#rough drawing to prep for another one im trying out

[rielsartz]

BANG!!

[raggaraddy]

hello, so if you still take requests i want to request yandere reaction where the reader is as possesive as them, or like she willingly do anything for them and obey them. its totally okay if you dont feel like writing it or maybe you dont take request.. its just im craving reading something like that and youre a great writer :)

A/N: Hi, I am still new to writing reactions, so I hope that this is what you wanted or you at least like it.  Thank you for your sweet comments. Enjoy!

Mine

Summary: When another girl gets a little too comfortable with Jungkook your reaction's a surprise to the both of you.

Trigger warnings: Fighting, mentions of abuse, violence.

Jungkook

You had begged Jungkook to take you with him tonight. He'd been so busy with work lately and you'd found yourself missing him too much when he was gone. So when he said he wasn't staying home tonight, but he was instead going out to a bar with some of his friends, you were enthusiastic for him to take you with him. It had used to be the complete opposite. Every time he left you alone, gave you some time to breathe on your own, you were thrilled. But more and more you'd started noticing him in a new light.

Sure he's rough and demanding sometimes. And yeah, he can lose his temper every now and then. But you're not perfect either, and you know it must be hard for him, especially when you behaved so insensitively at first. However, despite your flaws or his, he deeply loves you. He accepts you for who you are and he wants nothing more than to keep you safe. How could you ever find anyone else who cared for you as much as your Kookie did?

The night started as every night out with Jungkook did. He listed out the same rules over that he had said dozens of times before.

You have to listen to everything he says and do everything he says. You don't talk to anyone unless he's with you, and most importantly, you never leave his sight. You had tried to run off a few times in the past, so you knew how deathly serious he was about that last one.

After thoroughly prepping you, and dressing you, and warning you one last time to mind the rules, the both of you finally went to meet his friends.

"Sit. Here." Jungkook pointed to the booth table at the back of the bar. You slid in and he right away pushed in alongside you, nudging you in further and further until you were all but barricaded against the wall. As his friends began to come in one by one, they all joined in a large group. While the night went on, you talked among his friends and their girlfriends. A few people got food, but most people were just drinking to excess. You of course got the choice of soda or water. Every now and then throughout the evening, you could feel JK's attention on you, and you would hug his arm a little tighter to let him know you were paying attention to him too.

At some point, it was Jungkooks turn to buy the next round.

"Y/n." He whispered lowly. Even in the middle of a conversation and with the music playing in the background, his voice caught your focus right away. You looked up to him, a small smile and big eyes. "I'll be back in a few minutes." His lips pressed to your ear, his warm breath blowing along your neck spiking tingles down your side. "If you even try to move while I'm gone, I'm going to pin you to the table by putting this butter knife through your hand." He twirls the point of the dull knife into the table, scratching the wood.

Your smile grows a little bit bigger at his threat. Not because you think he wouldn't do it, but because you know there is no way he would ever need to do it. You're not going anywhere.

Your fingers linger with his, holding on for a few seconds extra as he gets up. While the conversations go on, your concentration keeps flicking to Kookie. Watching every now and then to make sure he hasn't left your sight either.

On one momentary glance, you catch sight of some random woman standing too close to him. They're at the bar, and it's quite crowded so it could be nothing, but she doesn't look like she is ordering drinks. She's completely facing him. Talking to him.

Slowly your frustration starts to build as a few minutes pass and they stay in the same position. You don't know who she is, you've never seen her before. Jungkook's body language expresses that he doesn't know her as well. She, however, is acting way too familiar. Laughing, smiling, flicking her hair and pushing her chest out like some kind of desperate slut.

You're trying to let it pass. But after only about 10 minutes of silent stewing, that's all you can tolerate. You know your Kookie has no interest in any other girls. He's just too innocent to realize that this girl is flirting with him. That, or he is only trying to be polite.

She crosses the line though when she decides to put her hand on his arm.

He might have told you to stay in your seat, and you know he is going to at the very least slap you for willingly going against his rules, but you have had enough and you're not going to allow this bitch to paw all over him anymore.

Shuffling out of the booth, you take heavy, furious steps towards them. The second you're in reach you draw against Jungkooks side, wrapping your arm around his. At the same time, you roughly and forcefully shove the heel of your palm into this girls shoulder, knocking her back and off of him. She stumbles looking shocked and fleetingly frightened. You're not done sending a message yet.

"The next part of you that tries to touch him is going to get stabbed!" You growl. Jungkook leans back a little to look at you. A mix of intrigue and surprise coming together to form a smirk on his face. It's not just from the forceful action you made, but also the confident, ruthless way you spoke to intimidate her.

This woman is dumb though. She either doesn't see or doesn't understand how sincerely you made that threat. "Wow," she scoffs. Yelling, trying to be louder than the music, "Is this your girlfriend? She's a psycho." she mocks, stepping forward, speaking directly to Jungkook. You pull yourself in front of him, dragging his hand around your waist to wrap on your hip, your fingers lacing over the top of his. Even with you standing between them, eyes burning with hostility she still doesn't back down. "If you want a cool girlfriend, you can come home with me, baby." She propositions him, with the cherry on top of calling him baby. Calling your Kookie baby! Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?!

You snap forward and slam your curled up fist into her face as hard as you can. She mustn't have been expecting that at all because she falls like a ton of bricks. Knocking into two or three other people behind her before she ultimately falls on to the floor.

Honestly, you've never hit someone before, and you didn't realize it would hurt so much. So you have to quickly shake your hand feeling the bones bruised and jarred. You regain your composure by the time she can gain hers and looks back up to you. You step over the top of her getting into her personal space. "Go find someone else to be a pathetic whore with." You snap. "He's mine!"

She scrambles out from under you and back to her feet, sensibly darting away. Over your shoulder, you can see Jungkook taking control of the consequences of your interaction, assuaging the bartender's concerns. JK knows them all, so if they know that it's him, they're not going to make a fuss over it, they'll just let it go and assume there was a good reason.

You latch onto him again as he focuses back on you. Grabbing your hands into his shirt, you hold him closer. "Don't let other girls touch you."  You whine, taking the aggression out of your voice when you talk with him, but not the seriousness.

"Why? Because I'm yours?" He looks down with a smug smile, and a salacious glimmer in his gaze. His tongue running over the inside of his cheek.

You're still so pent up and frustrated, you just want to be as close to him as you can be for comfort. You press your whole body flat to him, feeling warmed by the firm shape of his arms and chest. "Yes, you're mine."

He insists on a small amount of space between you two, gripping onto your upper arms harshly he pushes you back. His free hand comes up and his fingers cling into your jaw keeping you still.

This is it. You knew he was going to hurt you for disobeying. But honestly, it was worth it to keep her off of him.

Looking down at you so intensely, he isn't reacting the way you had expected. His eyes are instead filled with an infatuated allure that's making your stomach tingle and your cheeks feel warm. He rests his mouth next to your ear like he had earlier. "That was so fucking hot Kitten." His teeth nip at your ear lobe, making you shiver. "We're leaving. Just wait until I get you alone. I'm gonna prove I'm yours."   

[mc-the-bunny]

Okay so hear me out this is my first ever story...

Have mercy on me please :')...

So i had the thought about lucifer being a winemom. And even though i dont particularly like lucifer i was thinking....

What if he would masterbate with the wine bottle and then mc walks 😳🍷

The story:

It had been a long tough day for lucifer.

All day he had been swarmed by paperwork,meetings, bills from mammon and Asmodeus buying things and making sure you dont get eaten or lose interest in him. After all he couldnt bare the thought of you losing interest in him or even worse you dying..

that would be the scariest thing happening to him after lilith died..

beel had also eaten everything in the house twice today. In response this had send satan in a rage, he had punched holes in cabinets and walls.

So now not only lucifer had paperwork he also had to scold satan, which was no easy task. The blonde demon had flung at him so many times (one hitting his abdominal area) before Lucifer could finally get him under control. He lifted his clothing up to reveal a nasty bruise grunting at the touch.

He would deal with satan later.

He also had to Prepare the repairing spells which required special ingredients they didnt have anymore due to beel eating everything including several dishes... So he'd have to go search for the ingredients.... Sigh* why doesnt akuzon have tge ingredients lucifer thinks while scroling to look if they did...

Akuzon had a lot from the east indian special black and red inc he used to the stuff his brothers bought. But sadly no spell ingredients... He could ask solomon if he could get some of the ingredients but he knew solomon would probably want to make a pact with him in return.... Not that he would ask for help otherwise, after all the Avatar of pride didnt need help from a sorcerer.

He walked up to his liquor cabinet

( which was massive)

First he had to drink some demonius to lighten his headache. (and stresslevels because lets be honest the poor man works way to much)

grabbed a bottle of demonius and sat back down behind his desk drinking straight from the bottle.

He hadnt even bothered to pore it into a glass because he would end up drinking the whole bottle anyways.

(bottles and time passed)

3 bottles of demonius later and lucifer finally felt at ease. His alcohol tolerance was naturally very high so if he really wanted to get black out drunk like mammon and Asmodeus sometimes did at parties he would have to at least drink 6 bottles of demonius.

No the 3 bottles just left him tipsy and on edge, feeling like he wanted to have some sexual gratification.

he took the empty bottle of demonius and looked at the shape. The bottles in the devildom (and human world) didnt look to different from those weird toys he saw Asmodeus walking with a few times.

He smirked opening his drawer he took some orgasm gel out. It was the gel he had wanted to use with mc, mc however was already wet enough on their own for him. Dripping down their legs before lucifer even entered them.

He smiled.

However he wasnt going to be dependent on some human to satisfy him.

He didnt want you to think he needed you.

No he was going to satisfy himself with this bottle of demonius, that was now covered in gel. He undid his pants, pulled off his underwear,

and let his hardening member jump out. He putting it on his desk and started to roll the cold bottle back and forth slowly.

his cock hardening at the temperature difference of the bottle. "Fuck " he muttered while pleasuring himself.

He would've been more than embarrassed if anyone would ever know what he was doing, no this was something only he would ever know about.

The only reason he didn't cum was because he didnt want the paperwork to be dirty with his cum. He would never stoop so low.

No he would never.

After massaging his cock with the bottle until it turned the temperature of his skin he looked at the bottle again.

Another idea popped up in his head.

The top looked to be the similar shape of the dildo he had bought recently for mc.

They had been very thankful and thrilled to try it out.

So curious that they couldnt wait to try it and he ended up watching them masterbate in front of him. He shouldve filmed it.

Such a gorgeous delicious sight should be filmed after all he thought.

He'd have to ask mc next time if he could film it.

Their moans of that night had flooded his senses remembering the lovely noises they had made, they seemed to feel so good with that toy inside their ass cumming on his sofa in his secret study.

He walked over to the sofa and looked.

mcs cum still visible on the dark red velvet.

He smirked positioning himself on the sofa ass up.

putting gell on the other side of the bottle now before slowly sliding the bottle in his ass.

A fairly loud moan escaped his mouth.

Its a good thing he had casted a spell to make this room sound proof for the time being otherwise his brithers might of heard him.

No that would be unbearable. They would definitely tease him over it, and his pride would be more shattered than ever.

Due to the orgasm gel his slit around it quite easily. He positioned himself feeling the cold glass reach deeper and deeper in his ass.

His body now felt like it was on fire with pleasure. Another loud moan escaped his mouth. Then he started thrusting the bottle in and out of his ass.

He could feel a orgasm going through his body at high speed.

Faster and faster rougher and rougher. As long as he was in control he didn't care how rough it was.

(nothing to rough for this sadist)

The sounds of his moan increasing in volume with every thrust.

He felt pure pleasure as he felt he was going to cum, he had preps for that to happen however and he Swiftly took the other empty bottle of demonius as he cummed into the bottle.

Putting the full bottle of cum to the side.

He was going to keep thrusting for a littke more he thought.

"Lucifer?"

Lucifer stiffened at hearing your voice, and looked at you like a deer in the headlights.

"what are you doing?"

"Nothing i i was doingbpaperwork "

"with that bottle up your ass? "

You couldnt help but laugh.

Not in a humiliation way but it was the last thing you had expected to walk into when opening his door.

After the knocking was left unanswered you had stepped in only to find lucifer with a bottle of demonius up his as and flushed cheecks as red as apples.

I can explain lucifer quickly pulled the bottle out and sad up, his pride scattered and fearfully awaiting your reaction. What was he thinking not putting a spell on the lock!?.

He would have to wash those bottles secretly later.

washing would be safer due to nosey brothers . you would never be sure if anyone found the bottles or would stumble upon it by accident.

They woukdve immediately known who the bottles had belonged to, after all lucifer was the only one having multiple bottles of demonius on him at all times.

"Lucifer, im sorry for laughing my beloved. Its just that i hadnt expected to find you.. In such state"

... Lucifer fell silent. he felt like his life was over. he was beating himself up for letting this happen.

What would you think of him now?

Would you turn away? He would never get over it if you did.

Sensing his worry you walk up to him and put a arm around his shoulder (not knowing if you should put them on his cock instead)

"Lucy i understand"

You smile at him.

With bewilderment in his eyes he looks at you.

"You do? "

"Yes lucy babe i do, you were under so much stress today. i already thought you had forgotten our date tonight so i initially came to remind you of it "

"im so sorry mc i shouldnt forget -"

"no its okay Lucy its not your fault"

You looked over to the second bottle of demonius on the ground, seeing what you were almost sure to be Lucy's cum in it.

"It is mc how can i apologise? "

"Ill take that bottle"

before he can say no or even think about it you grab the bottle crawl to the corner of the sofa and smell the liquid in it.

Now emerged with the smell of the last bits of demonius his cum smelled like some sort of delicate wine.

"hhhmmmmm it smells so good lucy darling"

He looks at you in shock for a bit but as soon as he realises you dont judge him for masterbating with a bottle he loosens up.

"Does it now my beloved? "

You look up happily

"Yes"

Lucifer chuckles he tries to take the bottle back but you see it comming and quickly run to the other side of the room.

"Nuh uh its mine now lucy"

Lucifer scoffs and makes his way over to you.

Before he can reach you however you already started drinking his cum out of the bottle. Your eyes still fixated on his to see his reaction.

He looks at you before regrouping himself and making his way over to you.

You run to the other side before you continue drinking his cum wine.

"Hmmm mm hmmmmmm, if water tasted like this i would definitely drink enough on a day"

"Mc, stop this weird behavior at once and hand me the bottle..

before i punish you."

He reaches to grab you but having spend so much time with mammon you know how to avoid getting caught. Running further.

Lucifer can't help but smirk, after all hes secretly really proud of you and himself. After all you said his cum is delicious and are getting quite protective.

it is as if lucifer has to take candy from a child.

"Be a good girl and finish it all then"

Your eyes sparkle in excitement

*Really lucy? Thank you!! "

You sit down on the sofa again tired from running around. Lucifer sits besides you rubbing your back waiting for you to finish it all.

You do finish it surprisingly fast and put down the empty bottle. You want to hug him but-

Lucifer grips your hands and handcufs them

"Lucy?"

"yes darling"

he smirks biting your ear softly.

You squeel

"Lucy what are we going to do? We have to be at the restaurant at 6 remember?"

He positions you in a way your but is sticking up. He squeezes it and this draws a moan from your mouth.

"I remember that, we still have 3 hours"

"but-" you stammer.

"i said i would punish you

so be prepared sitting might hurt a bit in the restaurant. "

He says as he takes out his whip ready to spank you senseless for not obeying him.

I hope you enjoyed.

Im sorry for spelling errors im dyslexic😣

[ibroughtyoumybullets]

Are you going to riotfest? I'm in Chicago and I've never gone but I am frothing at the mouth to see MCR and so it's Happening except I've never actually been to a concert or music festival and I have no idea what I'm doing. Help. How do I like...navigate a giant situation I have no framework for. Tips?

i am going to riot fest!!!

so ive never been to riot, and really the only event ive been to that is sort of comparable in size is warped tour - so please take all advice given here with a grain of salt<3 (also seasoned and semi seasoned riot veterans who follow me please chime in with ur opinions). the fact that you’ve never been to a concert is WILD to me and im so excited this is going to be ur first one it’s going to be GREAT. you’re already in a decent situation in that you are from Chicago so you are on home turf - however: here are the various things i can think of right now that you should consider, which i have attempted to put into some kind of order. apologies for how long this is. 

1. How are you getting to Riot? - Walking? Uber? Driving? Train?  -- driving probably is a bad idea because of parking logistics, but I am no Chicago expert.  

2. What is your planned arrival time?  - Coordinate this with your planned method of transportation. This can mean considering traffic, train times, walking distance, or uber surcharges.  -- Please see #4a for more contingences. 

3. What is your planned departure time?  - MCR are headlining their night, so you will be leaving pretty late. Last year, headliners sets went until 10pm. Coordinate this fact with how you will be getting home.  -- SAFETY TIP: It’s good practice to let somebody at home, or a friend of yours, know when you plan to leave the festival, and when you plan to arrive home, so somebody will notice if something is amiss. Communicate this information accordingly. This goes double if you plan to be drinking or otherwise intoxicated. 

4. Prepare for and plan your day.  4a. Some things to consider: Riot fest starts around noon, and ends around 10pm, and is an outdoor festival. Are you comfortable being there for the full 10 hours, or will you want to arrive closer to MCR’s set? Will you need to find somewhere to sit? Do you have any mobility aids or service animals you will need to account for? (Please see here on the riot fest website for more details) How comfortable are you in various weather scenarios? Have an honest conversation with yourself about what you are up for - the last thing we want is you having to leave before MCRs set.  4b. Make a rough schedule of where you’ll want to be throughout the day. Last year, the full line up dropped on May 14th, and the day-by-day lineup dropped the following week. The schedule/set-times didn’t drop until September, though, which gives you plenty of time to think about what bands you might want to see. You can consult Riot’s website closer to the festival, and carve out a schedule for yourself so you don’t feel overwhelmed about where you want to be, when. Do you plan to meet up with anybody at the festival? Try to get their contact info before hand, and come up with a place to meet if possible, so you aren’t wandering around looking for one another.  4c. Double check your tickets - what type of ticket did you buy? Does your ticket class allow re-entry? What bathrooms can you use? Do you have to pick up your tickets at will-call? These are all important things to make note of.  4d. What are your plans for post-riot? Riot puts on various afterparties across the city (Here are 2021′s examples on their website) If you plan to attend one of those, make sure you coordinate tickets and transportation. 

5.  Day-of Prep 5a. Wake up with time to spare in alignment with when you want to arrive at Riot. Eat a nutritious breakfast, and hydrate. 5b. Get dressed. I won’t tell you where to draw the line between a cute outfit and something practical, but keep in mind various weather situations, how long you will be on your feet and moving around, and your general comfort.  5c. Gather items you may need. These may include: A portable phone charger, sunscreen, bugspray, medications, a camelbak or other waterbottle, blanket, a backpack, ID, cash/card, or any other number of items. The full list of items allowed/not allowed at riot can be found on their website here.  - If you plan to buy merch, I would consider bringing a bag of some sort, so you don’t have to carry it around all day. That is so annoying to have to do.  -- don’t bring anything you don’t need and can’t deal with having stolen. sometimes people are shitty, and the larger a group of people is, the more likely somebody shitty is going to be there waiting to fuck your day up. Consider a fanny pack, zipper pockets, or flipbelt to protect your phone, money, and other personal items from said shitty thieves.  6. Go forth and rock out 6a. Have fun at the festival, and take care of yourself! Make sure you stay hydrated and eat some food, take breaks when you need to, and don’t be afraid to leave a crowd/pit/etc if you need to. Taking care of your body is punk rock as fuck.  6b. Take photos or videos if you want to, but also try to enjoy the moment! I wrote you a whole guide here so I’m allowing myself an old man tangent but being on your phone the whole time at a show is honestly fucking lame. Record a bit of your favorite song, or take photos of the stage set up prior - but try to enjoy the show as it happens in front of you. /oldmantangent. sorrynotsorry.  6c. Did you make post-festival plans? Are you meeting up with anybody? Go finish your night!!  6d. Go home and sleep HARD, because you are going to be exhausted.  - honestly, if i were you, I would take the next day after the festival off from work/school, etc. You’re probably going to be exhausted, and you deserve to have fun without worrying about when you are going to have to get up the next morning. 

7. have any other questions? ask around! i’m happy to help, and i’m sure a bunch of other people are as well. I hope this was useful to you, and I’m really excited for you!!

[cuddlesslut]

A Happy Accident

Definitely Nsfw! And Crack 😊

Summary: it's an honest mistake really sending a message to the wrong chat. But what about when you send your nude to the wrong chat...

Warning: Nsfw, pet names, degradation,daddy kink, sex, fingering, anal, double penetration, blow jobs

Please Read. This is my first time writing smut. And it took me a long time to write this. I'm sorry in advance for any and all grammar and spelling errors. I hope you enjoy it and that it's up to your standards. 💕💕😚💕💕

Part Seven: The deed

You stood next to these boys several times before but never before had you realized how tall they actually were. Towering over you. Maybe teasing them so much while you were at school wasnt such a good idea because as soon as the three volleyball players stepped into your room, the door was locked, you were pushed against into their embrace their hands flying to you not missing a beat. You stood there your shirt had been removed leaving you in only your bra, school skirt, and panties that were getting more and more drenched. Your back was pressed tightly again Bokuto's chest his mouth placed hot, messy kisses on your neck. As Kuroo’s tongue danced in your mouth stealing the air out of your lungs. You threw your head back against Bo’s shoulder biting your lip trying to suppress the moan errupting from you as he snuck his hand in between you and the middle blocker grazing his fingers over clothed warmth . You felt slender fingers grasp on to your jaw directing your attention to Akaashi who stood next to the group. Your eyes locked on to his pretty dick in his hand thumb rubbing over his red tip stroking his length.  

“look at me baby girl,” the setter said “i want to hear you, Understand,” his tight grip loosening his fingers moved from your jaw to your swollen lips. His thumb rubbing over bottom lip just as you had seen him do to the tip of his hard cock. Another moan ripped from your throat as Bokuto finally slipped his hand under the fabric petting his fingers through your folds.

“Aaah Bo-,” you were cut off by kaashi two fingers being shoved into your mouth.

“Suck.” he stated voice firm as his eyes bore into yours. Not needing to be told twice you wrapped you lips around his digits tongue swirling around them. 

“Fuck, Kitten,” Kurro chuckled “Youre such a good girl,” he praised. His large hand roaming around your chest reach behind you to undo your bra. Finally freeing your breast the cold air stinging your hard nipples. His rough fingers caressing the hardened nub. Causing you to arch into the touch moaning around Akaashi's slender fingers.

“beautiful ,” Kurro cooed. moving his lips down to your breast taking a bud into his mouth sending shivers down your spine, feeling his hot mouth on your breast while he pinched the other sending you into even more of a sexual frenzy.  

Seeing this as the perfect opportunity the ace behind you finally inserted two fingers into your wet heat. causing you to squeak from the sudden sinful stretch of your most sensitive area feeling with fingers being squeezed by your aching heat.

“shit ,” he cursed feeling his fingers being sucked into you “you're so fucking tight my little whore,,” he groaned into your ear finally stopping the assault on your neck that had no doubt was covered in bruises. “ that greedy little cunt of yours is just swallowing my fingers up. he laughed as he thrusted his fingers in and out of your heat curling his fingers and touching the perfect spot deep inside of you.

Akaashi could see your high climbing and see you so close to your first release he removed his fingers from your mouth a string of saliva trailing from his digits to you. He moved his hand down to your neglected bundle of nerves. 

Its like these boys were telepathic the way they worked so in sync working your body over. Your legs feeling weak as Bokuto fingers pistioned in and out of you. Kuroo rolling a nipple in between his teeth. His right hand gripping on to your free tit. the final straw was the light pinch kaashi gave your clit. Sending waves of pleasure over you stimulated body. a lewd moan ripping through you as your legs gave out from under you.

Bokuto's strong arms wrapping around you guiding you to the bed so you can catch your breath. Resting in the center of the bed you throw your head back chest rising from what could probably be the best orgasm you've had so far. You look up to see that the three boys had rid themselves of their clothes. standing there in front of you almost predatory. they stood there with so much confidence looking like three Greek Gods. Eyes scanning their bodies you felt your arousel growing as your eyes dropped to what each of them were packing. Eyes blown wide with lust and wonder at how you were going to take all of them. You bit your lip looking at your three lovers. Kuroo smirking at you , Akaashi had a stoic look almost emotionless but his eyes said it all they stared deep into to you with such intensity. His eyes showing just as much lust for you as you had for him. Bokuto however stood there the most mischievous grin. 

“Are you okay baby girl?” akaashi questioned.

“Yes sir “

“Good,” he climbed into the bed with you. crawling between your thighs.” then theres no need for these,” he smirk pulling you lace panties and Nekoma skirt down your legs leaving you completely bare to the boys in front you. 

Akaashi made his way over you body pinning you to the bed his hands running up you figure before he captured you in a searing kiss. your tongues struggling for dominance in which the setter quickly won the battle and ground his hard cock against you causing you to gasp from the friction. 

“She makes the pretty sounds doesnt she” Kuroo praised 

“fuck.. dont forget to share Akaashi,” bokuto smirked

“OH dont worry shes gunna take care of all of us, arent you baby,” he stated no question in his voice as he flipped the two of you. So you were now straddling his waist. 

‘ yes ,” you mumbled lost in the feeling of his hot length sliding against you clit.

Akaashi hand wound its way into your hair tugging slightly pulling you head back.

“what was that Baby Girl?” eyebrows hitch in a stern questioning look. a domineering look that cause a flood of frustration straight to your center.

“YES SIR ,” you gasped . 

“Wow kaashi you got her trained so well already,” bokuto chuckled from his new position behind you. His strong hands firmly grabbing at you plump ass. 

“Dont worry,” he said said breath hitting you as he nipped at your ear. “ were going to take good care off you too.” 

You shuddered from the promise Bo made getting lost in a frenzy of thoughts. all the different ways they could use your body. Akaashi could see the excitement you radiated. He readjusted himself his tip grazing your soaked entrance. He looked up to your eyes waiting for the reassurance you quickly gave him before pushing his head past your folds slowing pulling you farther down his length. You were lost in the beautiful sight in front of you that was stoic Akaashi Keiji eyes pressed shut, head tilted back and lip pressed between his teeth , in pleasure as he felt you tight cunt clinching around him. Finally reaching the base you shuddered from how much he stretched you.

On the other side if you you could feel Bokutos fingers now slathered in lube start to prep your second hole. “be a good slut and show me how well you take care of them,” he smirked. Directing your attention to Kuroo. Who now stood next to the three of them. His heavy dick in hand the swollen tip leaking precum.

“You ready to suck Daddys cock Kitten?” He asked patting his hot length against your face sliding it to your soft lips. leaving behind a sticky trail of precum. You open your mouth giving little kitten lick to his flushed tip staring straight into his eyes. 

“good girl,” he purred as you wrapped your lips around him. your tongue swirling around his member as you took him farther into you mouth.

“Mmmhn” you moaned around Kuroo as Akaashi started his assault on you pussy snapping his hips up. His length hitting deep inside of you. Akaashis largers hands grabbed at your cheeks pulling them further apart helping Bokuto sink two fingers into you tight whole. You choked around Kuroo as Bo breached the tight muscle.

“Fuck Kitten,” Kuroo moaned as you took him farther into you wet mouth. His right hand gripped tightly into you H/C hair as he fucked into your wide open mouth. His left hand grabbing and pinching your perky nipples. Tears prickling your eyes from the stimulation as Akaashi contiued drilling into you. “You're such a good girl.”

Akaashi was amazed as the sight in front of him. You looking so utterly helpless being attaked on all sides. He reached one of his hands up to your neck feel Kuroo hard cock sliding down you throat as you took all of him. 

You start to squeeze tight as you high started approaching. And you werent the only one . Kuroo thrust getting sloppy as he fucked deep into your face.

“im going to come Kitten,” he warned. But you continued your assault hollowing your cheeks around him finally drawing out his orgasm as he spilt his seed into your mouth . He pulled out leaving a trail of white that spilt down your chin. Ypu swallowed the load. smiling up at Kuroo. 

Your attenion brought back to your situation as Boukto pushed you forward pressing you chest into Akaashi. Giving him easy access as he started to push his tip into your prepped entrance. Kaashi slowed down his movement to better help you adjust to Bo slowly sinking farther into your ass. Both stilled allowing you to adjust to the intrusion. Akaashi took you lips into a reassuring kiss as Bokuto ran his hands down your back soothingly. 

“Are you ready Y/n,” Bokuto asked.

“Yes please move, both of you,” you gasp going stir crazy.

The boys started their movement, Moving in tandem never letting you feel empty. Your had never felt more full. Your high quickly approaching again. your walls begin closing around Akaashi and it clear he wont last much longer with how you closing around him. He sped up his thrust. moving like a man on a mission, His grip on your waist bruising as drove into you most sensitive spot driving you over the edge.

“Kaaashi,” you exclamied as your body shook from pleasure. Your heat clenched tight around his length. Pushing Akaashi into his own release painting your walls in his white seed. Your arms gave out causing you to fall into his chest. You barried your face in the crook of his neck anchoring yourself as Bokuto continued his assault from behind.

“Fuck that was hot watching your slutty pussy taking all of kaashi,” he goaded. “hows it feel being stuffed full of our cum Y/N” he continued. he looked down at his cock disappearing inside your tight ass. 

“Sht your doing such a good job being our cumslut,” he said giving your ass a hard smack. Causing you to bite into Akaashi’s neck as Bo fucked you into his best friend. Your intense orgasm building again quicker this time from the added stimulation of your previous pleasure.

“come for me one more time Y/n” bokuto commanded as he moved a hand around to your clit. Rubbing your bundle of nerves sending sparks of electricity through you body pull a scream from your overstimulated body as you came hard. Your scream alone was enough to send Bokuto into a frenzy as he fucked you through your relase before emptying himself to you. 

Nothing was heard in the room except the heavy breathing of all its occupants. Your body finally betraying you as you collasped on to the bed. Your legs shaking. 

“You did amazing Beautiful,” Bokuto said moving up to you placing a kiss to your temple smoothing your hair out of you exhausted face. Akaashi rubbed his hand soothingly over body.

“lets clean you up Kitten,” kuroo said kissing your lips once more.

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Camp Beaverbrook | 008

CHECK OUT THE STORY FROM THE START HERE

Hey Dad,

Oh my god, it’s so unfair that you’re already on your way to the Bahama’s! I know that Miss Henderson from down the block is picking up the mail right now- so there’s a huge chance she’ll read this before you do. Anyway, I really hope you catch all the rays and take advantage of that buffet… On a darker note, that camper, Jane, she hasn’t been found yet. Here’s to hoping.

Love you lots,

Chloe.

Chloe’s fingers ran against the grooved wood of the cabin wall. She could feel the subtle coolness soaking in through the glass paned window. Her breath clouded the surface, she could drag her finger across it and draw a lopsided heart as she used to when she was younger. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on the camp sign.

The engraved lettering was washed in a mix of blue and red every few moments, blinking and flashing to the point of morphing into a dark purple. It shaded Chloe’s features and made them look dark and cynical, she breathed out, letting the sheer white curtains in the cabin fall back to their resting place.

She cast her stare over to the tables that were filled with campers, some of them had the sense to awkwardly look back down at the ribbon they were weaving, the others openly gawked and even shifted their chairs to get a better look at the sheriff’s car that had pulled up a few moments ago.

Chloe cleared her throat evenly, shoving her hands in the pockets over her woven green shorts. She wishes she wore something longer. But Aubrey had pulled her aside and instructed her to keep her campers longer than usual. They were all blinking silently at her, those who hadn’t caught up quickly averted their attention.

Hayley, an older camper with a pension for anger and bribery was sitting in the corner, her feet up and a magazine in front of her face. They had moved her from her cabin, taken her away from a potential crime scene that made Chloe’s stomach churn.

“Miss Beale?” Anthony spoke up from his seat at the end of the table. He was a slight boy that was often swallowed up by his clothes. His mother hovered too much and had a whole list of things he couldn’t do. Aubrey practically ignored all the demands except for the peanut allergy.

“Yeah, bud?” She asked, squatting down so she could get a good look at the bracelet that he was struggling with. “Need some help?”

“No… What are the police doing here?” Hayley scoffed and turned the page of her magazine, Chloe fought the urge to turn around and shoot her a glare. Instead, she lifted both of her eyebrows, her stare moving over to the window once more. Anthony blinked a few times and shifted in his seat to the point of draping his arm over the back of the chair. “Did someone drown?”

“Wha- No,” Chloe stood, shaking her head as the rest of the room stared at her evenly. She had a dozen tiny eyes blinking and hoping for an explanation. Aubrey had prepped her on how to keep them busy, but not what to say if they started to ask questions. No one counted on the questions. “Everything is fine, the Sheriff is just visiting.”

Anna picked up a pair of safety scissors “No he’s not, something is wrong, my dad says that cops never show up unless someone is guilty of something.”  

“Your dad sounds like he watches too much Barney Miller.”

Chloe folded her arms over her chest and directs her attention towards the door to the crafting cabin. She scrunched up her features as Anna shrugged her shoulders and went back to cutting the lengths of string. Stacie Conrad was leaning against the door, her nose raw and red from the chilly night air, flashes of purple dominating her stance. She lifted her chin, sullen eyes shifting towards the front of the cabin.

“Hayley,”

“Yeah, yeah” She responded setting down the magazine and leaning forward to talk to the kids. She didn’t look like the caring type, but at this moment, Chloe didn’t’ seem to care. There was a certain jarring effect to the quad being bathed in the cold atmosphere of police lights. One that settled against the inside of her stomach and made her feel hollow the second she shut the door behind her. Stacie was leaning against the railing of the porch, a worried look etched upon her features.

She had underestimated the effect of the cold chill in the air, hugging her arms close.

“People are asking a lot of questions.” Stacie finally said, voice sullen. “Gail has been in that cabin fortress of hers talking to the sheriff for close to an hour now. It looks like they called someone up from the state too.”

Chloe dug her nails into the wood of the railing and leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the silver and blue car that had its headlights trained at the mess hall. Next to that was a black El Dorado that reminded Chloe of a supervillain, or someone who would pop the collar of his trench coat.

A stranger did lean against the front of the car, making it tilt to one side. He had a cigar trapped between his teeth as smoke rose into the starry sky almost as if it belonged. His hands were crossed over his chest and his lungs puffed out little rings. Beca Mitchell stood close by him, talking animatedly about something. He kept a calm composure compared to her arms cutting through the air.

He shook his head and put a hand on her shoulder before stomping out the cigar. Beca glared at the contact but didn’t’ make a move to shove him off. “You think that guy is with the state?”

“Don’t see why else he would come up to a small camp like this over someone who probably ran away in the middle of the night.”

Chloe pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and rocked back and forth on her heels. The man glanced towards them, giving a half-hearted wave before Beca lowered her eyes into her palm, rubbing her temples. “I don’t understand why he’d be talking to Beca.”

“She was the last one to see Jane, Chloe. I’m sure that’s it.”  

Chloe put all her weight on her hands and let the wood dig into soft palms. Beca still hadn’t looked up from her own grasp, and the man had removed his cigar before shoving the burning embers into the painted hood of the car. He dusted his hands off and gave her roommate one last squeeze on the shoulder pulled his car door open. Even from here, Chloe cringed at the way the El Dorado groaned.

“You ever notice how Beca just kind of sneaks off all the time?”

Chloe knit her brow together. She didn’t’ think it was all of the time. There were moments where she would run out on a meal and end up begging Jesse to let her eat the dry cereal that was kept on top of the fridge. Times where Chloe would wake up to Beca grasping a flashlight before dawn even broke and heading into the foggy hills. But she wouldn’t say it was all the time.

“No, I can’t say I have.”

Beca Mitchell was an enigma in herself; she was rough around the edges, a tough nut to crack as far as Chloe was concerned. Everything about the woman was enough to send her heart into overdrive. She would sneak into the placid throws of a forest without light and it would make Chloe question everything- question her well being and her blind trust in a woman she had just met.

But then, Beca Mitchell would cover her up when she got into the cabin, smelling like enough pine to stir Chloe’s senses. She would pull the edges of the blanket over her shoulders and ever give it a slight squeeze before silently slipping off her converse. They had flames on them. She would gently talk to a crying child and apply a bandage, and she would help Jesse in the mess hall with dishes in sparing conversation. But maybe Stacie had a point. Maybe Beca did harbor something other than a caged heart and a pension to get under Aubrey Posen’s skin.

They watched Beca as she watched the man. His headlights ignited the dirt kicked up by rubber tires in a smoky mess that would irritate anyone. The silver bumper of his car came close enough to clip the belt buckle on Beca’s frayed jean shorts, but she refused to move, a worried scowl on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.

The stranger seemed to light another cigar, it’s angry red end glowing like a demon with prey in its vision, jaws dripping and engine growling. He said something to her through an open window leaking acid smoke. Beca Mitchell simply nodded, and Chloe Beale hugged herself closer.

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The Mechanical Dragon (Part 17)

The corpse collectors come on a smoldering sunny day. Just on time too, because the body is starting to smell. Rot fills the house and raises bile to Zirin’s throat. Still she has trouble turning her father over to them. “You can’t take ‘im not yet.” She insists. But the lead corpse collector shakes her head and helps her partner hoist Okon into the cart.

 “My condolences, sincere condolences.” The woman apologizes. “But he can’t stay there.”

 “We’ll take care of him until the funeral has been prepped.” The man vows.

 Despite the well intentions, they have done little to console her. Zirin isn’t sure that she can stomach attending a funeral. Part of her is still convinced that he is going to wake up and scold her for getting wasted. That part of her churns uncomfortably at the notion of putting him in the dirt. She has no one to voice this to. And no one to confide in as she watches the cart roll away down the gravel road where it is eventually swallowed up by the heat mirage.  She closes the door quickly, feeling empty within. She can hear ever creak in the house, every draft against the rafters. And when she can’t, it is far too silent.

 She goes to her bedroom, where she had last seen Azula but no matter how many times she checks, the princess still isn’t in it. She can’t be sure of when she had left, but she just knows that her absence has a very tangible feel to it. The same feeling has haunted her for days now.

Yet she doesn’t have the willpower to seek the princess out again—she is probably long gone anyhow. Perhaps if she is lucky—which she hasn’t been in ages now—Azula will make her own way home.

 In the meantime she fantasizes and in her fantasies, Azula comes back with very heartfelt apologies and armfuls of flowers. Sometimes the flowers are swapped out for gold or fine silks. But each time the princess is tearful and remorseful, pleading almost. It is a gross re-write of her entire character and Zirin feels bad for having conjured up such a version at all.

 .oOo.

 She hasn’t eaten in days, it is hard to do so when her appetite is so lost. Zirin begins to think that the princess was her source of energy and sustainability. She is growing obsessed and she thinks that Azula is lucky to have disappeared, lest she fall victim to a stalker.

There is something so broken inside of her, Zirin decides to herself. She doesn’t know how to fight it.

 She steps out into a her garden...

Okon’s garden.

It was something that used to bring her peace of mind and time to flush out the negativity. But that was when it had been teeming with life. She hasn’t tended to it in a very long time—she couldn’t do so without thinking of the man she planted it with in the first place and without thinking of the nights she spent there with Azula.

 Its grasses are dry now and make rough crackling noises when stepped upon. Petals are shriveled with dull colors, the remanence of former vibrancy. Fruits have dropped from sickly branches they are too heavy for. They have the smell of decay and fester with maggots. Some of them weep a blackish slosh, that has a tang of sweetness amid the fouler over-scent. The only life lurking in her sorry excuse for a garden are the flies that form clouds around the dead fruit.

 Zirin knows that the house is no longer hers.

 .oOo.

 The jungle isn’t kind to her, it has offered her an assortment of bites she can’t identify. Some itch and some rash. Some are just there, nasty raised dots on her skin. It is much too hot. Zirin doesn’t remember this jungle being so harsh.

 She had planned on finding herself a new place, somewhere deep in the jungle far from her old life. Now her goal is to get to the magma mounds and pitch herself upon one of the rocks. She fears that she won’t make it to the kinder parts of the spirit world with Okon, but it is worth a try.

 It rained the night before and the jungle is still weeping, drops fall from fronds in random intervals or whenever the breeze ghosts by. A light fog clings to the ground clawing at Zirin’s ankles as it goes its way. Bird calls are scares this deep in the jungle and the ones she hears are lonely laments. Overall it is a gloomy sort of day. Not that she can tell the difference between an overcast day and a bright one. Still, she doesn’t remember the jungle being this somber and foreboding. Maybe it knows that she is on her death march.

 She can see the mounds now; mesmerizing, bleak, earthy spires that twist and curl before her. They only grow bigger and more oppressive as she draws nearer. This was where the darkness began. She can still see Azula’s blood where it had been collected on one of the rocks. She would have a similar pool soon.

 She takes in a deep breath and contemplates how to go about doing this.  How is she going to climb up one of them and which one? She’s going to have to find a mound that towers over another but spaced out in rather close proximity. She tries to push out thoughts of failure and survival. She can’t afford that right now. She thinks about the best way to succeed. Rather she tries to, it is hard to think when one finds that they are no longer alone.

That that hadn’t been alone to begin with.

 At first she doesn’t hear the muffled sob. It is so sort that it might as well not have been there at all. Maybe the ghost of someone who had the same idea as Zirin. But the sound comes again, it is a very human sound.

It grips at Zirin in a suffocating, way that she can’t quite fathom.

It is lonely. It is tormented.

Haunting.

Somehow graceful and beautiful as it is melancholy.

 It almost coaxes her to go ahead and make the leap. It is so terribly overwhelming and heart-wrenching and Zirin still can’t place why. Not until she turns to the source. She thinks that deep in her broken soul and aching bones, she knew exactly what she was hearing.

Who she was hearing.

 Azula is a very unmistakable presence, no matter how timid she is in body.          

 Strangely, as Zirin observes her, in body, she is both timid and fierce all at once. She is strong and weak in a single moment. The tormenter and the tormented inhibiting the same form. But above all she is a rather disturbing sight to behold.

In her shaking hands she holds a needle and a pelt.  

 Fresh blood accents her left arm. Zirin can’t tell whose it is. She has a gleam in her eyes, an awful gleam. She meets Zirin’s eyes as she fixes the pelt over her arm, just above the first one. Her face twitches in pain as the needle pricks her arm.

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Sex Traingle…. The breaking….

Pc Principal really didn’t want to believe it was true of what Victoria had told him about love…..

But Pc Principal then saw the signs…. One night when attempting to have sex with Strong Woman….

Pc Principal literally saw Victoria in his eyes while fucking his woman…..

Pc Principal kept on yelling in the inside… THIS CAN’T BE FUCKING HAPPENING….

But it was… He see’s Victoria when looking at Strong Woman….

Strong Woman’s face dropped… She asks what was wrong with him? Seeing the pure shock in his eyes….

Pc Principal denies there is anything wrong with him! Pc Principal lies saying he feels sick and runs to the bathroom!!

Back against the door… Panting and gasping like hell…. Pc Principal prayed to GOD this wasn’t real.....

Victoria still havibg serious struggles with her urges.... The worst time to have one is right in the middle of a class..... Feeling hot, horny, wet will trying to draw out the measurement of different types of objects....

Victoria could think of something else with an long measurement.... She tries to snap herself out of it.....

Long story short Pc Principal and Victoria continued to have sex after working hours... Doing it at school was to risky now... They have to go a cheap motel outside of South Park...

Pc Principal finally stopped lying to himself.... It did hurt...

Victoria comforts PCP, telling him that the same thing happens to a million people every year.... (Am I right people?...)

Pc Principal accepted the horrible truth... Now he had to think how he was gonna break up with Strong Woman....

There was no fucking way anyone would believe it if Pc Principal told everyone that his inappropriate relationship with Strong Woman has ended....

Meanwhile Strong Woman is suspicious of the way Pc Principal has been acting... She needed to know what was going on....

Strong Woman closely examined Pc Principal the next day at work... Unfortunately... Pc Principal wasn't aware of this as he is was just keeping the time of his and Victoria's after work sex...

Whenever Pc Principal left the room, she followed behind... So far, Strong Woman found nothing out of the ordinary... Though she wasn't so easily fooled...

When it was the end of the day, Pc Principal told her that he had to go to another Pc Prep Rally.

Strong Woman wasn't taking any chance's... She continued to observe Pc Principal, to finally find out what was going on....

Strong Woman arrived at the so-called Pc Prep Rally to find her boyfriend open the door to a cheap blonde whore...

Strong Woman was deep shock when she saw it was Victoria... As he stood there and saw them make out...

Strong Woman knew the truth....  She kept it to herself... Trying to be strong.... Feeling many emotions right now...  Something in her was changing....

Meanwhile... Things weren't great as usual in South Park either.... Someone had been slaughtering pc bros.....

The police are calling him the Pc Bro Massacre....

Weeks and weeks of nonstop gruesome death investigations... Yates and his men threw up everytime they found another dead Pc bro....

In the past month they have seen a decapitated Pc bro with his head exploded in the microwave... A Pc bro hacked into tiny pieces.... A Pc bro's face deeply smashed in..... A Pc Pro impaled with a snooker stick.... A pc bro butchered and hanged...

They rest.. Yates and the rest of the police don't want to say.....

The only less gruesome death was the bleached beer......

Pc Principal had been in a rough state after what happened.... Victoria was there to comfort him.... Randy had been none-stop crying over his fellow Pc bros....

A lot were expecting Pc Principal was the murderer.... They had been hiding his relationship with Strong Woman... What if there where more secrets?...

Victoria and the rest of the folk who was still on Pc Principal's side had to prove his innocence!... It wasn't easy....

The kids where doing a lot better fucking investigating than the police....

Who soon discovered who the killer truly was......

Part 3.... Sex Triangle Broken...

(As I promised my fans, I tied something new with this alternate idea to spice it up and make it more exciting, random fans who are seeing this and are thinking WTF? Sorry Lol.... This is an old theory, im hoping to show U all my new idea that im working on XD)