when exactly it happened, but he’s had a sudden change of heart and now wants to devote every waking minute to your happiness. He once believed that the heart was his least vulnerable spot, but that’s just not true anymore and it’s all because of you. He’s in love with you, even if he hasn’t outright said it yet.

You say that romance isn’t in the cards for you right now but do you think, maybe someday, you would like to reshuffle those cards? He didn’t want to do it before because he was still a selfish man who couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, but now he’s ready and willing to countersign exit visas for you and your sibling at any time. Just say the word and you could be on the next plane to Lisbon and on your way to America by tomorrow, if you wished it. Or there’s a Free French garrison over at Brazzaville. He could be induced to arrange a passage. To hell with the contract you originally drafted up, he’ll gladly throw it on the fire and watch it burn with you. But there is a different type of contract he’d be open to entering with you - a marriage contract. You’re lovers now, but would you ever entertain the thought of being husband and wife? Come what may, would you ever consider marrying him after the war is over?

[weirdsht]

Cale with someone who has blood manipulation and can make their blood explode on command once it touches the enemy, but they have to cut themselves up first in order for the power to work. 💀😀

It's either they think it's super duper helpful or they become extremely concerned

Let It Run Through Your Veins (Not Out!)

tags: blood, both cale and reader are idiots, gender neutral reader

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“You said you have an explosive ability right? Now’s a good time to show it off.”

Another day, another attack from one of many Cale’s enemies. The forces from the other side were more overwhelming than he thought. The young master had not expected the enemy to pull all the stops here.

Good thing his significant other said they discovered a new ability they can do.

Or was it?

“What the hell are you doing? I told you to help us not injure yourself.”

Cale stopped controlling his fiery rain for a moment to look at _____ cutting their arm.

“That’s what I’m doing just watch!”

“How the hell am I suppose to watch you doing something–”

He couldn’t help but stop in his tracks when he saw what happened.

_____ had manipulated their blood and flung it towards the enemy. As those red splotches hit the enemy they exploded on command.

“Human! _____’s power is amazing! It’s amazing but dangerous! They’re losing too much blood!”

Raon didn’t know if he was impressed or scared for the now blood manipulator's well-being.

“_____ stop already. I’ll handle it from here.”

“And overuse your ancient powers and faint? No way.”

“Then what do you want? For you to lose too much blood and die?”

At this point, the two are arguing with each other without regard to their enemy.

“Just what do you think you’re doing being distracted–”

Sizzle

Boom!

The arrogant enemy couldn’t even finish his sentence as Cale’s Fire of Destruction and _____’s blood manipulation rained down on him.

“See I can handle it just fine.”

“No, you can’t. You should see how pale you are right now.”

“You can’t talk Mr I-Look-Like-I’m-About-To-Faint”

Everyone around them just shook their heads at the arguing. To everyone else, the two look like they are about to faint and would probably stay unconscious for at least three days.

It doesn’t help that they haven’t stopped using their powers while arguing. No, in fact, they were arguing while swiftly taking out the enemy.

That was why the rest of the group decided to move faster and wrap things up as quickly as possible.

Or else those two might just faint for three weeks from overusing their powers.

Surprisingly they didn’t. The couple was pale and they were staggering at the end but they persevered and didn’t faint. However, they were both extremely hungry.

Hence why they are currently eating in Cale’s room. A delicious feast was laid out in front of them thanks to Beacrox’s hard work.

Cale and _____ were silent as they ate. No traces of them arguing could be seen. It was as if it didn’t even happen.

Well until Cale opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

[whatislovevavy]

Most of Freedom and Of Pleasure

Jake Seresin x OC (Cherry)

Hangman and Cherry have never been able to be in the same room as the other without nearly ripping each other's throats out. Hangman provides a solution that provides her a sense of freedom and pleasure that she begins to crave.

Warnings: Smut, P in V, degradation, hot pilots being delusional and horny

Word Count: 3.4k

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A note: This is a nice little piece I made for @roosterforme's TopGun 80's Rocktober Challenge using Tears for Fears' Everybody Wants to Rule the World. The lovely divider was made by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more. I hope you enjoy <3

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“God, you’re such a dick,” 

You almost missed the way his lips curved into a smirk into the sensitive flesh of the column of your neck. Hands gripping into his shoulders as he sucked at your pulse, pushing your hips into the cold metal lockers behind you with a resonating bang, his broad hands digging into your Nomex clad waist enough to leave marks.  

Time was not in your favor, and you could sense that the team had their suspicions about what Hangman and Cherry were doing while they weren’t trying to rip the other to shreds on the tarmac.  

“I always did like you more when you were too busy takin' my cock to say your little bratty comments,” he growled into your throat. 

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the way his gravelly tone and filthy words made you want to clench your thighs around his lean waist.

A huff left your lips. 

He was absolutely vexing. 

His hands gripped harder into your hips, squeezing into the flesh of your ass, making you let out what could be best described as a repressed sigh. 

And shameless and cocksure. 

He harshly sucked at the flesh of your neck, sure to leave angry, deep purple marks in his wake, the act making you hiss.

A significant part of you had stopped caring to cover up the traces of your rendezvous; new ones would be there the following day or later in the week anyway.

And was absolutely filled to the brim with brazen confidence and a glaring disregard for others. 

You had to bite into the soft, plump flesh of your lip to silence yourself as his mouth made you want to softly whimper. 

Chewing him out only turned him on, and ignoring him just made him press harder into your nerves. 

You couldn’t win with him. Maybe that was why you let yourself have this arrangement. 

To see if you could win, and claim victory over the infamous Hangman that had women for miles lined up for a chance to warm his bed. 

Because just like him, you craved victory. 

His fingers frantically reached for your front zipper, pulling the dark green material down your body, exposing more and more flesh by the second to his ravenous mouth. 

A sigh passed your lips as he fondled your breast, bringing your tank top down to expose your pebbled nipple to the cooler air of the locker room with a gasp, taking the sensitive flesh into his warm mouth with a deep growl. 

You hated that he had this effect on you. 

Not in a way that itched your skin, but in a way that made your insides swirl and buzz with…

A low whine pulled its way past your lips as he let the rough pads of his fingers run through your folds. 

“Mhm, so wet, Cherry. This all f’me?”

His chest inflated with pride at the glare you shot him. 

He watched with salacious eyes as he removed his fingers, “Come on, sweets, we both know ya don’t get this wet for just anyone.”

You watched as he let his tongue glide over his bottom lip, his gaze heavy on your flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes. 

Agitation overcame you at the sight of him as he closed his eyes, humming at the taste of you on his fingers, trying to ignore how much you ne-wanted his touch again. 

And trying to remember how much you hated it when he called you that little endearment with that irritating southern drawl of his. 

Maybe this whole arrangement was to gain some freedom from this chase you both did with each other, to put your hatred for him to better use. 

To have an outlet. Yeah that was it. An outlet. A reprieve from your hatred induced frustrations. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

His dry laugh made your insides burn and your nails dig into his shoulders just that much harder. 

He nipped at your jaw as your nails dug harshly into the back of his neck.

The act made him growl into the column of your throat, the vibrations making you almost shiver. 

“I already do, sweets. You wouldn’t keep coming back if it weren't the case.”

You scoffed. 

“You’re insufferable.” 

His lip quirked. 

“And so god-damn frustrating.”

He hummed, his ego growing like his cock in the thin confines of his flight suit with each breathless word that passed sweet, no-faults-in-sight, perfect straight shooter Cherry’s lips. 

“But I’m not wrong,” he replied, giving your neck a playful nip. 

“I never said you were right, and don’t call me sweets,” you quipped back, trying to keep your voice steady as he sucked at your pulse point. 

He chuckled against your skin, his breath hot against your skin, “always so feisty, Cherry,”

Your words died on your lips as his lips lathed at your chest, softly biting into your nipple. A soft sigh left your lips as he soothed your flesh with his frustratingly nimble tongue. 

His touch almost made you miss him as he took a second to pull down his flight suit, his white undershirt clashing with his golden tan skin and clinging to his biceps. The imprint of his dog tags showing through his cotton shirt. Your eyes followed the path of the white fabric as he unveiled the sharp ridges and dips of hard muscle from his defined adonis belt, to his marble carved abs that seemed to go on for days, to his pectorals and thick, broad shoulders. 

"We don't have all day, Bagman," you said, voice lacking the authority you hoped it would still have.  

His muffled dry laugh made your jaw clench and stomach flip. 

Your voice couldn't have sounded that desperate, could it? 

His lip quirked, revealing pearly white teeth.

"Didn't realize you were in a rush, got a hot date later?"

Your eyes narrowed, his teasing smile grating on your nerves. 

"As a matter of fact, I do," you managed to say without your voice sounding too breathless or shaky. 

His eyes narrowed for only a millisecond. 

A flash of something you've never seen before.

In his eyes, at least. 

But as soon as it appeared, it was gone.

"Mhm," he bit the inside of his cheek, leaning down to kiss at your neck, coming up to your tender ear lobe, giving the soft flesh a delicate bite that had a hitched breath leaving your parted lips.

You hated how well versed he was in the subtle language of your body.

He firmly squeezed your hips in his broad hands, his fingers sneaking under the fabric of your bunched up flight suit to your ass.  

You almost shivered at his warm breath settling against your ear. 

"Does he know he's gonna be getting sloppy seconds?"

A scoff passed your lips, "I don't see how that's of any concern to you."

He hissed as your nails dug harder into the back of his neck. 

"We both know you don't date. That's why this works so well, "he said dryly as he kissed at your neck, slowly pulling the Nomex material below your waist, your legs moving at their own accord to step out of the sleeves. 

He had a point. An annoying and frustrating point.

"It's the first date anyway," you replied, choosing to ignore the evident vibrations of the chord he just struck through your chest.

He let his jade, evergreen eyes settle on you. 

Those same eyes that could read you like a book he's read a hundred times over. 

His lip quirked, eyebrows scrunching in amusement.  

"That's really romantic, Cherry, really. Showing up with another man's cum dripping down your thighs as he sweats himself on the first date." 

Your mouth dried up, utterly speechless at the  words he said with that trademark Hangman confidence.  

Your eyes narrowed, eyebrows softly pinching together. 

A smirk grew on his lips that made you want to slap him, or pull his lips towards yours. 

You couldn't decide. 

He kept his heated, lust-bright gaze on yours as he trailed his calloused fingers in between the material of your panties and your soft, supple skin, relishing in the feel of gooseflesh he left in his wake. 

You watched as let his gaze shift downwards, clicking his tongue. 

"Cherry, you shouldn't have... you wore my favorite pair just for me?"

You bit your lip as he continued to toy with the soft, blush pink material of your undergarment. 

That same full-of-himself smirk that you hated curved his lips. 

But do you know what you hated more?

The fact that you couldn't help but feel like some part of you purposely decided to wear the pair, and not because you purely wanted to, but because there was a part of you that wanted to wear them just for him. 

He gently rolled them down your thighs, letting you step out of them. 

He let his hand drift under the back of your thigh to behind your knee, grasping your leg and lifting it to bend at his hip before snatching the pair of pink panties that hung off your ankle. 

Your eyes followed his hand as he bunched the material between his dexterous fingers. 

"Excuse me, I'd like those back," you snipped.

His lip quirked. 

"If you're good, I'll consider it, sweets."

You huffed, glaring at the smirk and subsequent wink he sent you. 

Your glare worsened as he brought the material to his nose, taking a deep inhale, a deep sigh of satisfaction leaving his lips, doing your damnedest to ignore the soft throbbing of your clit at the sight, and to suppress the whine that threatened to bubble up in your throat. 

"Always smell so sweet, Cherry, like a perfect, little cherry pie." He murmured as he placed the debauched material into the pocket of his flight suit.  

"You're disgusting and don't call me sweets," you gritted back, raising your voice with a snarl that Jake knew was all bark and no bite.

At least with him. 

He gave that salacious smile that always made you want to slap him. Or kiss him. Or knock his perfect teeth out. Or fuck him. Or grab him by his hair and-

Your jaw tensed, nostrils flaring. 

His smile widened, evidently proud of the rouse of emotion he pulled from you. 

You were too much fun to tease. 

"Shhh,” you could have sworn that you saw red the moment the condescending noise left his lips, “someone's gonna hear ya if you keep that up, and ya wouldn't want someone to see just how well I can get along with ya, right Cherry? Make ya make such sweet, absolutely sinful sounds f’me?” 

Heat rose to your cheeks, much to your unending irritation with the visceral response this man managed to pull out of you each time he had you. 

Whether it was the Hard Deck bathroom during the saturday night rush, that one time at the beach long after Bob Floyd’s birthday celebration, or on the other side of Admiral Simpson’s white fence during the Fourth of July BBQ that past summer. 

A chuckle broke free from his chest as you laid a smack to his thick pectoral, eyes still sharp and full of what could be described as a cauldron of hate and lust to anyone else who had the misfortune of interrupting their, what could be described as, animalistic rutting.  

He pulled down his flight suit to settle down to the tiled floor with a small thump, his body only clad in his signature pair of Calvin Klein briefs. 

That was another thing you hated about him; he looked good in anything. 

It pained you to say that he could easily have become a model if the Navy hadn't worked out. 

Your nails dug into his shoulders before softly tracing down his body, over each ridge, each chord, each plane of muscle and bulging vein that made you salivate more than you would care to admit. 

He pulled his briefs down, letting his thick cock that always forced you to take a minute to adjust to sprung up against his adonis belt with a soft tap. 

A soft sigh passed your lips as he gently traced at the embarrassingly soaked folds of your cunt with the pads of his fingers.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin would never admit it, but he was disappointed he didn't have the time to taste you, to savor what he would describe as the intoxicating taste of candied cherries that dribbled down your flushed folds like a sweet nectar. 

Sweet nectar from a poisonous, intolerable, type-A personality fruit. 

He hated that he wanted to quirk his lip at the birthmark just above your soft, sensitive little clit. To hear that sweet sinful sound he, disappointedly, hadn't been able to find in anyone else when he fucked you with his tongue. 

A soft puff of breath passed your lips as he lined up the angry, red bulbous head at your flushed cunt. Grunting as his sensitive head met your drenched folds. 

His entrancing eyes hurriedly met yours. 

You feverishly nodded. 

Jake pushed his length into the delicious inferno of your tight, little pussy. 

Your breath felt like cement in your lungs as he let his full, long, thick length accommodate itself into your welcoming heat. 

He let his head fall to the crook in her shoulder, her nails still gripping into the thick cords of muscle of his shoulders, trying to ground yourself. 

"Jesus, Cherry,” he murmured. 

God, the way his voice graveled out praise was the most unfortunate consequence of this arrangement that still affected you hours after your trysts. 

His cock seemed to push any capability of forming coherent sentences out of your body. 

All that passed your lips were sharp intakes of breath and low mewls that left your throat without your consent. 

He gave an experimental thrust into your heat, letting your soft sighs of pleasure meet his ears as you adjusted to his length.  

Your breath hitched as he brought your other leg around his waist, his biceps bulging with the effort of thrusting into you against the smooth, metal locker doors. 

"More."

"Come on, sweets, you can do better than that." 

He smirked at your breathless tone.

If his cock didn’t feel like the only thing you needed at the moment to live, you would have told him to go fuck himself. 

You laid your head back against the dark gray metal surface, eyes meeting his fiery, lush, emerald gaze, voice frozen in your throat, lips parted. 

He manhandled your legs, forcing them to cross around his waist, gripping your waist in his broad hand in a borderline painful grip. 

His other hand brought up to grip at the sides of your throat. A low moan came from your lips that had him smirking deviously and your cheeks turning red, utterly at the mercy of him and his thick cock that was rubbing deliciously at that spot he always found with maddening accuracy. 

“Please, more,” 

Those two words made you cringe with embarrassment, unable to stop the small whimper that passed your bite swollen lips. 

His salacious chuckle met your ears, making your cheeks burn brighter.

“God, I can never get used to you like this… so needy and desperate. You become such a sweet girl when I get my dick in ya. Haven’t even started yet, and you're already babbling like a cock-drunk little slut.”

All you could do was part your lips and muster enough composure to utter two simple words. 

“F-fuck you,”

His eyebrows rose in pleasant surprise, leaning his head towards your ear. The scent of bergamot and cedar wood filling your senses.

“You already are, sweets,” he growled, sharply thrusting into your sopping wet cunt. 

Your gasp and tightening of your grip into his shoulder and hand that settled at your neck had him throbbing against your velvet walls that oh so begged him to never leave. 

“Fuck, Cherry, I bet you don’t even hate me,” he panted, “not,” thrust, “even,” thrust, “a little,” thrust, “bit.” 

Your cries of pleasure spilled from your lips and into the empty on base locker room, fingernails gripping and scratching into him almost enough to draw blood.  

He gripped your throat just a bit harder, enough to have your eyes rolling back, wanton moans pouring from your lips as he pistoned his hips into your cunt. 

He yanked your neck closer to his. Close enough to see the small specks of hazel in his almost unending green eyes. And the kink in his nose he got when he broke it back at the Naval Academy. And to smell the potent scent of you on his breath. 

“I think you just need someone who can fuck you like this. Treat you like a slut and fuck your tight, little hole. Just like you need.” He gritted out, continuing to pound up into your dripping heat that dribbled your arousal to the tile floor below. 

You couldn’t help the labored pants of breath as you nodded feverishly, your consciousness shutting down and your own body taking over. 

He let out a dark chuckle with a carnal grin, his abdomen feeling tight as his balls slapped against the underside of your ass, his release building. 

“God, you’re fucking adorable for thinking anyone else could fuck you like this,” he snarled.

Your high pitched whines and obscene moans had him gripping you that much tighter and chasing your high. 

“Oh, fuck, please!”

He could feel the sweat building at his forehead and chest as he pistoned his hips into your pretty pink, flushed, little pussy.

He ne-wanted you to come first. His ego demanded it. Demanded that he bend you to his will. 

His spine tingled at the feeling of your walls spasming around his dick at his brutal pace.

You shuddered at the feeling of his mouth near the soft cartilage of your ear, breathing caught in your throat.

“Please what, sweets? Use your words.” he growled. 

“Please, Please… make me cum.” 

A deep chested groan rumbled through his throat at your pathetic whine, “fuck, I’ll make you cum, sweets, I’ll make you cum,” he growled. 

Your body was wracked by tremors as he thrusted, channeling each ounce of strength in his body into pummeling your flushed cunt. 

He watched as your eyes clenched shut, eyebrows pinching together as your feather soft lips parted into a strangled moan that was much louder than the previous ones.

In a split second, he crashed his lips to yours, swallowing each sound of pleasure that escaped your body as he finally felt your walls choke his cock for all he was worth. Your breath mixed with his as your chest heaved, his hips still pistoning into your no doubt raw cunt. 

Oversensitivity wracked your body, making you cry out as his chest heaved and lips swallowed each cry and moan. Stars and galaxies flashed before your eyes as he kept his grip on your throat, chasing his high as your second one consumed you.  

You could feel with each thrust, how his cock throbbed against your slick, sensitive walls.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he grunted out, a gut punch groan resonating against the locker walls that encased you both. 

Your clit tingled at the feeling of his release painting your walls, squirming with each soft impact they landed against your delicate cervix.  

His head fell down to your shoulder as his chest heaved, breathing heavy. 

You felt as though your head was spinning as your breathing evened out, absentmindedly running your fingers along the pebbled chain of the dog tags that settled between his pecs on a soft bed of sparse, golden chest hair and freckles sparingly scattered across his chest.

Your fingers paused, retracting them to hold onto his shoulder as his breathing settled.

This arrangement was meant to get you both the most of freedom and of pleasure. 

Nothing more and nothing less. 

He placed a kiss along your neck. His soft touch almost made you sigh.  

Almost.

You let out a soft breath, eyes fluttering shut, basking in the moment of feeling him still inside you. His softening cock letting his release dribble around the seams of where his cock perfectly encased itself between your folds.  

His head rose up to meet your face, cheeks flushed and sensuous evergreen eyes that seemed to glow with a post high gaze.

“Meet same time tomorrow?”

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[kittykosmos]

GURL I'm so SHOCKED there are people who didnt recognize Killer-Laurents art is ai. Or AT LEAST suspicious. I scrolled back to where you said (2023) and i saw he uploaded art that looked like he drew it himself ( not bad but just very hobbyist type of art) , then the NEXT day he posted GOD TIER anime-looking renders at the level of a PROFESSIONAL. BSFR. ANNND he had commissions posted just a day apart, too!!! Like what???? Ive never known an artist that could produce that much art that quickly and to that level of render without their hands falling literally off. ALL while claiming to be amateur and still learning. HUHH? I scrolled his page and saw he also had some tracing allegations too. HON, when you trace for practice , as a growing amateur artist, you dont ever post it. And if you do, you say it outright. Its artist etiquette!!! 😭 when artists base things off well known art, it means they didnt trace it, its a homage. The original artist is always acknowledged but you can SEE with your EYES its not traced. When you do an art study TO PRACTICE, its copying 1:1. Artists also say it outright that its a study. But if you can line up the art , one over the other, and see the lines match up but the only thing changed is that its vampires now, that's not "BASED." off anything. It's traced. Bro was always cutting corners. And then not too long after Mister Killer Laurent got called out for giving others permission to use commission art for their own projects. I cant believe there were people defending him on that. Are those people OK???? ARE YOU HIS PR TEAM OR WHAT??? plus If you are not a commission artist pls dont put your opinion on those things cuz people that do commissions KNOW - for a fact - exclusive use goes to the person who paid for it to be made. Otherwise whats the point??? Im not gonna to pay for art to be made exclusively for me just to have EVERYONE and their mamas use it. So, yeah. The person who complained for what they paid for - was in the RIGHT. Cuz imagine buying a custom computer, having it and then the manufacturer gives some other person ACCESS to your computer because they made it and it would work well for the other client too. wtf. I guarantee youd be mad. OMG , im so sorry for the long rant. 😭😭😭 im just so done with this guy. 💔💔💔

@killer-laurent

Yes, I’ve noticed that he tends to post commissions and art during time windows that seem unusually close together. Even WIPs are often shared just before or a day prior to the completed render. Which is a remarkably short turnaround time if he's posting as he works, especially considering he’s juggling multiple commissions.

I tried to find examples of the rendering differences you mentioned, but it seems he’s been deleting a lot of his work from both Tumblr and Cara, mainly the completed pieces. For context, here’s what his Cara looked like when I noticed he had deleted the two drawings I referenced in my original post: ( he deleted one from Cara that is missing here. And one from Tumblr. Both pieces are not missing from Cara. ) March 17 2025

and then today ( April 4, 2025) :

But yes, these following pieces were posted just a day apart in January: ( The finished version in the center is gone from his blog )

There are these from march, also all just a day apart from eachother.

These following pieces are from earlier in the month. Again single days apart. (all these march artworks are gone from his tumblr minus the WIP.)

Maybe he finishes rendering before posting WIPS? Personally, I doubt it considering he captioned the January WIP with "I'm so excited to finish this print." and then, bam, the next day it was done. Again, it's such a short turnaround for work that detailed. Either way, the completed artworks are now wiped from his blog. Also, please note the jump in style and rendering detail. Especially, within works posted just a day from each other. I should mention, though, there’s nothing wrong with his personal art style. However, you can clearly see a difference between pieces that feel more organically created by him and others that look distinctly AI-generated or enhanced. I just find it so sad when an artist who very clearly can draw gives in to the machine.

On a side note, I fully agree that when you pay for a commissioned artwork, others shouldn’t be able to use it. Asking for exclusivity isn’t unreasonable - it’s something you should be able to expect. I’m glad he at least made that stipulation clear for his clients. I do wish he’d be as accommodating about the AI issue, but maybe that’s too much to ask.

Here are some screenshots of the asks related to this situation. The middle two asks regarding commissions specifically were removed from his tumblr. ( in the first screenshot you read the bottom ask first since it is the oldest.)