#jem writes

[jem97-writes]

Chapters: 2/13 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club Members Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Time Loop, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, First Kiss, Tsukishima Kei is Bad at Feelings, Slow Burn, one sided slow burn i guess

Summary:

Tsukishima has already decided years ago that he doesn’t want anything to do with Valentine’s Day. He doesn’t like chocolate and he hates the awkward confessions he has to reject - because for some damn reason, he is very popular with girls. After everything goes wrong on Valentine’s Day, Tsukishima is just glad that it’s over. Until he wakes up the next morning and it’s February 14th all over again.

[jemjams02]

Mammon Relationship Stuff :p

no gender/genitals mentioned! contains NSFW

thank u anon for making me remember I have free will and can gnaw at my enclosure while Mammon stands on the other side of the bars, visibly afraid

Mammon constantly has his hands on you. He HAS to be touching you; a hand on the hip, arm around the shoulders, hand in the back pocket, etc. If it's not his hands, it's his whole body, he'll press against you just to feel you there

Speaking of hands, Mammon's are pretty! Perfectly manicured, and with many rings on his fingers. He often gives you one of his rings to wear! An innocent gesture in your eyes, but to him, it's just practice for when he gives you your own special ring (wink wink)

He can't say no to you. You don't even have to give him any puppy-dog eyes, he'll do pretty much anything the first time you ask! He's absolutely whipped for you, and would kill someone if you asked.

If he could, he would whisk you away to a secluded place forever. He wants you all to himself! He can't help his greed, ESPECIALLY when it comes to you. Anything you're willing to give him, he'll take and take, and sometimes he just wishes you could give him and only him your attention.

Not a sharer, and will consistently invite himself to your plans (especially the ones with his brothers). He has to make sure nobody tries to steal you away!

NSFW

Sex with Mammon happens almost every night, he honestly doesn't sleep very well without you bouncing on his cock for at least an hour before bed

Desperate to make you cum, whether it's in his mouth/on his face, on his cock, or inside him. He needs it, he's greedy for your pleasure, and sometimes will ignore his own hard-on to work your sex until you're crying and begging for him to fuck you properly

LOVES having you sit pretty on his cock! He loves using his demonic strength to push and pull you up and down his shaft; sometimes slow and teasing, and sometimes he bounces you on his cock with reckless abandon, loving the way you writhe and shake in his grip at his merciless pace.

LOUD LOUD LOUD this man cannot shut up once he's got you in his bed. If he's not yapping, he's moaning like a bitch in heat. You just feel so good!!! Constant streams of praise and compliments fall from his lips as you squeeze around him just right

Master of aftercare, he just needs a second to breathe. If you're up for it, he'll run a bath and soak with you for a while as he uses a warm washcloth on your more sensitive areas

Biter, absolutely a menace. Since Mammon made you his, you don't walk around without a few dozen marks on your body at any given time, it looks like you were attacked by a pack of wild dogs

Likes dressing you up all pretty for him, only to tear whatever cute lingerie/underwear he bought you to shreds. Likes seeing makeup get ruined by your tears as he makes you cum for the upteenth time, and he WILL have you wear jewelry (and only jewelry), his favorite color on you is gold, obviously

LOVES cumming inside, it fills him with a sense of satisfaction to see his cum filling you. He's claimed you, inside and out,

[aprill-99]

I always like the “who are they when they’re at home?” dynamic. It’s another point for sidekicks, siblings, love interests, and right hands I think. In stories and in life. I love the POV of whoever gets to see that because they have the ability to go:

“Oh sure, they’re the savior of all man kind/faerie princess/chosen one/lord of darkness/pop star/ pro athlete/aristocrat/wizard/ crime boss/high ruler. No one is saying they aren’t accomplished. What I am saying is that only one of us has ever walked face first in to a sliding glass door, and it sure as shit wasn’t me.”

[honeyyjems]

plague

content warning (s): blue lock spoilers, manga spoilers, mature language, mention/use of alcohol, hard dom!kunigami, public sex (party bedroom), unprotected sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, hate sex?, fear play, slight degradation, masochism, hair pulling, dirty talk, choking, manhandling, biting, mention of blood, overstimulation, use of pet name, bit of breeding and corruption.

summary: The breakup is eating you alive, Kunigami Rensuke plagues your body and mind even when he shouldn’t, the sweet and dirty memoires you have are all you have left. You miss him, but you don't want it to take control over you anymore. Maybe hooking up with a guy will get Kunigami out of your system. You really hoped it would because you don't know what you’ll do if it didn’t.

pairing: Wildcard!Kunigami Rensuke x fem!reader

word count: 4.2k

a/n: this is my first bluelock fic and i love kunigami so i hope to be adding some dirty yummy smut to this statue of a man. I've been reading to much dark romance books and seeing a dark kunigami triggered something deep within me *evil giggle*  also i want to tank my love kaitlyn for beta reading/editing <3

song (s) mentioned: ‘blue’ - kali uchis || ‘house of balloons’ - the weeknd

banner credit: made it myself ;)

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Three months

It's been three months since you’ve heard from him, since he showed up at your front door telling you that it was over, like it was nothing; absolutely nothing. He changed. His hair, build, attitude… but it was his eyes that startled you. They would shine when they looked into yours, but the ones you stared into were dull and devoid of light. The words that came out his mouth still haunt you when you have moments alone; Plaguing your mind and soul.

You still kept in contact with your friends that were Kunigamis. They treated you with nothing but kindness and support. When Reo finally explained what had happened in his last moments with Kunigami, a dark tension dawned on you. The way your blood went cold and your hands clammy; What had he felt in that moment? You were worried about him after Isagi and Chigiri told you their concerns on what might’ve happened to Kunigami in “Wildcard”. But that didn’t excuse his behavior towards you.

Soccer was something Kunigami had always loved more than anything, until you. You understood his priorities and never overstepped yourself; Encouraging him when he felt defeated. When Bluelock entered the picture, you pushed him into it. Although he would be away from you and everyone he held most dear, this was his chance to prove to himself he could be the soccer hero he’s always wanted to be. 

When he appeared on your doorstep three months ago, practically spitting in your face with the disgusting words, throwing you away, and the entire relationship, it was an utter shock. It was hard to move on, and you were trying your very best to keep everything together; However, today was the day you decided you really needed him out of your fucking system.

Dee’s voice brought you out of your head, “Are you fucking serious?” she exclaimed. The words that fell from your lips were a surprise to yourself but you needed this; You wanted this.

“Yes…” You paused and tilted your head. “I think so.” you replied. 

Dee’s eyes stared into yours, still processing, making a giggle escape your lips. Standing at the hood of Dee’s car, you turned and walked towards her driveway, hearing her shuffle behind you.

You threw your hand up, your back still faced towards her, “Don’t make me fucking regret it, Dee.” you teased. 

Dee scoffed, “Oh babe, you’ll thank me for it.”

Hearing Dee take out her phone to call up your friends to pregame for the party tonight, the sound bled into the background, covered by your racing thoughts. Kunigami has consumed you, in body and soul. When you touched yourself, it was his hands that trailed your body. It was his lips on your neck. His scent of cedarwood on your skin and clothes.

God fucking damn it.

All you wanted was the heartache and memories to go away. Maybe hooking up with a guy will get Kunigami out of your head. You really hoped it would because you don’t know what you’ll do if it didn’t.

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“Are you sure you're fine?” Chigiri asked for the ninth time tonight.

Bringing down the shot glass from your lips and letting it hit with a thump on the table, “Yes for the… how many times now?” You say with slight annoyance, using your fingers to mock count to Chigiri.

A laugh falls from his lips, “Okay, okay.” he says, bringing his hands up in defiance. Yours eyes meet his, everything that wasn't said could be said with just the look in his eyes. He hates that he knows the pain you still feel inside. Clearing your throat, turning to look to your left, you see the guy who's been staring at you all night, your eyes meeting across the bar. A buzz lingers on your skin, he was already undressing you with his gaze alone.

Chigiri’s eyes follow your gaze, seeing everything unfolding before him. You feel a nudge on your arm, but you still maintain eye contact. “You still have that condom I gave you?” he teases, making you turn and nudge him with your hip. As you both laugh at each other, Chigiri leans down and kisses the top of your head, “Have fun, okay?” he breathes into your hair. Nodding in response, he turns and leaves, assumingely to find the rest of his friends.

As you reach to grab the Bacardi to pour into your shot glass, you feel eyes on you. His eyes. No, it’s not his eyes you assured yourself. Gripping the shot glass, you bring it to your lips, swinging your head back. The burn you feel in the beginning of the night is practically gone.

A broad body stands beside you, “God, look at you.” the guy whispers into your ear. “Eye candy alright...”

The black mini dress always hugged the right places around your body. A devious smile spreads across your face, “Want a taste?” you toy. 

You feel his arm wrap around your waist as he presses himself into your back. You feel him already stiff in his pants. Holding the groan that almost slips out, you turn to face him. His lips and breath lingers on top of your lips, just a hair away. Getting on your toes, you lick his cupid's bow. 

You had no idea where this confidence came from, but alcohol is to thank for this boost. His hand grabs yours, trailing you behind him into the back of the house away from the crowd. Walking behind him, your head starts to spin in doubt, but fades as you enter a dark room.

The guy, you still don’t know his name, nor do you care to learn it, flips the light switch. “No,” you say as you reach quickly to turn them off again. Darkness filling the room again.

“You afraid of the dark?” you ask in a low voice. There was silence, but the muffled sound of Kali Uchis’s ‘Blue’ through the walls.

“Fuck no,” he growls in the darkness. His lips crash into yours. The kiss was desperate and fast, his fingers sinking into the back of your neck with his thumb on your check, deepening the kiss. Trailing your hand up his shirt, you grip it as you pull him with you to walk more into the darkness. Your back hits the wall with a thud, but that doesn’t stop anything. He licks the top of your lip signaling to let him in. You open up for him obediently, his tongue exploring yours.

A whimper escapes you, his mouth swallowing the sound. He nudges his knee in between your legs, making you arch into him. Tilting your head back to breathe, his lips descend to the crook of your neck. You grind yourself into his leg to add friction to the throbbing pain between your legs. His fingers tug on the strap of your dress bringing it down, leaving a wet kiss in its place.

Closing your eyes, you let your overwhelming need engulf you, but a soft light flashed underneath your lids causing you to open them. The light disappears fast as it comes, you stare into the darkness. His hand lays on top of your hip, digging into them. Grabbing his neck, you bring him back to your lips, kissing him rougher this time; showing him you want him now. The sound of groans and heavy breathing fills the room.

With your eyes closed you feel yourself turn, the side of your face on the wall. His hand clutches the back of your head, pulling the hair causing your head to fall back towards him. He grinds himself into your ass, feeling his hard cock on you. Pushing your ass back into him, his groans tickle the back of your ear. A sharp throb hits your clit, as you feel his other hand pull your black dress up.

The cool air hits your hot skin. He brings your hands to lay on the wall, as you dig your nails into the surface as he continues to dry hump you through his pants. With the added friction to your clit, you could feel your orgasm creeping, but then it was gone.

The guy pulls away, leaving you standing alone in the darkness. All you could hear was shuffling and heavy breathing. Since you were facing the wall, you couldn't see anything. A faint light fills the room and disappears with the loud shut of the door. The sound makes you flinch and turn, but you are only met with blackness staring back at you.

“H- hello?” you stammer.

Silence. Your breathing quickens, making your body tense with uneasiness.

“Pussy…” you scoff, “Won’t finish what you started?” 

You fix the strap on your shoulder and tug your dress back down, and wait. Hoping to hear a snarky remark. Anything. 

Once again, silence. You only hear the song ‘House of Balloons’ through the walls. You push yourself off the wall to walk towards the door, a hand hits the center of your chest shoving you back. Fear claws your skin, making your blood run cold. 

Your chest rises and falls with each breath you take. Is this guy fucking around with you now? But you weren't going to back down; two can play at that game.

“What do you want from me?” you question the person, trying to hide the shake in your voice. He didn't move, nor did he say anything. You've grown tired of always wondering what every outcome will be, this was the moment where you’d just see where this goes, even if it’s scary.

“What do you want?” You yell. A lump forms in your throat making it hard to swallow. Nothing. You didn't want to ask the question that came into your head, but you needed to.

“Are.. are you going to hurt me?” You ask.

“I dont know.”

What the fuck? He doesn't know?

Swallowing hard, “Do you want to?” you question.

“A little.”

His voice was low and breathy, masking it under the quietness in the room.

“Why?” you ask, heart thumping in your ears.

“Because I'm messed up,” he answers. You hold your breath, staying as silent as you can, hoping he wouldn’t continue.

“I can't feel anything but fear anymore,” he whispers, “It consumes me.” Your hands began to shake beside you.

You hear him take a step. “I don't know what I'll do.” he said.

You couldn't see where he was in the darkness but you could feel his heavy stare on you. A snarl rips through the air, his lip smashing into yours. The kiss was hungry, like he was starving. He manhandles you, his rough, large hand gripping your hip while the other latches into your hair. He yanks it, making you yelp into his mouth, giving him the chance to slip his tongue in. He tastes different than before.

No. 

Maybe the fear in you was making you hyper aware.

You move your hands into his hair, feeling an undercut. 

Was that there before? 

You squeeze his locks in between your fingers. He groans, his hold in your hair tightening even more, the sting on your scalp becoming stronger. However, the assault on your mouth soothes it. You catch a small hint of a scent. 

Wha- no I’m just imagining it, you think.

You didn't want to feel or think anything. Maybe he will hurt you, but you didn't care. Hell, just him scaring you is making you soak through your panties. 

God, you were sick in the head. Feeling his hand slip under your dress and lightly press a finger against your center.

“Already soaked.” he taunts. “…didn't take much.” you growl at his comment.

A chuckle bubbles up from him, “I wanted to see something,” he says. “And I was right.”

You freeze, knowing exactly what he meant. You push him off of you, making him stumble back. You swing your hand in front of you to hit him, but he grabbed your wrist before you could. His heavy breathing matches yours, and he places your hand on his chest.

A cold metal chain hit on your fingers. Trying to get your breathing under control, you hold the chain trailing your fingers down, following its coolness before something stops you when it hits the end. A pendant. Tracing your forefinger over the pendant, feeling it, but you freeze in place.

A snake pendant. You know that fucking pendent. You bought it yourself.

You throw your palms into his chest, shoving him as hard as you can, but he doesn't even budge. He grabs the sides of your arms, securing them beside you. “Let me go, '' you demand.

“Why?” he says roughly. It's the voice you almost thought you’d never hear again.

“Fuck you,” you bark. “Let me go.”

“Fuck you?” he growls. “I'll do more than that.”

You were fuming, anger boils at the bottom of your stomach. Who the fuck does he think he is? He was the one that left everything behind.

“You won’t do anything,” you hiss, pushing your body against his to try to loosen his grip around you. But it did only the opposite. He brings your body into his, holding you in a tight embrace, locking your arms under his strong ones.

You can feel him, smell him. The scent of cedarwood fills your nose. He’s here. This smell should've disgusted you, but it only made your heart melt. You hold in your breath trying to not devour his smell.

“Let me go or I’ll fucking bite you.” you snap.

“I was counting on it,” He whispers into your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine.

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. You sink your teeth into his shoulder, feeling the soft cotton and flesh underneath. A light chuckle comes from him, making you bite harder. Shut the fuck up, motherfucker. Increasing the pressure each second, but he doesn’t move. This has to be hurting him. You can hear his breaths becoming raspy and deep.

“Har- harder,” he stutters. His hold on you gets tighter. You freeze. You wanted to hurt him, but biting any harder would break his skin. Kunigami Rensuke, please don-

“Harder!” he barks, making you flinch at the sudden outburst, but you do as he says. 

You sink your teeth harder into him, feeling his soft flesh break under the pressure, tasting a hint of copper on your tongue.

Kunigami hisses as he takes a short breath. You feel tears at the brim of your eyes. I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor- You slowly loosen your jaw around him, setting your forehead against the front of his shoulder.

There’s only the sound of your breaths in the room, the hum of the party, the world on the outside.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a sense of guilt. The world stops, just for a second.

“I’m sorry for all the pain I caused.” he whispers as you hear his heart racing, “The trouble.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“But most of all… I’m sorry for breaking your heart.”

Everything comes crashing down, breaking into a million pieces. Yes, he did hurt you, but you know you would be there for him in a heartbeat. Your heart will always beat for Kungami Rensuke. We want what we want. You know it's bad to want him after everything he’s done, but you want to let him know that you’re there for him at this moment; right now you want him.

His hold on you had long loosened, softening into a warm embrace. You bring your hand down to his, grabbing and placing it around your neck, your hand layered on his.

“Ren,” you say softly, “I want you.”

You feel him tense and take in a sharp breath. You tighten your hand around his, making the hold firm.

“I want… you.” you say, making sure he understands what you are trying to really say. Never knowing what really made him change, you know it is still Kunigami. This Kunigami is scared and broken, but fixing him isn’t on your mind; you want to help him.

His mouth slams onto yours again, but this time you are the one hungry, starving. Your teeth clang against each other, taking whatever you both can take. Kunigami sucks on your bottom lip giving it a small bite, making your clit throb under you. A whimper comes from you remembering how good it feels to have him all over. His hold on your neck tightens as he pushes you back to the wall, his hand on your neck holding you in place.

Standing in front of each other, you wait for his next move. The cool air covers your breasts as you hear a loud rip of fabric, your dress. He ripped the front of your dress with one hand. You didn't even bother wearing a bra with your outfit tonight. Your nipples harden under the cool of the air, being in the dark make your senses even more heightened. Kunigami’s mouth lowers to your chest, sucking and biting your left breast. Arching into him, you try to grind on something, anything to relieve the throbbing pain between your legs.

Kunigami’s mouth switches to the other breast, sucking, but gives a small bite right next to your nipple. You quiver under him, as he continues teasing your nipple between his teeth and tongue. You can’t take it anymore, you want him inside you.

“Ren.. please.” you beg. The nickname you know he loves so much. You slide your palms under his shirt, feeling his toned abs and pecs.

His mouth on you doesn’t stop but moves up your neck, leaving wet sloppy kisses in its trail. Kunigami’s grip on your neck moves to your chin. The weight of his eyes on you feel so heavy, you don’t know if you are looking into them, but you can fucking feel them.

“Please what?” he says amusingly. 

Trying to swallow the dryness in your mouth, “Please fuck me.” You whimper, “I need you inside me.”

“I love hearing when you beg for it,” he says with a smile on his face.

He moves away from you, tearing your dress even more, feeling the ripped fabric rip down the middle. It was in shreds while it hung beside your body. All you have is your black lace thong. Shame is what you should be feeling, but there was none.

Kunigami returns to you, and roughly pushes you in the chest as he settles himself between your legs. He still hadn’t taken his hard cock out but you can feel the giant bulge against your slick pussy. He brings his hand to your pussy, just holding you there. You hold your breath.

“This belongs to me,” Kunigami says, “You are mine.” You whimper at his comment.

He presses his finger into you through your thong, getting a gasp from you. A low grunt comes from him, “Who do you belong to?” Kunigami presses, “Say it.”

You freeze, but he pushes another finger into you. Your legs shake so hard, leaving to collapse on him any second. “Say it.” He says again.

“I-I’m” you hesitate. A third finger pushes into you, stretching you wide even through your thong. “To you…” you declare, “I belong to you.”

“That's my baby doll.”

He takes his fingers out of you and grabs the hem of the tong and rips it off. Shivers spread all across your skin at the rough handling. You hear the jingle of his belt, your pussy clenches at the sound. Something soft hits the ground before he has his hands on you again. Kunigami presses you on the wall, placing his hand under your knee, opening you up for him.

Kunigami rams his cock into you without any resistance, making you gasp at the sudden stretch. You’ve never felt so full, and he is so deep inside you. Not a second to waste, Kunigami pounds into you, the slap of his balls hitting your pelvic. Each hard stroke, you can feel every ridge of his cock, the vein on it sliding against your clit.

You clench around him, he groans loud. “You like it when I treat you like a sleeve?” He says, not sounding at all out of breath.

He gets his response by you clenching on him again. He continues his pounding, setting a fast rhythm. The room fills with skin smacking and the obscene sound your pussy makes as you suck him in.

You need to hold onto something, so you hold onto his shoulders, feeling his soft hot skin on your hands. Keeping the pace, Kunigami places his other hand under your other knee, hoisting you up on the wall; Only leaving you to hold onto him. Leaving you at his mercy. Heat fills your center, your orgasm coming close.

You wrap your arms around his neck and crash your mouth on his, kissing him passionately and eagerly. You suck on his tongue, savoring his taste.

“Rensuke,” You moan, “I-I’m.” You lay your forehead on his shoulder, but hear him hiss. The bite. You lift your head and place your mouth over the bite, licking it, the copper taste on your tongue. Kunigami grunts as you continue to lick the wound you made.

His thrusts begin to falter just a bit, signaling he’s almost there too. You place your entire mouth on the bite, and suck on it.

“Oh,” Kunigami says, “You’re fucking dirty.” Your moan is muffled as you suck harder on his shoulder.

“I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum.” he growls, “I’m claiming what's mine.”

You groan on him and your pussy clenches at the comment. Kunigami flattens his palm against your pelvis and applies firm pressure. Your spine nearly breaks at the sensation, feeling him so much more intensely.

“Come on, baby doll.” Kunigami grunts, “Come on me.”

With those words, a flash of white hits behind your eyes. A shock runs through you, making you groan so loud and clear for him. Your body convulses against him but Kunigami still keeps ramming his cock into you. You just hold on for the ride as you come down. His name is pouring from your lips. The overstimulation brings tears to your eyes. You shut your eyes tight and squeeze yourself around his cock.

Kungami’s thrusts shudder, “Fu-FUCK,” he grunts loud into your ear as he loads you with white hot liquid. He fills you, doing exactly what he told you. His cock and cum all in you, claiming you as his. He gives you a couple more slow and hard pumps before he holds himself inside you. His cock still pulsing inside as you both try to catch your breaths.

Kunigami slowly takes himself out with a loud pop at the end of his cock, leaving you to mewl at the sudden emptiness. You feel so empty and weak but so euphoric. He gently places you back on your feet; However, still holding you up.

He presses his forehead against yours. Time stands motionless. Not a word was uttered, but there was a lot being said. Kunigami softly drops his hands, leaving you alone in the darkness. You feel him leave you and hear his feet as he walks. Away from you. Once again, you are alone in the dark without him.

A light switch being flicked on sounds in the room. A sudden burst of light makes you flinch, making you squint your eyes and place a hand over your face. A light chuckle fills the room as you pull down your hand.

You know you looked like an absolute mess, completely fucked out and naked; besides the, now ripped and shredded, black dress around you.

“Seriously?” You say, flicking your hand at him, middle finger in the air. A loud laugh bursts from his mouth, the sound brings butterflies to your stomach. You can’t help but laugh as well. You both laugh lost in the moment, but as it dies, reality settles in.

“This doesn't fix anything.” you say softly, looking into his auburn eyes.

Kunigami stares back into you, “It’s a start.” he says.

Breaking the stare, he walks over to his shirt and hoodie on the floor. Kunigami slips into his shirt, but you can’t help but stare at his body. He already settled himself under his boxers but his v-line peeks beneath the undone jeans. The feel of his seed seeps down your inner thighs.

Something hit your face making you gasp. His black hoodie falls into your arms. A tiny smile breaks on your face but you quickly drop it. You slip on the hoodie and Kunigami’s scent swallows you whole.

No one really knows what happened to Kunigami in “Wildcard", but he’s still him. Although he’s changed, you don’t want to change nor fix him. You want to understand where he is. He is sure guilty for all the sins he’s done. Maybe he has always had this dark side to him and it's just coming up to the surface. Kunigami is afraid, but he doesn’t need to be.

A shadow needs a light and you are his.

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[bloob-art]

OOPSIE did this weeks ago and forgot to post- Not the Drake design I said I wanted to make but I wanted to Skyrimify my OC Jem for my AU 👀

Look at him, why is he hot-

Jem is a Barbarianesque mercenary that was once a bandit that pillaged villages in his youth during the Great War. He turned a new leaf and put his old bandit life behind him and used his strength and crime knowledge to become a mercenary.

[fairdale]

to william herondale, with love

you have two options when it comes about will.

you can choose to stay in the surface, to think of him as a sassy, sarcastic, superficial and selfish man who doesn't give a shit about anything nor anyone except for jem, who makes insensitive jokes and doesn't care if he hurts people.

or you can choose to know him. the little parts of him that make him wonderful, sweet, delicate and caring. and, oh, how much love will fill your heart when you realise how much he deserves to be loved.

and how much he craves it.

will is sarcastic, yes. he's funny, he pulls off jokes like it's nothing, he makes people laugh, he sings the demon pox song and makes everyone think he's a little crazy.

but he's also the kid who left his family too young because he thought he was cursed and he loved them too much.

he's also the kid who thought no one could ever love him anymore.

he's also the kid who felt terribly lonely after leaving his family.

he's also the kid who wanted jem to be his parabatai so badly he didn't care he was sick and that he would leave him too soon.

he's also the kid who didn't want people too close to him because he loved them and didn't want anything bad to happen to them. jem was different. it wasn't just because he was sick, it's because he was jem. because jem saw who he truly was when no one else did. his heart beat because jem's did as well.

he's also the man who loved to read. the man whose name will still be dancing in the walls of the library centuries later. the man who found a safe place between books.

he's also the man who was so in love with tessa he tried to break the curse after years of living like that, because his love was so pure, so deep, so real, he had to do something.

he's also the man who put his hands into the fire to save jem's yin fen, because he couldn't imagine a life without him. because he didn't want a life without him.

he's also the man who was desperately in love with tessa, but made himself scarce because he couldn't put his own happiness over tessa and jem's. because he saw how good they were to each other.

he's also the man who held jessamine in his arms when she died too young.

he's also the man who let jem go when he told him he didn't want to live like that anymore even though it would forever break him and he would take a part of his soul with him.

he's also the man who went to save tessa even when he felt his heart getting carved out of his chest when jem died.

he's also the man who learned how to have his sister next to him again, the man who went back to his parents even if he were terrified.

he's also the man who made sure tessa never doubted for a second that he was devoted to her.

he's also the man who travelled the world with her and wrote her letters to show his love.

he's also the man who made sure to love his children loudly, to tell them he was proud of them and that they weren't monsters.

he's also the man who fought against injustices in the clave.

he was also the man who died surrounded by his loved ones (because he was, in fact, so loved).

he was also the man watching jem and tessa's wedding dream since the other side of the river, being happy for them.

will was the man with a heart so big he didn't know what to do with all the love he held in it.

when someone asks me, but why do you love him so much? well, how can you not? how, when he tried to love so quietly but he was screaming, when he was trying not to care but he cared more than anyone.

will herondale was, is and forever will be the character i hold closest to my heart, the character who made me laugh, cry and love the most.

"he lies consistently. he always invents the story that will make him look the worst."

"but it was there, in the touch of his hand on her cheek, in the softness of his voice, in his eyes when he looked at her. it was the way she had always dreamed a boy would look at her. but she never dreamed up someone as beautiful as will, not in all her imaginings."

"all my life, since i came to the institute, you were the mirror of my soul. i saw the good in me in you. in your eyes alone i found grace. when you are gone from me, who will see me like that?"

"against his own will, almost, will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make tessa love him. he would have done— almost anything. he would not betray jem for it. that was the one thing he would not do."

"don’t you see, will? you’re a person like me. you are like me. you say the things i think but never say out loud. you read the books i read. you love the poetry i love. you make me laugh with your ridiculous songs and the way you see the truth of everything. "

"when she tilted her head up and brushed his lips with hers, he cupped her face in his hands. so many years, he thought, and each kiss was new as the break of day."

"wo men shi sheng si ji jiao," said will, and he saw jem’s eyes widen, fractionally, and the spark of amusement inside them. "go in peace, james carstairs."

"and in the shadows they’d whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant."

"she remembered when will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him there, and only slowly growing accustomed to the fact that side of the bed would always be empty."

"i don’t know how to live in the world as a shadowhunter without will. i don’t think I even want to. i am still a parabatai, but my other half is gone. if I were to go to some Institute and ask them to take me in, i would never forget that. i would never feel whole."

"i miss you. we miss you. someday, we'll all be together. not too soon, my angel tessa. i can wait."

...

"my name is herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "william herondale, but everyone calls me will."

[wikitpowers]

So of course we all know and love the beauty mark BUT I am here to spread the gospel of Kit's freckles which are in a lot of the sobh art and also on his flower card and they just make me very emotional because like, my boy was kept indoors in a basement only going outside at night for so much of his life and now he's able to be outside in the sun enough to get lil freckles on his face and 😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH NO FEAR NOT I AM AN ENTHUSIAST OF KIT HERONDALE’S FRECKLES, THERE IS A REASON HE HAS THEM IN MY PFP BC I JUST FALL APART WHEN I LOOK AT THEM THEY’RE ADORABLE

BUT OH MY GOD NO THE COMMENT ABOUT HIM BEING OUTSIDE ENOUGH TO EVEN GET FRECKLES MADE ME SO :(( WHY ARE U DOING THIS TO ME AM I NOT SAD ENOUGH :((

i just know that tessa and jem take him out on daily walks with mina and have quality family time so our boy can get his cute little freckles and yeah i just want to cry basically thank u for this

[chuuyadelune]

back with more thoughts about the BSD S5 OP, iron cage. setting aside the visual symbolism in the opening, can i just express what a fucking phenomenal song choice that was? it’s darker and grittier than the other openings and fits perfectly with the kind of ~vibes~ this season will have (particularly as we get to the later parts, with the shin soukoku fight and beyond.)

like, even if it is still GRANRODEO singing/performing the song, it’s still got a pretty darn different feel compared to the others which just suits the kind of energy BSD takes on after the introduction of bram and chapter 88?

straight up from the nasally, reedy thin guitar timbre for the opening riff, the song subverts expectations at every turn. the harmony is destabilised at times, the drums are literally everywhere, going from half time to double time back to half before it settles fully into a (new!) groove for the hook. kisho literally screaming. the song feels like upheaval, like chaos, but of a much more sinister kind than what S4’s had to offer?

because S4’s opening is like, still chaotic but there’s still some kind of hope to it. but here… instead? it’s just sheer havoc and it’s honestly perfection. the song feels like the title of chapter 88 if i had to sum it up — as though tumbling down. but that’s kind of what the vibe of everything after chapter 88 is. things are falling apart and nothing is exactly going the right way for the detective agency and it feels a lot more desperate and the stakes feel much higher. which… i suppose they kind of are in terms of the story.

i suppose what i’m trying to say is: the song very much fits the tone change that BSD S5 will take later on as we progress. and it’s literally perfect. the music remains one of the most well-executed parts of the anime. thank you GRANRODEO 🙏

[kujo1597]

I know this is the character designers zeroing in on Jerrica's design but I like how it also works as her changing her hair into a more mature style after inheriting her family’s business, and having to take on more responsibilities in general.

[iloveallmyocs]

Ok but why is Will looking at Jem like that in the new illustration? Sir you are in love.

Image from cc’s Instagram, art by Charlie bowater

[jem97-writes]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Slam Dunk (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kogure Kiminobu/Mitsui Hisashi Characters: Mitsui Hisashi, Kogure Kiminobu Additional Tags: post episode s1ep27, Guilt, Confessions, hand holding, Possibly OOC, im just making shit up tbh, First Kiss

Summary:

Kogure wants to forgive him. Mitsui knows.

[agnerd-bot]

Another commission done by the ever-talented @carbonatedjem! This time featuring the protagonist of an original story I'm writing, Saint Barbara, and her battle with a demon.

Barbara actually started out as another one of my Fate Fanservants, but she slowly evolved into the protagonist of her own story with her own world and all, and I'm hoping I can share more about her and what she does if'n any of yall are interested in hearing. I'd love to talk more about my OCs here.

If ya haven't checked out Jem's work before PLEASE do so. She's an amazingly talented artist and deserves all the love ya can give her.

[storiesaremylife]

I have an itch to share stuff on here so if this gets like five notes I'll share a teaser of a future shadowhunters au I'm working on with a friend

[honeyyjems]

SLIP ‘N SLIDE

content warning (s): porn with a bit of plot, cunning reader, a little reiner camo, threesome (f,m,m), brief oral (m receiving), soft dom!jean, hard dom!porco, slight size kink, public sex (pool bathroom), unprotected sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, hate sex?, degradation, praise kink, hair pulling, dirty talk, choking, asphyxiation, spitting, slapping, spanking, biting, fingering, finger sucking, overstimulation, pet name (sweet girl, pretty girl, baby), use of honorifics (sir), a bit of breeding and corruption

summary: you heard the hot lifeguards of the season knew how to give a good fuck, but you would rather see for yourself. Instead of chasing after the hot lifeguards of the season, how long would it take for them to slip and give in to the trap you set?

pairing: lifeguard! jean & porco x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

a/n: this oneshot is for @taixju summer collab (x) , and i encourage you to read what everyone has made bc its vv good! also the summer is almost over for me, so why not go out with a bang. i decided to write content warnings before actually writing the smut… i was sweating!!! this is the most dirtiest thing ive ever written by far and i am proud but nervous.

banner credit: made it myself ;)

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The warm feeling of the hot sun hitting your skin and the smell of sunscreen was always nostalgic, especially during the summertime; hearing the splashes of people jumping into the water as you tanned was calming. What wasn't very calming was the feeling of two pairs of eyes burning into your skin, Jean Kirstein and Porco Galliard, the hottest lifeguards of this summer season.

Each summer season, there are new lifeguards, so they aren't always the same as the last, and they happen to be from the town over, so they were just here for the summer. This summer was going to be different from your last, you're not going to be the goody two shoes you've always been. If you want something or someone, there's nothing better than being a little devious.

Jean and Porco's wandering eyes have been on you since coming to the pool every day since opening, so their looks have not gone unnoticed. They were the hottest fuckers of the season, their toned abs and arms glistening in the sun from the sunscreen, but the cocky and flirtatious behavior attracted the woman and girls like magnetics.

You heard rumors that Jean and Porco knew how to give a good fuck, but you would rather see for yourself. They will only be here for one summer, nor will you see them again, so you can have fun with them while it lasts. Instead of chasing after the hot lifeguards of the season, how long would it take for them to slip and give in to the trap you set?

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It was just a regular pool week, but not for you. Your bathing suits would get skimpy with each passing day of the week, no matter who it was, all eyes were on you. The boys didn't utter a word to you, but their actions spoke louder, the long stares at your tits and ass each time you walked by.

Finally, Friday came. Walking through the pool doors in your black Brazilian bikini set, Jean and Porco's eyes were glued to your breasts, bouncing with each step you took. Jean stood while Porco remained in his seat, gawking at you.

As you passed Jean your pool pass, he paused before taking it, “Don't you think your bathing suit is a little…” Before he can continue, you interrupt him, “A little what?”, tilting your head in mockery.

Jean reached for your card as he spoke, “You’re practically not wearing anything.” In response, you let out a taunting laugh, “Now wouldn’t you love that?” Before he could reply, you walked into the women’s bathroom, hearing Porco's faint burst of laughter through the door.

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The hot sun was beginning to overwhelm your tanning session, so you decided to take a quick dip in the water. The lingering burn you felt as you jumped into the water, even through Jeans sunglasses, was intoxicating, The feeling of empowerment and lustful eyes on your body. As you swam up, you could see a ripple of a figure standing over you. Looking up to the figure, there stood Jean, his tall, strong presence staring down at you, almost belittling you in his shadow.

Jean motioned you to come towards him, and you did as he commanded. He watched your every move as you swam, grabbing unto the wall. You looked up at Jean through your eyelashes as you spoke, “You called for me?”

Jean swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Agitation could easily be seen. Everything was falling into place.

“It isn't very appropriate to be wearing a bathing suit like that at a family pool,” he said lowly while motioning down towards you.

Acting oblivious, “I'm sorry? I couldn't hear you,” you said innocently. Jean huffed as he kneeled to your level, his crotch in your full view. He tried to repeat himself but was distracted by your tanned tits in front of him.

“As you were saying?” you whispered, noticing the slight bulge in his swim trunks.

Jean clenched his jaw, “Your bathing suit,” he paused before continuing, “It's inappropriate.”

Still maintaining eye contact with Jean, “Isn't that the whole point?” you taunted. His hazel eyes had lust behind them, you left his gaze to trail your eyes down his body, ending at the bulge in his trunks.

“It seems to me you enjoy it,” you seductively added as you lifted your hand to brush against his crotch lightly, “but will you do something about it?” you whispered. There was a tense silence as if the world froze around you. Bringing your hand back, you turned away from him, swimming away. In his entire life, he’d never felt desire like this. Or the desperation to touch, to hold, to own.

One down, one more to go.

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Time passed from your interaction with Jean, the side looks he gave you assured the message you gave him; however, Porco saw the whole interaction from his post. You climbed out of the pool to dry off, grabbed your sunglasses, and sat on your pool seat. Knowing Porco's eyes were on you, you made eye contact with him through his shades. Giving a sweet smile his way only resulted in him quickly looking the other way.

If that couldn't reel him in, something else could. Porco’s rotation change was coming to an end as Jean came in replacement. You watched the two boys interact with each other, Porco leaned over to Jean’s ear, speaking something. Porco glanced at you, making Jean slap the back of Porco’s head as he walked away.

Porco began walking to the lounge area, but you stopped him in his tracks, “Excuse me!” you shouted. He turned to you and hummed in response.

“Would you mind putting this on my back for me?” you questioned as you motioned the tanning oil bottle in your hand. Porco was dumbfounded, but quickly gathered himself, “I suppose I can,” he replied dryly.

As Porco walked towards you, you gave him your back, passing the bottle overhead. The spray hitting your skin made you flinch in response, “Sorry,” you giggled.

You felt Porco’s hot palms against your skin, his large calloused hands spreading the oil. Soon after, Porco began to massage the knots in your shoulders and neck, and a sweet moan slipped; blood rushed to his cock immediately.

He leaned into your ear, “Move your straps for me, doll,” he whispered. You obeyed his words and gently lowered them.

Turning into your shoulder, Porco's lips almost touched your plumped ones. His hot breaths against yours were so invigorating that you wanted more. “At least I know you're obedient,” he breathed.

The urge for this man to fuck your brains out in front of everyone was intense, you never wanted something more. You got closer, licking his top lip before replying, “Yes, sir,” you panted.

Porco already had a painful hard-on in his trunks, but he lowly growled as he moved away and carried on spreading the oil. His wandering hands slid over your chest, lowering each time, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Your center throbbed for him, slick soaking your bottoms. He squeezed your shoulder as he replaced the straps on them, “There you go, doll,” he grinned, “all done.”

You turned your body towards him, dazed and drunk from his touch. His figure swallowing you whole. Light chocolate brown eyes met yours, “Don't cause too much trouble now,” he taunted. Looking at him, you nodded your head in response. A devious smile spread across his face, “Good girl.” he said.

He left thinking he’s won, but oh, was he so wrong.

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People trickled out over time since the pool was near to closing, leaving you to be the only person left. Gathering your things to head out, a vibration rang through your bag, a phone call. A devious smile came across your face when you reached in and looked at the caller ID. Answering the call and selecting the speaker option for all to hear, Jean and Porco.

“Hey, you still up for tonight?” Reiner said in a flirtatious tone. ���The real question is, are you?” you joked.

Reiner’s laugh blasted through the speakers, “Oh, I sure am,” he argued, “I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day.” Turning over your shoulder to see if Jean or Porco were listening in the conversion, they were already staring.

Replying to Reiner, you maintained eye contact with both men. “Have you now?” you teased softly, “I could say the same about you.”

“I'll pick you up in an hour,” he stated. Humming in agreement, you hung up the phone. Breaking away from their intense stare, it felt like glass was cutting through your skin. Standing from your seat with everything in hand, walking into the bathroom, you finally noticed you’ve been holding your breath. This adrenaline was going straight to your pussy, but you weren't thinking of your fuck link Reiner.

Trying to catch your breath while settling your things on the sink counter, a hot and flustered reflection stared back at you. The frustration of wanting to get pounded into was infuriating, the whole week had gone by without having a mindblowing orgasm; your fingers weren't doing the job. The trap you’ve set this whole week.

Nobody, empty was the restroom, and the smell of chlorine filled your nose, so rinsing off would be best, you thought. The sound of the door opening brought you back to reality, but you knew who would be there. As Jean’s reflection soon joined behind you, your eyes remained on yours.

Jean’s eyes leered into your reflection, no words were needed. His stature swallowed you whole, the sound of his breathing matched yours. The pressure was overwhelming as you slowly met his gaze.

“You're so desperate,” Jean voiced as he stepped closer, feeling his bulge against your ass “And it fucking shows.” His words went straight down to your center, soaking it even more, but you didn't wanna give in just yet. No reactions to his words, he continued, “I hate you,” he spat, “all I've been thinking is your lips wrap around my cock” Jean said while looking unto your pink, plump lips.

“It's disgusting, and I can't stop,” Jean grunted irritably. You turned while looking into his dark hazel ones and pressing your body more into his, “Then don’t,” you whispered. Before you could speak, Jean grabbed your neck and shoved you hard into the sink counter.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. A smile crept onto your lips, feeling his large hands around your neck, your pussy twitched for him. “You like that, don't you?” Jean taunted. He brought his face closer to yours as he spoke, “You're a dirty slut, and I'm going to give it to you like one,” Jean growled.

Pushing you down to your knees harshly, his now huge bulge in his pants stared back at you. “Fix the problem you made,” he said with malice. Your mouth drooled for him while untying his swim trunks, and his hard cock slipped out, dripping with precum. He was huge, making you question if you could fit all of him in your mouth.

The look on your face amused Jean, “Open your fucking mouth.” he commanded. You compiled, you've been waiting for this moment for so long, He shoved his cock into your mouth with great force you choked on it. Your hands grabbed his hips for support as Jean violently used your mouth as a cocksleeve to abuse. You moaned against him, causing him to groan from the vibration against him, “F-fuck” he moaned.

The erotic sounds filled the room, it was euphoric. Without noticing, Porco was standing beside both you and Jean, staring at the scene before. “What a filthy whore” he chuckled, “She fucking loves it.” Before Jean could come, he pushed you off, leaving you gasping for air.

“God, I didn't know you were so worked up.” Porco teased, “Shut the fuck up,” Jean roughly replied. You sat on the wet floor, catching your breath, and interrupted them, “That's it?’ you croaked, throat still raw from Jean.

Porco smugly looked down at you, “Oh baby, we're just getting started,” he said. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and made you look at him, “You don’t get to say a word,” He spat, “Unless I tell you.” The rough handling made you moan and nod in agreement, “No, use your words whore” he demanded.

“Yes, sir” you moaned. A devilish smile laid on Porco’s lips, “Good girl.” Porco leaned down causing you to yelp from his rough hands ripping your top off, exposing your tits and nipples to get perky from the cold air. “You don't need that anymore.” he teased.

Jean watched as Porco grabbed your mouth and squeezed your cheeks together, “Open that pretty mouth of yours.” he praised, opening your mouth, Porco spit. “Now swallow it.” he asked sternly. You swallowed and stuck your tongue out to show proof of it, causing both men to smile at how filthy you are.

Porco grabbed you, leaning you over the sink counter and moving your legs to the sides. He spanked you, a moan slipped your lips. Porco grunted, “Filthy attention whore,” he continued, “This is what you wanted.”

A giggle escaped your lips, “It worked.” You said dazely looking into his eyes' reflections. Porco's actions spoke louder, he spanked you harder, before ripping your bathing suit bottoms off. Your exposed cunt was soaked and dripping aching for them.

“God, you're a bitch in heat, y/n” he said with a smirk on his lips

Porco didn’t want to give you what you wanted. He grabbed your hair, turning you around towards him and pushing you to your knees. Still holding your hair, he commanded you, “Undo it.” Doing as he commanded, his cock tip was pink and dripped with precum for you. Porco looked down to his cock and spat on it before gripping your hair hard, shoving himself into your mouth. His cock hit the back of throat with each thrust. You slide your fingers down to your cunt, touching your clit to stimulate yourself even more.

Jean was stroking himself watching you gag on Porco’s cock and touching yourself, but he wanted more. Jean walked over you, both men towering over you. “You're our cumslut from now on.” Porco grunted as he thrusted. Jean grabbed your hand that was on your cunt, bringing your fingers into his mouth. Jean moaned against your fingers, the sweet taste of you on his tongue.

“Mhm, Poc, you were fucking right,” Jean slurred, “She’s a sweet one.” Porco didn't reply back but rather held in his final thrust, causing you to gag and roll your eyes back from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Shit.” Porco growled as he took himself out of your warm mouth, you sat there dazed by the lack of air. Wasting no time, Porco lifted you and shoved you into Jean causing you to grab unto him for balance.

Porco leaned you over, your cunt towards him, he slipped his long, large fingers into your aching pussy causing you to orgasm against him. “Wow, that was easy.” Porco panted, “Fucking slut.” He pumped his fingers in and out of you, the sounds your pussy was making sucking him in was straight out of a porn scene. Jean felt your hot pants against him made his cock throb. He grabbed your neck, squeezing it, cutting of your air. You looked at Jean through your lashes, eyes rolling back. Porco picked up the pace of his fingers and Jean chocking you, overwhelmed you; all your focus went to Porco’s fingers, the lack of oxygen made you cream on them.

Jean lossen his grip on your neck leaving you to gasp and cry from the orgasm, spasming against both the men like a pathetic whore. Porco brought his fingers to your mouth, “Taste yourself baby.” he cooed, “Such a sweet girl.” Sucking on his fingers, Porco felt your warm tongue swirl around them making him moan.

“You’ve been such a good sweet girl for us both, so we’ll give you what you want.” Porco taunted, you stared into Jean blankly still coming off your orgasm. “Tell us what you want pretty girl” Jean added.

“F-fuck me” you drawled. No hesitiation, Porco gripped your hips guiding you towards to sink. “Jean boy, give a go before I fuck her brains out” he said darkly. Jean pounced on you, his cock gilding into your cunt with ease. Jean was so big he stretched your pussy with each thrust; it hurt but you didnt care. His hips slapped against your ass with every thrust he made, the sound filled the room. Jean picked up the pace, and grabbed your throat while he pulled your body against his. He squeezed your neck, no air, just Jean’s cock hitting the right spot each time.

“Fucking s-shit.” Jean groaned, “You like that? I just felt you squeeze my cock.” Jean’s thurst got harder, your eyes rolling back and drool dripping from your lips. Thrusting into the final time, Jean held it inside you as he came all inside you, groaning and moaning into your ear. As he came, so did you, gasping for literal air and legs shaking violently.

Jean didnt give you time to recover and slipped out of you, passing you to Porco like a ragdoll. Porco slid into you and pounded into you like a menace, his cock hitting the fucking spot. “O-oh m-my FUCK!” You screamed. Porco was letting out all of his frustration from this week on you, he didnt care, he just wanted to fuck your brains out until it was all mush.

Porco pulls you against him, making you look at yourself through the mirror as you get fucked. He grabs your cheeks and slaps you, the sting made your pussy twitch around him. “Y-yes r-RIGHT THERE!” You yelled.

“Filthy cunt.” he growled, “I'm gonna come in you.” Your screams and Porcos thrusts filled the room, you wanted everyone to know you were getting fucked good. Porco slapped you even harder and bit unto your ear, his cock twitched inside you hearing your screams. He came and held you tight, both coming together. “Oh my fuck-” Porco moaned as he unloaded into you. Your legs finally gave out, collapsing to the floor. He wasnt done unloading his seed into you, he picked you again, his cook pumping into your overstimulating pussy.

You were blabbing and drooling like a bitch. Porco finally let you go, causing you to collapse to the floor. You quivered and spasmed, drunk off their cock. He leaned down, sticking his three fingers into you, “I don't want our loads to go to waste.” Porco said lowly. Causing you to yelp from the overstimulation.

Porco looked over at Jean, “I think she still has a couple more rounds in her, right?” Porco questioned.

Jean smiled, “Yeah,” he paused, “I still have more to unload in her.”

Both men brought you up on your wobbly legs, Porco smashed his lips onto yours, his tongue exploring yours. Jean pulled you away, a silver of drool followed your mouth to his. The kiss was the exact same way as Porcos. They wanted to fuck you. Hard, insistent, determined. Branding their taste on your lips, marking you as their own.

“What a pretty girl,” Jean stated. Porco chuckled in agreement and added, “and obedient.”

You were there for their disposal to use and abuse, as many times they wanted to unload their seed into you. Lets just say, you were hooked on their cocks for the rest of the summer, or perhaps even forever.

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[galina]

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[jessicas-pi]

new challenge: can I write a fic based on a premise that is inherently silly and semi-cracky whilst also mimicking the completely serious writing style and vocabulary of Frances Hodgson Burnett