#srta lmao

[saipng]

huntin’ cryptids

(based on this)

[mistxmood]

zora salazar doesn’t cry anymore

[painhaver-moved]

oh fuck new band shirt (xe/he)

[matsuoclan]

take me to the limit

Pairing: Jax x human!FMC x Cal Rating: Explicit (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) Summary: What happens in Vegas...

Tagging: @desiree-0816 @its-de @euphonyinestetica @lilyofchoices @lahaela @brightpinkpeppercorn @msjpuddleduck @srta-give-me-my-jax-rl

Notes: This is it. the spitroast fic. i meant for this to be out on bloodbound eve but. at least it’s out now LMAO also a huge thank you to @euphonyinestetica for “baby girl” i owe you BIG

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It's so good.

Sex with Jax is always good. Always fun, always hot. Jax is so very talented at leaving her sated and boneless afterwards, trembling and wondering how on earth she’s ever supposed to recover from having a vampire lover.

But maybe that’s the point. Maybe she isn’t supposed to.

Their sex life isn’t lacking. It’s the best sex she’s ever had and probably the best she’ll ever have. God forbid she and Jax break up at any point, because she’ll never find anyone who’s as good as him and who can go as long. There’s no one else, and she’s just fine with that.

Which is why tonight is something of an anomaly.

She blames Vegas.

Vegas, and getting trapped in glass cages like animals, and escaping those cages with their lives intact, that is.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Jax grunts, and thrusts up, knocking a gasp out of her. Sweat sticks his hair to his forehead and she can tell he’s struggling not to do more, trapped underneath her while she’s impaled on his cock. He swears when she clenches around him, head thrown back against the mattress.

“Only like this?” she coos, slowly lifting herself off his cock until only the head remains inside her. When she doesn’t immediately sink back down, he opens his mouth to retort, eyes flashing red and teeth beginning to sharpen, but whatever he means to say dies in his throat when she snaps her hips down, thoroughly enjoying the way the veins on his neck stand out.

Jax exhales sharply, hands clamped tight above her knees. “You doing ok over there, wolfman?” he calls hoarsely.

“Just waiting my turn, bloodsucker.”

She turns her head over her shoulder then, shivering when bright yellow eyes meet hers. Cal sits off to the side in one of the hotel armchairs, naked as the day he was born, legs spread wide as he slowly jacks his cock with one hand. His eyes burn hungry where they rest on her and Jax. 

She thinks she likes that look more than she should.

It’s a look she felt in snatches throughout the whole night, through the drinking and the partying and the karaoke. Whenever she dared to return it, he’d grin wolfishly, lifting his chin in a challenge for her to accept.

Jax had noticed. Of course he noticed, what with the way he had hardly left her side since leaving the compound, making sure she was ok and that her hand was fully healed. She could tell the exact moment he saw Cal’s gaze on her, his entire body stilling as he looked between the two of them. When she looked up, she didn’t see jealousy or anything like she expected; instead he seemed curious — interested, almost.

A few hours later and she changed that to interested, definitely. 

The why she doesn’t care about much. It’s hard to care about anything else when she’s holding the attention of two incredible supernatural men who seem to want to take her apart before the night ends.

Bracing her hands on Jax’s stomach, she lifts and lowers again, even slower this time, eyes trained on Cal as he watches Jax’s cock disappear inside her. He bites his lip hard, the hand on his dick picking up speed.

“Christ,” he groans.

She meant what she asked him earlier, if all werewolves were as hot as him, because he’s honestly fucking incredible to look at. Jax is tall and strong and muscular in his own right, but Cal dwarfs him in comparison, his sheer bulk taking up the entire armchair. Everything about him screams big: broad shoulders; thick, corded thighs; and a monster of a cock, currently fisted in a large, rough hand. She shivers at the thought of him inside her, stretching her wide.

Jax chuckles underneath her, a knowing look in his eyes as he lifts his hips to meet her downstroke. “Really,” he murmurs. “Thinking of another man’s cock while fucking me?”

Her cheeks burn but she doesn’t deny it.

“I don’t mind,” he says, and his voice takes on a tone she hasn’t heard before but has her trembling all the same. “Tonight I don’t mind sharing.”

Emboldened now, she picks up the pace, fucking him as deep as she can, triumphant when his features twist into a feral snarl. He reaches for her clit then and she jolts, whining at the sudden pinprick of pleasure, tumbling closer and closer to climax.

“That’s it,” he says, teeth bared. “That’s it.”

She breaks when he pinches her clit hard, hardly able to breathe, her walls squeezing so tight around his cock that he growls, fucking up into her for a few rough thrusts before he’s coming and spilling inside her.

It’s so good.

And not remotely over.

Before she even stops shaking, before she even gets her breath back, rough hands grasp her hips and lift her off Jax’s still-hard cock, setting her on all fours on the bed. In one smooth movement, Cal mounts her from behind, sliding into her easily through her wetness and Jax’s cum and setting off another small orgasm. She cries out from overstimulation, barely able to hold herself up with her shaking limbs.

 "My turn," Cal says, and begins fucking her in earnest.

He sets a brutal pace from the start and soon her arms give out from under her, Cal's tight grip on the meat of her thighs the only thing keeping her in place as he fucks her with abandon. His movements are frenzied, wild almost, in a way that leaves her more full than empty from the speed of his thrusts.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunts, drawing another cry out of her as he hits that place deep inside.

She huffs. "You're so fucking big."

A gentle hand touches her jaw and she jerks up, eyes unfocused with pleasure until they land on Jax's face grinning down on her. "Bigger than me?" he teases mockingly, but she doesn’t register any of his words as he draws her face up to where he's got a hand wrapped around his cock. Her mouth waters, knowing exactly what he has in mind. 

She gasps after a particularly hard thrust and Jax uses it to tilt her head back and sink deep into her mouth. He groans at the same time she does, her moan muffled around his cock hitting the back of her throat. His hand in her hair tightens to the point of pain when she swallows around the head, his eyes bright scarlet when she chances a look up.

“Relax your throat, baby girl,” he murmurs, and she obeys.

Jax fucks her mouth slow at first, a shallow stroke followed by a deep stroke, and she doesn’t get why until his pace picks up and he and Cal fall into a rhythm as they fuck her between the two of them. She gives herself over to it completely, whimpering over the dirty slap of skin as they two of them continue to thrust, to use her.

It’s perfect. She loses track of time, of everything, of the ability to piece together coherent thoughts, only focusing on how her jaw aches as Jax fucks her throat and how good Cal fucks her cunt and how their groans fill the room.

Her climax takes her by surprise when Cal leans over her back, his chest hair brushing skin, and sinks his teeth into the nape her of her neck. It rips through her and she cries out loud around Jax’s cock and clenches so hard around Cal that he comes too, swearing under his breath and shoving his cock deep one more time, hips grinding against her ass as he spills inside.

“Fucking hell,” he pants against her back. “Holy shit.”

He stays buried inside her as she shakes from hypersensitivity and Jax continues to thrust into her mouth, his cock heavy on her tongue. She can tell he’s close, the way his breath hitches and his rhythm starts to falter, and soon he’s coming down her throat in jerks and she swallows each pulse so she doesn’t choke.

She whines when Cal and Jax eventually slip out of her with matching groans, feeling wrung out and empty. Jax makes a soft sound and gently sets her on her back as her breathing starts to return to normal, leaning down to brush his lips over hers. Cal settles on her other side, hand blisteringly warm on her stomach, and she puts her hand over his as her eyes close.

“You did so well,” Jax rumbles against her ear, and she smiles at the praise.

There’s cum dripping out of her and sweat cooling on her skin and she needs to clean up but Jax and Cal only nestle closer, surrounding her with their warm arms and bodies. As she drifts, someone presses a soothing kiss to her forehead and murmurs, “Sleep. We’ll take care of you,” and she falls asleep content.

[redversaillesrose]

Tagged by @theraphaellus so blame them lmao. I demand to know how your curls are always so nice and well-behaved like pls dear i swear i wont tell just help a fellow curly-haired person out I literally had a lion's mane today also Idk who I can tag but I don't wanna be lazy so uhm @dianysus bc he's the handsomest (if you wanna ofc), @vampires-and-witches @srta-alergias @violeteyedvampiremolloy @mylifeisdaydreaming @thativorywolf

[matsuoclan]

celebrations

Pairing: Jax x human!FMC Rating: Explicit (minors do not interact) Summary: Just some good ol’ gratuitous birthday sex

Tagging: @desiree-0816 @ihaveathingforliterature @vaticanwaltz @srta-give-me-my-jax-rl @lilyofchoices @msjpuddleduck @jaxmlmatsuo

Notes: It’ll be my birthday once midnight pacific time hits so uhhh...i thought i’d write this to celebrate lmaO

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“For the fifth time, I can help with the dishes, you know,” she says.

Jax doesn’t even bother looking up at this point, but she still sees the corners of his mouth tug into a wry smile as he concentrates on wiping their plates down with a dish towel. The flex of his forearms, revealed by the rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt, momentarily distracts her. “And for the fifth and final time: no cleaning for the birthday girl. Besides, I’m almost finished.”

She huffs in protest from her perch on the kitchen counter. “It’s still not fair. You dressed up for this! You cooked dinner, you got us wine...and now you’re cleaning in my kitchen. Anyone could see I’m being a bad host.”

Continuing his task despite her objections, Jax hmms thoughtfully and turns to her, catching her gaze. “You really want to help?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve got an idea.” He leans towards her, completely serious in a way that she knows isn’t sincere at all. Her breath catches when his eyes flicker down to her mouth and then back up. “Listen closely. It’s important.”

Jax leans even closer and she’s giddy with anticipation, tilting her head as he gets draws nearer, lips only centimeters away from hers, when he murmurs, “...sip?”

“What?”

“Of your wine.” He’s so close she can feel the waft of his breath on her mouth. The corners of his eyes crinkle with mirth at her dumbfounded expression and she can’t believe he has the gall to grin. “Can I have a sip?”

“You’re so mean, oh my god,” she groans, pushing him away while he laughs. “But yes. Here.” She lifts her glass so he can take a sip hands-free, watching the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows. “Good?”

“Good. Thank you. You were very helpful.” He finishes drying the last dish, smiling as he sets it on her shelf, and despite still wanting that kiss, she smiles too.

For all her protests to help out, she can’t deny he’s in his element here. The food he makes her is always good, but tonight he pulled out all the stops with gyoza made completely from scratch, waiting for her when she came home from work. A man who knows his way around the kitchen is one she has a vested interest in keeping around. That he happens to be a vampire on top of that is only an added bonus.

“So,” he says conversationally, turning back to her. “What’s the verdict? Good birthday? Bad birthday?”

“Best birthday,” she says, sighing happily. “Start to end, this was probably the best birthday I’ve had in a really long time, thanks to you.”

“Yeah?” His grin is soft for a beat, and then he moves slowly in front of her, parting her thighs to step between them, caging her in with his arms. She shivers at the delicious brush of his skin against hers. “Did you get everything you wanted?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she says, suddenly breathless. His eyes darken. Seeing this side of him that he usually reserves for the bedroom makes her squirm pleasantly and he arches an eyebrow like he knows exactly what he’s doing to her. “I think there’s one more thing on my list.”

He leans in again, only this time there’s no teasing, his breath tickling the shell of her ear. “Care to tell me what it is?”

Swallowing thickly, she opens her mouth to try and force some words out but anything she means to say is swallowed by his kiss. It’s a slow, sensual slide at first when his tongue sweeps into her mouth; he tastes like heat and wine and Jax, something wholly unquantifiable and addictive and she sinks into it, winding her free hand into the hair at the nape of his neck.

It’s the last thought she has before his kiss turns bruising, ravaging her mouth in the way he knows that she likes and wants, and she hardly recognizes the sound that comes out of the back of her throat: needy, desperate, full of want.

One of his hands comes up to rest at the base of her neck, and then trails down her front, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. He bunches her dress up to her waist and palms the heat of her cunt through her panties, swallowing her gasp when he presses his thumb to her clit through the fabric. Distantly she registers the sound of shattering glass and realizes she must’ve dropped her wine.

“Jax--”

“Leave it,” he says roughly against her mouth, and she jumps when he brushes against her clit again. “No cleaning for the birthday girl.”

“But--”

“Hey.” He pulls back, just barely. “It’s ok. Let me take care of you.”

“...ok. Ok.” A split second’s warning is all she gets before his mouth is back on hers. He slides his hands under her ass to pull her to him and she wraps her legs around his hips, whining when he grinds the length of his cock, still trapped in his pants, into the juncture of her thighs.

In a few quick, sure movements, he hauls her up and sets her down on the edge of her dining table a few yards away, his mouth relentless in trying to take her apart. She tilts her head back when he bends to kiss at her throat, then lower and lower until he hits the tops of her breasts at the neckline of her pesky sundress. With an impatient grunt, he slides his hands under the hem and then she’s helping him pull it over her head to discard onto the floor, bra and panties following soon after.

The look he gives her is scorching like it always is when she’s bared to him, but this time there’s something else to it. For the briefest moment he pauses, his gaze almost worshipful when he takes her in, and she holds her breath until he closes his eyes.

When he opens them, they’re bright red.

“Lay back,” he says.

She doesn’t think to disobey.

The table is cool against her bare skin but she soon forgets that when his hands sweep slowly down her body. His mouth follows the same path, beard scraping against her skin, fangs catching here and there, and she cries out when he bites down hard enough under the swell of her breast to leave a mark.

Jax moves even further down closer to where she wants, slowing as he goes, and she trembles when his fangs drag on the skin of her inner thigh, imagining how it’d feel if he sank them properly into her flesh there, drinking his fill while she drowns in pleasure. But he doesn’t. Instead he finally sinks to his knees before her, dipping his fingers between her legs.

“You’re soaking wet,” he says, awed.

“Are you honestly surprised?” she laughs.

He doesn’t deign to answer, only looking up briefly to meet her eyes and bare his pointed teeth in a brief, savage smile before he descends on her. He buries his head between her legs and already she can hardly stand it, the feel of his tongue inside her or the scratch of his beard against her thighs, as keyed up as she is.

She snakes a shaking hand into his dark hair as he tastes and tastes her, as he rips her apart and puts her back together with every swipe of his tongue. Her hips roll when he continues his onslaught, never letting up as she begs and whimpers and whines.

“Please, Jax,” she whispers, rendered unable to put what she wants into words by his wicked, talented mouth. All she has left is a prayer and his name. “Please.”

Luckily he knows exactly what it is she wants. Finally, finally, he moves his attention to her clit, sucking on it mercilessly as her thighs clench around him. She cries out under his exquisitely relentless tongue, heat building in her lower stomach until she breaks and comes hard against his mouth. Only when tears start leaking from her eyes and she continues to shake from overstimulation does he withdraw, panting against her thigh as if he was the one who just came.

“Jax,” she breathes, when her heart rate slow and she can finally talk again.

He gets to his feet and leans over her again, resting his weight on her this time as he kisses her sweetly with the taste of herself on his tongue, gently wiping away the leftover tears with calloused thumbs.

“Happy birthday,” he murmurs.