#also while messing with it i fucked up and the back wheel came off

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playing a very dangerous game today by working on doll faceups and working on my bikes chain issues at the same time

[sugurus-fave-monkey]

J e a l o u s y

Starring; Toji Fushiguro, Cult Leader!Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo & Reader

Cw: Smut, MDNI/18+,Swearing, AFAB reader. Slight plot, Mean: Toji, Gojo, Geto, Dirty Talking, Rough Sex, Oral (m & f receiving), DubCon, Breedinng kink, Exhibition, Degradation, Praise, Restraints, Collar & Leash, Murder, Blood, Overstimulation, P in V, Creampie, some AU(no curse for Toji)a whole lot of filth, not proofread, written on mobile.

WC: 5800 oops

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji knew that living with a younger woman would be a pain in the ass sometimes, but today you really had him pissed. Toji had claimed you as his girl, though not in a dating sense, more so in a fuck buddy sense, because he didn’t know if he was capable of maintaining an actual relationship. Plus the two of you lived together, so it was all the benefits of dating without having to actually date. Win-win.

Toji had been downstairs at the gym of the apartment building, when you had texted him saying that you were going to have a friend over, and apologizing in advance for being loud. Toji had thought nothing of it at the time, typical college girl stuff, having a girl friend over and being obscenely loud.

He had decided to spend a bit longer in the gym, doing a few extra sets, just to give you and your girl a bit of privacy. He thought nothing of it when some kid with weird bangs, and the rest of his hair in a bun that he had never seen before walked into the gym. The kid had asked Toji if he could spot him for a couple of sets, saying that a friend of his was visiting someone, and he didn’t want to be a third wheel. The two of them had conversed, mostly about gains, protein, and other gym bro things, before the kid asked Toji if he wanted to join him in the pool. Toji had politely declined, before excusing himself, and putting his headphones back on.

When he entered your shared apartment the gears in his brain started turning when he noticed a pair of men’s shoes beside yours. He took his headphones off and heard music coming from your room, and other noises, moans and grunts. Toji wasn’t stupid, it just took him a bit to figure out things. That kid he met was obviously friends with whoever was in your room.

Toji wanted to go back downstairs, pull that kid out of the pool by his stupid bun, and beat the shit out of him for letting his friend come and fuck his girl. But Toji also did not want an assault charge, so he cracked a beer, and sat on the couch. He could see your room, and he had patience.

A short while later he heard the music stop, and your door open. You came out of your room followed by a kid with white hair, whose appearance pissed Toji off. the kid was tall, lanky, and wearing sunglasses. Who the hell wears sunglasses inside. He wore a crooked smile as he noticed Toji.

“Oh shit, I guess your roommate’s home!” The kid smirked at you.

Your hair was dishevelled, your make up a mess as you glanced at Toji.

“Yeah. Toji this is Satoru, Satoru this is my roommate, Toji.” You mumbled.

Toji watched you say goodbye to Satoru, hugging him at the door. You tried to dart away but Toji grabbed you by the neck.

“Where d’ya think you’re going?” Toji asked.

“To shower?” You bit your lip.

“Nah, I think you need to be reminded whose girl you are.” Toji said as he started guiding you into his bedroom.

Toji pushed you down roughly onto his bed.

“Close your eyes.” he ordered.

You did so, and shortly felt the cool leather of a collar being wrapped around your neck. Toji yanked both your hands behind your back, securing them to the cuffs attached to the collar. You opened your eyes, and Toji was smirking down at you.

“So, my girl thinks she can just fuck whoever she likes huh?” Toji takes his shirt off, and you lick your lips at the sight. His beautiful muscles, glimmering under the LED lights in his room. “Better hope he stretched you out real good.”

Toji pulls his sweats down and your eyes widen. His cock was monstrous. His tip, angry and red, with precum dribbling is thick. He usually needed to make you cum at least once and use lube just to get inside you. His length was just as mean, veiny and a curve that could send you into overdrive.

Toji pushes you onto your back, and spreads your legs, palming his cock a few times before lining himself up at your entrance, and pushing slightly. It feels like you’re ripping.

“Nngh Toji! It won’t fit!” You protest.

“Tch.” Toji pulls back a little bit before leaning his head over yours. “Open your mouth.”

You do so and he gathers saliva in his mouth, before spitting it into your awaiting mouth. You feel yourself become more aroused, and swallow his spit while looking him dead in the eyes.

“Good girl.” Toji says while grabbing the bottle of lube off his dresser, before smearing it over your entrance, and around his cock.

He lines himself up once again, pushing into you. You yelp and clench your fists behind your back, sweat coating your face.

“Mmm fuck mama, you’re takin’ it so good.” Toji’s tongue is between his teeth as he slowly pushes himself into you, your walls enveloping him. “That little boy couldn’t even make you cum huh?”

The pain and pleasure of Toji stretching you out mingle together. A moan escapes your lips. Toji slaps you in the face, and wraps his fingers around your throat.

“I asked you a question, slut.” Toji asks through gritted teeth. “He didn’t make you cum did he?”

“N-no daddy! He didn’t!”

Toji slams into you, bottoming out. “Then. Why. Would. You. Bother?” Thrusting into you with every word.

Tears spill out of your eyes, your mouth is open as Toji drills into you. His thumb finds your clit and starts circling it. You thrust your hips upwards, chasing your high. Your stomach flutters, and your cheeks grow hot.

“You wanna cum huh? Such a greedy girl. Fuckin’ cum all over this cock then girl.” Toji groans out.

“F-fuuuuuck! Daaaaadddyyyy!” You practically scream out, as your orgasm racks through your body. Your muscles tighten, your vision goes white, as pleasure consumes you. Your walls clench around Toji’s dick, as he fucks you through your orgasm.

When it subsides, and you’re twitching, and panting, Toji pulls out and flips you over. He pulls your hips up, so you’re arching your back, and grabs the leash of your collar with his free hand. He gives you no time to adjust, before he’s bullying his cock back into you.

He pulls on your leash, forcing your head up, and drool spills out of your mouth. You’re so fucked out already, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, stars clouding your vision.

Toji sends his hand flying towards your ass, leaving a mark, his pace quickens.

“F-fuuuuck daddy, slow down!” You groan. “M’gonna cum.”

Instead of slowing down, Toji somehow speeds up, spearing you on his cock. “Yeah? Gonna cum again pretty girl?”

Toji’s words send you into overdrive, and you squirt all over him. Your legs are shaking, your arms are burning from being restrained, but you wish you could stay like this forever. Being fucking into oblivion by Toji’s cock. But you can tell he’s getting close to his peak. His muscles are contracting, his thrusts are getting sloppier, he’s grunting and groaning.

“Fuck mama, M’gonna cum inside you. Fill you up. Put a baby in you. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” Toji moans as his seed shoots into you, painting your walls and kissing your womb.

Toji pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you, before finally letting you out of your restraints. Your senses slowly start to come back to you.

“So, I’m actually your girl huh?” You ask.

“Guess so. If it means you ain’t gonna be fucking that idiot again, then you’re my girl.” Toji replies before grabbing a towel, and heading to the bathroom. “Y’gonna join me?”

“Yeah just a minute.” You call back, before pulling your phone out. You open up your texts with Satoru, and type out a message.

-Your plan worked! You’re honestly the best! And tell Suguru he’s the best boyfriend ever for letting you pretend to fuck me.-

*******

Suguru Geto:

Geto regarded all of his followers in the same manner, monkeys. But they all served a purpose, so he allowed most of them to live. Piss him off though, and he would have you killed. All of them were interchangeable, he could kill all of them, only to have a new group flock in the next day.

You, however were different. Geto had found you, sheltering yourself from a rainstorm close to his dwelling. He had offered you a deal, shelter indefinitely, so long as you were either useful, or willing to follow his principles. You had agreed, and while you got settled, Geto manifested a Surveillance Curse, sending it into your room. You had managed to incapacitate it, meaning you had cursed energy, which meant you could be of slight use to him.

Geto would never admit it, but he was enthralled by you, the way you looked at him with admiration, the way you were always the first one in when he called everyone to come listen to a speech. The way his eyes would zero in on you.

So when you were absent from his preachings for a few days in a row, he found himself growing concerned. He sent one of the monkeys to find you, and see what was wrong. When that follower reported their findings, Geto executed them on the spot.

The monkey had followed you around the facility, until he watched you enter another followers chambers. He had watched through a slight opening in the curtain, as you shed your clothes and gave yourself to that other man.

Geto was furious. After all, you should be entirely devoted to him, allowing no other to have you in that manner. He was the one in charge, and to be disrespected by someone he allowed to grovel before him, who was beneath him, almost shattered his facade. Rather than succumbing to the anger, he pushed it aside, he would have to teach you what happens when your loyalty slips.

The next day Geto ensured you would be present, by having a different monkey go to your chambers and escort you. You took your usual seat, front row, but refused to even look at Geto. You were nervous and rightfully so. When the rest of his followers piled in he addressed the crowd.

“Hello everyone.” Geto began, a fake smile plastered on his face. “Today you shall witness a special performance.” Geto stood up and pointed at you. “Would you be so kind as to come up to the stage?”

Your stomach flipped, anxiety coursing throughout your body. You gulped. “Me?” You squeaked out.

“Yes, you.” Geto dialed up the warmth in his voice. “Come onto the stage.”

Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to not go up there. But what else could you do? You knew if you ran, Geto would catch you, and kill you right then and there. Your legs shake as you stand up, time seeming to stand still as you take a step.

Geto’s lips curl as he sees the fear on your face, the sheen of sweat coating your body as you unsteadily step towards him. His eyes zeroing in on yours, like a predator, ready to pounce on their prey.

When you’re finally on the stage, Geto cups your chin with one of his large hands, forcing you to look up at him. He smiles down at you, but his eyes have malicious intent behind them. The hairs on your arm stand on end. Geto uses his hand to guide your gaze to the crowd, when you notice the man you had been sleeping with in the middle of the crowd, being held in place by two bigger men. You gasp when Geto jerks your head back towards him, and presses his lips against your ear.

“I hope you’re not shy in front of a crowd. Gotta show everyone what happens when they can’t keep control of their dicks. I’m not going to hurt you though.” Geto whispers, before pulling away and addressing his followers.

“Do I not provide for you? Have I not cured you of your ailments, your sicknesses? And yet, it seems that one of you displays no loyalty. No gratitude for what I have done for him. He must think of me as below him, inferior to him. Why else would he take what’s not his? You all serve me, you all belong to me, and you’re all mine to use as I please.” Geto’s voice is low, all the cheer drained from it.

He tosses the mic down to the floor, his body towering over yours.

“Strip.” That singular word. Your body felt like a shock ran through it. There was no way Geto was serious. This had to be some sort of joke. You couldn’t move.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Geto warned.

Your hands shook as you began undressing yourself, the robes you wore falling into a pool at your feet. You unclasp your bra and shrug it off your shoulders, using an arm to cover your nipples. You inhale harshly as Geto pulls your arm away from your body, the cool air making your nipples erect. Your lip trembles as you pull your panties down, exposing yourself to the hungry eyes of Geto’s followers. Your thighs close on instinct, and you close your eyes, willing this to be a dream.

“Open your legs.” Geto commands, his focus solely on you. You do so, and Geto uses a finger to swipe at your entrance. “Look at you, you’re already dripping, pathetic.”

Geto pushes his finger into your mouth, never breaking eye contact with you. A shiver runs down your spine at the intrusion, but you also feel aroused. Being in front of all of these people, while Geto invaded your body, just did something to you. You decide to suck on his finger, and he smirks at you.

He pulls his finger out of your mouth and stands behind you, before slapping your ass. He snaps a finger, and two followers bring out a chair. Geto sits down, and pulls you onto his lap.

“You ready to put on a show?” Geto whispers in your ear, and you can’t help to bite your lip and nod.

Geto uses a hand to lift your hips up, while he pulls his dick out, and slowly lowers you onto it. A moan spills out of your lips as he fills you up. Fuck he’s so thick, you’re so full already and he’s not even halfway inside. His fingers snake around your throat, as he tips your head back, as he pushes the rest of his length into you.

“Mmm fuck Geto, y’so big.” You moan out. Your eyes trail over the crowd. Every single one of them has lust in their eyes, they look so hungry. The men wishing they were the ones fucking you, the women cursing you for getting what they always desired.

Geto bounces you on his dick, causing your head to reel. You had always fantasized about fucking him, touching yourself to the thoughts. You never imagined you’d actually get the opportunity, so you had settled with the first guy to pay you attention. You had needs after all, but fuck, you were sure you’d never want to fuck anyone else as long as you lived.

“Fuck you’re so tight, you’re taking me so good.” Geto grunts in your ear, before nibbling on it. Your hand shoots down to your clit, rubbing circles around it. Geto slams into you, pulling moans from your throat as you work at your bud. Your stomach begins to coil, you’re so fucking close. A sheen of sweat is coating your body, your eyes are half lidded, you’re already feeling fucked out.

“Uhnnn, G-Geto, m’gonna cum, fuck don’t stop.” You whimper, as stars cloud your vision. You clutch onto Geto’s robes as your orgasm ravages you. Your mouth is open in an O, and you fucking squirt, soaking Geto’s pants and spraying the crowd.

“Fucking good girl!” Geto squeezes your throat as he fucks you through your orgasm, feeling his own approaching. He finally got to fuck you, and put his followers in their place. Before he loses all sense a rationality he summons a cursed spirit, and targets the man who had the courage to sleep with you.

Blood splatters onto both of you. And that sends Geto into overdrive, his hips rutting into you, as his orgasm courses through him. You feel his dick pulsing as his cum shoots into you, thick ropes, coating your walls.

You haven’t even come down yet, before Geto pulls you off his dick, grabs your hair and pushes your face into the pile of your fluids.

“Clean up your mess, monkey.” And you do so, licking up both of your fluids. When you’re done, Geto snakes his arm around your waist. “You’ll be staying in my chambers now, and I’ll have you whenever I desire.”

“If anyone of you chooses to be disloyal, the same fate will await you. Dismissed.” Geto addresses the crowd one last time, before exiting the stage with you in tow.

*********

Satoru Gojo:

Satoru Gojo was very lonely, after all his girlfriend and his best friend had been assigned a mission together, and he was stuck at Jujutsu Tech by himself. There was absolutely no reason why he couldn’t have gone with the two of you, which he made sure to whine about.

“No fair, why do you two get to go out of country and I don’t.” He had groaned.

“It’s a surveying mission, Satoru. We need to be stealthy.” Suguru had explained.

“Okay, and? What’s your point?” Satoru had pouted.

“You’re not exactly the quietest, or sneakiest person. The minute we’d find our objective, you’d come barrelling in with-“ you had mimicked his hand signs. “Blue”

Both you and Suguru had started laughing your asses off right then, and Satoru couldn’t help but join in.

But now, he was bored, bored , b-o-r-e-d. And he figured that now was as good a time as any to use one of his handy techniques; teleportation. He had badgered Suguru, until he had informed him of where exactly they were going, with a “What if something happens to you two?” So he knew exactly where he was going.

He figured he would surprise the two of you, maybe go out shopping, and he could even help the two of you finish the mission faster.

It didn’t take long for him to arrive at the location, which was not what he was expecting. There were a ton of dilapidated old buildings, and there was a ton of residuals, both human and curse alike. Satoru frowned before setting out to follow your residuals, and he noticed the two of you, before you noticed him.

Satoru couldn’t explain what made him duck at the side of a building and watch the two of you, but now he was pissed.

Satoru saw the two of you fending off a Cursed Spirit, you were distracting it, while Suguru had begun to manipulate it. Satoru watched as his best friend collapsed the curse into itself, making it take the shape of a ball. He watched as you cheered him on. He watched as Suguru swallowed the curse in one go, and your eyes lit up, and you gushed at how great it is he can swallow curses. He watched as Suguru put his arm over your shoulders and the two of you walked away. He could hear you still ecstatic about how great Geto was at swallowing.

Satoru put a plan in motion at that very moment, and decided to wait a few hours to enact it. He didn’t know which he was more hurt by; the blatant lie involving the mission, you swooning over his best friend, or the way Suguru just draped his arm over you.

~~~~

You had just finished in the shower, and decided to get comfy for the night, the mission for today was finished, Suguru was resting in his hotel room, and you planned to order room service. You wrapped yourself in the satin robe the hotel had provided. You were about to flop down on the bed, when you heard a knock at the door.

Figuring it was probably Suguru, you got up and unlocked the door, without even looking through the peep hole. You swung it open to be met by… your boyfriend? What was he doing here?

“Satoru?! What- how?” You babbled, eyes widening.

Satoru said nothing as he pushed the door open and stepped in, before searching your hotel room for something. You cocked an eyebrow while watching him in silence.

“What’s going on?! Is everything okay? What are you looking for?” You ask.

Satoru stands before you, glaring at you, his eyes seemingly filled with anger. He takes you in, seeing the worried expression, the way you chew your lip.

“Kneel.” Satoru commands.

“I-what? Kneel?” You sputter out, your cheeks growing hot.

Satoru grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you down until you kneel. “I said kneel.”

You were still totally confused as to why Satoru showed up, but the way he was acting right now had you nervous, but kind of turned on. The two of you usually had sex at least once daily, and you had been on this mission for two and a half weeks now.

You looked up at Satoru through your eyelashes and he smirked at you. He took your hand in his, pulling it towards his crotch, forcing you to feel his erection. He pulled the waistband of his sweats down, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants.

“Open your mouth.” Satoru orders, and when you do, he pushes his cock into your mouth, giving you no time to adjust as he starts thrusting. “Mmm fuck, that’s my good girl, swallowing my cock.”

Satoru’s dirty talk always had you practically creaming, you squeeze your thighs together and moan around his cock, as you suck, using your tongue to increase his pleasure.

His hold on your hair tightens, keeping you in place so he is fully in control. Fuck your mouth made him practically delirious, the way you devoured him as though he was your last meal. When you bring your hand up to stroke him, he bats it away. “Nuh-uh. Just your mouth, see if you can handle swallowing all of me.”

As he says that, he pushes himself deeper, past your uvula. You gag, and your mouth waters, as his cock slides down your throat. Your eyes are watering, but you know you can take him. You look up at him to find him glaring down at you, his lip curled.

Satoru pulls out, before snapping his hips forward, fucking into your throat. He lets a groan escape, furrowing his brows. He wraps his free hand around your throat, feeling how it bulges as he throat fucks you.

He slows it down, only to bully his cock impossibly further down your throat. You’re light headed, his dick cutting off oxygen, and his hand wrapped around your throat making it even worse.

He pulls out of your throat, allowing you a moment to catch your breath, before ramming his length right back down your throat. “Mmmmmph.” You groan against his cock as tears spill out of your eyes.

“Aw what’s wrong Princess?” Satoru coos. “Thought ya liked swallowing. Or is that only when Suguru does it, hmm?”

Your blood runs cold, and your eyes widen.

“F-fuck.” Satoru moans, while continuing to abuse your throat. “Y-yeah, I saw you two. Fuckin’ lucky that y’make me feel s’good.”

You couldn’t even explain the truth. How Suguru needed you to support him after your battle. That’s the only reason he had his arm around you. How after seeing the face of disgust he made, you tried to distract him by telling him how cool it was that he could swallow curses. You tried to pull away, hoping to explain, but Satoru held you in place. Tears flowed down your face.

“You cryin’? That’s rich. Think you’re real smooth huh? Like I wouldn’t have seen it with my six eyes. Just means, I gotta f-fuck, remind you who you belong to.” Satoru growls out.

Again, your thighs grind together, you’re so desperate for stimulation. You shove your fingers between your legs, rubbing at your clit before Satoru pulls your hand away, smirking.

“Nah, you don’t deserve to touch yourself. If ya wanna cum y’better make sure to swallow all my cum.” Satoru’s thrusts become sloppy, he feels his balls clench, and he bottoms out, pushing his cock as far as it will go, before sloppily humping against your face.

“Ahn ah, fuck.” Satoru hisses as he feels his balls release. “Fuck take it all, fuckin don’t waste a single drop.”

His release fills up your throat as he pulls out, somehow spilling more into your mouth. You swallow, and instantly start coughing and sputtering. Air fills your lungs, and you inhale and exhale deeply.

Satoru stuffs his dick back into his pants, before grabbing your phone and firing off a text.

“S-Satoru, what are you doing?” You whisper, your throat to raw to properly speak.

“Told Suguru to come over. Think I need to teach him a lesson too. And see if his swallowing is worth the hype.” Satoru says as he ruffles your hair. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum.”

You feel yourself dripping, your hole clenching around nothing, as you hear a knock at the door.

*********

Choso Kamo:

Choso had wanted to help you train but the fact is: he is not good at training people. He just lacks the finesse to take what he’s doing and slow it down for you.

You were a curse user, part of Geto’s group, you had participated in the Night Parade of 100 Demons, and had found Geto shortly afterwards. You hadn’t questioned how he was still alive, assuming the stitches were from healing himself up. You met Choso right after he gained a body, and seemingly formed a bond. After Choso had exposed Geto as a fake, you immediately turned on Geto, allying yourself with Choso.

Choso glances over to where Noritoshi is guiding you, and instantly starts to feel annoyed. Surely you could move your body on your own? Why were his hands all over you? What was so funny that you were giggling over?

Choso huffs out a sigh, before turning away from you and Noritoshi, figuring he may as well train also. He was sure of his abilities but it didn’t hurt to improve them, and he could also use that as an opportunity to get his frustrations out.

After a while of training, and continuing to ruminate, he decides enough is enough. He had talked to Yuji about how you made him feel, and Yuji had told him he probably has feelings for you. Yuji had then sat Choso down and made him sit through several romance movies. After that he had directed him to Hakari, for additional knowledge, because Yuji “hasn’t really done that stuff”.

Choso made his way to the door of your quarters quickly, and knocked softly on the door. You pulled the door open, and beamed up at him before pulling him into a hug and inviting him in.

Choso could smell your perfume on you, the aroma getting to his head. He was so captivated by every part of you. You were wearing a very small pair of shorts and a crop top, both of which hugged your curves. He was almost salivating.

“What’s up Choso?” You asked him with a smile.

Choso didn’t speak, instead he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. His lips crashed against yours, and for a brief moment you were still, before opening your mouth, allowing Choso’s tongue free rein of your mouth. You moan into his mouth, as his tongue explores. When you suck on his tongue, he groans, and his hips thrust against you, grinding his erection against your thighs.

Choso breaks the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, and trails his lips down to your neck. He’s sloppy, biting down and sucking, licking, all while whining, fucking whining, because he wants all of you, all at once, forever. He pulls up your crop top, exposing your plush breasts, and pulls away to admire them.

His mouth actually salivates. “C-can I?”

“Sure.” You giggle, your cheeks growing warm. You allow Choso to guide you to your bed, and he sinks down beside you.

Choso feels light headed as he takes a nipple into his mouth. Fuck, your skin tasted so sweet. He feels you grab onto his hair as you let out a moan when he nips gently at the bud. He can’t help but to roll his eyes back into his head, as he squeezes your other breast with his hand. He releases your nipple from his mouth and bites down on your shoulder, and when your blood enters his mouth, he loses all sense of rationality.

He pushes you down on the bed, pulling off your shorts, trailing bites all the way down from your shoulder to your waist, before sitting on his knees on the floor. He grabs your thighs, pulling your heat towards his mouth, and spreading your legs.

He slowly licks at your entrance, causing you to arch your back, and his mouth waters at the taste. He uses a hand to spread your folds open, before plunging his tongue inside of you. You both moan at the same time, Choso grinding his hips against the bed frame. He’s sloppy as he fucks you with his tongue, his saliva mixing with your slick. His free hand comes up to play with your nipple.

Your hands are wrapped in his hair, as you allow pleasure to wrack through you. “Nngh, fuck Choso, feels so good.”

The praise goes right to his head, and his dick, somehow making him even harder. He pulls his tongue out of your cunt, and brings it to your clit, licking it slowly, almost teasingly. Your moans fill the room. Choso pulls his dick out, and starts stroking it slowly.

“P-please, faster Cho.” You groan.

Choso obliges, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, swirling it around, until he presses his tongue flat against it and starts moving his head up and down, left and right.

You’re so close, your hips matching Choso’s movements as you grind on his face. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt an orgasm like this coming on.

“Oh fuck- fuckfuckfuck, Choso, fuck!” Your mind goes blank as you cum on Choso’s tongue. Your body twitches, your hole clenches around nothing, and you pull Choso by the hair. Your thighs try to close, but Choso is using his hands to keep them open. A few tears fall from your eyes due to the intensity of your orgasm.

Choso keeps eating you out, he doesn’t even need to touch himself at this point. He practically slurps down your orgasm. He takes a hand off your thighs, and bring it towards you entrance. He pushes one finger in, relishing how your warmth sucks him in. He whines again, he can’t wait to feel your walls against his aching cock. He adds a second finger, curling them inside you, hitting your g-spot. His other hand is pressed on your belly, and he can feel his fingers inside you. He loves the way your muscles clench around his fingers, as he probes you.

He pulls his face away from you, replacing his tongue with his thumb, moving it up and down, and in circles over your clit. He watches your face contort, your eyes squeeze shut, your hands now grasping onto the blanket.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Choso remarks. “I need you to cum again for me.”

Choso’s hand fucks into you skillfully, pulling his fingers out a little bit, before pushing them back in and repeatedly curling them. His pace on your clit is perfect, and goosebumps prick your skin as you approach another orgasm.

“D-don’t stop.” You cry out as pure pleasure shoots through you. Your toes curl, your hips thrust upwards, your whole body spasms, your eyes roll back into your head. You feel Choso’s lips meet yours and open your mouth. You taste yourself on him as his tongue fucks in and out of your mouth.

When he pulls away, you open your eyes, and watch as he palms his cock. Your mouth waters, his dick is absolutely perfect, pale, veiny, and his tip is absolutely oozing pre cum.

Choso lines himself up, and as he pushes into you it takes everything in his being to not cum right then and there. He pulls out, and pushes back in, fucking you slowly, savouring the feeling, he bites on his lower lip, while watching himself slowly fuck you. He brings his thumb to your clit, swirling it over your bud.

“Nngh! Cho I-I can’t cum again. S’too many.” You’re so sensitive right now, overstimulation hitting you hard.

“Fuck yes, y-you can babe. N-need you to cum all over me. Please.” Choso begs, and fuck maybe you could cum again.

You allow your body to relax, your brain to shut down, but something feels weird, like a sort of pressure.

“F-feels weird Cho I-“

Choso bottoms out and fucks into you roughly, increasing the strength of his thrusts. It feels like something inside you snaps, and you squirt all over Choso. You’d never done that before, and feel slightly embarrassed but Choso is loving it.

“Oh fuck, yeah cum all over me.” Choso feels himself ready to burst. His dick contracts, and oh my god, the feeling of cumming inside you was too much. “M’cumming inside you. Oh fuck I need you, fuck I love you, fuck please please don’t ever leave me.”

You milk him for every single drop that he’s got, and when he stops thrusting you wrap your arms around him, pulling his chest over your body, and kissing him sweetly. You’re both panting as you come down. When you’re finally coherent enough to speak, you cup his face in your hands.

“I won’t ever leave you,” you whisper. “I love you too.”

[houseofperfecttaste]

Old Habits

WARNINGS: SMUT

You and Rafe Cameron were fuck buddies for a long time but you broke it off once you started catching feelings for him. You both made it clear that neither of you wanted a relationship and no strings attached. You knew that Rafe wouldn't date you he doesn't date he's a multiple-girl man. But you didn't know that Rafe didn't talk to any girls after the first time you guys had sex. There was something about you that made him only want you and he didn't want to share you with anyone else. He didn't have to worry about that after he looked through your phone one day while you fell asleep after a session. You were texting no other guys except for him. He knew he could get you to fall for him and have you all to his self.

That's why he found it strange when he saw you at dinner with one of his friends. He become jealous, you were his and only his. That guy wasn't good enough for you, he couldn't provide for you. He let it go knowing it probably wouldn't go past a few dates but he still kept a close eye on you.

He was watching tv in his room when all of a sudden his phone vibrated next to him. He picked it up the text shocking him. 'We can't see each other anymore Rafe, I wish you the best.' He sat up in his bed his throat becoming dry. 'What? Why?' He started chewing on his nails waiting for your response but it never came. He threw his shoes on deciding to drive over to your house. He was a few houses down when he saw Tyler opening his door for you and kissing you before you got in.

Rafe swallowed licking his lips and turning around heading back home punching his steering wheel. That was the last time he ever talked to you but definitely not the last time he saw you. He saw you every time he went to the dining hall to grab dinner, your classes were next to each other, you went to the gym roughly at the same time and you acted like he didn't exist which killed him. He tried talking to you at the dining hall once but Tyler came out of no where stopping him.

"Look Rafe I know we're friends and all but I don't want you talking to her and vice versa she told me that you guys used to mess around. It just makes me uncomfortable." Rafe's tongue darted out of his mouth wetting his lips and he watched as you walked away before looking back down at Tyler and walking away himself.

You weren't oblivious to Rafe, you sneaked a few glances at him, images of his naked toned body on top of yours but you had to quickly shake them out of your head. You and Tyler's relationship started out amazing he was such the perfect gentleman but a year later he was the worst boyfriend in the world. He abandons you for his friends, stands you up on your dates, ignores you when you are together, and he hasn't touched you in weeks.

So you can't help when images of Rafe pop into your head. He always knew how to treat you so good and you would be lying if you said you didn't miss his cock.

Tyler luckily let you go to Rafes end of summer party only because he was also going. You got dressed in a simple pair of shorts and a tight blue cropped tank. You met up with some of your friends in the living room taking a few hits of their bong. You looked up to see Rafe watching you from across the room practically undressing you with his eyes. You tightened your bra straps to push your tits more together while hitting the bong knowing Rafe was watching you.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." You yelled to your friends heading over to the bathroom on the first floor it was occupied so you headed upstairs and that bathroom was occupied as well. You sighed heading over to one of the spare bedrooms that had a connected bathroom. You opened the door to be met with some girl riding your boyfriend. You snickered closing the door and heading down the stairs to find Rafe.

"Hi, Rafe." You said standing behind him smiling and waiting for him to turn around. He thought he was going crazy when he heard your voice and he turned slowly to see you standing there looking as beautiful as ever. "Hey Y/N, Tyler letting you talk to me?" He teased leaning against the counter and you chuckled a smile spreading on your lips as you nodded. "Nope, but I was wondering if you wanted to fuck me?" Rafe spits out his drink almost choking on it looking at you with a bewildered expression. "W-What?" He must've heard you wrong he thinks.

"Wanna fuck me like old times?" You placed a hand on his bicep squeezing it before it was ripped off by your cheating boyfriend who didn't even bother to fix his hair or shirt. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He was fuming. His face was red and his jaw clenched your wrist in his tight grasp. Rafe grabbed Tyler's hand yanking it off your wrist pissing him off even more. "Since you wanna fuck some girl I'm gonna fuck Rafe. He was always better than you anyway." You shrugged grabbing Rafe's hand and leading him up to his room. He had a proud smirk on his face as he looked at Tyler who was beyond pissed watching you guys go up to his room.

He closed the door his hand staying on the doorknob for a few seconds looking at the door thinking this was all just a thing to piss off Tyler. "Were you being serious about-" He turned around stopping mid-sentence as he saw you in your bra and underwear. "Holy fuck." His eyes scanned your body missing the view incredibly. You swayed your hips as you walked towards him wrapping your arms around his neck. "I want you to fuck me rough Rafe, asshole hasn't touched me in two weeks." He pouted cutely his hand going to rub you through your panties.

"Well, I thank him because now I get to fucking touch you again." He pulled you in for a passionate kiss letting you know he missed you just by how hot and sweet the kiss was. "Lay on the bed baby." He instructed letting you get comfortable on his bed adjusting the pillows like how you used to. "Missed this fucking pussy so much. Gonna taste so good." He practically moaned pulling your panties to the side and spreading your folds before licking a long stripe up your pussy.

"Raaafe." You moaned grabbing his hair and he wrapped his lips around your clit sucking on it making your back arch and your body squirm. He flicked his tongue over your clit making you cry out his name. "Fuck Rafe, I've missed you." You gasped when he trusted his middle finger into you smiling at you as he moved to hover over you. "I've missed you too." He ducked his head down to kiss your neck leaving hickeys all over your neck claiming you as his.

"I'm gonna make you cum every way." He moved back down between your legs grabbing your thighs and his tongue worked on your clit sucking on it as well. Your legs began to shake and he gripped your thighs tighter holding you close to his face. You tugged on his hair trying to pull his face away the pleasure becoming too much but he pinned your arms down at your side looking up at you with a glare in his eyes.

"I-I'm gonna cum, Rafe." You squealed as you came all over his tongue and he pulled away slightly to watch the cum drip from your pussy. "So sexy. So delicious." He licked up the cum dripping out of you and licked you dry before sitting up, his chin and mouth glistening with your juices. "You're so fucking hot." You moaned getting on your knees and pulling him into a kiss moaning at the taste of yourself. "I taste so good daddy." You moaned quietly and his eyes darkened as he brought his hands up to pinch your nipples making you moan.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He laid you back down his hands roaming all over your body not missing an inch. "Rafe please." You begged opening your legs wider wanting his cock inside of you again. "Shhh, daddy's going to take good care of you." His fingers teased your clit and entrance enjoying the way you squirm. He slipped his finger inside of you pumping it in and out at a fast pace. You closed your eyes gripping the comforter. "Look at me." He gripped your chin making your eyes shoot open.

He pushed in another finger curling them inside of you and using his thumb to rub your clit. He leaned down to kiss your nipples taking them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hard bud. "Cum baby. Make a mess on my fingers." He groaned feeling you clench around his fingers. A few more pumps of his fingers sent you over the edge and you exploded on his fingers coating them in white. He kept eye contact with you as he brought his fingers to his mouth sucking your cum off.

The sight incredibly turned you on and you pushed him down by his chest taking his cock out of his pants and licking the tip making him shudder. You gripped his cock firmly taking the tip in your mouth before going down more to take all of his cock. His hips thrust into your mouth making you gag on his cock but still continue bobbing your head up and down his shaft. "Missed your lips on my cock." He moaned grabbing your hair and fucking your face.

You smiled up at him and he almost came in your mouth you were so beautiful and Rafe never wanted this to end. You squeezed his balls making his grip on your hair tighter. "Wanna cum in my mouth, face, or tits?" You stroked his cock as you kissed up his body and goosebumps rose on his body. "Fuck baby everywhere." You giggled going back down to suck his cock and you knew he was close. When he started to cum you jerked him off into your mouth before pulling away and jerking him onto your tits.

You took your finger swiping it through his cum before sucking it off and he flipped you two over slapping his tip on your clit. "Fuck me, daddy." You whined lifting your hips and he teased your entrance with his red tip before slowly pushing into you and stretching you out. "Feels so good." He moaned his muscled arms keeping him up as he thrusts into you making you scream out at the feeling of being full.

He wrapped his hand around your throat slamming into you relentlessly his cock hitting your cervix making you cry out and cling to him. He grabbed one of your hips as he continued pounding in and out of you watching as your tits bounced with every thrust and how your mouth hung open in pleasure. "Feel good baby?" You looked up at him with sex eyes as you nodded frantically pulling him closer to you. "Who do you belong to?" He asked leaving more marks on you. "You Rafe." "I never should've let you go." He moaned holding you close to his chest as he continued fucking you.

He kissed you on your forehead as moans left your lips religiously and your legs started to shake feeling your orgasm approaching. He grabbed your legs placing them on his shoulders allowing himself to hit a new angle. He grabbed your tits as he admired you. Your eyes were rolling mouth and your mouth was open as profanities and moans escaped. Rafe spit in your mouth making you moan in surprise and you swallowed it happily reaching up to hold his face and kiss him.

Rafe breathed out as he felt his own orgasm approaching and he grabbed your hips thrusting into you a few more times before letting himself go inside of you. You helped him ride out his high and he rolled off of you laying next to you both of you panting like crazy. "Wow, that was more amazing than I remember." Rafe laughed propping himself up on his elbow to look at you and rub his hand over your stomach.

"We should get back down to the party." You sat up getting dressed as he did the same. He walked over to you pushing your hair behind your shoulders to see the hickeys on your neck. "You're mine." He placed his hand on your throat squeezing it and kissing you shoving his tongue inside your mouth. He pulled away grabbing your hand and leading you out of his room making sure Tyler saw.

[asskickedbygirl]

I have no idea if requests are open but… perhaps a sub!Knoxville for the New Year?? Love your writing 😍

In Charge

[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Johnny has been trailing you around at work all day, desperate for your touch. You deal with him when you finally get home

A/n: Sorry for being so late... anyways my return fic its been like what? two weeks? Also ty anon! happy very belated new year to you too!

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, edging, oral (F!Receiving) , sub/dom dynamics

2.2k words 

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“I need you” Johnny whispered in your ear, taking your hand and bringing it down to feel his crotch before you tore it away.

“I’m working PJ.” You placed your headset back over your ears, pretending you had something so much more important do to, stomping off to find Jeff.

Sure you could’ve taken a quick break to help your boyfriend out but what was the fun in that when you could see him all whiny and desperate for your touch for the whole day? Every time he spotted you alone, scanning over your clipboard and talking to various crew members about production issues he’d hobble over like a lost puppy, pleading with you to suck him off or to let him fuck you in his trailer. It was like when he got horny he turned into a whimpering mess, like a teenager who hadn’t jerked off in weeks. Despite his compulsive pleading you’d never give in, only working him up until you could deal with him when you got home.

“PJ if you don't stop coming over here and begging me to fuck you you’re getting nothing when we get back. Do you understand?”

Johnny looked down at his shoes shamefully.

“I’m harder than Portland cement sweetheart. What am I meant to do?”

You looked around to make sure no one was paying you mind before tugging Johnny’s chin up to face you, angry look in your eyes. 

“Don’t come til I can deal with you then, since you want me so bad.”

Johnny groaned, realising he really had pulled the short end of the straw but you were off again before he could verbally protest/throw a toddler-like tantrum. Sex with you made him eager for it whenever he possibly could, something that became a blessing and a curse. 

It was a long day of shooting after that ultimatum, Johnny screwing up the simplest lines when his mind was clouded, whether his hard-on had subsided or not. You revelled in watching him get all flustered and frustrated, knowing it was your doing though the cast and crew were not too thrilled about the extra time spent reshooting over and over.

Eventually the end of the day came and Johnny practically ran three red lights trying to beat the traffic, his grip on the wheel tightening as he shot you nervous side glances, trying to determine what he was in for. Your expression remained stone cold, eyes fixed on the road ahead, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. 

Once you arrived at the house and made your way to your bedroom, you instructed Johnny to sit on the bed as you sat on the armchair in the corner, crossing one leg over the other.

“Aren’t you gonna come over here?” He asked, brows knitting together in desperation. 

“Take your clothes off.” is all you responded with, leaning back and getting comfortable while your boyfriend stripped off until he was completely bare, appearing a little abashed.

“Am I the only one getting naked tonight?” 

You bit back a grin.

“Maybe later, have to see if you’re good first.” 

Johnny sighed, leaning back on his arms as he awaited your input.

“You can touch yourself.” 

His brow quirked before he spat on his hand and reached down to pump his already hardening cock slowly, eyes locking into yours with deep-set lust. You admired him as he pleasured himself, thumb swiping over his tip just how you would. 

“Wish it was your hand. Or your tongue.” He spoke lowly, never ceasing eye contact.

“Too bad you were nagging me all day. Maybe if you weren't so desperate it would be me making you feel good.” 

Johnny shook his head at your snarky reply, hand beginning to pick its pace up. 

“So what's the punishment here, I jerk off in front of you while you squeeze your thighs together?” 

Nothing slipped past that man. You rolled your eyes, hands finding themselves tugging your shirt off, your bra remaining on. 

“Well that's something to work with.” Johnny bit his lip, jacking off even quicker at the sight of you a little less clothed. 

You could tell by the way his breath hitched and the pumps became erratic that he was close.

“Don’t come.” 

“What?” Johnny croaked out, panting.

“I said.” You leaned forward and reached around your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall off your chest, 

“Don't come.”

Johnny’s face fell as soon as he realised what you meant.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he worked himself to the edge before pulling his hand away, squeezing his eyes tightly while feeling the orgasm die away. 

“Good boy.”

“Don’t.”

You giggled, that was never a nickname Johnny appreciated. 

“You’re such a bitch you know that?” 

“Awww but you love me.” You fake pouted.

Johnny rolled his eyes, leaning back on his arms.

“I’d love you a little more if you’d help me out.” He nodded down to his erection, red and angry, a pleading look in his eye. You smirked before unbuttoning your pants and shimmying them off, Johnny catching an excited grin. He bit his lip and appeared as smug as ever as your pants were discarded, you leaning back into your chair.

“Go again.”

Johnny’s face dropped once more

“You’re fucking with me doll.”

You smiled, shaking your head as your boyfriend groaned, returning his hand to his cock. 

“See you’d do anything I’d tell you wouldn’t you?”

Johnny angled his hips upward and let his mouth hang open a bit, eyes never leaving yours.

“Anything.” He murmured, shaking his head.

You reached your hand down to rub yourself over your clothed clit, Johnny’s eyes flicking immediately down to examine your movements. He released a strained moan as he got himself closer to the edge for the second time, your display offering a helping hand. 

“Don’t come.”

Johnny rolled his eyes, his hand not ceasing.

“I know the drill baby.”

Your fingers moved faster to match Johnny’s, your orgasm looming over you. Eventually the both of you almost made it, about to tip over but promptly removed your hands and fingers as soon as the other did. Matched noises of annoyance were heard followed by synced pants. Johnny looked over to you, his eyes dripping with pure lust. 

“You gonna let me touch you now?” 

You bit back a grin, nodding him over as your eyes hung low. He pushed himself off the bed and walked over to you, tall body looming. He bent down and kissed you, your lips locking together before he sleazily slipped his tongue in. As you sloppily made out you began pushing his shoulders down, urging him to get on his knees which he complied in doing. You pulled away from each other, Johnny’s hands now rubbing the sides of your thighs, fingers looping under the band of your panties. 

“If you do a good job I’ll fuck you.” 

Johnny slipped your underwear off of you.

“I always do a good job.” 

You pulled his head up from his hair to stop him from diving in.

“Don’t be so cocky or you won’t come today.”

Johnny sighed.

“Yes ma’am.”

Light kisses were littered along your inner thighs, little kitten licks added to some before he was at your heat, glancing up at you as he latched onto your clit, sucking softly. You bit your lip as your breathing increased, fingers dragging through Johnny's scalp. His mouth moved down to your entrance, adding more tongue while his nose pressed against your clit.

“You’re already soaking.” He murmured into you, the hot breath adding even more pleasure. 

Your hips bucked forward into Johnny’s face the faster his tongue moved, fingers beginning to sneak up, rubbing through your folds. You continued your steady strings of moans as a finger pushed into you, Johnny’s lips latching back onto your clit to suck. You tugged his hair as he added another finger, moving them in and out as fast as he sucked.

“Fuck baby.” You threw your head back, Johnny's eyes flicking up to look at your expression, smiling smugly against your heat.

His cycle of fingers and tongue quickened until you were worked to the very edge, your eyes shut tightly as you focused on coming on your boyfriend’s fingers. You released with a load moan, hips involuntarily bucking forward against Johnny as you did so. Johnny’s fingers continued for a moment before slowing to a stop, letting your clit go with a pop and removing his soaking digits. 

You bit your lip as you looked down at your boyfriend, taking his wrist in your hand and moving his fingers towards his lips, pushing them into his mouth so he could taste you. His drooping eyes were locked into yours as he sucked them dry, whimpering quietly. After you figured he’d had enough you pulled his fingers away from him, instead swiping the spit that coated his soft lips around them with your thumb and leaning down to kiss him. You kissed for a few seconds before standing up, pushing Johnny to his feet as well before shoving him back down to sit down on the armchair, straddling him as his eyes glimmered with glee. 

“Fucking finally.” He whispered, smiling smugly as you sat yourself down just in front of his cock.

You extended your hand wordlessly, Johnny catching the memo and promptly spitting on your hand, allowing for you to pump his rock hard length for a few moments. Johnny bit back the moan that was brewing in his throat, head pushing against the back of the chair trying to suppress his pleasure. 

“I think you made me wait too long. I’m gonna come in T-5 seconds.” Johnny moved your hand away to stop you bringing him any closer to the edge that was already so near. 

“You can take it.” 

You pushed yourself up onto your knees and positioned Johnny’s cock so it was right at your entrance, tracing it through your folds for a moment before sinking down, earning a moan from both parties. 

Johnny’s hands on your waist tightened, head lulling forward onto your tits as he braced himself, the feeling of your cunt too orgasm-inducing to bear. 

“It’s always like it’s the first time with you.” He laughed, eyes shutting tightly.

You pulled Johnny up from his hair, forcing him to look up at you.

“It’s alright, we all gotta lose our virginity at some point.” 

Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes as you laughed. 

“Would a virgin eat pussy like that?” He kissed your nipple as he stared up at you before you sunk down again, building a slow rhythm. 

“Stop being so cocky. Who’s in charge here?” 

You furrowed your brows as you quickened your pace in an effort to derail Johnny's snappy comments even if they turned you on. Your means were successful as Johnny’s eyes shut once again, mouth falling slightly agape. 

“I said-” 

You moved forward to whisper into his ear, grinding against him while fully bottomed out. 

“Who’s in charge here?” You uttered, hot breath sending shivers down Johnny’s spine causing him to let out a low groan.

“You.” He croaked out, voice strained from pleasure. 

You hummed in approval, kissing the shell of his ear as you switched back to bouncing on his cock, the change of speed forcing Johnny’s eyes shut. You revelled in the sensation of being filled up as well as your boyfriend’s contorted expression. The closer you came to coming, the tighter you squeezed your cunt, eliciting a desperate moan from Johnny.

“Fuck I’m gonna come doll.” 

You kept up your bouncing even when the squeeze of Johnny’s fingers into the skin of your waist was a sign to how close he really was.

“Hold on for another minute baby, I’m close too.” 

You pushed the hair off of Johnny’s forehead as he released a disappointed whimper. Having already been edged that night he was not looking forward to waiting any longer. Lucky for him, the feeling of his tip pressing into your g spot was hurtling you towards your orgasm, your hands digging into Johnny’s neck and increased moans giving a warning. The band in your stomach finally snapped, Johnny having to buck his hips up into you to chase his own impending orgasm. As you convulsed, the after effects of your big finish washing over you, Johnny came inside of you, the groan he let out being long and much needed. He held your hips down, not letting go as you felt him paint your insides, coming for at least ten seconds.

“Jesus that was a big load.” You smirked, Johnny burying his head into your chest.

“Fuck off.” He mumbled. 

After a minute of silence you got off of your boyfriend’s lap, trailing off into the bathroom to clean yourself up, leaving him to lay fucked out on the armchair.

“You know when you're following me around and begging me to fuck you in future, it won't end like this.” You called out, a hint of sarcasm in your words. 

“I know.” 

Johnny sighed, moving himself from the chair to planting his stomach flat on the bed, bare ass out in the open. You laughed as you re-emerged. 

“You know it’s only like seven o’ clock right?”

“G’night.”

End. 

@gnarkillknoxville @steve-osahottie @izzaaaaaa @jackassvivalabam03 @lovexjoe @kristinee @jackussy420 @alex-abn0rmal

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

eddie munson touching himself headcanons:

18+ ONLY. minors do not interact.

-he loves to jerk off in the shower. in fact, he thinks it’s a lot easier to clean up there, and he doesn’t have to worry about “load socks” just lying around

-speaking of, that’s what he uses to jerk off into when he’s in his room, looking at dirty pictures or reading filthy comics. he has so many of them just all over, and he once bought a whole new pack to wear because he couldn’t find the ones he came in. he’s gross

-loves fleshlights, but doesn’t use them often. sometimes he loves how they feel, but other times, he’s content just using socks or a towel, something like that

-he’ll absolutely pull over and jerk off if he’s horny enough & is in a safe area. there have been many messes made in that van because of it, so maybe don’t touch the steering wheel or radio without wiping it down first

-he’ll taste himself, he doesn’t care. catch him licking his hand clean when he’s finished, if he cums all over it, or gathering it off his stomach to suck off of his fingers

-he prefers to jerk off completely naked, but special cases (in his van, in the school bathroom, backstage at the hideout, basically any public space) call for him to remain at least partly dressed

-is a fan of making himself cum in his pants. he thinks the friction feels kinda good, and he achieves this by rutting against something or just palming himself over his jeans

-as he is when he’s in bed with someone, he’s very vocal & interactive when he touches himself. grabs at his own throat if he’s in a subby mood, talks dirty to himself as if he’s talking to someone else, tweaks his own nipples, has a big fantasy playing in his mind. he also throws his head back against the pillows, his full lips open as he moans, dark hair a sweaty, sticking mess to his face, his nipples hard, his cock oozing precum, balls heavy & aching with the strong need to cum. he’s gonna be moaning your name A LOT, too; let’s face it, you’re his number one fantasy, and no comic book girls or magazine models could ever get him going the way you do. after he meets you, he no longer needs those materials to get off

-speaking of getting off, he cums A LOT. like I’m not kidding when I say he makes a huge mess, which is why he prefers jerking it in the shower or into a sock. less mess, less stress!

-he also absolutely fucks himself against his mattress or a pillow, too. sometimes the friction of the fabric is just so delicious to him, and it can get him off pretty quickly

-subby!eddie? fucking himself on a toy with one hand and jerking off with the other? it’s more likely than you think! i don’t see him as being subby very often, but when he is? damn

-he loves to touch himself in front of you. he especially loves it if you touch yourself with him, because he can’t get enough of watching your hands work, of your face contorted in ecstasy, watching your chest heave, hearing your moans & his name, or just admiring how you’re reacting to his own show for you. he can’t get enough of the way you look & sound as you cum, and he wants to hear it over & over & over again

-jerks off over your mouth and face as you go down on him. nothing gets him off harder than seeing you stick your tongue out, ready to gather any traces of cum that he’s going to give you

-also loves jerking off over your ass and chest. he will take polaroids of the mess he makes all over you for his own little pervy collection

-jerks off into one pair of your panties while sniffing another. also loves to cum in your bras or other lingerie, if you wear those

-going the modern!eddie route here: he sends you snaps of himself jerking off after you start dating, let’s you see & hear how riled up you’ve got him after a steamy texting session. he loves to see & hear you do the same in return—but ONLY if you’re comfortable with that. he will never, ever force or pressure you, ever. he also sends photos of his cum-soaked stomach and/or hand, and probably captions it something like “look what you do to me, baby.” usually, though, he loves sending you videos of the actual climax itself

[all4yoi]

Dear Jongseong,

pairing › jay x fem!reader

sypnosis › [name] has only ever known pain ever since her mother's passing.. but whenever she's about to lose herself, jay has always been there to her aid and remind her that life isn't simply about pain.

cw › 2.23k words - lowercase intended, fluff, angst, friends to ??, usage of substances, reader vomits, mentions of death, reader suffers from depression, su!cide attempt (overd0sing)

notes › it's okay not to feel okay, if you're going through something and you feel like ranting, my inbox is always open for you. i've just finished five survive by holly jackson recently so if you see any quotes of her here ikyk 🤞

"i don't want to, pa! just leave me alone!" you exclaimed as you threw the pill bottle infront of your father, messing up your hair as you breathed heavily.

the older man sighed, rubbing his tears away behind his eyeglasses before stepping forward. "you have to take your antidepressants [name]. it'll make you feel better." he calmly said, picking up the pill bottle you dropped infront of him.

"i promise."

"no, no, no." came your slurred response.

the elderly man let his tears escape silently as he saw his only daughter break apart in front of him, making no move to chase after you when you ran up to your room. he wondered what had gone wrong. instantly came to mind: indeed, his wife had passed away. three years have passed, and even though he was beginning to accept that his family would forever be incomplete, as he saw his daughter suffering from severe depression, he wished misun would enter through the front door, embrace him and [name], and reassure them that everything was just a nightmare and she's alive.

but a bad dream wouldn't last for 3 years would it? as much as he wanted his wife back, he desperately wanted his daughter back more.

So he dialed the only person that he was sure could calm [name] down.

"of course, i'm on my way." jay ended the call and instantly dropped the controller carelessly on his bed before getting his keys from his table and left his room.

"stop right there young man, where are you going?" his mother asked with a raised brow, putting the glass of water down on the counter and waited for her son's reply. his distressed face went unnoticed. "it's 11:30 in the evening." she added.

jay exhaled, opening his mouth but no words came out. he didn't know why he was so nervous.. was it because he got caught leaving the house so late, or was it because his head was full of you, you, you and only you?

"well? if there's no good reason.." the woman trailed off, extending her hand out, her palm facing the ceiling and gestured towards her son's car keys. this somehow made him talk.

"it's [name]! her father called and- ..a-and she's not feeling well.. fuck why am i stuttering?" he whispered a quick apology when he saw his mother furrow her brows with his foul language. "she just- i don't know mom! she just needs me okay? and the more i try to explain the more she's hurting alone!" he blurted out, brushing his hair back frustratedly.

his mother stood there startled, before nodding understandably. "okay, drive safe.. stay the night there if needed."

he nodded, hurriedly left the house and practically ran to his car and drove off.

jay held his tears back, his grip on the steering wheel tightening overtime that his knuckles were turning white. this had been a routine for 3 years straight. he'll either be in his room, out with his friends, stuck in a frat party before receiving a call from your father, and every single time.. he dropped everything and everyone who he was with to run to your aid.

he reminisced the past where everything was still all right. your mother and his sitting on a bench while the two of you pushed each other on the slide, or sneaking out and eating ice cream at a 24/7 convenience store. it hurt him that his best friend's whole word was taken away from her just like that, but he also didn't want to lose his own. he wouldn't forgive himself if something had happened to you. you were his job, his responsibility.

jay slammed the door of his car shut, running towards your house's front door and ringing the doorbell. instantly, your father opened the door, shooting jay a thankful smile. if jay had noticed the tear stains on the man's slightly wrinkled face, he didn't make it obvious.

"she's at her room, but she's locked it. it's been so quiet, and i'm so worried jongseong." with that, jay ran up the stairs and pressed his ear on your bedroom door once he has reached it.

and just like hajoon said, your father, it was quiet. too quiet for his liking.

"[name]?" knock knock. no answer

"it's seongie, can you let me in?" four knocks, still no answer. he was getting impatient.

jay didn't want to think the worse but he began pounding on your door, literally shouting your name again and again. his voice was cracking and sweat began forming on his forehead.

"call 911, please!" he shouted for your father who was already dialing the hotline. jay rubbed his face before breaking your doorknob.

once your door was open, jay's breath hitched at the sight of your body laying on the floor, unconscious. he had been too late. but he still ran to your side, pulling you up and tried shaking you awake.

it took him a moment to spot the pills on the floor beside where you were previously lying and shoved his index and middle finger in your mouth hastily, realization dawning him.

"i need you to throw up [name], come on, please." and once you've spilled your guts on your bedroom floor the paramedics has already arrived, the blue and red lights filling your room through the opened windows. jay choked back a sob, cradling your body. "you're okay, you will be."

he didn't know if he was reassuring you or himself.

"if i had just, chased after her." hajoon cried, his body shaking. jay's father pulled hajoon up, telling him that they should get some air together. hajoon complied and left the hospital with jay's father.

after the ambulance took you away, jay immediately informed his parents and they insisted they should be there for you and your father too.

"she'll be alright, jongseong." his mother rubbed his back. he didn't know why, but those three words angered him.

"she just overdosed herself with drugs and you're telling me she'll be alright?"

"well, i'm trying to be positive here!"

"well," he mocked, "it's not helping!"

jay has always been a mama's boy, so his sudden outburst shocked the both of them.

his mom exhaled and stood up with her purse, deciding to be the bigger person. "i'm going to get some food, call me if you need anything."

right when his mother left, a nurse approached him. jay instantly stood up, awaiting for the woman infront of him to start speaking.

"good evening, is any of miss [name]'s parents around?"

"nevermind that, is she okay? will she be okay?" the nurse blinked at him before nodding.

"yes, she will be. you were just right on time and it was a very smart move to make her vomit.. though we aren't sure when she'll wake up.. you can visit her right now if you'd like." jay felt like crying in relief, he thanked the nurse before entering the room you were admitted in.

he swallowed the lump in his throat and sat down on the chair beside your bed, the beeping of the machines were the only noise inside the room. jay didn't like seeing you like this, with all the wires hooked to you and your face scarcely displaying any color.. but at least you were at ease, finally, after three years, you were now experiencing tranquility rather than anguish.

"i'll wait for you.. but don't make me wait for too long, okay?"

it has been exactly 2 weeks since that night in the hospital. jay hadn't been himself ever since, he would space out during lectures, staying up all night hoping he'd get a call from the hospital or your dad.

jay was seated in the cafeteria with his friends when he received a call from your dad. he immediately excused himself, answering the phone as soon as he stood up.

"she's awake, jongseong."

that was all he had to hear before he was taking his backpack from the table, ignoring the questions from his friends.

sunghoon: dude if u were skipping u could've taken me w u :<<<

jay: shut up

jay: [name]'s awake

sunghoon: oh shit fr??

sunghoon: k dw we'll cover for ur ass

sunghoon: drive safe and send our regards to your gf ❤️❤️

jay entered the room silently and he had to hold back himself from tackling you in a hug and just cry on your shoulder, but he remembered this wasn't about him.

"hi." he whispered, sitting down on the same chair he last sat on and placed the food he ordered on the way on the table beside your bed.

your lack of response made him gulp. slowly, you looked at him, unshed tears resting on your tear ducts.

jay cooed, "oh, [name]," and got to his feet, embracing you. he stroked your hair while he resisted crying himself, and let you cry on his favorite shirt.

"please don't cry." he said in a whisper and pulled your head away gently, wiping your flowing tears with his thumbs.

"i-.. i'm sorry, jongseong." another sob from your throat escaped.

"you have nothing to apologize for."

"i almost left everyone.. left you."

he shook his head and gave you another hug, putting his lips on top of your hair as you whimpered inwardly, "but you didn't, and that's all what matters now."

"[name]?" you hummed in response, your breathing finally going back to normal. you did no movement to pull away from the embrace.

he pulled away, caressing your cheek, asking, "promise me you wouldn't do that again?" you simply nodded, and he smiled sweetly in your direction. he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, "good."

jay stayed by your side the whole day, feeding you, entertaining you, showing you jungwon's his notes, and filling you in with everything you've missed for the past 2 weeks.

it was the first time jay had seen you smile so much after 3 years, and he felt content, knowing he was the one who was able to make you happy like this.

the both of you were happy, until it was time for him to go home.

with his hand playing with your fingers, he murmured in a lovely voice, "i'll come back tomorrow with the boys after school, i promise." once more, he gave you a tender kiss on the forehead before releasing you.

he was about to leave the room, but your voice stopped him.

"hey, jay?" he turned towards you with a questioning gaze. "the night that i.. i- uh, wrote something for you." you played with the folded paper, avoiding his gaze.

"i don't think i want to read that [name]." he said breathlessly, shaking his head.

"please, everything i've wanted to say to you is in here. please read it, if you don't.. well, i won't stop trying." you blinked at him, finally looking up at him. jay gulped, wetting his lips before accepting the paper.

"it's nothing bad, i promise." he nodded, squeezing your cheek before finally leaving the room with a wave.

when his mother asked, "how was she?" once he got home, he simply gave her a peck on the cheek and responded, "she's fine," before heading up to his room.

he practically threw his bag on the floor before sitting down on his bed, opening the folded paper with shaking hands.

dear jongseong,

i'm writing you a letter because i don't think i'll ever be able to tell you everything i want to say to you if i said this in person.. first of all, thank you, for absolutely everything. for being there in the wake and letting me cry on your shoulder, for tolerating me for 3 years.. i know at one point you were probably so tired of seeing me ruin my life. taking substances, skipping school, shutting you and my dad out.. i'm sorry, i was a fool of thinking i'd forget everything if i took those.. i thought i'd be okay on my own. so thank you, for always being there whenever my dad calls, i've heard every single thing you've said to me when you thought i was knocked out, and i love you too, seongie. but it's so scary, i'm so scared of love, i'm so scared of you being taken away from me, just like how mom was taken from me. jongseong, please never leave me, i don't know what i'd do without you, you and dad.. you're all i have left, please help me. please don't ever stop helping me until i get better, i appreciate you so much and i love you so much. i'm so thankful for you and at the same time i'm so fucking sorry. am i selfish for wanting an ending that's just you and me? i promise i'll be better, for you and for dad, and for me too. i don't know if i'm still here once you've read this, but if i am, please run back to me. please come back and never leave my side. i love you, jongseong, forever and always.

yours forever,

[name]

[thetorturedmusesdept]

@vcndetta Jim & Rose

The death had been painful. When his neck snapped, it had hurt. But at least, at the very least, it had been quick. The darkness had also rushed in fairly quickly, everything black in a matter of seconds. And for a long while, that was what it was like. Just an empty darkness surrounding Jim. But then, his memories had come flooding back to him in quick flashes, one right after another getting louder and louder until finally, they all stopped.

When he'd woken up, he'd felt disoriented, and his neck was sore. It had taken a moment for it all to puzzle piece together, and then Jim realized many things at once: For one, his mother was not really visiting a family member that was sick. She just wasn't here, in this world. Secondly, he wasn't from DC, but the planet Montressor. And he'd even ventured into space before on a crazy journey. Third, he wasn't a total lost cause. He wasn't some dirt bag with no future. He can, and had, turned his life around in the end, and even managed to make it past Cadet status and graduate from the Interstellar Academy at the top of his class.

The fourth and final thing he realized? That he'd been the stupidest, dumbest, biggest idiot in the world and absolutely royally fucked up things with Rose. And he needed to fix it. Now.

The first thing Jim did was find a florist. In the end, he'd wound up placing a rush order on 100 red roses, to be delivered to Rose's door at a specific time the following night. The next thing he'd done was get to work. He'd gone through and found the songs he needed to express what he felt, and then learned how to play them on guitar, creating a mashup he could sing himself. After that, he spent the rest of his time thinking of what else to say, and how to say it, all while nervously pacing and pulling together last needed elements he needed to complete his plans. Once the time had come, Jim met the delivery from the florist at Rose's door. He was dressed just a tad bit nicer than usual, not formal by any means but he'd at least left the jeans and bomber jacket at home. He also had several small tables of varying heights set up in an arch around Rose's door, and used it to place all the various bouquets of red roses into various red vases he'd bought. Once the roses were set up and the delivery was finished, the hallway empty, Jim took out his guitar and flung the strap over his shoulder. Then, taking a deep, trembling breath, Jim finally rang the doorbell, and followed up with a knock as well out of nerves.

He swallowed thickly as he stood there, dressed in slacks, holding his guitar, and surrounded by 100 red roses. He felt probably one of the most vulnerable times he ever had in his life, but he knew it was necessary. Rose had been vulnerable with him. It was his turn. As the door started to open, Jim took a deep breath, and started to play the music before he even saw her face. When he did see her, he nearly messed up in his playing, and had to take another deep breath to steady himself before it was time to sing.

"I've been having a hard time adjusting. I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting. I didn't know if you'd care if I came back. I have a lot of regrets about that," he sang, trying to keep eye contact so she would really listen to every word. "Pulled the car off the road to the lookout. Could've followed my fears all the way down. And maybe I don't quite know what to say, but I'm here in your doorway. I just wanted you to know that this is me trying. I just wanted you to know that this is me trying."

He allowed the music to build and change into the next song's melody. "I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make. Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake. And in the end you're still my friend, at least we did intend for us to work, we didn't break, we didn't burn. We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in. I had to learn what I got, and what I'm not, and who I am. I won't give up on us. Even if the skies get rough. I'm giving you all my love. I'm still looking up. And I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying. Well I won't give up on us. God knows I'm tough enough. We got a lot to learn. God knows we're worth it. This is me trying. I'm giving you all my love. I'm still looking up."

As Jim let the last note die on his lips and the guitar, he could feel all the emotions inside of him threatening to bubble up and spill over. God, more than anything, he just wanted to grab her and kiss her. But he couldn't. Not yet. "Rose," he breathed, taking another deep shaking breath as he swung his guitar onto his back, trying to remember everything he'd wanted to say. "I love you," he finally said, and the words were heavy with the weight of his confession. He took a step toward her, hoping she wouldn't back away. "I want to be with you. Only you. I want to take you out on dates, and cook for you. I want to hold your hand. I want to... sing you songs and get you flowers," he lightly poked fun at himself, "and I want to tell you, every day, what you mean to me. How much I want you. How much I..." The rest of his speech flew out the window as he shook his head. "Rose, I'm so in love with you it hurts. Please. I've been so stupid. I can't begin to make up for it. All I can do is just be honest and tell you that you are... everything. You're my first and last thought of the day and every thought in between. You're in my dreams, hell, when I think of my future, you're the only thing I'm sure I want to be in it," he admitted. "Rose... I will never, ever be so stupid again if you could just... find it in yourself to give me a chance. I will spend literally the rest of my life showing you how I feel if that's what it takes. Just..." Hesitantly, he reaches for her hands. "I love you, Rose. I'm in love with you, and all I want is to be with you."

[mother-harrington]

Need you, now - Steve Harrington

Summary: A whole week without having sex is almost driving Steve and his girlfriend crazy, so when they finally get home it can only go one way.

Word count: 1,3k

Content warnings: Smut. P in v sex, unprotected. Doggy and missionary. Oral (both receiving). A little rough, but not too bad. The characters are in their 20's. It's probaby most suited for adults but I don't block people who aren't 18. (Also the ending is a bit rough, didn't know how to finish this, anywayyyy).

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Steve Harrington loved his girlfriend’s parents and they loved him, but spending a week together in a cabin by the lake, with next to no privacy (meaning no way to have sex), was driving both of them a little crazy. So much so that Steve’s knuckles had almost turned white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel as they finally were on their way home from the trip. 

Not that they hadn’t tried while they were away, both in the bathroom and in the woods when they were ‘going for a walk’, but both times had failed miserably. The bathroom when they realized they really couldn’t be quiet if their lives depended on it and the woods because Y/N, in a moment of clarity, had freaked out about all the bugs surrounding them and how uncomfortable it was. 

Reaching their apartment building after two hours on the road, they didn’t even bother getting their luggage as they rushed off to get to the privacy of their own home. Steve hit the button on the elevator far too many times, his hands all over Y/N when the doors finally closed and started taking them up to their floor. Both their cheeks were flushed and hairs a bit of a mess as they got out, Y/N scrambling to get the keys out of her purse to open the door. 

They barely made it inside before Steve was kissing her again, pushing her roughly against the wall, his eyes dark with passion. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” He groaned, “Teasing me with those sexy thighs of yours all the way home… I almost had to stop the car.” 

“You should have,” Y/N teased, nibbling at his neck, “I’ve been wet for you all day, want you to fuck me,” She whispered the last part in his ear, enough to get him completely riled up. 

Steve lifted her thighs and she wrapped them around him so he could pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. He pulled down her shorts and panties in one swift movement, like he had done so many times before. 

“God, you didn’t lie,” He said, a guttural moan slipping out at the sight of her glistening pussy in front of him. “All this, for me?” 

“Fuck…” Y/N sighed when she felt Steve’s fingers on her, one whole week without it had been almost too much. She looked up at him, biting her bottom lip, “Neeeeed you.” 

“Is that so?” Steve smirked, his fingers now easily sliding inside her and emitting soft moans as she bucked her hips into his hand. 

“Y-yes… Stop teasing me, shit…” Y/N was gripping the sheets underneath her, her chest heaving with the pleasure that was already building inside her body. 

Steve smirked again, proud of the fact that he could drive her crazy with so little effort. Sure, they had never gone this long without sex before, but still. He curled his fingers expertly and hit her G-spot just right, feeling her clenching around them as she came. 

“So pretty when you cum…” He whispered, his face inches from hers. She pulled him down for a sloppy kiss as he withdrew his fingers, which were now covered with her juices. He easily took off her shirt and unhooked her bra, moving on to pay attention to her hardened nipples. 

“Jesus…” Y/N sighed, her head falling back against the pillow underneath her when his tongue swirled over her breasts and her hand caressed his hair. “My turn, baby…” She said, moving to get up to take care of him. 

Steve definitely wasn’t one to argue about that and he let her take off his pants and underwear, finally setting his aching dick free. She was quick to take it into her hands, working it up and down in a few slow motions before going in with her mouth. 

“Mmm, yes,” Steve moaned, grabbing a fistful of Y/N’s hair right as her lips touched him. He didn’t push her head, but his grip on her was tightening the more of him she took. 

Y/N let his dick leave her lips just for a second, going in to swirl her tongue around the tip before taking him almost completely down her throat, the sudden move making Steve gasp. 

“FUCK!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his head back, “Yo- you’re gonna make me cum, fucking hell…” 

She looked up at him with doe-eyes, letting his dick fall out of her mouth and instead using her hands on him again, “Oh, yeah? Well, we don’t want that yet, do we?” 

“Oh all fours, now,” Steve grunted, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor. 

Y/N did as she was told with no hesitation, eager to finally feel him inside of her. She reached down to rub her clit while she waited for him, sighing a little as the pleasure started to spread through her body. 

She wasn’t prepared when Steve slammed all the way into her from behind, her moan immediately coming out as a shriek as he pushed up against her sweet spot right away.

“I never said you could touch yourself, did I?” Steve said, his voice harsh as he pulled her up to him by her hair. 

“N-no…” She replied, shaking her head ever so slightly, “I’m sorry, don’t punish me…”  

“Mmm, the apology works,” He said, his voice low, “But you better let me fuck you now, because it’s been way too long.” 

“Y-yes…” Y/N moved herself back onto him while arching her back, loving the feeling of him completely filling her up. 

Steve groaned at the sensation, and the view of her from this angle was intoxicating, her gorgeous ass and curves right in front of him. He grabbed onto her hips hard and slammed back inside before he started thrusting for dear life. 

They were a romantic couple most of the time, but this kind of need brought out different sides of them and the desperation was definitely showing within both of them as they used each other's bodies to get off. 

Y/N couldn’t take it when he pushed deeper inside her and she buried her face in the pillows, her moans and yelling of his name filling the room alongside the sound of his dick hitting her wetness over and over again. 

Steve reached over to hold her breast in his hands, his thumbs gracing over her nipples again. He was always intoxicated by her gorgeous chest and would touch it any chance he got. 

“S-Steeeeve,” Y/N yelled, her orgasm hitting her hard with the nipple stimulation only adding to it. It was so intense she almost pushed him out of her completely, her breathing strained and sweat forming over her body. He had to collect himself for a minute after that, sliding back in easily once he had. 

“Jesus…” Steve panted, “That… was intense…”

“Fuck… Give… Give me another one, please…” Y/N was begging, making Steve pull out completely and flip her onto her back. He got on top of her and lifted her legs so they were wrapped around his waist before he pushed back in, getting another moan out of her. 

“God, you’re perfect…” Steve groaned, his lips going down to kiss her neck as he started to chase his own high. He was thrusting more desperately at this point, her velvety walls clenching him just right with each move. 

Y/N’s hands grabbed onto his hair, letting him use her however he wanted. She moved her hips with his, the rush of all her orgasms going through her. 

“Cum for me, babe,” She whispered, pulling his face up to kiss him with more passion than ever. This sent him over the final edge, feeling his balls tightening and shooting his load deep inside her pussy while he moaned her name over and over.

[sashaisready]

Chapter Fifteen

Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader

A year after the sudden death of your husband you find yourself at a loose end, unsure what to do next. You're also learning about your sexuality - your hidden desires and fantasies creeping out now you're no longer playing the role of the good wife. A certain Sheriff in town could be the one to awaken something in you.

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Warnings: some sexual references, smut, hints at heavy drinking/alcoholism

Author’s Note: Okay this is the final chapter! I hope you’ve enjoyed the story. I always have a lot of fun with Lee and this is one of my fave things I’ve written. Thank you for reading, please reblog/comment - I’d love to hear what you thought ❤️

You had to find Lee. You had to talk to him.

After rushing off from Julie you made a beeline for the station. The image of him nervously hovering outside the diner for you gave you hope that maybe all wasn't lost between you both. Maybe he missed you like you missed him. At the very least, maybe you could clear the air and try to be something resembling friends, no longer hastily avoiding each other's faces while in line at the grocery store.

Your talk with Julie had brought you back to those early days after Arthur. Haunted by his presence, but becoming something of a ghost of your own too – ambling around your house by yourself, living in the past - only sustained by fantasy and memory. 

You wanted to live.

Lee was on duty apparently but you couldn't find him anywhere. The station's secretary had just said he was out on patrol. He wasn't at the diner. Not at the bar. Nowhere you'd expect to find him.

As you drove towards his home you caught a glimpse of a familiar cruiser parked up at the side of the dirt road. You pulled over and rushed towards the car but he wasn't in there. He couldn't have gone far. The wind chilled your bones as you pulled your coat closer to your body and you grimaced, looking to the cruiser for sanctuary from the cold. It was unlocked so you climbed in, moving into the backseat and waiting for him to return as you took your jacket off. You weren't sure what you were going to say as you nervously waited for him, but you needed to think of something.

You didn't know it but Lee was only fifteen or so feet away having a quick piss and cigarette in the woods. He kept thinking about the bourbon bottle in his glove box, trying to stave off his cravings, knowing he was drinking earlier and earlier these days.

Losing you had done that to him. He had unravelled since the moment he left your house that night, playing the horrible events out in his head over and over. He knew he'd fucked up and he desperately wanted to talk to you, but had no idea what to say. He thought your frightened face as you sat weeping on the floor. He thought of your heart breaking when he told you the truth about Arthur. Your horror over what happened to Davey, your hurt when he implied you were a whore. You had every right to hate him and he wanted to respect your space.

Occasionally he'd wait around the diner wanting to see you but would inevitably chicken out and go back to his car. He'd even parked outside your house a few times. He'd come up with a million first lines for what he'd finally say to you, but they all evaporated on his tongue.

In short, he was a mess.

He sighed as he trudged back to his car and flopped down behind the wheel. A voice from behind him made him jump out of his skin.

"Hi" you said quietly.

Lee yelped in surprise, clumsily smashing the horn as he jumped and turned to look behind him at where the voice came from. You watched his face twist in shock, then saw him exhaling with relief when he realised it was you.

Lee's breath hitched. It was so good to see you. You looked beautiful as always. He could hardly believe you were here. He suddenly felt very nervous.

"Jesus Christ, are you tryna' fuckin' kill me?" he bellowed as he clasped a hand over his heart.

You couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic display, failing to muffle the sound as you held a hand to your mouth. Lee laughed a little too, in spite of himself.

"I wanted to talk to you" you said, more seriously now as you settled down.

"And you need to be in the back of my car to do that huh?" he mock scolded. "C'mon Crazy, come up here". He extended his hand to you.

"Crazy?" you said, incredulously.

"Yes - crazy to hide in my car and make me jump outta my skin like that."

He moved his hand to you again which you took gingerly as he smoothly pulled you into the front passenger seat. Your heart jumped as your fingers touched and you were briefly transported back to all the moments when his hands had been on yours.

You both sat in silence for a moment as your mind went blank and it was as if you had forgotten every word you'd ever known.

"Lee..." you started.

"No. Please let me" he said softly, looking out at the road. "I...I can't say how sorry I am. For everythin' I said. It was awful. I'm ashamed".

You nodded. "Thank-you Lee, I appreciate it".

"I keep thinkin' about it" he continued. "I shouldn't have told you about Arthur. At least not like that. And the truth is I don't think any of those things. I just said them to hurt you because you hurt me. And with Davey..."

"Lee" you said gently. He turned to face you and his big azure eyes were so full of pain and desperation that it almost hurt to look at him.

"It's alright. We both said terrible things we didn't mean".

"So you don't think I'm a brute?" he asked teasingly.

You giggled. "Well...maybe a little".

He scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes.

"A-and you don't think I'm a whore?" you asked him shyly.

"Of course not" he said quietly. "I just knew you it was somethin' that got to you and I regretted it right away". He averted his gaze, anxiously tracing the peeling leather of his seat.

"Listen, Lee" you sighed. "I need to tell you this. I've had a lot of time to think about it all. And I don't know how you're gonna react but I just need to get it out, alright? So just let me get it out".

He nodded silently, studying the peeling seat even more intently.

"With Davey...I know you did what you thought was right, in your own way. And he was a bad man. What he did to me was..."

You trailed off, not wanting to pull that thread. You stared out at the road as you carried on.

"Well, Julie told me he did similar to her. So I don't feel bad that he's gone. His damn plaque makes me feel sick every time I walk by it, but I know he's burning in Hell and for now that's enough. That being said, it doesn't excuse what you did. It wasn't okay. I'm never gonna fully be alright with it, but I am a big girl who understands life ain't black and white and I accept it".

You took a deep breath. Lee was nodding, watching you carefully from the corner of his eye.

"And what you told me about Arthur...that was messed up, too. It broke my heart, Lee. It did. But also, you were right. Arthur did make me feel bad about myself. Made me feel dirty. All the while he was playin' behind my back. He wasn't the man or husband I thought he was. And knowing that...I feel free now. Lighter. Like I don't have to feel guilty and live up this expectation that don't exist. So I'm glad you told me really, even if it was in a terrible way".

You turned to look at him, but couldn't read his face. So you carried on.

"And I'm sorry I said those cruel things, I am. You ain't perfect but honest I didn't mean any of it. I loved the time I spent with you. You made me so happy for the first time in a long time. I don't regret any of it".

Lee nodded. "Me neither".

"And finally" you sighed, this was the hardest one to say. "I'm sorry for how I acted...with the forceful 'stuff' on the table right before our fight. And then breaking up with you right after. It was mean to drop that on you like that".

Lee chuckled. "Yeah...the dumpin' was mean. You're right about that. But honey..."

He turned to face you, his face devilish.

"...you don't ever have to say sorry for the table stuff. Never. My God. That little memory has been sustainin' me for months".

You blushed a deep red, hiding your face behind your fingers. "Lee...c'mon" you whined.

He grabbed your hand, removing it from your face and looking you in the eye.

"I ain't kidding, sweetie. That was unbelievable. I know you were mad but fuck, it was sublime...you made me come without even touching me. I'll be thinking about it on my deathbed".

You groaned, embarrassed as Lee laughed softly. Teasing you like always. You felt a pang of longing for him. For what you used to be.

"I'm sorry too" he said sombrely.

"Maybe we could start from scratch as friends?" you asked hopefully. "Wipe the slate clean. Not talk about any of this again".

Lee looked at you thoughtfully, but then he ran his tongue over his teeth and winced.

"Sorry babydoll, that's just not gonna work for me. I don't wanna be your friend" he said sadly.

You felt your stomach drop but smiled sweetly anyway, hoping he wouldn't notice how crestfallen you were. It wasn't the answer you wanted, but you knew there was always a possibility this was how it would go - too much had happened between you.

"That's okay...I understand. But I'm at least glad we got to talk it out" you said gently, your hand going for the door handle as you sat up to leave.

Lee's arm pressed firmly against your chest, pushing you back down in your seat.

"I can't let you leave here as just a friend" he said earnestly as he looked intensely into your eyes.

"Cos I love you, babydoll. More than anythin' on this earth. I love how you make me feel. I love that you're fuckin' filthy. I love that you're always surprisin' me. I love that you just tracked me down and rather than just wait you hid in the back of my cruiser for no goddamn reason. And I'm afraid I can't let you leave this car and walk outta my life again. I was stupid the first time around but I'm not stupid enough to let it happen again" he sighed. "Guess we're at an impasse cos you ain't goin' nowhere".

Your eyes filled with tears. "Oh Lee" you whispered. "I love you too".

"Well, get over here" he laughed.

You sprang across the seats up onto his lap and kissed him deeply, your hands cupping his face tightly, as if you were somehow worried he'd slip away. He snaked his thick fingers into your hair and groaned softly into your mouth as his other hand clutched at your side. It was the best kiss of your life. Everything unsaid between you was in that kiss. Each lonely night you'd missed one another was in that kiss. Every touch, every bit of love you felt for each other.

He held your waist so securely that you weren't sure you'd ever be able to get off of him. Not that you wanted to. You began to subtly shift your hips back and forth without even noticing, the muscle memory from all your history with him. You could feel his hard length pressing into your lap, nearly chuckling out loud at his consistency – Lee was always ready to go.

It all happened wordlessly, nothing needed to be said. You pushed up off of him for a moment as his hands moved underneath you to undo his belt and you moved your briefs to the side. It didn't have the usual frantic urgency like all those times before, you didn't need it. All you had was time, now. It was all calm and measured, a silent ballet of your bodies, the kiss never broken. He revealed himself from his fly and you lowered yourself gently onto him, burying him to the hilt. You both whimpered at the sensation and you began to rock slowly, finding a gentle rhythm together.

Lee broke the kiss and stroked your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. You stared back and found only love in his baby blues. For the first time, the sex between you was slow and gentle, tender and sentimental. No dirty talk, no power struggle. It was a physical representation of all that had just been declared, all you'd been through.

After a few minutes you climaxed together with your foreheads touching, both whimpering with your eyes closed, fingers clenching tightly onto each other's bodies. You sank your head against his chest, suddenly exhausted. Your mind was clear for the first time in a long time. You both sat in silence, him still inside of you. It was good to be home.

His hand found your chin and he pulled you towards him again, kissing you softly and nibbling on your lip.

You pulled away from him for a second. "If we are gonna do this you gotta stop drinking" you scolded him between kisses, gesturing to the bourbon peeking out of the glovebox.

"Mmm" he moaned softly, his lips dropping to your neck as he worked back up to your face.

"I will. But I always end up eatin' more candy when I'm sober so you might have to go to bed with a fat bastard".

"That's fine, more to love" you whispered. "You know how much I love your extra padding, Lee". You ran a finger across his soft tummy.

"Besides, maybe I can help you relieve your cravings in different ways" you winked.

He grinned back at you. "C'mon babydoll. Let's go home".

🌼 Six months later...🌼

"Does this look okay?" you asked nervously, twirling in your dress. You had two different shoes on as you weren't sure which pair to wear.

"'Course, you look great babydoll" Lee replied as he carefully put on his tie.

"Nothing fits right with this damn bump" you grumbled, looking at your gently rounded stomach in the mirror.

"Hey, that's my kid you're talkin' about" he chided lightly.

"You ready for this?" you asked as you pinned up your hair.

"Not really. I hate these damn community gala things. But it's all part of being the Sheriff. Gotta do my hand shakin' and drink buyin' now the election is done".

"Mmm. And thanking your spouse for playing the role of the dutiful little Sheriff's wife".

"Of course. But at least you don't have to play Bridge anymore".

"Don't remind me" you scroffed. "I just wish I could drink the wine tonight" you sighed.

"I'm not drinkin' either remember? Besides, the wine is always terrible at these things anyway" replied Lee.

"I'd kill for a cocktail...just three more months to go" you mumbled.

"Okay enough bellyachin'. You ready Mrs B?" Lee asked as he straightened his jacket.

You frowned. "It's still early, Lee. We don't have to leave for another forty five minutes or so".

Lee nodded. "Mmm. But I was thinking we could make a detour to our favourite dirt road. See how the cruiser feels on ya". He smirked, slapping you firmly on the behind.

"Lee!" you gasped, laughing. "We don't need to do that anymore. We're married! We have a baby on the way! We have a big comfy bed!"

"I know that" he chuckled. "But why not. For old time's sake?"

You met his gaze in the mirror, returning his wicked grin.

"Okay...you're on Mr B...But bring the cuffs..."

[obscuremantisman]

Maaaan, i love writing about silly eldritch creatures. ALSO, WE'RE ALMOST HITTING 30 EPIC FOLLOWERS EVEN THOUGHT I'VE BEEN AS ACTIVE AS A ROCK?!?! YIPPEE!!!

this is following both ending J and ending L.

⪧ I appreciate criticism, ideas, and your opinions. ⪦

As you finished wrapping up your target's body, you threw it inside the trunk, closing it without much care, and walking back to the front.

A heavy sigh left you as you plopped down on the seat. Your back was killing you. That's what you get from carrying heavy weight for too long. You glance up, staring at the roof empty-minded for a few seconds before today's events replay in your head.

You fucked up, you had been working nonstop, and countless hours were spent on a mission that was supposed to end midday, all because you had made a tiny mistake. The little mistake that simply provoked a chain of unpredictable events, being almost the death of you in several moments.

"Aaargh... I should've been more careful, next time I might actually not make it." You scolded yourself, stretching your arms with a frown plastered on your face. This mission was simply a disappointment, one of your worst performances this year. You could've done so, so much better, and that fact bothered you.

You wiped off some sweat from your face, glancing down at the empty seat beside you in thought, your eyes widening as realization hit you like a truck. "Aaarrgh! I'm such a fucking moron! Out of all things, I just had to forget about this!!!" The words came out of your mouth before you could even think, grabbing a fist of your hair.

Were you really coming back home with empty hands? again? You're supposed to already have new books from the local library inside your car. You panicked, looking around for any kind of magical solution.

You could try reaching the place right now... but you were so far away from it at the moment that you'd never get to the damned library in time if you wanted to keep a low profile, which was necessary to keep you out of the police sight.

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring at the front mirror, finger tapping at the wheel. Was it worth it? No matter what plan you elaborated, too much risk was in sight. You were hesitant, of course, rethinking all choices available while guilt crept to your mind, an image of Hector coming to mind. The lad being the sole reason you'd bring home so many books. A smile crept onto your face as you recall Hector's expression when you told him he could read any of the books you had around, his happy hums replaying in your mind.

He had become a massive bookworm once you introduced him to the world of literature, and you felt absolutely no guilt in admitting that you couldn't resist spoiling him rotten, trips to the library turning into a habit.

You sighed, hands clutching the wheel, any thought of coming home with nothing being discarded as you turned the car on, your foot going down on the accelerator with force. "I need those damn books!!!"

When you finally stopped the engine at a safe place, you immediately ran to the building, almost falling face to the floor when throwing yourself at the library's door. It attracted a few stares, but you couldn't care less about the embarrassment passed, although stiffly walking for Hector's preferred book section, hiding your face from view.

You looked like a mess. You had, quite literally, gotten the books just by the last minute, and life was practically drained from your complexion. You had been resting on a wall for a few minutes, recovering your forces when the lights of an open store across the road caught your attention. You tried your luck with it, having a bit of money spent on delicious treats for the night. Now with two grocery bags in arms, and lips dry as chopsticks, you walked back to your car, resting your face on the wheel. You waited silently for nothing to occur for a few seconds, fisting the air in victory, plastic bags being put just on the seat beside you. "Mhm, let's see, three books, a bag of caramels, aaand a chocolate cake." You grinned, glancing at the street a few times before putting your car to work again.

You felt happy to see your house, taking the bags as excitedly as you could and sneaking to the back of the car, using the key in your other hand to open the trunk.

Taking out the body from inside the trunk was the easy part, you've come to have a facility in weight lifting due to how you did your job. The hard part was the back pain achieved later, which right now was killing you.

"And up you go." You threw it over your shoulder, closing the trunk with a slap, the bags in your arms swinging around as you walked.

You open the door, greeted by the smell of waffles in the air. Hector must be enjoying the waffle maker you brought last month, you thought to yourself.

You had a glance around, closing the door behind with one foot. "Hectoor! I'm home!" You called out, the lack of answer not bothering you as you walked further in.

You eyed the walls as fleshy tendrils with teeth came into view, something you grew accustomed to seeing within the years of living with Hector. They slid closer to you without much stealth, the largest one coming ahead to reveal an eye, black sclera, and shiny green iris.

"Hi there." You greeted it, reaching a hand to pet the tendril, a hum leaving you as it slid past your fingers to around your arm, its pupil expanding as it stared straight into you.

It had a firm yet wet, squishy composition, rather satisfying with your gloves on, which had you spend a good few minutes squeezing it around, not that Hector minded, letting you do as you please.

You were brought back to reality once your sore muscles hurt yet again, making you groan, letting go of the tendril and continuing in your way.

You took a turn towards the kitchen, poking your head in to have a look inside, only to be taken by surprise as you came face to face with Hector, who was not only savoring a waffle but also waiting for you, a gurgling laugh leaving him at your reaction.

You sighed, putting your hand on your heart as you calmed down. You swear Hector is gonna end up giving you a heart attack one of these days. "A sneaky bastard as always, I see." You only received a little hum in response before his interest was peaked at your things.

You looked behind yourself at the wrapped body, to the bags, and then at him. He was staring at you for permission, digesting the remains of his waffle more quickly.

"Did you do any bad?" You questioned playfully with a lifted eyebrow, and he shook his head frankly, giving you the best puppy eyes he could manage, already approaching. You chuckled, signaling with your head for him to proceed.

You watched as he crawled towards the body eagerly, being quick to take it with his fleshy limbs and pull it towards the living room, where most of his form rests.

You popped your shoulders and didn't dare to keep looking once Hector tore apart the plastic. The gruesome sight would've spoiled the sweets for you. "I brought more books. Surely you finished the ones I last gave you, right?" You asked, leaving the groceries at the table while listening to the supposedly happy gurgling with a smile.

You went looking for water in the fridge, finishing the drink with a relieved sigh, your throat thanking you very much. Putting the empty cup away, you take off your coat, throwing it to a chair only to stretch out yourself after, your back giving off a satisfying pop.

You glanced at one of Hector's eyes in the wall, which had been watching you in interest all this time. "Oh, yeah, try not to make much of a mess, okay?" You spoke out loud. "Because I can't keep stealing new carpets." You frowned, and thought of the last three carpets you got, all gone now, reduced to dust to erase evidence.

You pouted for a moment. They all looked so nice but the blood was hell to get off. It certainly pained you to see them go.. despite not spending much time around the living room due to your busy life.

"If you save our new carpet from getting dirty, I might get you...." You spoke slowly, a chuckle leaving you as tendrils slid closer from the side of your view in anticipation of your words. "An extra piece of cake!!!" You revealed the cake inside one of the plastic bags with a ta-da, hand hovering around it dramatically.

All eyes you could see had extended pupils, almost like a cat, a sequence of excited hums following action as they tried reaching for the sweet while you moved it away just in time. "Oh! Hey— come on now—!" You laughed, holding the cake the best you could away from Hector as his limbs latched onto your arms.

"Hey, hey, the first piece is mine. Don't even try." You shooed Hector away, placing the cake on the table while eyeing the creature suspiciously. It looked delicious, really, the Chantilly glistening in the light. You took off your gloves and the cover, sweeping off some topping with a finger, savoring the taste with a hum of delight, acting oblivious to the light push received from Hector, who was anxious to have a taste, too.

You poked the closest of Hector's tendrils before walking to the sink, washing your hands before anything. Behind you, squelches could be heard, and you deducted a little someone was trying to get a sneaky bite, if not already. You simply rolled your eyes, turning back, only to be met with Hector, who had already returned from the living room, his mass seated awkwardly in a chair and a knife already in his hands, an excited glint in his eyes as he waited for you.

"How helpful..." You mumbled out with amusement, drying your hands with a cloth and taking two plates for each before coming to divide the cake, taking the knife away from Hector.

He couldn't resist, coming closer and staring at the treat with pure interest. By the time you finished cutting, Hector was practically ready to pounce, shifting around agitatedly, and quickly taking his plate once you offered it.

He desperately needed a bath, drool dripping from whichever mouth was in your view, the blood covering his body definitely making you concerned about the state of the living room. As he was in no rush to savor his piece, you went to get a brief inspection of the room he was last in, quickly sighing in relief when there was no blood in sight except on Hector's body. He was on point like always. It almost made you excuse him from looking like a rabid animal at the moment.

You returned to the kitchen, taking your piece and inviting Hector to spend the rest of the day with you, taking the briefly forgotten caramels you brought in hand and throwing it to him as a gift. It was safe to say you both enjoyed the lunch.

Pillows were on the couch to help with your back pain as you cocooned your body with a blanket, an empty plate resting by the couch arm. Hector was back to his favored wall, entranced in reading the books you bought while savoring the sweets he had.

An entertaining movie played on TV, quiet so as not to disturb your company. A comfortable silence settled between you both. That is how what was left of the night was spent.

I took too long to post this. Also, did you like the banner? I didn't find a cool pic for it so i made one.

••● anyways, you can download and play the epic game here ●••

[vajazzly]

ok while summer came early chapter five is (still, im sorry, i KNOW) in the works ive been messing around with some b-sides, so, have some 18-year-old wolfstar being..... them.

(for the full experience please queue up chicago by sufjan stevens and press play at the line "the opening notes start to play")

Remus nods off twice at the diner in Toledo despite the cocktail of adderall and caffeine he’s been mainlining for the past few days, so Sirius is at the wheel when they finally pass the sign welcoming them to Chicago, which is really kind of anticlimactic - Remus is sound asleep with his head pressed awkwardly against the window and the sign is nothing special, plain green with nothing to distinguish it from all the other nondescript signs that came before it. Sirius lets himself bask in the moment anyway. Traffic is backed up for god knows how many miles, their AC is halfway to broken and he sweat through his t-shirt two hours ago, the highway is, honestly, particularly ugly - but they’re here. Chicago.

He manages to prod Remus awake after a respectable ten minutes of grumbling, but once he’s awake he sits up, too fast and banging his head on the roof of the car, rubbing at it while he stares out the window, blinking, turning back to Sirius with an eyebrow raised and a shit-eating grin.

“Oh no, it’s hideous.”

“Shut up! It’s - grab the CD, fucker!”

“The CD?”

“Yes, the fucking CD!”

“What CD?

“The - the fucking CD! The CD!”

“Oh, the CD?”

It occurs to Sirius then that Remus is fucking with him, which he thinks is a sign he needs to get them to the new apartment as soon as possible so they can both get some sleep. Remus laughs and rifles through the glove compartment as he groans and complains and rolls down the window to flip off a minivan that tries to cut him off, shouting garbled nonsense as they speed off - traffic is inexplicably going faster as they approach downtown, and really that doesn’t make any sense and it means Sirius is shouting at Remus to hurry the fuck up, no, not that song, keep skipping, for God’s sake -

The opening notes start to play just as the skyscrapers of downtown come into view, and then Remus is cranking the stereo up as loud as it’ll go and craning his neck to stare out the window with his jaw hanging wide and Sirius is trying to do the same while also making sure they don’t crash and die on I-90, and it’s not really the best view and it’s still too fucking hot and Sirius hasn’t slept in two days, but all the same he opens his mouth as the opening lyrics start to play and something intangible clicks into place.

I fell in love again

All things go, all things go

Remus rolls down his window and the wind whips at their hair, blowing all the strays that have fallen out of Sirius’s ponytail directly into his eyes and he almost tells Remus to roll it back up, you fucking fuck - but then Remus is sticking his head out with that brilliant toothy smile of his, belting the lyrics -

Drove to Chicago,

All things know, all things know

Everything they own is stuffed into every nook and cranny of the Forester Remus bought five days ago off of some elderly woman in Jersey, and they made a thing of it, just the other day on their last night in Alphard’s apartment, deleting all the phone numbers of all their friends and teachers and social workers in New York until only three remained - each other, Marlene, and Dorcas, whoever they turn out to be, faceless names they’ll be sharing a kitchen, a TV, a brand new life with. It’s exhilarating. Untethered, unmoored except for each other, Sirius has never felt safer, more alive, more free - like New York was dead weight he’s been dragging around that’s suddenly been lifted off, and he imagines for a moment that the sweat on his back is the imprint it’s left, soon to fade into nothing. 

There’s a lot to worry about once they reach the new apartment. Bills, and jobs, and shaping themselves into something more - something that’ll last. There’s a ring on Remus’s finger, a cheap, tarnished thing he nicked from a thrift store when the clerk wasn’t looking. It’s not the real thing, not quite yet, but it is a promise, a future, a clear path forward into the unknown, together. All they need, really.

[rayslittlekitten]

I Almost Told You That I Loved You Ch 14

Chapter 13 | IATYTILY Masterlist | Chapter 15

A/N: Look y'all. This is a bit of a hot mess. I mean, it's supposed to be, but like, it's a hot mess. Had to carefully walk a very thin line with how I wanted Jax to come off. This hasn't been beta'd.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 1,956

Pairing: Jax Teller x F! reader

Plot: This takes place shortly after Tara leaves Charming. You start working at Teller-Morrow and an unlikely and messy relationship forms between you and Jax.

WARNINGS: non-con/dub con elements, oral sex (M receiving), protected P in V sex, fingering, triggering momenets, degradation, humiliation, name calling, face slapping, angry Jax, anxiety

This feels all too familiar, except this time you know what’s bothering him. You can’t seem to have a drama-free night out with him in this smalltown.

“Are you okay?” you look over at Jax who clearly still looks pissed as he’s driving.

“I’m fine,” he grits. “But that asshole better hope I never see him again, because I won’t be so courteous next time.”

“Forget about him. You’ll just give him the satisfaction and prove him right.”

“About what? That I’m a thug? That I’m some stupid, low life criminal? I’ll make him regret his words,” he growls.

“Exactly!” you exclaim.

“So you think I’m stupid too? Not classy enough to eat in a place like that?” he accuses.

“No, that’s not what I meant!” You shake your head.

“You just agreed with–”

“No, I’m on your side Jax, but by acting out, you’re just giving him what he wants.”

He just continues to look ahead with a scowl on his face, gripping the wheel until his knuckles are white. He’s shaking his head while still seeing red, and you don’t mean the traffic light.

After a few quiet moments, you reach over to his lap to put your hand over his.

“Hey.”

Jax looks down at your hands and then over at you.

“You’re better than those people,” you tell him. “You’re the prince of Charming and one day you’re gonna be the king and then you’re gonna be the one looking down your nose at them,” you state as-a-matter-of-factly.

Jax studies you while waiting at the light, taking in your words also as his eyes scan your face and body. 

It almost frightened you how that just so quickly and smoothly came falling out of your lips. Years of having to praise and stroke your ex’s ego is so ingrained in you, that you didn’t even have to think about it. It was a reflex. Your heart is now racing and adrenaline is pumping waiting for his reaction.

“You’re right,” Jax nods, smirking. “That guy is probably on our payroll and he doesn’t even know it,” he chuckles.

You smile and let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“What a fucking idiot,” he shakes his head. 

You relax back into the seat looking straight ahead, relieved his mood has eased up. Your head jerks back to him for a moment when you feel him gently squeezing your fingers with his own and caressing you with his thumb. His eyes are focused on the road and can still see remnants of his hurt lingering on his face, but you smile at him anyways and give him a squeeze back.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you see him pull into a secluded area surrounded by overgrown weed and tall barb-wired chain link fences with a DO NOT TRESPASS: PRIVATE PROPERTY sign hanging from one of them.

“You’re gonna service the king,” he finally answers.

Once he parks and shuts the car off, he takes no time to smash his lips against yours while releasing his seatbelt. He hungrily sucks on your mouth and licks your tongue. His blonde beard scratched against your face so hard, you know it’s going to leave a burn.

You’re thrown off by this spontaneous makeout session. You knew sex was most likely happening tonight but not at this moment, especially after what had just happened at the restaurant. You can’t complain though. Horny Jax is much more pleasant than Angry Jax, although you’ve noticed sometimes there’s an overlap.

As one of his hands massages one of your breasts, the other works quickly to undo his belt and fly of his pants. You unbuckle your own seatbelt and turn your body towards him. After he successfully frees his hard cock, he jerks himself a few times, testing the rigidity of it. 

“You wanna be a good little cock whore for the king?” He asks after breaking the kiss.

Just as you nod, he fists your hair and pushes your face down to his crotch.

“Use that pretty mouth of yours,” Jax commands.

For a moment, you tense up, jarred by his sudden aggression, but you then push the tip of his thick cock into your warm wet mouth when you feel his grip on you loosen. You reposition your body so you’re kneeling on the seat to get a more comfortable angle and leverage. You start slowly, taking your time to lick and lube him up with your spit until he glides comfortably between your lips. You can feel him getting harder with each stroke. As you move up and down his length, he reaches behind you, pulls up your dress and palms your ass, rubbing it and giving it a squeeze. 

“Mm. Your mouth feels so good,” he moans and then starts thrusting his hips upwards.

His fingers slide over between your legs, teasing you through your underwear. You moan around his cock as you rock back against him. He pulls your panties to the side and dips the tip of his middle finger into your slick hole, feeling how wet you’re getting.

“You like sucking my dick, don’t you?” Jax asks rhetorically. “You get so fucking wet when my cock is in your mouth.”

He tilts his head to the side and looks down, watching his cock go in and out of your mouth. He gathers and bunches your hair to get a better view, but he also starts to move with you, his fist following you as your head bobs up and down. You hear him hiss and feel his grip tighten when you swirl your tongue around the rim of his tip.

His finger plunges deeper into you and you try to fuck him as you suck him harder, but he’s not allowing you to experience full penetration yet so you whimper. His ring is also in the way but you don’t even care if that goes in as well.

“Look at you,” he laughs. “So fucking needy. You really want this dick, don’t you?”

You pull him out momentarily and jerk him to look up at him and nod.

“Mm hm,” you answer, but your face is shoved back down to his crotch.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Jax asks.

You slip him back inside your mouth and start to deep throat him.

“Fuck,” he groans. 

He slips another finger inside you and starts pumping in and out of you, going in as far as your pussy would allow him. You clench around him and continue to deep throat him, coming up for air before you can gag. 

“You’re so good at this,” he praises you. “Do it again.”

You wrap your lips around his cock and dip back down to deepthroat him again, swallowing down as much as you can, eliciting a moan out of him. As you come back up, he pushes his hips up and holds your head down, preventing you from moving. 

“Fuck, yessss,” Jax throws his head back against the headrest and arches up against your face.

You end up gagging on his cock, one trigger hair away from choking on your dinner and spilling it all over his lap.

He eases the pressure and you instantly pull him out, taking a deep breath and a moment to gather yourself. 

He pulls his fingers out of you and grabs your chin. He tilts your head up towards him seeing your mascara-smudged misty eyes looking back at him. 

“You’re a queen,” he says as he drags his thumb over your shiny pouty bottom lip as he looks down on you, admiring your tear-streaked face. “My queen.”

A proud smile plays on your face.

“Queen of sucking dick,” he smirks and lets out a chuckle while slipping his fingers inside your mouth. 

You suck and lick on his fingers, tasting yourself like it’s your reward for being crowned this new position. You want to satisfy him and there can’t be any higher slot than a royal majesty.

“Now sit on this throne and ride me like the good little cock whore that you are,” he commands, pulling his fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your face and smearing your lipstick. He then smacks your face. It wasn’t hard, but the slap was as unexpected as realizing that you might have liked it. 

You sit up and reposition yourself. As you work to pull your panties off, you see Jax reaching into the glove compartment to pull out an opened box of condoms. He takes one out and tears it open before slipping it on himself. He adjusts his seat back to make room for you and pats his thigh.

You hike up your dress and straddle him, reaching down to grasp his hard cock you’re hovering over and align yourselves until you finally sink down. He groans and you start riding him, bouncing up and down on him, holding on to the back of the seat as leverage. 

Jax moves his hands under your dress to your ass. He palms it, squeezing hard with both hands while guiding you. This is the first time actually that you’re on top of him. He’s always been the one in the dominating position. Even still now, he is. 

When you lower yourself, he grips your hips and holds them down while pushing his up against you. A guttural noise slips out of him while trying to fit all of himself inside you. You can feel heavy pressure on your cervix and you stiffen up. You try to ease the discomfort, but he’s not giving you any breathing room.

“Jax…” You wiggle on his lap and try to push yourself off a bit again. “You’re too deep.”

“Is my dick too big for you?” he asks smugly. “Because you sure do take it well for a good girl.”

You instantly freeze up and feel your mushroom risotto threatening to come back up again.

“Don’t call me that.”

Jax’s eyes are on your face for a moment, confused.

“Good girl?” he asks with a raised brow. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck I–”

“No! Don’t fucking call me that!” You snap back and then quickly dismount yourself from him, moving back to the passenger seat.

Jax looks over at you and studies your face with knitted brows.

“What the fuck just happened?” he asks while you’re looking for your underwear.

When you find it, you pull it back on, but you never answer his question.

He silently looks down at his still hard cock and then back at you, trying to process what just happened.

“Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he apologizes. “I won’t call you that ever again.”

You glance over at him with crossed arms, clearly still upset, and make eye contact with him. He looks sincere.

“I promise,” he adds.

Jax notices your body’s defenses easing up as you look away.

“You alright?” he asks.

You simply nod.

“Hey,” he cautiously reaches over to gently grab your chin and turns your face towards him.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks again.

“Yeah,” you answer. “I’m sorry about that. Can we please go?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll drop you off.”

Jax pulls the condom off his limp cock, tossing it out the window and then pulls his jeans back up before starting up the car. 

“Can we go back to your place instead?” you suddenly ask. 

“Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly, looking at you intently.

You nod.

“That is, if I’m still your good little cock whore,” you bite your lower lip.

The corners of Jax’s mouth slowly turn up.

“My queen,” he praises as he reaches over to affectionately pinch your chin.

[boy-gender]

It’s the 3 year anniversary of my top surgery this month!! During pride month even!!

I wanted to I guess just talk about what happened to me? Give a story about a top surgery from start to finish for people looking to pursue top surgery to learn from? It’s gonna be long so, under the cut.

So I got top surgery in june 2020, right smack dab in the early-middle of the pandemic lockdowns. Nobody was allowed to be with me in the hospital or even visit me, and I couldn’t have my cellphone. The night before my fiance slept over to keep me calm, and also we had to leave at 4am because I was going to be the very first surgery of the day. I have cats, and he got a cat hair in his eye causing a massive allergic reaction. We had to extract it but his eye was so messed up that day he couldn’t drive, so I ended up taking him home and my mother in law brought me to the hospital. It was pretty lonely not being able to have him with me or communicate with anyone, and I was terrified I would get covid just from being in the hospital, but luckily I didn’t.

I showed up, checked in, and got situated in a prep area pretty quickly. They tell you to take your underwear off because sometimes people piss themselves while under anaesthesia, which I didn’t know and was horrified by the thought of. Sure you can go play around in my chest cavity but if I peed? I would have flatlined of embarassment on the table. At the end they don’t tell you if you peed or shit yourself or anything so at least if I did I will never have to know about it. In the prep area my surgeon drew on me with a marker to show what was getting taken away and what was going where. I was having a bilateral mastectomy with liposuction on the sides to remove sideboob, and I didn’t want my nipples back, which made her job easier. Within an hour they wheeled me in, told me to count back from 10, someone said goodnight to me and then I was gone.

Several hours later I woke up crying and sweating and insanely hot. I could barely speak, and a nurse was yelling at me because I wouldn’t stay awake. Apparently I had woken up and gone back to sleep several times, but I don’t remember any of that. I must have been able to communicate that I was hot because someone was feeding me ice cubes, but they wouldn’t take the blankets off me and I couldn’t move to push them away. I felt like a helpless child. It was awful. Powerful drugs, man.

My surgeon came in 10 minutes later to check on me after she finished cleaning up, saw how miserable I was, ripped the blanket off me, and yelled at the nurses for not listening to me. It was the first time a doctor had ever taken my side in something and defended me. I will always be eternally grateful for that. They transferred me to a bed, told me not to move around too much because of my drains, and gave me a landline to call home. It was somehow the afternoon, and I think I passed out again.

When I woke up it was evening and they said they were going to keep me over night because I had experienced some sleep apnea under anesthesia- it’s where you briefly stop breathing in your sleep and then start again/irregular breathing. They wanted to make sure if it happened again that they were right there, and also that I would stay on the oxygen tube in my nose. They also gave me this breathalyzer thing that you breathe into and it measures how much breath you breathe. They had me play with it every hour or so to help regain the strength in my lungs.

They (the nurses) also, expressly against my wishes, gave me opioids. I have violent moodswings on heavy painkillers (I got oxy for my wisdom teeth extraction...that was a nightmare). I warned them of this, I said I only wanted tylenol and I would deal with the pain (I wasn’t in any pain, I was just tired). They gave it to me anyways and lo and behold I had violently suicidal moodswings. Thank fuck I was bedbound and couldn’t move. I called my fiance repeatedly throughout the night rapidly shuffling between suicidal and manic. In the off time I was stuck watching 90 day fiancee. It was the only tv channel available.

The next morning I ignored most of the advice they gave me, getting up to go to the bathroom on my own and walking around the hospital floor just to show them that I could. They weren’t going to let me leave until I peed and could ambulate on me own, so as soon as I was awake I did laps just to get them to discharge me. My surgeon okayed it, though I think she was surprised and concerned at the voracity with which I wanted to leave. I didn’t want to stay and have them drug me again.

I went home- it was a Wednesday- and my poor fiance was such a trooper. He picked me up in a car full of stuffed animals for me to cuddle and took me back to my parents house, got me settled, got me a smoothie from mcdonalds. I think we scared the person at the drive thru because I was a haggard corpse in bandages with suction cups of bodily fluids hanging at my sides. Oh well. That week my fiance had started a new job two hours away from our homes and had to commute back and forth, leaving early as fuck to go to work and then coming back to take care of me at night. He moved into our new apartment that Saturday without me (I couldn’t be transported) and with the help of our dear friends. That week sucked.

During the day my mom helped me. Made me food, got me drinks, helped me change my drains, helped me clean myself. I’m lucky we have a bath tub- I was able to sit in a few inches of water and very carefully wash myself without getting my bandages wet. I have autism; my two most prominent symptoms are that I can’t regulate my temperature and always run too hot, and I cannot stand the texture of sweat, being sweaty, or being hot. I constantly have to wash my face and hands like a little raccoon or I go nuts. I would not have survived going a week without showering in some form.

The drains were weird but not painful- you can’t feel them inside you. Everything is so swollen and nerve-damaged you don’t really feel much initially. You have to sleep on your back sitting up though, which sucks for us side sleepers. Invest in a neck pillow is my advice. I slept in my recliner/rocking chair.

I pushed to have my drains removed early, and after a week they were out. While at the appointment I touched a cactus in the lobby and got needles stuck inside me, which my surgeon delightedly told me “nobody has ever been stupid enough to do before.” She enjoyed it. My finger hurt lmao. She took the drains out and I was afraid I’d feel them moving under my skin but I didn’t- all I felt was a gush of warm liquid, like my armpit had pissed itself. Turns out one of my drains was clogged and that was my fluid shooting out all over me, the chair, and my doctor. She said it happens. Unlike patients touching the cactus.

After that I had no more follow up appointments and was on my own. You aren’t supposed to lift your arms over your head or carry heavy things for several weeks, but I ignored that after the two week or so mark. I don’t care about having stretched scars- I have so many scars over my body it doesn’t make a difference. Then I moved to the new apartment with my fiance, healed for a few months, endured the lightning strike shooting pains of my nerves reattaching for the first half year, and found to my amusement that I could still “feel” my nipples but that the spot that felt like nipple would move around from day to day as my nerves misfired. This is still true and still funny to me.

And that’s pretty much it. I had no complications, though because of the lipo and no nipples my scars are large and unusual and almost bisect my torso. My plans are to continue strengthening my chest wall and get the whole thing tattooed, which is why I didn’t want nipples again. They’re in the way of the tattoo design. It’s gonna be a vampire castle with bats flying out in front of a full moon, and a spooky forest below the cliffs.

[shoutascoffeepot]

Chapter Two: Strawberries, Cherries, and Everything Sweet

The Art of Deception: The Deadly Dance - Series

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Female Original Character

Themes: Mafia, psychological, age gap, cultural differences.

!!!Trigger Warnings!!!: Age gap, sexual implications, gun usage, deep talk, kidapping, controlling, smoking, drugs.

“So, Shouta, you’ve kidnapped a woman because you liked how ‘catty’ she was?” Hizashi repeated with a smirk after he heard the rumors. The tired long haired man only puffs out of his cigar, smoke engulfing his sharp features. 

“Precisely. And my intentions aren’t--”

“Aren’t what? We’re in the mafia, we are the bad guys in any story.” Hizashi interrupted with a snicker of disbelief. 

“My intentions aren’t to use her.” Shouta finished his sentence unfazed. 

When Lilith woke up in a freezing room, hair in a mess and in a bed harder than what she’s used to. She only thought she was in her apartment. She hasn’t processed what happened until a maid woke her at ten sharp with knocking before she entered the room Lilith was laid in. The room had coal walls and white decor on the ceiling, gold antiques and coincidentally, all her things seemed to be around this strange room. 

Her throat cramped in dread, memories recollecting briefly as her eyes set on the strange servant again, jaw clenched. 

“Ojou-Sama, you are called for brunch with Eraserhead-Sama.” She bowed at Lilith, her light brown hair -dyed- was tucked into a neat bun. 

“O-Okay…?” Lilith asked, still confused. 

“I shall escort you in an hour's time, he has brought for you clothing options,” Another woman dressed like her came in with a roller rack, this one was a blonde with outgrown roots, “you could choose from.” 

The blonde set up the stopper on the wheels with her toe then hurried next to the brunette, whispering something in her ear, to which the brunette nodded. 

“Ojou-Sama, do you have any preferences for brunch? Or allergies?”

Lilith was sat up now, on the verge of panicking, she was kidnapped the first night she had in Japan, fucked up right away. 

“I have a walnut allergy.. I would like..” Her mind clouded with too many things as she trailed off to the sound of scribbling of the blonde on the note. 

Lilith scratched her head, her best option was to obey and not fight with this dangerous guy. He has a gun. A lot of men with guns.

“An egg sandwich with ketchup.” She sighed. The blonde and brunette looked at each other, questioning the weird tastes of the foreigner. 

She got up, going to what she assumed was the bathroom, all her stuff was there, they must’ve brought her stuff while she slept. How come they didn’t wake her? She was quite the light sleeper. 

It’s sort of her fault, she thought, she should’ve not tried being cool by sneaking in to only get a closer look at the man. Especially since they looked shady, curiosity killed the cat, and the adrenaline carried her here. 

After showering, washing her face, doing her skincare, drying her hair, she put on some concealer and mascara, she also found her colored lenses, put in the tan ones. Then she just put Clarins lip oil in cherry. One last look at the mirror before looking at the dresses, yeah, that looks appropriate for brunch. 

Exiting the luxe bathroom to her main room again, she skimmed through the options of clothes. They were all dresses. Did he plan on doing something? One was a tight white dress with scrunchy poofs on the off shoulder. The Second was an ugly orange pattern dress with noodle straps. The third was a pink tight dress with long airy sleeves. The last seemed most tolerable if it weren't for how tight and short. 

She wore the pink one, perfuming herself and flipping her fluffy black hair back to look at herself before the brunette woman came by again. “Are you ready?”

“Do you have nude stockings?” She questioned. 

Shouta waited impatiently by the gardens in a little terrace that had flowers decorated to look ‘grown’ onto the pillars. His creme button up had the first three buttons undone, and his ebony hair pulled back to a messy bun, his hair was also fresh, unlike last night, gelled back to hide the fact he hadn’t washed it. 

He was getting impatient, tapping his feet but soon enough his captive came. His eyes shot to Lilith’s form, she chose the pink dress huh? Fuck; it hugged her all in the right places, he eyed her walking over and taking a seat across him. 

“Good morning.” Her voice soft as she settled down. 

“Good morning to you..?” He questioned. “Your name?”

“Lilith.”

“Shouta Aizawa.”

It surprised him, she’s so tame after putting up such a fight last night? He glanced over her plate, isn’t that an egg sandwich? Is that ketchup inside? He furrowed his brows. 

“Lilith, who eats egg and ketchup?” He asked unamused while biting his own egg roll, her face once composed and angelic now scrunched as she bites into the sandwich. Unhinged. Almost making him choke on his food. 

“What?” She scolded, squinting as he coughed, he glanced at her again, ketchup on her nose and the corner of her mouth. Her glossed lips no more. 

“I’m making this easier for both of us so don’t expect me to fake anything, I can be whatever I want and right now I’m hungry. And this egg sandwich is gonna be messy.” She argued. 

He chuckled, amused, what a strange one she was, was she being obedient or is this an act? He couldn’t tell. Yet he kept pondering as he had his coffee, black with nothing in it. When he raised his gaze again after a good sip she had finished her sandwich, wiping her face with the napkin.

“Fast..” He commented. 

“Am I fast or are you slow?” She got her fork and reached out for the fruit platter, stabbing the strawberry, she couldn’t tell they were fruit kebabs and she broke the strawberry. 

“Are you blind?” He asked, not knowing if he’s amused or irritated. 

“In fact I am, I have minus three vision and I don’t wear my glasses because I look like a nerd in them and lenses aren’t comfortable.” She explained. 

He grabbed a fruit kebab, standing up and pulling his chair next to her, and sat down again. She reached out to grab the fruit kebab but he held her wrist. 

“You’re blind.” He stated then offered the skewer to her mouth, she opened up and bit on the strawberry. She then proceeded to rip it off the skewer and eat it whole. 

“It’s sweet.” She commented, slightly surprised. 

“Are the strawberries you’ve had not sweet?” He debated. 

“I’ve always had bland or rotten strawberries, but I love them nonetheless.” She responded. 

“If I had a rotten or bland fruit, I might just quit eating it.” 

“But then you’d miss out on the good ones. In a pack there might be one of the sweetest ones between rotten ones.” 

“It’s a waste.” 

“It’s a chance I’m willing to take.” 

Are we still talking about strawberries? 

“Interesting.” He reached for his coffee, chugging half of it. 

She got her lip oil and reapplied it. He watched intently as the applicator swiped on her pink lips, glossing them red. Lilith noticed him staring and gave him the applicator. 

He sniffed it. 

Smells like cherry candy. 

“Did you just sniff it?!” She wheezed. 

“What am I supposed to do with it?!” He complained. 

“I don’t know! But you looked weird!” She laughed. 

He had a soft smile, he could get used to this strange one. She eventually calmed down and that's when he dropped his smile, poker-faced again. 

“So, weird dangerous man who brought me here against my will…” She started. 

“What do you want from me?” She continued, boring her doll eyes at him. 

He clenched his jaw, clicking his tongue. “Well, you’re the one who came to me, what do you want?” He countered. 

“I would like to leave.”

“Not happening, anything else?”

“I need to attend my college.” 

“Maybe I’ll think about it.” 

“Where is my phone?” 

“Not with me.” 

“Where is it?” 

“You didn’t have it.”

“Is my friend safe?” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay….” She thought deeply of more questions to annoy him with. Meanwhile he brought out a pack of marlboro and lit one cig up, breathing deep and letting the smoke out from his nose. 

“My turn,” Shouta spoke, leaning his head back. “Why did you come to me?” 

“I know the answer, I thought you were attractive. Bingo.” She had a victorious smile, making her captor chuckle. 

“Then like a good girl, you’ll deal with the consequences of your actions.” He gazed down on her. 

“What if I don’t want to?” Her once doll curious eyes turned to siren, challenging ones. 

He stood up, tipping her chair back with his dress shoe, holding the back with one hand as she gasped, helplessly looking at him. His free hand with the cigarette, taking a smoke. “You’ll do what I tell you to.” He blew smoke on her face, she breathed heavily.

Why does she disappoint herself like this?

“Cat’s got your tongue?” He smirked. 

She shook her head lightly, to let her bangs fall out of the way of her face. Flushing lightly as she gathered an answer. 

“I don’t do favors. You’ll have to earn my trust. And that, my fine sir, is mission impossible.” 

“I like me a challenge. If I wanted someone easy I could’ve just hired someone.” He smoked again and she braced herself; anticipating him blowing on her face again, staring at the cig as it left his lips again. 

Such a disappointment, he breathed through his nose and propped her chair back with a thud. 

“So I am a captive here?” Lilith looked at the man with shame that she held for herself. 

“More of a guest if I do say so myself.” He lightly knitted his brows, how could someone change moods so fast? 

The air they breathed now seems to be the density of honey. Her heart pounded, what was this bluff she’s playing? Until when is she going to be here? 

He noticed it, pressing the remains of the cig on her plate to put it out. “Come with me.”  He held out his hand. 

She took it, and only then did he notice how much she’s shaking. Not much of a tough shell was she? 

Strolling out of the terrace on the cobblestones the garden’s aesthetic began to slowly switch the farther they went. From European sweetness to a measured, dynamic traditional Japanese garden with Shishi-Odoshi and little rivers that seemed clearer than the sun of her hometown now that she thought of it. 

“Now Lilith, I sure do have a question.” Shouta spoke as they reached a gun practice point with hay targets. He got his pistol out, attached a silencer then handed it over to her. 

Shit. 

She thought. 

She looked at him, not taking the pistol. 

“Why don’t you kill me?” He asked, taking her hand and giving her the pistol. “Push this part to load the gun.”  He explained as the empty bullet fell with a clink. 

“Now that it’s loaded–” He pulled her close, gun to his chest and her face aghast. 

“I don’t want to.” She breathed heavily, fighting against his grip as she felt her pulse in her head; she was so scared. 

He laughed and pressed over her finger, on the trigger with the clink of the empty bullet.

She felt the bullet be shot as he jerked back with the force before she screamed at him. “NO–” 

“And that’s why, you wear your vests.”  He let go of her and she noticed that there was no blood. 

“Now, if it was another man, that would be a problem. You should be able to protect yourself if anything I wasn’t there.”  He stepped closer again. 

She squinted at him, pistol still in her hand.  “Right, what makes you so sure I wouldn’t catch you off guard and kill you?” Swinging at him with the weapon. 

“Didn’t you sort of show how much you wouldn’t like that?” He chuckled, standing behind her and making her hold the pistol properly, aiming at the target of hay. 

“Keep your posture straight, arms should both be arrows to where the force of the bullet is going, and depending on how far the target, you raise the tip of the gun a milli higher” He instructed, one hand on her arm and the other her wrist. 

His first hand wandered down, straightening her posture by her side then resting gently over her hip curve.

“Now.” He calmly started, but the trigger was already pulled, the haystack jerking as flyaways went into the air. The shot went straight through the heart. 

“Ahh~ Must be my luck~!” She chimed in happily. 

Then turned to him, pointing the gun to his chin. “Keep your filthy things. Away from me.” With that sneer, she peeled her body away and walked to the river decor, touching the cool water. 

He detached the silencer and put the gun in his jacket. Instead he pulled the marlboro box from earlier, into the bite of his teeth the butt of the cig goes and alight it goes. Deep breath, look at the sky and breathe out with closed eyes. Shouta then went to her, touching her shoulder. He wanted to know more about her. He needed to know the reason before the two-faced act. 

“My favorite color.. is this sort of pink.” She picked out a carnation, baby pink. 

“I supposed that’s what you tell someone you like, not hand them a gun.” Lilith spat, her thick brows crease in the middle. 

He stood before her, two feet away, and leaned in after taking a smoke, about to say something, she leaned in thinking it’s a secret. 

He puffed smoke from his lips over her face. 

I don’t know if I should be turned on or offended.

She thought to herself. 

“Mine’s black.” He observed her lips turn to a fine line of offense but could also see her cheeks reddening over her pale yet golden complexion. 

What ethnicity was she? 

He wondered. 

Who eats egg and ketchup and has pretty girls with the perfect shade of pale that doesn’t look too sickly and pretty deer eyes? 

He looked her down as she seemed fuming at him, he blew on her face again with smoke. 

And one hell of a body. 

Shouta’s train of thought came to a spot. He figured out her act. Her name can’t be that, could it? 

Doesn’t fit the picture to him. 

Deep talk about strawberries, liking pink, exotic features… Not quite to his taste of what ‘Lilith’ would be. 

She just stood there and finally muttered one thing: “Knock it off.” . 

If she was cavalier, and a spoiled one, she wouldn’t give hints during the conversations. Was he reading too much into it? Is it a change of culture? What does he know? She might get the looks from her mom but have a European father. 

He wants to know now.

[multi-mess-au]

To continue where we left off…bendy just got shot out of the van and sent flying right out of the side of the van last thing he saw was someone with a cup for a head with water hair.

The scene fades in bendy is still a bit crispy from getting exploded but in the distance, Flowey can be seen looking distraught and freaked he was the one who flipped the van but he wasn't attempting to flip it so badly. Flowey's vines wrap around Bendy’s wrist and waist pulling him to Flowey Bendy is still unconscious of the impact of the blast Flowey wants to get away from the location where the impact happened because he knows something that we don't know, people are moving toward them he quickly moves him and bendy into the forest when they are far enough away they hide behind some trees catching a breather. As they were catching a breather a creature came into being right in front of Flowey and Bendy it was short and wearing sunglasses and a short bowtie it smiled at Bendy and Flowey this was “Anon” a being that travels different universes, it just raises a question of different types of people it meets and when it comes to exploring this universe it explains how it wants to ask questions at random durations of time and it doesn't have to be just them even other people Flowey is the only one present in front of Anon, Flowey is shaken up about almost killing his new friend and is confused but in the corner of his eye he sees Bendy healing his burn marks slowly Bendy is absorbing his blood to heal himself even his hair is growing back to its normal length most of his burns are already gone he slowly regains his conscious he just stared blankly at Anon “w-who are you..?” Flowey cuts him off with a squeeze hug but then out of nowhere a green blade is shot at them bendy quickly Dodges accidentally kicking flowey away so he also Dodge but unlike Bendy who does not have a scratch on him one of flowey’s petals is cut into two. Everyone is on the ground looking up at the person who shot at them and it's that person with the cup for a head with water hair…

The bullet flies past them hits a tree and cuts it in half the tall oak wood tree starts tumbling down on them “On shit” everyone scatters they start running away from the tree bendy has to grab flowey before also running “What the hell is your problem?!” yelled Bendy as he ran away “Oh shut up I was being cautious I saw you go throw your own blood and come back on the other side of a wall! You're a demon aren't you?!” yelled back the cup person. run back to the road, unfortunately, running into the local police everyone panicked and ran to one of the officers' cars and jumped in a rough sheriff truck they pressed hard right on the petal and sped off onto the highway as the other policemen chased after them one was panicking the cup person reveals himself “ok look my name is Cuphead and ever since I got here people have been trying to get me” said the nervous cuphead as he drives away from the cops. As they're driving away the cops quickly catch up, Cuphead seeing this grunts “damn it there on our tail ok ok ok… flower take the wheel” as cuphead says that he gets out of the driver's seat and gets in the back “u-uh ok?!” said flowey before quickly going into the driver's seat and trying to drive Bendy is getting worked up and got shot at by Cuphead he's the reason we’re in this mess “Oh great what are you doing now huh?” asked Bendy. “Shut up and let me work,” Cup makes 5 playing cards appear and then slaps them crushing them in his hands but then slowly Cuphead’s head starts twitching he leads his head down aiming at the other cops then his head starts rapidly spinning and a big blue beam is shot out hitting the other vehicle’s that we��re chasing them while also boosting their speed.

As they fly away the beam shoots very hard blasting them into the air “DUDE DUDE DUDE DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!? YOU CAN SHOOT BEAMS?! THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!” said the freakout bendy. The boost is short tho they all panic bendy I looking out the window freaking the hell out while Anon is looking out the window as well flowey he's crying as they slowly head back down on the ground the car drives headfirst into it.

Every is flown as the impact of the blast makes them fall luckily no one is killed or even hurt after a few minutes of relaxing their nerves they get out and look around. “Ok, now where the hell are we?! huh!? Where in the middle of a damn city!” yelled Bendy in a not-so-friendly tone. “OK look we lived, right? Now all we need to do is find shelter..not hard right?” asked flowey. “Easy for you to say this cup bitch’s head is too big we’ll get caught efficiently!” said Bendy. “Ok, I don't need that disrespect I just saved us!” said Cuphead. “Yeah and at the same time, you almost got us killed 2 TIMES!!” said Bendy. “ENOUGH!!” Everyone shuts up at flowey’s yell “I may be tiny but I can tell everyone is freaked and stressed we need to go because it’s clear you both were caught by ‘The Inside’ and I know they work they try the hardest to find the captured” bendy looks at flowey shocked. “The inside..? Who are they?” asked Bendy but Cuphead cuts in “The Inside is an organization that captures creatures that we're sent to this dimension... Umm so let me clarify a whole year ago on a random day the planet just started shaking rumours spread around that the planet was gonna explode but then out of nowhere two massive portals appeared one in Paris and one in the North Pacific Ocean and these creatures and monster these beings busted out of these portals everyone thought it was an invasion but no the creatures were shocked and scared everyone panicked they ran some fought in self-defence but it wasn't just their over the year some portals started appearing all over the world the governments couldn't handle these new beings coming so all of them funded into an organization to help them the Inside organization and they started to round up all these creatures they used clever robots and mechanical properties to capture them but that's all I know they're extremely secretary about this the captured are taken and never seen again..” explained clubhead in perfect detail. Bendy and flowey can only sit in silence before flowey asks a question “b-but how do you know all of this?” “what do you mean? I read the article about this I used a TV machine (laptop) to find out but of course, you don't know Flowey I bet you just hid didn't you?” said Cuphead. Flowey looks down in defeat bendy looks scared “So.. you’re telling me… is when I was in that can I was getting taken away?” asked Bendy. “Mhm..I was in that Van as well but like the flower said we’re probably getting hunted so we got to go..” said Cuphead.

Both flowey and Bendy agreed they carefully went through alleyways hiding from sight as they made their way across the city both Bendy and Cuphead were the most cautious about where they were going before stumbling into an abandoned studio they sighed with relief knowing they had a safe place to stay.

[puckngrind]

Vera: Summer exchange - N. MacKinnon

Well, this is my first exchange and I'd like to thank @antoineroussel for putting this together. I wrote this for @crosbyscurls and I hope you like it. I tried to add your favorite in here without actually writing him. haha.

This fic is set post-Stanley Cup win 2022. Features OC, Vera and recent Stanley cup champ, Nathan.

The POV changes throughout and is noted by the characters names.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Sid (yeah, that's only a warning for me)

Word count: 3k

Summer 2022

-+Vera+-

I was attempting to zone out and take a nap next to the pool.  My best friend, Keshia, came with me to the exclusive resort partly as a distraction and partly to celebrate graduating.  We had been best friends since suffering through Economics 101 Freshman year then became roommates while finishing our four years at University of Colorado in Denver.  She was trying her best at the distraction aspect but all I could think about was how I had no plan for what to do next with my life and the lovely pool of sweat gathering on my lower back.

“I swear the sun is hotter here.”  Keshia’s voice broke through my inner thoughts.  She was sipping on whatever the sexy bartender she was clearly hitting on mixed up for her.

“We are at the equator, Kesh.  Seriously, that history degree is really helping you out there, isn’t it?”  The sass dripped over every word as I peered at her from under my wide brimmed hat.  She did in fact have a history degree while I switched from a business degree to art history sophomore year after spending most of my non-class hours in the studio.  I didn’t necessarily need to create the art but I loved being around it.  Learning how it came to be and the story behind the piece.  Switching from the very safe business field my father had insisted I go into to the unstable and unpredictable career path I had chosen was exactly why I was laying at this gorgeous resort with my best friend.  I was also, in fact, very much heart broken.  The trip was planned with the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.  When he ended it very unexpectedly right before graduation, Keshia decided my dream of going to the Maldives before we parted ways in different cities was exactly what we would do.

“We are here to distract the hell out of you, Vee, so why don’t you take a look around at all the eye candy we have to choose from.”  She moved her tone arm as if she wanted me to select from an array of desserts.  I shifted my upper body to look around.  I scanned the surrounding area and my eye caught sight of what I’m sure couldn’t be.  Nathan.  There was no way he would be here.  He just won the Stanley Cup.  I was sure he would head home from Denver after the celebrations.  I shook my head knowing I must’ve been seeing things.  He broke my heart right before the playoffs started.  The arrival of my denim jacket the girls all ordered absolutely sent me over the edge which was when Keshia got to planning this trip to get me out of Denver and out of my head.  She even used her trust fund to pay for everything which I admently tried to stop her at every step of the planning process.  I would’ve been happy going anywhere but she knew the Maldives was the dream even if the man I was dreaming it with wasn’t here.

“The heat is messing with me.”  I shifted up on my lounger quickly.  “I’m going to cool off in the water for a minute.”  I pointed to the area only feet from her and she nodded in approval.

+-Nathan-+

I finally found Sid and Kathy at a cabana near the pool.  Kathy was stretched across a lounge chair in the sun while Sid was sitting up behind her, his feet placed under her chest.  Why the fuck was I the third wheel with them always was beyond me!  Sid insisted I joined them to celebrate my first cup.  Honestly, I think he wanted someone to work out with while Kathy hit the spa.  

 “Hey.”  Sid didn’t even look up from his book when I plopped down next to him.  I was attempting to figure out how to stretch out my very pale legs to catch some of the sun Kathy was laying in when she moved her legs slightly. 

“Thanks.”  I mumbled.  They were like my older siblings, honestly.  Knew me better than most.  

“Have you two gotten in the pool yet?”  I attempted to start some sort of conversation.  Sid was the king of letting silence happen but when it was quiet, I started to think about shit I did not want to think about.  The playoffs was a good distraction from thinking about-

“Is that Vera?”  Kathy’s voice shattered through my internal monologue.  She was sitting up slightly and nodded at the pool.  I swallowed hard and attempted to look in the direction she was motioning looking for the milk chocolate skin I knew every inch of.  Sure enough, there she was, leaning against the side of the shallow end of the pool.  Water dripped down the end tails of her bikini top as she was chatting with Keshia.  I tried to steer my brain from remembering untying those same end tails in the hot tub during all star break.  Fuck.  I cleared my throat and realized Kathy had gone back to laying her head down while Sid was staring into my soul.

“I guess that could be her.  Not sure how…”  I stopped talking.  Lost in thought of how I told her we needed to go our separate ways.  Knew she wouldn’t take the internship in New York if we were together.  I focused on the playoff run which was easy to do.

“You should go talk to her.”  Kathy didn’t move her face but was clear as day from her tanning position.

“Nah.  I should leave her alone.  She wouldn’t wanna talk to me anyway.”  I glanced back up to see her dipping back in and lifting up slightly on the pool’s ledge.  My thoughts were going to be the death of me.

“Maybe you should.  I still think you love her.”  Kathy answered.

“I had my reasons for leaving.”  I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose willing my dick to stop acting on its own accord.  

“Still, Nate.”  Kathy elbowed Sid which made me chuckle.

“Your brain may think leaving her was the best for both of you but your dick has other ideas.”  Sid dryly said, causing Kathy to pop up.  “Don’t you fucking dare woman!”  He ordered her as I adjusted myself.

“I was turning over darling.”  Kathy giggled.  “If Nate isn’t ready to go talk to Vera, he doesn’t have to.  Even though I was pretty sure they would take the walk down the aisle before us.”  Her jab made me laugh out hard and loud.  She was the only person who could get under Sidney Crosby’s skin and I loved her for it.  Sid grumbled under his breath as I took a moment to look at Vera again.  She was staring straight at me.  Holy fucking hell what do I do?  My first thought was to wave, then I thought I should go say hi.  Kathy kicked my legs off to the ground making my decision for me.

“Stop being awkward Nathan and go at least say hi.”  She pushed at my calf muscle then gave a look to Sidney.

“Yeah, maybe at least acknowledging that you see each other is best.”  Sid nodded.

I got to my feet and looked to see which way would be easier to head over to her.  She had jumped out of the water.  That perfect ass was on full display as she leaned over Keshia.  I started walking around the pool, my head down as I focused on attempting to keep it cool.  I looked up to see Keshia sitting alone and Vera almost to the resort doors.  Was she really running from me?

“Nate?”  I heard Keshia’s voice faintly as I took off.  I would not run and make a scene but damn it I was going to at least say hi.  My long strides allowed me to get to Vera before she hit the doors to the hotel’s main area.

“Vee, wait!”  I wasn’t even sure I said it out loud but then she turned towards me.  All those feelings that I suppressed for almost three months came rushing over me catching my tongue as those gorgeous caramel eyes met mine.  She was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set my eyes on.  The memory of the day we met when I was doing a team charity function at the studio she was working at came flooding back.  She stopped me in my tracks then too with how stunning she is.  Not like the over make-uped, fake everything girls that throw themselves at myself and my teammates whenever they can.  No, Vera was natural in every way and it took me forever to prove how absolutely attracted I was to her.  Yet it wasn’t her looks I fell in love with.  No, they were just an added bonus to the intelligent, funny, compassionate women that stole my heart.

“Well, this is awkward.”  She mumbled kicking at the ground.  “I’m just gonna…”  She turned away from me and my brain and mouth connected.

“No, please don’t!”  I almost shouted even though she was right there.  When she turned back around with that eyebrow up, I knew I only had moments before she would bolt.

-+Vera+-

For someone who crushed me into a million pieces just a few months ago, I should’ve slapped him and kept going towards my room.  I should’ve but there was something in his eyes, the way his muscles flexed as his eyes drank me in that made me cross my arms under my breasts and hear Nathan out.

“Nate, why are you here?”  I broke our silence finally.  There was an edge to my voice that even I was shocked when it emerged.

“Uh, well, I… I was gonna ask you the same thing.”  He started awkwardly moving his hands around.  “Sid and Kathy convinced me to come.  Celebrate and all.”  He swallowed hard and I couldn’t help but watch that delicious Adam’s apple bob up and down.

“Yes, congrats on the cup.  I’m sure your parents are so damn proud.”  I attempted not to wince at the feelings rushing through me.  “Keisha and I are celebrating graduation before she bolts from Denver.”  Nathan’s calculated face shifted.  He looked down at me puzzled.

“Aren’t you bolting too?  Your internship should be starting soon, right?”  He rubbed the back of his neck and my eyes trailed the taunt muscles in his arm before staring into those gray eyes that sparkled blue in the sun.

“I’m staying in Denver.”  My voice didn’t even sound like mine.

“Wait, what?  I… you… New… fuck.”  For someone who spoke to the public on the regular, he wasn’t making any sense right now.  He shook his head as if to correct his brain.  “That internship was your in, Vee.  Why turn it down?”  There was the confident man I loved.

“Well, Denver offered me a temporary position that was the same as New York but I am getting paid.  Hopefully it turns into a permanent position.  You’d know that if you hadn’t–”

“If I didn’t smash both of our hearts by ending it.”  He interrupted me.  Wait, what did he say, both?  I felt the tears prick the side of my eyes.  No, I would NOT cry in public, because of Nathan Fucking MacKinnon.  Nope.  Damn.

I turned back towards the building.  “It was good to see you Nate but I gotta go.”  I moved quickly hoping he wouldn’t follow me.  He knew me enough to know that crying in public was something I could not handle.  Not one bit.  I took a breath once I reached our suite not realizing I was holding it while running away from Nate.  I needed to shower off not only the pool but the encounter.  The scalding hot water was only a temporary relief.  I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel then made my way throughout our suite.  Keisha didn’t hold out on this trip and while I hated her for it, I also loved the fact that she knew what I needed.  A knock on the door startled me.  I clutched my towel then realized it must be Keisha and she forgot her key.

“Forget your key, Kesh?”  I sang as I opened the door.  I almost dropped my towel when Nathan’s body engulfed the space, not my best friends.

+-Nathan-+

Lord help me, Vera answered the door in a towel and I was still just in my swim trunks that did very little to hide the raging hardon that sprung to life.  Her eyes were glued to mine and her mouth hung open.

“Can we talk?”  I found the courage to say, awkwardly clutching my wrist to avoid and attempting to think of anything non-sexual to control myself.

“Why?”  Her tone was hurtful.

“Because I’m sorry.  Because I’m a dumbass.  Because I did something I thought would help you but it hurt us both.  Because, damn it, Vee.  Because I fucking still love you and I hope the feeling is mutual.”  She didn’t say anything but moved to the side to let me in.  She motioned to the couch and shuffled herself with clothes in hand to the bathroom.  Shutting the door hard.  Not like I hadn’t seen her gorgeous body naked a million times over the years.  I dreamed about those curves of her hips and getting lost in those sexy as hell thighs she was so damn self conscious about but I loved biting the meaty flesh of.

“I’d thought you’d be home by now and I would be safe on this trip.”  She hadn’t fully emerged from the bathroom but opened the door.

“Sid thought I needed to celebrate.” I swear we had this conversation.

“Congrats, really.”  She moved to sit on the chair across from me.

“I wish you would’ve been there.”  I blurted out.

“Well, you made damn sure I wasn’t, didn’t ya?”  Feisty Vee was back and ready to fight.

“Look, Vera.  I’m a dumb hockey player who thought that you wouldn’t go to New York for that internship if I trapped you in Denver with me.  This life.  My life.  It doesn’t have to be yours.  You belong doing your art thing in one of the biggest cities with the most exposure you can.  I did this for you.”  I huffed out.

“For me?!?!”  She gripped the side of the chair.  “Why in the fuck would you not just talk to me?  This life.  Your life.  If you hadn’t noticed, Nathan, it was my life too.  We were doing life together.  You broke my heart for me?  For ME?”  She was pissed and I sat there knowing she wasn’t done.  “It would be easier to go to New York.  Not see your damn face everywhere I turned.  See the happy Nathan MacKinnon holding the damn cup he’d been dreaming about since he could remember.  Fuck, Nate.  You and our friends have enedated the city I love and part of me was so happy for you.  The other part wanted to throw up because I couldn’t handle it any more.”

“I’m..”  She growled at me and I stopped.

“Stop apologizing, Nathan.  We should be happy and on this trip in paradise together but you took it upon yourself to make a choice for us without consulting ME!”  Vera’s mouth was angry but there was something in her eyes that made me realize something.

“Could we try again?  Not go back to where we were, but start over?”  Would she even consider me worthy of her love again?  I don’t know.  We sat there in silence for longer than I had hoped.  I watched her process what I said.  She shifted her foot under her ass and I had to shift myself again so I didn’t look like I was only after one thing.  Finally she spoke.

“There is so much hurt, Nate but…”  There was a but and I bit my lip trying like hell not to interrupt her.  “But, while you hurt me, and that pain won’t disappear any time soon, I do still love your dumbass.”  I dropped to my knees and crawled like a child over to the chair she occupied.  My heart pounding in my chest that I’m sure she heard it.

“Vee?”  I placed my hands on the armrests.  She looked down at me with a look I knew too well.  She was hiding but there was some mischief in that caramel swirling around.  “Vee?”  I said again because I wasn’t sure her name actually left my tongue the first time.  “Baby, forgive me.  Let’s start over.  Let’s do this right.  Open communication.  None of my bullshit trying to save you from this hard ass life of the hockey world.  We take it on together.”  She placed a finger on my lips.  The spark flew through my skin as I stared up at her.

“Nathan Raymond, would you stop babbling.”  She snickered.  I was pouring my heart out.  Apologizing trying to win her back and she snickered at me.  I nodded and she pulled her finger away.  “I don’t want to start over.  I want to continue.  Yes, we need to be open and honest with each other.  Frankly, until you broke up with me I thought we had that.”

“We did.  I’m a fool.”  I closed my eyes realizing how foolish I really was.  “So?”

“So, do you have a room WITH Sid or alone?”  My eyes flashed open and her sinister grin was plastered across her beautiful face.

“I have my own room.  Why?”  I let my hand slide to her knee.  I missed her so much the contact took my breath away and it was just her knee.

“Because it Keisha comes back, I don’t need her seeing us fucking.”  I swallowed my tongue and Vera laughed.  “I’m still mad at you but you’ve been hard since our eyes met down at the pool and frankly I haven’t had a good orgasm since you left me.”

  “Sex isn’t the bandage we need to heal, Vee.”  Why was my mouth saying words my dick was angry about?  “Wait, you’ve had orgasms since we split?”  She giggled again.

“Sex doesn’t fix us but we are damn good at it.  My vibrating buddy isn’t the same.”  She stood and held out a hand to me.  She was right about us being good at it.  The woman knew how to make me a needy, wanting, mess of a man.  I stood.  Our bodies were so close that I could breathe her in again.  All coconut, vanilla, and pure Vera.

“How about I kiss you and we start there?”  I asked.  My hand started its way to her neck to pull her into me.  The nod she gave me was all I needed.  Our lips crashed together.  The months apart.  The hurt and pain was still there but the love was too.  Vera was everything.  She was my resting place.  My anchor.  I would kiss her forever if she let me.  She felt like home. My home. Forever.