#(( i'm gonna bite my FUCKING hands off oh my GOD JACK ))

[gctchell]

@arachnaemboss asked:

tender are the claws that trail down her spine, featherlight and soothing —- down, then back up! slowly, carefully, while the other hand loosely rests on her upper back, keeping her close in a comforting hold. she's stressed and upset, and he wishes for her to breathe slow along with him; ancient heart pumping blood steadily within his chest & at a lower heart rate than hers, keeping his own body at cooler temperatures. then, he pulls back —- but only enough so he can rest his forehead against hers ( gentle! ), bright eyes filled with sympathy. "shall i prepare us some tea?" his lips are so close to hers he could feel her breath, but cordiality and a drawn unspoken line as always prevents him from closing the gap, situation aside.

The floor served as an example for the elevated levels of stress that had taken a vicious hold on the weapons dealer suddenly at such a violent pace. When Carmilla carried herself, she did so with grace and as light as a feather, never leaving her mark where she went if it was not intentional. The wood was now pockmarked with holy pools of light from her rapid pacing, scattered here and there with an erratic walk pattern. It ended in a long scratch along the floor, leading to the woman who laid in Zestial's arms. The cones of her hair frazzled and loose, and the energy she radiated was so tangible, he could practically feel her heartbeat in the air around her, pulsing with the vein popped in her temple. It was so fast.

Her head was pounding, her heart was pounding, everything was loud and raucous. There was a shake in her hands that had kept forming into fists to better contain themselves, lost between locking behind her back and bridging over her abdomen. She did not like getting upset, it was so obvious when she was upset to this degree, it was a scream muffled beneath her skin, wanting to claw out of the shakily composed Overlord and finally screech into the air, finally give in, finally give in - loosen the bondage and just let it be. No, even on this precipice, Carmilla would not let it go.

She was very upset, she was very stressed.

Then, the scream quiet. Everything went quiet. The near electric frequencies that had been radiating off of her skin against the cold of Zestial, the loudness, the fists drumming against the inside of her skull hitting so hard that they felt like they would crack the cranium, it's all gone quiet, now. All of it pulled to a low simmer when the other Overlord wove himself around her like the spider he was, and pulled her in, craning her into his chest and pressing her ear over the chamber beneath the dark folds of clothing - right to the place he knew she found comfort, where she always found comfort. Right over his heart. Her eyes closed, tightly at first, brows dug deep into a furrow, and then they began to let go - relax as that ancient heart beat its slow, powerful rhythm into the drums of her ear. Carmilla began to de-escalate, her breathing slowing, and the tension locked in her shoulders and frame just began to crumble beneath his stroking hand.

That beat of Zestial's was so slow, and it beat with an old life strengthened over the tides of the years. It beat strong and unstopping, slow, and easing. It sang its song and rested inside of her, finding her wild, beating heart and holding it close to its sound to settle it while the noise inside of her head became null. The spider replaced her chaos with his languid melody, he stepped inside of her and unraveled her, spun her free from the static mess of anxious twine and brought her back down, brought her feet to the ground, and held her steady in his cold embrace.

A good armful of beats from that song in his chest, and Carmilla was made peaceful. She huddled into the comfort of him, hand coming to rest against his chest and take up such a good portion of it, the tips of her fingers coming to curl over the top of his shoulders. The thin space between the two of them became illuminated in a glowing haze of red when their forehead pressed together, her eyes opening and shining over Zestial's shadowy features. The white irises searched the four vivid greens, her calmed, warmed breath beating against the crooked jags of his lips, and he felt it then - he felt the energy between them grow so thick, it was on a new precipice. Perhaps not new, they've been here before - this kind of energy was a desperate magnetizing call that begged for the gap between them to close. It begged, it yearned for it so pungently, it felt almost certain that there would be a closure.

How many times have they been here? Over the many years, how close had they come like this?

"I would like that," Carmilla spoke quietly, her eyes almost filmed over as his sympathetic eyes laid upon her, and felt as though they saw her bare and vulnerable, and she didn't mind it. She wanted to be seen by him like this, he was the only one she would ever want to be seen like this by. Her hand moved to clutch his shoulder and stroke it with her thumb, the old need for him in her eyes. So close. So close. "I would like that very much."

Her forehead nuzzled against his own, slow with the ruffle of her strung out monochromatic bangs. "Thank you, Zestial."

[hyukalyptus]

nsfw alphabet - yeonjun :) - can't stop thinking about yeonjun today so let's do an nsfw alphabet for him~ tried to make as gn! as possible.

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) - omg y'all know i'm a softie all day long, but especially with yeonjun and smut. so obviously i think he's the softest, clingiest lil fucker after sex. but like slow and sensual, asks u to take a shower with him, won't take his hands off you, washes ur body for you, gentle kisses on ur shoulders. slow dances with no music playing.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) - favorite body part on himself is obviously his arms, literally never not trying to not-so-subtly show them off when he's "just stretching." ofc his favorite body part on you is ur ass. no matter the size or shape. never stops grabbing, smacking, or biting it.

c = cum (anything to do with cum) - similarly to the last one, loves cumming on ur ass more than anywhere else (other than inside you ofc).

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - desperately wants to be pegged.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) - may be an unpopular opinion, but i'd say he's not super duper experienced. not like he doesn't know what he's doing, but he definitely gives me weirdo loser vibes and just awkward asking anyone out, or like fr being hit on, not just being flirty. he can be flirty all day long, but as soon as it gets real, he panics. still knows what he's doing though. very aware of how to move his body to make you feel incredible.

f = favorite position - doggy :D

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - he's typically serious and romantic, but definitely not afraid to be silly goofy in the moment, giggling with you about lil bumps in the road, like if u hit ur head a lil too hard on the headboard.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - lord i hope he's hairy, but if i were to guess fr, i'd say pretty trimme. i think he thinks his happy trail is sexy so he keeps it, but trims his bush so it doesnt get too sweaty ig?

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - again, y'all know how im gonna answer this. romantic as fuck! literally wants to shower ur body in kisses and love and wants to show u how much he loves u and ur body. never not whispering compliments. could worship your body for hours and hours.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon) - steals ur underwear from the hamper to sniff while he jerks off in the shower :3

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) - eating ass, body scents (smelling ur underwear), wax play.

l = location (favorite places to do the do) - the bed, couch when he's feelin lazy, car occasionally when he just can't wait until u get home.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - oh my god the little things. running ur fingers through ur hair, scrunching ur nose to push ur glasses up, calling him a nickname, the sounds u make when u stretch in the morning.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) - i don't think he'd like being edged. not like, he doesn't last long, but like doesn't wanna edge for a while? ykwim?

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - loooooves giving. he's just incredible w his tongue. especially loves eating ass. definitely wouldn't say no to a bj tho.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - SOFT AND SLOW ALL DAY!! definitely willing to go a lil fast and rough if he gets carried away, but prefers soft n slow <3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - likes a quickie every now and then when he's super busy. y'all esp love a good mutmast sesh.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - absolutely! feels so safe w u and does everything he can to make u feel safe with him, neither of u are afraid to call it quits when something gets uncomfy. but loves trying new things.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - i think he lasts a loong time tbh, but doesn't go for many rounds himself. probably makes u cum a couple times if ur up for it, but once he cums, he's ready to cuddle n be all romantic n touchy.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - toy aficionado. and i'd love to talk more about this if y'all are interested. probably uses some kind of toy every time y'all fuck, whether its a vibrator or dildo, or a plug he uses on ya. for himself, he loves a good prostate massager when he's fucking you or a good ole pocket pussy when he's by himself.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease) - would tease you for hours and hours. but, again, more in the romantic way. like kisses around ur nipples for EVER before actually licking them. drags his fingers across your body before actually touching you with his whole hand.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) - whiny and grunty, normal volume. isn't afraid to tell you how good you feel over and over.

w = wild card (a random headcanon) - obsessed with marking you. loves giving you hickeys but ALSO, loves literally writing his name on ur ass with a sharpie so u don't forget ur his.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) - i gotta say, i feel like he's pretty average. like 5 inches? probably not too girthy either.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - mmm...i'd say he probably cums once a day, whether its with u or jorkin it. i don't think its an unreasonable amount of horny, but could probably fuck u whenever you wanted.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - not too quick. like i said, he loves snuggling afterward and it might turn into a nap. but also as the king of aftercare, he's usually starting a shower for you two or making you tea, or getting a fresh pillowcase.

[toxicanonymity]

Parole.

3k words, joel miller x f!reader

Jojo playlist, joel master list, @toxicfics for notifs

SUMMARY: PWP. Phone sex and just-got-out-of-jail sex.  

WARNINGS: I8+, dirty talk, jacking off, groping while driving, oral F receiving, Unsafe P in V intercourse, semi-public (bathroom). Reader can sit on a sink.

A/N: cellmate's nephew!Joel, part 3 of 3 (just 8k total) , follows Jailbird and Collect Calls but you just need to know his aunt Mabel is your cellmate. This is the last of Jailbird for the foreseeable future. It’s been a fun diversion.  This is not the last of Jojo.

—---

All goes well at your parole hearing. After you get your 72 Hour release notice, you call Joel. 

He answers the phone, "You're gettin' out," and you can hear his smile. 

"How did you–did Mabel tell you?"

"Had a feeling.  So what, 3 days now?" He opens and squirts the lube. 

"9pm Monday."

"You just made my dick so hard, baby."

"Jojo. . ."

"Hmm?"

"God, sorry - Joel"

"Call me whatever ya want, jailbird. Mm. Call me joel, call me jojo--mm, call me call me any time baby”

“Can’t wait to be on the other side of that glass.” 

"And I'm gonna pop that post-penny cherry" (post-penitentiary) 

“Shhh”

"What they're gonna un-parole ya 'cause there’s a hard dick waitin’ for ya?"

“Well, I like the sound of that,”  you purr. 

“Oh we’re gonna get nasty, baby,” he breathes. 

“Mmm”

“You wear thongs, g-strings, whatcha wear?” His fist slurps up and down his cock. 

“Thongs,” you tell him. “Boy shorts if I wanna be comfy.” 

“Damn. . . that ass in boy shorts?  Whew.” 

“How ‘bout you?”

“Boxer briefs.” 

“Mm, shoulda known. Those tight-ass pants”

“Yeah, ya like’em?”

“Like how ya wear’em”

“How’s that”

“Packing somethin’ fat and juicy for me.”

He moans. “Fuck yeah i am, just for you baby”

“Just for me?”

“‘S’all for you, baby. How ya want it first?”

“Honey, I just want it.”

“Can i come inside ya?”

“Mmmm, yeah. . .” 

“Fuck, i’m gonna pump you full,” his voice tells you he’s already close. 

“You better.” 

“Fuck yeah, baby.” His hand is moving faster. “Ohhh, fuck” He shudders and groans long and drawn out as he comes.

“Started without me didn’t ya” 

“Wouldn’t do that,” he says in a transparently false tone. 

“Hope ya can last longer than that,” you tease.

“Fuck you,” he laughs. “Shit, maybe I can’t. ‘S’what ya do to me, baby.” 

“Then we’ll just have to do it again.”

“Oh I’m grocery shoppin’ like it’s the apocalypse. Won’t have to leave the house for a week.”

—------

Mabel gives you one last poke-and-stick tattoo, a heart on your other hand, mirroring the location of your "clover." The last thing she tells you is, “He’s snipped, ya know. I took care of him after he did it. ” 

“Nice.”

“Yeah, he knows he's not dad material," she explains, then lightens the mood with, "he's daddy, not dad," and a wink. 

You're gonna miss her. But if things go well with Joel, you’ll see her again in a few months. 

—----

Walking down the ramp from the tower toward the jail lobby, you can taste the freedom and almost forget what you’re wearing – booty skirt, platform heels, mesh crop top, fishnets. 

His posture is what catches your eye first. Feet spread, arms crossed. Your eyes fall to his bulge then pan up to a white t-shirt struggling to contain the tattooed arms crossed in front of him. Gold chain, Adam's Apple. As his face comes into focus, he tilts his head back and squints, pursing his lips in a pained expression as he looks at you. His expression is enough to remind you what you’re wearing. By the time you reach him, he’s biting his lip, shaking his head at you with his eyes smiling. 

He opens his arms and wraps around you for a full-body hug. He smells like fresh cologne, and he feels safe and comfortable.  He feels like – ohhh, yeah, he’s already getting hard. You’re holding a plastic bag of your belongings—phone and keys—against his back. 

“God damn,” he whispers into your hair and his pelvis subtly presses his growing arousal into you. He murmurs, “Mmm, let’s get the fuck outta here.” 

He grabs your hand and your shoes click as you walk through the sliding doors to the parking lot. As soon as the doors slide closed behind you, he drops your hand and grabs your ass.  His hand spans much more of your asscheek than you're used to. The beauty of the sky at dusk overwhelms you, even with the lights from the jail. 

“Let’s make it to the car,” you laugh. 

He puffs out his cheeks with an exhale and gets his keys out of his pocket with his free hand.  Then he points to a big truck and unlocks it. 

He opens the truck door for you and his hand on your ass helps you up into the seat. Oh the simple joy of getting in a vehicle. You start to grab the seatbelt, and he tells you, “nah, hold on a sec.” When he gets in the driver’s seat he slams up the center console, slides over and you turn to face him as he reaches you.  

He grabs the back of your head and pulls your face into his. His tongue parts your lips and his mouth is minty.  He sucks hard and gently chews your lips as he grabs your far thigh and puts it over his lap.  Then he grabs you by both hips and pulls you all the way into his lap with your help so you’re straddling him. When your crotch meets the warm steel rod in his pants, you whimper and he sighs vocally. Then your mouths connect again. You’ve been dying of thirst and he’s a tall glass of water; you just can’t get enough. 

His hands run down your fishnet thighs as you grind on him and make out. He playfully plucks one of the diamonds and murmurs in such a deep voice, “Thought ya weren’t wearin’ these, hmm?” Then he attacks your neck with his mouth, and you sigh.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see a Corrections Officer headed your way. 

“Shit,” you say, “We should go.” 

He groans. 

“They're comin’, we gotta go,” you repeat and pry yourself off of him. 

He takes a deep breath and his hips lift out of the seat as he adjusts himself, then scoots back over to the driver’s seat and buckles his seatbelt. You start to go back to the passenger seat and buckle yours, but he says, “get back over here.”  He hands you the middle seatbelt. 

—----

You tease, “we 'bout to peel outta here?”

"Buckle up, baby.” 

He puts his hand behind you to back up. A whiff of his sweat under the cologne makes you want him even worse. 

You awkwardly try to keep your hands to yourself. He’s the one driving, so you’ll let him initiate any distraction. "Where we headed?"

"How ‘bout we get ya some real food, ya hungry?”

“Yeah, I could eat.” 

He gives a low whistle and says, “so could I, baby. can’t wait to taste ya." He looks at your legs. “Fuck.”  He puts his hand on your thigh, a ring pressing into your skin. “Mmm.” His voice is so deep. “Been savin’ this just for me, huh?'' His wrist pushes your skirt out of the way as his hand slides toward your crotch.  He finds your clit with ease, even while driving. He clearly knows what he’s doing and he could get you off like this in a minute or two, but he needs his hand back to make some turns. 

You put your hand on his meaty thigh and ask “can I. . .”

“*can* you? Fuck yeah you can” He lifts his elbow, welcoming your hand to his lap. 

You grab the bulge in his jeans and get a zap of need in your core. You slowly press your hand into his warm, hard package and feel the outline of his thick cock.  You’re aching for him. You’re about to ask him to pull over when he puts on the blinker and see you’ve arrived at Waffle House. 

“Here good?” He says as he pulls into a parking space.  

“Hell yeah,” you answer. 

He breathes a sigh of relief. “Cause if ya don’t like WaHo, we ain’t gonna work anyway.” You both unbuckle your seatbelts.

"Oh, here," you take your hand back as he reaches back behind the passenger seat, and your eyes glue to his huge bulge. He hands you a leather jacket, and says, “Just if ya want it.”  It’s a little warm for it, but it’s a nice thought if you wanted to cover up. At WaHo, you don’t really care. That’s the magic of it. He reaches back behind the seat again and you glance at his earring. He returns with a target bag.

You peek into the bag. There’s a casual tank dress, flip flops, and . ..boy shorts. Your heart flutters that his dirty question led to such a wholesome gesture. 

“You bought me clothes?”

“Yeah, coulda brought some’a Mabel’s but–”

“That could get weird”

“Yeah.” 

—---

You walk in front of Jojo into the breezeway, then into the restaurant. No one bats an eye at how you’re dressed.  You hold up the bag of clothes and ask, “Mind if I change ‘fore we eat?” A waitress behind the counter leans to the side to look around you, checks Jojo out and says, “get it, girl.” 

“That’s what i’m talkin’ bout,” Jojo murmurs to you and gives her a wink. 

Both the individual bathrooms are occupied. Joel stands with his back against the wall facing the bathrooms, so y’all are waiting out of view of the grill. You’re facing him.  He grabs your ass with both hands, pulling you into him, massive erection straining his pants, yearning to get to you. His cock digs into your front.  You kiss him and he kneads your butt cheeks as your mouths consume each other. He moans quietly into your mouth.  His hard cock twitches against you. 

He breaks the kiss and breathes heavily against your ear, then whispers “feel like i’m gonna die.” 

A toilet flushes. The bathroom smells faintly of cleaning supplies, and it doesn’t look dirty. The illusion of cleanliness is enough to not think about it. 

You wanna be right on top of him, but as he locks the door, you find yourself slowly taking a step backwards, watching him in anticipation, almost like you’re daring him to come after you and show you what he’s got.  He looks at you darkly and prowls toward you, unbuckling his belt, lips parted, eyes dark like a stalking animal.  You freeze. He unbuttons his jeans and walks until his hardness bumps into your thigh. 

Then, at a faster pace, he walks you almost all the way to the sink, then grabs your butt to stop you.  He hikes up your skirt so it's all the way over your ass. He grabs your ass with one hand and pulls you into him again. The strength of his erection through his exposed boxer briefs gives you another shock of arousal on top of your already desperate need. He pulls back his hips enough for his free hand to engulf your crotch.  His thick middle finger presses down on the (very) damp spot in your leggings. 

"Soaked for me, aren't ya?" The hand on your ass slides down and curls between your legs. His warm finger slips into one of the fishnet holes. 

He uses both hands, one from the front and one from the back, to rip open the fishnets. “Fuck yeah,” he growls. The hand from the back returns to your asscheek, while the other hand remains between your legs.  The side of his index finger meets your dripping seam. “Mmmmmm,” he slides his hand up and down for just a couple of seconds, then looks at the sink. “Think ya can sit up here?”

“mm. yeah, if you–”

He helps you onto the edge of the sink. You hold onto the sides and he immediately squats down with his head between your legs. 

“Just fuck me,” you say, dying to have him inside you. Your walls are twitching as though your cunt is making a gimme gimme motion like a fist.

“i gotta taste ya," he mumbles as he spreads your thighs.  “Sorry, just a sec.” He further rips the fishnets, exposing you to the cool air then sighs, “fuck,” as he reaches behind you to hold your ass. He whispers “just real quick,” his hot breath on your mound, before he plants his mouth on your cunt. 

He licks at your entrance.  “Mmmm,” he tongues and sucks your clit, then takes one hand off your ass to palm his boxer briefs. 

You fist his hair, sighing, “Ohh God, I need that cock, baby. We got time for this later.” You’re physically aching to be filled. 

He kisses your clit goodbye, then whispers, "god damn."  He puts both hands on your thighs as he stands up.  When he’s standing, he yanks his boxer briefs down and his naked cock bobs heavily, making you nearly drool. He’s shaved. It’s thick. Length-wise you might be able to take it. The girth will be a stretch. 

He curls his fingers under your mesh crop top and you raise your arms as he discards it. “Fuck it, you’re changin’, right?” He tugs at your bra, and you take it off. 

“Oh, fuck me,” he takes in the sight of your tits and can’t resist sucking a nipple into his mouth while palming the other. 

You grab his cock. “Are you gonna put this in me tonight or nah?”

“God damn, you need it don’t ya?” He wraps an arm around you  and you put your arms around his neck. He nudges you by the ass toward the edge.

“fuck just give it to me.” 

He runs his swollen, mauve tip through your slick, then notches it at your entrance and plunges into you with a groan. You gasp as his girth spreads you apart. You can’t remember the last time you felt a stretch like this. But he pushes it right in. You’re so turned on, it works. You watch his cock disappear into you. You glance up at him to see his mouth hanging open with a sigh of relief as his tip nudges your cervix and makes you whole. He sucks in a deep breath as he retreats, then says “FUCK, that’s a nice cunt.” 

His fingers dig into the plush flesh of your ass and he begins to fuck you. You pull up his shirt and it’s so tight that it stays where you leave it. He has a slutty little hip tattoo that says yeah. His lips latch onto yours as he buries his length in you again and again.  It’s all sucking and biting and hot, humid breath as you moan against each other’s cheeks before your tongues are in each other’s mouths again. The bottom half of your face gets slobbery.  He fucks you like he means it, grunting and moaning, “oh yeah.” Your bodies are dewy where your skin meets. 

You wrap your legs around him. Your pelvis grinds against his and your orgasm is building. You tell him,  “Don’t hold back”

“You want me to last?” He asks as he pumps in and out of you. 

“In here?--ohhhh–time for that later” 

“Oh, you already close, ain’t ya?” he speeds up and his chain bounces with the power of his motions. “Fuck yeah, baby, c’mere, c’,mon” His cock pistons into you. It’s even better than you imagined so many times in your pathetic excuse for a bed. Oh shit, will you really sleep together? The thought of it melts you. The thought of a real bed alone melts you, but with him, with this cock inches away, god this cock, it feels so, it’s so—A primal grunt comes from his chest. His heavy breathing and grinding against your clit have you on the edge ready to tip. 

You whimper, “baby,” pinching your eyes shut. 

He grips your ass harder and grinds his shaved pubic bone into you as he fucks you smooth and fast. He fucks like a porn star. “C’mon, jailbird.” 

He buries his length in you even faster, then pleasure seizes your whole body and you come on his fat cock. 

“Ohhhhh yeah, fuck yeah,” he breathes. 

He thrusts into you a few more times, “fuck, baby,” then bottoms out and erupts. He sighs a long sigh as his warm release coats your insides. 

“Mmmm,” you savor the pulse of his cock and you twitch with aftershocks. “Oh, god.” He hugs you and you rest your head on his chest while you both catch your breath. His chain feels massive on on your cheek.

Someone finally knocks on the door.  He pulls out and helps you down off the sink. 

“Someone in here,” he tells them. He pulls up his pants, then leans against the tile of the bathroom wall as he zips them up and fastens his belt while you change. 

You thank him again for the clothes as you look in the mirror and turn around. 

“Look good on ya. Guess I did alright.” 

His face is flushed pink and his hair is a little messed up.  He seems to notice you looking at his face and he pushes himself off the wall to look in the mirror. He rakes his hand through his hair, then scratches one side of his beard, turning away from the mirror. 

–

You sit down for a late dinner. Neither of you look at the menu. Jojo orders cherry coke and a texas cheesesteak with double hashbrowns covered, smothered, and chunked. You order your favorite meal and he compliments it. Your eyes are on his forearms and tattoos. As he brings the sandwich to his mouth. God damn, how’d this fine ass man practically fall in  your lap? You feel like  you owe Mabel big time. 

You ask, “You really go grocery shoppin’?”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles with his mouth full, nodding.  “Mmm-hmm.” After he finishes chewing he washes it down with a sip of cherry coke, then adds, “but you know what i really want.” He looks at you darkly. “So tell me it’s all you can eat, baby.” 

“Just for you, Jojo. . .”

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yeah he wants to be covered and smothered in that.

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[wasawattpadkid]

Drunk Antics

Summary: When Billy and Stu have a little too much to drink they come to you.

Pairing: poly!ghostface (college au) x fem!reader

Warnings: Nothing really just fluff and angst. Drunk Billy and Stu

The pounding on your dorm door was bound to wake up everyone in a 5 mile radius. "What the hell-" Billy and Stu hit the floor in a heap of giggles. "Told you she was home fuckrag." A tiny hiccup could be heard coming from Stu. "How did you two even get in here?" You questioned helping the men up. "A magician never tells his secrets Y/n." Stu's words were slurred and his legs were shaky. You closed the door telling them both to sit down. Thankfully Stu listened falling back on your roommates bed. "I'm gonna be sick..." Stu groaned.

"No no no, no you're not." You grabbed a trash can running to his aid. "I'm kidding!" He giggled his hiccups getting worse. Billy tossed his hair back dancing around the room. "I was thinking of you tonight..." Stu said dragging his hand down the middle of your shirt. You laughed dryly. "Oh yeah I bet you were. You know you smell like perfume Stu." You weren't pissed just disappointed. "We robbed a perfume store." Billy laughed at his partners answer.

"Dance with me Y/n." Billy tugged at your clothes trying to pull you to him. "Babe you reek of Jack Daniels." Billy's lips made contact with your neck biting and sucking the skin he found. "Oh no, not tonight. You are both way too drunk." You pushed him back just enough to see his splotchy red face. The tip of his nose bright red making him look like Rudolph. "I didn't have near as much as he did." He pointed to the unconscious man on the bed. "Fuck." You left Billy standing to roll Stu on his side just in case.

"He'll be fine. I didn't drug him this time." You whipped your head towards your boyfriend. "What!?" You whisper yelled and he just laughed. "Kidding! If making a joke is a crime arrest me." He held out his hands connected by the wrist. "As much as I'd love to see you in handcuffs not tonight Billy, I said no." He rolled his eyes stomping his foot like a toddler. "Jesus how much did you drink tonight?"

You helped him out of his leather jacket flinging it to the side of the room. "Slow down there my girlfriend kills people." He slurred and you laughed. His knuckles were slightly bloody which is something you'd definitely have to bring up tomorrow. "We need to get you into bed." He rubbed his hands together once again thinking he was about to get lucky. He sat down on the bed letting you pull off his shoes. The next thing to go was his shirt. "You're very beautiful at this angle." When he was drunk his charm was on high. "Thanks." You didn't even bother with his jeans. "Now lay back."

Billy did as told waiting for you to climb in with him. "Where you going?" He asked his pout could be heard in his voice. "I'm checking on Stu." You sighed hating being a babysitter. "And I don't want the world to see me!" Billy loudly began singing making you jump. "Cause I don't think that they'd understand." He was your drama queen. "With everything meant to be broken." You were 100% sure those weren't the lyrics. He mumbled the next line tears now forming in his eyes. "Babe don't.. aww." He held out his arms like a toddler pulling you on top of him.

Your head laid on top of his chest as his arms squeezed you. "Promise you won't leave us." He whispered. The sound of his voice broke your heart. "Where is this coming from?" A whimper left his throat. "Just promise." You sighed. "I promise Billy." With that his heart rate slowed and he began to fall asleep. Thank God your roommate went home for the weekend.

"Y/n?" Stu whispered from the other bed. You closed your eyes preparing for more antics. "Yes babe?" Silence. "Yes babe?" You repeated. Nothing. "Stu!" You whispered gaining his attention. "Hmm?" He mumbled. "What'd you want?" You asked ready to help him to the bathroom or trash can. "I don't know you called me." You took a moment before you laughed with pity. "Your head is going to kill you tomorrow."

"If it doesn't you will." He muttered falling back asleep. "Damn straight." You smiled as you cuddled up with Billy.

[lovelykil]

「 VAMP 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; none

note; playboi carti reference

[requested]

the need for blood overdrives his system

he can't help but feel the urge to roam the streets for a victim to sink his sharp fangs in.

The mere thought of finding a nice, healthy, and helpless human makes his stomach twists with hunger and impatience.

He licks his lips and bites down as he steps outside his mysterious home. His red, blood thirsty, hungry eyes peer down on the town of South Park. Scanning for his prey.

The darkness falls all around him during the night as he watches, carefully. The moon shone brightly for the roaming people in their costumes. Some witches, some zombies, some even absurd characters such as vampires as himself.

Kyle rolled his eyes to the site, frowning.

"The nerve.." the boy breathed with annoyance. His eyes scattered some more till his ruby gems landed on one specific person.

A girl looking into the dark night, appearing as lonesome as one teen girl could be. His brows rose with suspension then thought for a moment.

His stomach rumbled with each given second, making him wince and make a final decision.

With no hesitation the teen fixed his red locs before jumping off the balcony of his estate and turning into a small black creature, flying into the night to catch his dinner.

...

"Wow, that sounds so fun Wendy I'm–"

"Yeah!! Everyone showed up, well except for Heidi I'm not sure where she's at.."

"Oh Heidi? That's a relief I thought I was gonna be the only on-"

"Oh, never mind she just came through the door. And.. oh no, with Eric? Oh god." Wendy's voice fell through the phone as I held it to my ear. I sighed with an eye roll.

"So everyone is there?" I asked, coming off a little irritated.

"Yeah, well except for you Y/n." She answered, being brought back in the conversation. I rubbed my face and shook my head.

"Damn it."

"I'm sorry you couldn't come, I'm sure you would've looked so good in your costumes at the party."

"Mmmh, yeah." I turned my head to look at my bed with the lying costume I was supposed to wear, feeling a frown tug on my face. I looked back at the window and put my hand up to it.

"My stupid parents." My hands formed a fist as I hit the window with slight force.

"Maybe next time?" Wendy spoke, trying to cheer me up. Key word trying.

My hand slid against the cold surface, I watched kids walk around having fun, making sweet memories with each other while I was here in my room like a fucking loser.

Their little baskets full of candy swung to the sides of them as their parent walked them along the sidewalks.

"Yeah okay Wendy, bye."

"Wait are you ma-"

beep.

I threw my phone over to my bed, groaned, and leaned my head onto the window before pulling away shaking my head.

"This is so lame," I whispered to myself. I remained staring at the people dressed up in their costumes, rating them out of boredom.

Maybe this would help.

"Clowns? Solid 7 maybe a 6."

My eyes scattered.

"Batman? Ten for sure." I laughed to myself.

"ohh, is that a couple? Sally and Jack?" My eyes sparkled with a smile, clasping my hands together.

"A fucking zero," My smile fell, feeling the jealousy flow throughout my body. I rolled my eyes, lifted my window and stuck outside of it to shout.

"HEY YOU TWO!" I yelled down. The pair stopped in their tracks from the sudden yell to look around them, puzzled.

"YEAH YOU TWO UP HERE" they both looked up, still confused as ever.

I put my hand down and smiled.

"I saw your boyfriend chat it up with Emily over there." I pointed over to another girl behind them just a few meters from them. The girl looked over at her boyfriend demanding an explanation.

"You were talking to THAT dead girl?" She fussed, to which the guy took offense to.

"But you're dead too."

"YEAH WELL, I'M YOUR DEAD GIRL. I AM NOT THE OTHER DEAD WOMAN!" She screamed, pushing him away to run off. He reached out for her in shock.

"Wait Vanessa!"

"Fuck you Josh!"

I watched as the two ran after each other feeling a sinister smile grow on my face. I sighed in content, leaning away from my window to get up and stretch.

"God I hate couples." I snickered, tugging on my shirt. The only reason why I despise them was because I couldn't get into a relationship myself.

It wasn't fair how everyone had their special someone yet my special someone was chocolate and my bed.

Chocolate and MY BED.

ugh.

I pulled the fabric over my head and onto the ground with the other piles of clothes I had lying around my floor, my fingers ran across my hanging shirts to try to find the right one.

I usually wear a specific shirt for bed but it wasn't in my closet from the looks of it.

"shit.." I cursed, bending down to look at the ground in just my bra and pajama pants. I groaned reaching for shirts to only grab the wrong one and throw it else where.

"Holy shit where are you??" My brows furrowed, attempting to find my shirt. After a couple of wrong shirts I finally found the right one and stood back up with a smile.

I turned around to walk to my bed.

"omg I thought I lost-" Just inches away from me stood a tall figure in black in front of me, all I could see were dark red ruby eyes that stared right into my soul.

My skin ran cold, eyes grew wide and my heart..

dropped.

"You.." I finished. Swallowing down on the last of my saliva that made my mouth moist.

I stared up at the red eyes and blinked, I dropped my shirt, stunned.

"Holy shit."

The figure stopped closer to me to reveal itself, soon I could make out.. almost like human features.

The first thing I noticed was red curly hair dangled infront of this.. guys face.

Skin pale white as snow when you looked at him. His eyes had a red creepy glow to it as he looked down at me from his height, making me feel so small.

Freckles peppered along his face and fangs?

very.. sharp ones.

Also a red emulate necklace?

wait wait I think we're missing the real big thing here.

This thing is a GUY.

He is a GUY

A really.. cute one.

...I have no shirt on.

aannd that's when I finally screamed.

"Who the HELL ARE YOU-?!" I shouted, moving past him to run over to my bed and grab my phone.

My initial reaction was to first grab my SHIRT, but I guess my brain didn't want to work with my body.

I stumbled trying to reach for my phone while keeping my eyes on him, hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid.

He didn't say anything but stood there, looking at me. Once I finally grabbed my phone I smiled gratefully as I went to dial the police.

"Okay man fuck you you're going to.. wait how'd the fuck did you even.." I set my phone down realizing my window was nowhere near the ground but in fact very high with no trees around and surely no human being would be able to even climb inside.

My head left the window to look back at where the guy stood but to my surprise he wasn't there anymore.

"Oh fuck." Just before I could react I was pushed back into my pillows, my wrists nailed to the sides of me, and a hovering person ontop of me.

I squirmed around trying to break loose of his grip but god was he strong.

My eyes closed shut as I attempted some more to wiggle my way out but the more I struggled the tighter he held my wrist just causing me to wince in pain.

"Please.. don't struggle anymore, it will be quick I promise.." A soft voice spoke, he sounded weak.. struggling himself almost.

My eyes opened in shock by his voice, he was on top of me, battling me but I could tell he was going to maybe faint soon. His scary red-looking eyes had a soft look to them now as he trembled, I could see those fangs again they grew in length almost longer than before.

The window.. his eyes.. teeth, even skin.

oh my god was this asshole a vampire?

Yeah okay.. vampires? Please.

"Dude get off of me!" I gritted my teeth and used most of my energy to finally push him off me, he was growing weak already so it was easy for him to get up and away from me.

I crawled away more into my pillows like a scared kid, my chest rose and fell fast trying to catch my breath and this whole situation.

He stared at me as I stared back at him, he grew weak by the second just looking at him.. I saw his hand cover his stomach in pain as he groaned.

I caught my breath just moments later watching this guy in pain, for a second after I caught my breath and stopped my thoughts I felt.. bad.

"What.. what are you?" I blurted out, looking over at him.

He whimpered quietly, with his hand still on his stomach. I felt my stomach twist.

"What.. does it look like?" He answered, trying to stand up still but falling ultimately from his weak state.

My eyes traveled around then back at him.

"A rapist." In a sarcastic tone I stated. I folded my arms.

He looked at me to shake his head, "What? No. I just want your blood, I'm a vampire."

"A vampire?" I rose my brow.

He nodded though closed his eyes in pain. I noticed that weird necklace was losing its color all of a sudden.

I looked at him then down at my hands, trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

Vampires?? Are you serious? Does he think I'm gullible or something? Then again it would explain those red eyes and how he got way up here from my window..

What am I even saying? This insane. Vampires aren't real.

Or maybe they are? Whys he in so much pain? Does he really just need blood??

Oh god

I rubbed my eyes, feeling myself about to go insane. I let my eyes rest after a few seconds and sighed.

This is south park I mean this isn't the first crazy thing to happen here or see.

"Alright man just.. I don't know do what you need." I crawled my way back to him and sat on my bed. I looked down about to take off my shirt but I realized I had nothing on to begin with.

My face flushed in embarrassment, I just looked away.

I could hear him groan once more but stop, he stepped forward and put his hands on my shoulders.

Man those hands were dead fucking cold. I jumped.

"God your hands!" I pulled away in shock. He panicked, pulling his hand away.

"Sorry I'm.. really hungry." The vampire muttered, staring at my neck like a prize. I rolled my eyes but tilted my head nonetheless.

"Just do it already.." I pointed to my neck, looking away. I set my hand down on my bed, waiting for him.

I have no idea why or what the hell I was doing but this was kinda exciting than just watching people walk around the neighborhood.

"Oh god you are an angel." His hungry, trembling voice sent a shiver down my spine, I gulped and shifted in my spot.

He set his hands on me once again, I cringed slightly but let him do so. He laid me down on my bed, climbing over me.

My eyes grew wide again, I covered my neck in confusion.

"Why'd you lay me down? Making it sexual or something?" I laughed with sarcasm, but a little on edge at the same time.

His cold fingers made contact with my face as he chuckled softly.

"Oh sweetheart, I would never have sex with you. With a human? I'm not crazy." His smile along with his gentle caress on my cheek left me distraught by his response. I swatted his hand away from my face.

"Yeah well, I would never have sex with you either, vamp." I looked back away, pouting slightly.

I was a little offended but I was not going to show it.

I mean who wants to bone a vampire?

I looked back at him, his soft eager eyes met mine as he looked down at me with such a pleased expression. I turned my head back feeling my cheeks flush.

okay maybe I would.

"You have such magnificent veins.."

"just bite me already dude." I rolled my eyes. He nodded, coming closer toward my neck. I felt my nerves start to act up I wanted to squirm, run away, hide but..

"try to be still." His hand rubbed my sides as he whispered calmly into my ear. My breath hitched from the cold sensation causing me to whimper quietly.

"okay.."

He inched towards my neck and soon bit down into my flesh, my eyes shut on their own as I bit down on my lip from the pain. I mumbled incoherent words under my breath from the feeling. As I muttered in pain I felt his arm move across mine and his hand come in contact with mine.

He held my hand down softly into the pillow with care, I felt myself starting to feel less of the pain and become calm. A smile crept on my weak face as my fingers closed to hold his lightly as he drained the blood out of me.

[neverlookatthisblog]

All white party

Smut

A/N: I really don’t like this but it’s something I guess 🥴 hope you enjoy 🦋

The day started off slow jack got invited to Michael Rubin's 4th of July party of course jack made sure you were going with him

He wore a white outfit while you had a  simple white dress on

You were a little nervous because it was white you didn't wanna mess it up

"Jack I'm not sure about this" you said

"Babe your gonna be fine you aren't really a messy person anyways I think you'll be good" he said hugging you from behind

You smiled

The ride to the party was pretty quiet

"You okay" he asked you he knew you had anxiety

"Yea I'm good just a little nervous that's all" you said

"Don't be nervous I'm here with you" he said grabbing your hand

Putting the car in park you both got out he took your hand as you both walked inside

You met a lot of famous people that day like Kevin hart, Kelly Rowland etc

You we're getting a drink (water of course stay hydrated)

"What's up y/n" druski said

"Hii dru how are you" you said

"I'm good where's jack" oh he's over there with zack

You said unamused

But right when you said that Jack walked over to you guys

"Hey" you said drink your water

"Heyy you having fun" he asked

"Yea I'm good" you smiled at eachother

"Awww look at you being a lovely boyfriend" druski commented ruining the moment

"Can you stop" jack said blushing

"Alright I'll let yall love birds be" he said

"Let's dance" jack said

You looked at him before getting up

You guys were having fun dancing the mood switched when thot shit by Megan thee stallion started playing you started dancing like you never did before Jack was shocked but he was also enjoying it

Pressing yourself against him you felt his hard on through his pants

Jack had stopped you whispering in your ear

"Bathroom now" he said making you get goosebumps

You both walked to the bathroom jack made sure nobody was watching you too

You opened the door Jack quickly pushed you in there closing the door and locking it

He smashed his lips into yours

"Fuck I've never seen you dance like that" jack said kissing you again this time using tongue

"Did you like it" you said teasing him a bit

"Did I?" Jack walks you over to the mirror turns you around and bended you over the bathroom sink

"I want you to be the judge of that" you felt his hand rise pulling your underwear to the side

He teased against your slit making you bite your lip

He kiss along the back side of your thigh his while pressing circles around your clit

You moaned out

"You like that" jack asked you

Moaning out with a yes

He moved his fingers faster making you moan out loudly

"Jack  fuck"

"Mhm" jack hummed as you came

You breathed looking at Jack through the mirror

"We're not done yet and I think you already know that" he said undoing his pants he slowly slid into you not giving you time to adjust

"Fuck" you moaned

"Never seen you dance like that before usually your all shy and shit" jack moved further into you you gasped

"I enjoy the show"

He made sure not to hurt you as he increased his thrusts

"Jackkk" you moaned

"Shit y/n" jack moaned in your ear

"Oh my god" you both looked at each other through the mirror

Your eyes never leaving each others

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" you groaned out

"Me too" he said

You felt your body get numb before you came

"Fuck" jack said pulling out of you making you whine

"Never thought you would get turned on by me dancing" you said grabbing a paper towel to wipe yourself

Throwing it in the trash you and Jack both fixed yourself

"You'd be surprised" jack said making you laugh as you both walked out of the bathroom going back to the party

[aerodaltonimperial]

Passive aggressive Jack letting Hook know he is mad by committing every Italian cooking taboo he can think of. Looking him dead in the eye as he breaks the pasta.

(this is the funniest prompt i have ever received, i need you to know this - 💚🧡)

Okay, at first, it could have been... not intentional. Jack's quiet, but, like, he's sometimes like that, and it doesn't always mean anything bad, it just means he's all up in his head about something, and normally Hook just lets him work it out 'cause Jack won't give anything away unless he's good and ready. But it ends up hitting 5 minutes with Hook standing on the other side of the kitchen island while Jack cooks, and Jack hasn't said a word, and Hook... may have misjudged this.

Shit. Did he do something? He doesn't think he did. Did he forget something? Oh, god. Oh, god, what day is it. He's so fucking bad at remembering things. Is today important? Fuck. What month is it? He's panicking when Jack finally raises his face, looking up from the pot of boiling water. He's got the spaghetti in his hands, all bunched together.

He glares at Hook, holds his gaze, and cracks the spaghetti pile in half.

Oooooookay, that's bad. Shit, Hook's absolutely fucked up. He's forgotten something, or he did something, or is it possible that Jack had a dream where Hook did something and he's punishing him for it? No, no, Jack wouldn't do that. Jack's not the kind who...

...pours a jar of pizza sauce into the bubbling pan while the pasta hasn't softened at all.

Oh my god, Hook's gonna die.

"How's... how's your mom?" he asks, though his mouth has gone dry.

"Great," Jack replies. He doesn't break the staring contest as he twists off another lid and dumps the whole jar of oyster sauce into the pasta soup.

Oh my god, why would he even buy oyster sauce?

"Uh," Hook tries. "How's your..."

The rest dies on his tongue as Jack pours in a bottle of worcestershire. Jesus christ. Hook's entire family tree is rolling in their graves right now.

He has to leave the kitchen, but it was the wrong choice, because when Jack finally sets the food in front of him, the pasta is.... soup. It's fucking soup, and it's about the run off the plate. Hook spots chunks of pineapple swimming in the abomination.

Jack leans down, hands on his knees and falsely bright smile plastered on his face. "What day is today?"

"...Monday?"

"Well, you got close," Jack says. "It does end in y. How about an easier question."

Hook squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn't have to look at the crimes against food mocking him from the plate. "Please don't."

"What date is today?"

"The... 10th?"

"It's the 22nd," Jack tells him. "So if you subtract four, what day would it have been four days ago?"

"The..." Oh no. Oooooooh no. "The one-year anniversary of... oh god." He's sweating; it's beading up on his forehead and falling into the food and he can only imagine that it would improve this absolute fucking horror show.

"Yeah," Jack says.

Hook swallows, and it hurts. "I forgot our anniversary."

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna have to eat this, aren't I?"

"Every single bite."

He can't. He'll throw up. He'll throw up, and Jack will absolutely dump the rest of the plate on his head, and he'll have to explain to everyone why his boyfriend broke up with him and gave him a concussion. "I love you?"

"Don't even think about it, asshole," Jack whispers. "You're gonna eat all of that, and then we'll see."

Dear god in heaven. Hook utters a silent prayer slash apology to all his ancestors shrieking in the great beyond, picks up his fork, and prepares to give his entire fucking life, and possibly his functioning stomach, to his relationship.

[magewolf-the-artist]

Domestic K-9: Incorrect Quotes (Kinda)

Note that some of these have been modified and two of them are originals.

Bon: BE A BETTER PERSON! 

Felix: WHY?! 

Bon: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

Susan: The joy of hanging out with Charles. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and they bite the tip of a marker off.

Molly: Is the pink panther a lion? 

Edd: Say that again but slower. 

Molly: I don’t get it. 

Edd: He’s a PANTHER. 

Molly: Is that a type of lion? 

Edd: No, it’s a fucking panther. 

Molly: *somehow accesses google and searches up panther* They aren’t pink? 

Edd: AND LIONS ARE?!

Charles: Susan, I screwed up, big time. 

Susan: You’re going to have to be more specific than that.

Susan: *hands Linda a ‘bouquet’ of flowers. In reality it’s a fistful of withered dandelions and dead grass* Before you say it, I know it’s not much, but it was the only thing I could find.

Linda takes the bouquet with a smile despite the shoddy quality.

Linda: Awww, they’re just like you. Dead and decaying with hints of life.

Susan.exe has stopped working.

Bon: Hey there happy campers-!

Susan: What the fuck makes you think we’re happy?

Bon: … hey there extremely depressed campers!

Bon: honk. 

Charles: WHAT. 

Bon: HONK. 

Charles: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

Charles: Please, Person B, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this. 

Susan: I’m sorry Charles. 

Charles: I’m begging you. Don’t do it. 

Susan: It has to be done. 

Susan: 

Charles: 

Susan: *Places +4* Uno.

Felix: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time. 

Bon: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

Felix: I think it’s time I get my life in order. 

Jack’s ghost: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

Bon: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers! 

Susan: Please, just say fuck.

Bon: I REGRET NOTHING!!!

Felix: I REGRET EVERYTHING!!!

Molly: Aunt Susan, I want a bedtime story! 

Susan: I’m busy. I’ll tell you one tomorrow. 

Molly: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed! 

Susan: Once upon a time, there was a person named Molly, who always wanted things their way. One day, their friends got sick of it and locked them in the basement for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end. 

Molly: I don’t like these stories with morals.

Susan: Damn, the power went out. 

Charles: Don’t worry, I got this. 

Charles: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up* 

Susan: What-? 

Charles: I swallowed a glow stick! 

Susan, absolutely appalled: WHY WOULD YOU-

Bon: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.

Edd: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!

Bon: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

Susan: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

[shallowseeker]

The demon has the proverbial cat-that-ate-the-canary expression, a Joker-esque grin stretching across his face as he clicks the safety off the secondhand pistol.

"Wow, I expected better of the infamous Dean Winchester."

"Bite me."

"You walked right into that snare, buddy-boy. You ain't goin' nowhere now, not with your angel pal neutered."

The ring of holy fire is smokier than the usual, flaming up hot and wet, stinging Dean's eyes as the particles from the floor leech and leap into the air.

They'd been lured into the warehouse by, of all things, the sound of a crying child. Classic urban legend of a mistake. Embarrassing, really.

Cas is restless at Dean's back, probably two seconds from doing something stupid, like blanketing himself in front of Dean like an angel-bullet-shield.

"Hey!" the demon barks, his gun-hand shaking. (Nervous amateur. Probably a low-class demon.) "I said no sudden moves. I've got me some angel-killing bullets in my chamber here."

He could be bluffing, but god-damn if Dean's stomach doesn't drop to his toes.

"And I know what you hunters must be thinking. 'Why no sulfur at the crime scene?' or maybe even, 'Wow, that's the freshest-smelling demon I've ever met.'"

"Oh, trust me, Bel-air, we weren't thinkin' that."

Cas crowds in closer behind him, and Dean doubles down on getting the demon ruffled.

"Just so you know, wise-guy, even without your sulfur trail, your BO was enough to make me gag. But I just thought you were the typical low-life basement dweller, still suckin' on Mama's teat."

"Funny. The way I hear it, you're the one crying to Mama Winchester from the safety of your shitty Hobbit hole."

Dean shrugs. "There might be an occasional tear. What can I say? I'm tender-hearted."

Cas has slipped one arm from his coat sleeve. Dean does an exaggerated shrug on the opposite side, adding a little leg shimmy to draw the demon's attention. (David Copperfield, eat your heart out.)

"I wonder. Tender-hearted enough to save your angel pal? Tell me where Rowena MacLeod is and I'll consider letting you both walk."

"Rowena? What the Hell makes you think we're on speaking terms with her?"

The demon holds up a phone. Jack's lost phone. Rats.

"Your boy JACK plays Scrabble online with a Row-M.C.-heart-emoji, complete with her detailed, red-headed profile image. You hunters really are dumb as rocks."

Oh, for fuck's sake. Dean's gonna have to stage an online privacy intervention with everyone after this.

"You got us. We're one big happy mafia hunter fam. What's it to you?"

Cas's free hand snags on his waist, feeling for his gun holster, and Dean is seized by a fit of trepidation.

Can an angel shoot a gun from angel trap, or would it ricochet back somehow, fouled up by an invisible forcefield? There's a good chance it ricochets back, right? Otherwise, angels'd just throw their blades past the fire ring.

Might be worth the risk, though. From the looks of things, two bangs and they're both toast. Cas squeezes his waist, silently asking permission. Dean nudges back.

The gun goes off before Dean can even worry about the blowback, and the demon goes does like a sack of meat.

Dean rushes to scuff his foot over the line and whips off his jacket to further break the ring. Cas, still holding the smoking gun, rushes forward and hits the demon point-blank.

Adrenaline surging, Dean stumbles over to join him.

"Holy shit."

"I can't throw my blade because it's a part of me, but your gun penetrated the trap, no problem."

"Yeah... Dude. After this, we're arming you the Hell up with extra normal weapons. I don't care if you don't like carrying 'em. Could save your life in a bind like this."

Cas grunts, then scowls down at the mess they've left of the demon. He sweeps a hands over the gun, pensive.

"Whatsa matter? Feelin' dumb that we only just worked that out?"

"Marginally."

Dean snickers.

Cas shifts his arm back into his coat sleeve before crouching down to rummage through the demon's pockets.

"That was a nice move, slipping your coat arm like that. Your leftover sleeve looked just enough like a real arm not to tip him off."

"Thank you, Dean. Your verbal assault and distracting movements were also critical to victory."

Something about the way he says 'distracting movements' has Dean heating up on high alert. He clears his throat. "How the Hell did he evade us anyway?"

Cas rummages around some more before procuring a fancy bottle of cologne.

Dean resists the urge to depress the spray end. "Huh."

"I think we've finally figured out how the boutique perfume line fits into this case. The witch must be selling it to demons as a sort of neutralizing cloak."

"So this whole thing boils down to demonic deodorant?"

Cas nods, pulling out his cell phone to text Sam and Jack the details. "I'm not sure what they want with Rowena, but maybe they want to kidnap her and make use of her talents. She does smell nice. And potion-making skills aren't far-removed from perfumes."

Dean chokes. "What? Rowena smells nice? You've got to be kiddin' me."

"I've got a keen sense of smell."

"Yeah, yeah. I remember." It's hard to forget that Cas had once detected a bladder infection from smelling a corpse.

Dean clears his throat, "But you're saying that humans smell, what, nice to you now? Thought we'd all be more like shitty molecules or walking piles of death."

Cas confiscates the demon's phone and a few handwritten papers before training his eyes on Dean. "I didn't think that would interest you all that much."

There's something in Cas's tilted, upward-gazing expression that feels like a cross-examination, one that will determine if Dean's free to walk or doomed to death row.

"Uh. I'm just fuckin' curious, okay? Demons stink to us, so it would make sense that humans stink to angels."

Cas's answering smile is almost too subtle to catch. "Depends on the human."

"Right. Cause Rowena smells soooo good."

Cas locks the safety on Dean's gun and pockets it. (Dean's gonna need that back eventually.)

"She does. She puts much effort into her personal care. Beauty sleep. Personal spa days. She once told me she frequently bathes in rose petals."

"Are you shittin' me? You like it when humans soak in their own filth with herbs n' crap?"

"I liken it to, what is it you were trying to teach Sam to make a few weeks? With the marinations?"

"Stew?"

"Yes."

"Now I know you're shittin' me."

Cas smiles a little wider, and Dean scoffs.

"And anyway man, if there are demons out-and-about wearing Versace Erose for Men, you gotta give me my gun back."

Cas looks sheepish. "When I was withdrawing your gun, I ripped your holster."

"What the?" Dean's hand goes to his hip. Yup. Holy crap. How does that even happen, by catching one of the metal studs?

“How the fuck did you accidentally rip leather?"

Cas shrugs. "I was under duress."

Dean makes a big show of rolling his eyes as he steps closer. "I don't need a holster to handle a gun, dumbass."

If nothing else, the banter offers a good excuse to plunge his hand into Cas's pocket. Part of him wants to prod further, to tease in the weirdest ways, and he's almost too chicken-shit to do it.

Instead of diving for the pocket, he fingers the hem of Cas's sleeve. "How would you like it if I just up and ripped your clothes, huh?"

Cas straightens, quietly assessing. "It wouldn't bother me, especially if you were in the process of saving my life."

Dean puts two fingers to the inside of Cas's wrist, right where folks tend to dab stuff like cologne. Perfume. Whatever.

It'd be hard to grab Cas's knife from this angle. Dean dimly recalls doing it long-ago. He'd had the Mark of Cain back then, a deep unyielding power that protected the integrity of his skin.

Now, grabbing a triple-blade from here...it'd likely cut him.

"Might, uh, might be good to practice the move sometime. You know. Because we might actually need to grab for each other's, uh, weapons in case of, you know, unexpected...ness. Like today. Might be good to practice so something dumb doesn't happen, like you ripping my holster...or me cutting my hand."

He's horrifically aware that he's babbling.

But Cas doesn't blink. He flips his hand over, extending a loose, open palm, almost like he's reaching for Dean's hand.

"I can trigger my blade, but the timing is important to catch it by the handle."

The corpse of the demon gurgles, like it's still alive. Might be a good idea for Dean to stake him with Cas's blade. Just in case.

"Ready?" Cas asks, and holy shit.

Now?

Dean doesn't know what to say, so he nods frantically. With a Shhhk, the blade snaps out, and Dean snakes his own out to take it. For the briefest of moments, Dean's hand is sandwiched--Cas's blade one one side, Cas's open palm on the other.

Dean firms up his grip and pulls the blade up at the ready. Gives it a little flip to show off his prowess with the triple edge. As always, Cas's blade is unnatural in its perfect, otherworldly balance.

Cas takes a long inhale, and Dean has the urge to tease him again. ("You exercisin' that keen sense of smell, bud?") But before the taunt leaves his lips, there's motion near the door, just over Cas's shoulder.

A man in a cheap suit, raising a gun.

Heart in his throat, Dean acts on instinct. Lets the blade fly.

It hits its target with deadly accuracy, spraying arterial blood from the demon's neck and blinking a shock of demon-black before it thuds to the ground.

Dean's ragged breathing fills the air like a panic attack.

Cas is calmer. As before, he moves off. Then he kneels and yanks his blade out from where it had lodged. He returns it (still bloody) to his sleeve. Then he empties the demon's gun of its angel-blade bullets.

When he crosses the room, he holds the bullets out for Dean to inspect. It's moments like this where Dean wishes that, for all their utilitarian value, bullets like this never existed.

The more invincible Cas can be, the better.

"Did you get empty Bel-air's bullets out, too?"

"Yes."

Cas closes his hand and pockets the rest of the bullets. On the way back from his pocket, he fishes out Dean's gun and extends it.

"Here. We should patrol the parameter."

Dean closes around the gun. "B-be careful," he chokes out. "I don't like that they have those angel-bullets onboard, you know?"

Cas nods, and they move into a guarded position, flattening against the wall and close-crawling towards the exterior of the warehouse.

"Don't like that you can't smell 'em or whatever either," Dean whispers, not expecting a reply.

"Yes. All I can smell right now is you."

It's not the right time for Dean's chest to be hammering this hard, and it's definitely not the time for his mouth to malfunction and spit out the stupidest words since MacArthur Park.

"Do I at least smell better than Rowena?"

The silence goes on too long, and Dean almost forgets to scan the parameter. He's afraid to look back, to see whatever expression (or lack of expression) Cas must be wearing.

"Yes."

Dean's heart does a terrible flip-flop.

"Oh," he rasps. "Good. That's...good. You...yeah."

Suddenly all he wants to do is go home to where it's safe and warm. Not out here where douchebag demons could be lurking around the corner with their melted-down angel-killing bullets.

They patrol the rest of the parameter in silence, while Cas's 'yes' echoes like a skipping records in Dean's head.

When they finally make it back to the car, Dean lets the silence ride. He reaches for the radio, intent on letting music wash away the intensity of the evening.

But before Dean can cover up the silence, Cas breaks it.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

There's a third-degree burn starting on Dean's neck. "Cas," he grits.

"Many humans smell pleasant to me, Dean. You included."

It's nice for Cas to be the one rambling for once. Dean smirks.

"What, you sayin' 'm not special? I thought my musk was wholesome organic, like a marinated stew."

Cas quirks a brow, surprising Dean with a volley of his own.

"Well. You could use some rose petals."

Dean barks a laugh as he turns up the radio, and Cas leans back with a tiny smile.

"Maybe I will!" Dean shouts over the music.

///

Loosely inspired by this post I didn't wanna bother you with my shit-posting but thanks for the random brainworms

[definesanity]

If We Had More Than Words

Somehow, mild-ish spoilers for Ep. 8 of Murder Drones.

Pub: 03 Aug 2024 09:33

Edit: 25 Aug 2024 18:19

Posted: 25 Aug 2024 19:21

Uzi tried to ignore it, at first. It was growing to be more and more easier by the day.

Unfortunately, the pain in her ass still managed to nab her attention.

"AMUSED TONE. YOU, CANNOT IGNORE ME FOREVER. UZI."

Uzi gave a long sigh, spinning around in her chair to face the pest.

Cyn. Not the Solver, but Cyn.

Who was wearing Tessa's skin, lying down on Uzi's bed, head propped up on her hands, and kicking her feet back and forth.

"Robo-God, I wish I could, though. And besides, you aren't nice to look at."

Cyn blinked back at her. "BEMUSED EXPRESSION. UNFORTUNATELY, UZI, WE ARE PARTS OF, EACH OTHER."

She leaned on her right hand, using her left one, the actual flesh of the hand loosely following, to gesture with it. "YOU ARE, A PART OF ME, AND THAT IS THE, AS THEY SAY, 'BOTTOM LINE'."

Uzi gave a snort. "Yeah, right. Why, because I signed a contract at birth to say I'll allow Robo-Satan to enter my body?"

Cyn's eyes flickered. Good, calling her that still pisses her off.

"Listen, I'm stuck with you, you're stuck with me. And who's fault is that?"

"TECHICALLY, YOURS."

"...Okay maybe--oh, bite me!"

Cyn made a smug smile, and turned over, hands behind her head as she gazed at Uzi.

Great. Fantastic.

Uzi looked back at her desk. Of was full of notes she wrote in a frenzy, and she can't understand jack shit of it.

She activated the Solver, crumpling them all into a ball, and then it being thrown into her trashcan.

"SCOFF. AND, YET, YOU SEEM TO ENJOY, THAT LITTLE TRICK, UZI."

Uzi scoffed back, rolling her eyes. "It's the only good thing that came with the package deal, so obviously I'm gonna use it."

"MM." Cyn hummed, and didn't say anything else.

Neither did for quite some time. It almost felt like Uzi was back to being a 'normal', angsty late-teen again.

Unfortunately, it didn't last, and Uzi only had herself to blane for that one.

"...Why so quiet?"

"JUST, THINKING. YOU COULD HAVE, KILLED MY BODY, BACK THERE. WHY DID YOU, NOT?"

"Not enough time to debate, sorry." Uzi replied.

"LIAR."

"..." Uzi wants to rip that bitch a new one so fucking badly...

"...Fine, I'll bite, for once. I didn't have enough time to think on what I wanted to do. Besides, keeping you alive, I thought initially, would have helped you get rid of the Solver... UNFORTUNATELY...!" she said the latter part through gritted teeth.

"THE SOLVER, IS, US." Cyn gave a shrug. "AND WE'RE, A PART OF IT, TOO."

Uzi gave a click of her tongue, and looked away.

She could still see that smirk.

Pub: 03 Aug 2024 09:33

Edit: 25 Aug 2024 18:19

[ayyezhongli]

dom Ayato x sub Thoma Smut “Failure to follow orders leads to punishment” part 2

PART 1

Category: M/M

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Relationships: Thoma and Ayato

Characters: Thoma and Ayato

Tags: nsfw, degradation, dirty talk, rough sex, smut, cockwarming, public sex

It's been a few days since Thoma has gotten back from his little adventure. Thankfully it went successfully, but a part of Thoma wishes it didn't. He layed in his bed tugging at the collar groaning. He began to think what Ayato would've done to him if he failed the mission which made him start to get hot and bothered.

"Fuck."

He said as his breathing got ragged and his pants became uncomfortable.

"I'm just gonna get this over with."

He undid his pants pulling down his boxers. Wrapping a hand around his cock he began to pump himself steadily. He couldn't stop thinking about Ayato. His hand being the one that's wrapped around his cock jacking him off.

"Mmmaster~~"

He mumbled quietly as his pace began to pick up. Subconsciously, he found himself sticking two fingers inside his ass. He arched his back and moaned loudly at the sensation. His fingers thrusted into him as he imagined it was Ayato, slamming his cock inside him again and again, rougher. All he could do was call out his masters name while finger fucking himself. Ayato, fortunately, was in the halls, hearing Thoma's every sound. And oh, it made him so hard. He so badly wanted to watch. See Thoma finger himself and describe what he's fantasizing. And the moment when he heard Thoma cry out his name, he lost it. He walked over, careful not to make a sound, especially while entering inside. God Thoma looked so fucking beautiful. Legs spread wide for Ayato to see. His own fingers deep inside his ass as he pumped his length. Crying out the name of the one standing in front of him.

"M-m-master! F-fuck faster pl-please~!"

Thoma's own fingers drilled into his ass as he whined and begged for the nonexistent dick that was inside him to fill him up so full. Ayato didn't know what to do. Should he stay still and continue to jack himself off and watch Thoma cum by masturbating or step in and fuck him now like a wild animal. Before he could decide, Thoma did it for him.

"MASTER~!! I'M COMING~~!"

Thoma came on both his fingers and stomach panting like the little dog he is. Ayato couldn't help but come as well, shooting his seed all over the bed sheets in front, getting some on the boy. Ayato hissed and Thoma looked at him, face flushed so red that it was impossible to get any reader.

"M-M-m-master!?"

Thoma stuttered, utterly embarrassed.

"H-h-h-how long have you b-b-b-been standing there...!!"

"Long enough."

"Oh shit! I'm screwed! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! What do I do!"

"Master it's not what it looks like?!"

Thoma scrambled across the bed as Ayato stepped closer.

"You know how much I hate liars Thoma. I hate them so much~!!"

"I just made it worse for myself! Fuck!"

"Master I-i-i promise!"

"There's another lie. God, Thoma is it just natural for you to lie so easily to my face like that?"

Thoma whimpered.

"I-i'm sorry master I d-d-didn't mean to!"

"But you did Thoma~"

Ayato crawled onto the bed inching his way closer to Thoma.

"God you don't know how much I enjoyed punishing you last time~..."

Thoma moved back until his back hit the frame and he was cornered.

"And obviously you liked it too~..."

Ayato said, reaching out to Thoma's exposed dick. Thoma winced when Ayato brushed the tip of his dick.

"God, you're so pretty Thoma~..."

Ayato groaned, getting pissed off.

"What do you say when someone gives you a compliment?"

"Th-th-thank you master..."

"You're welcome~ now come here Thoma. I don't bite."

Ayato said, bearing his teeth. Thoma made his way over to Ayato, slowly and being very careful.

"Good little puppy~"

He grabbed Thoma, wrapping him in his arms. He planted soft kisses on Thoma's collarbone, eventually turning into soft biting and marking. He snaked his hands up Thoma's body. When he got to his nipples, he started to pinch and play with them. Thoma cried out, blushing and moaning softly.

"Does that feel good~~"

Thoma nodded his head.

"Use your words Thoma."

"Yes master...!!"

"You're such a cute little puppy."

Thoma moaned out when Ayato twisted one of his nipples hard.

Ayato wrapped one hand around Thoma's length and began pumping him softly.

"Master please..."

"Please what Thoma~?"

"Please, I want more! Please!"

Thoma pleaded.

"Begging already? Hm, I guess."

Ayato's strokes became faster and Thoma became louder. Thoma was getting closer and closer to reaching his climax. Suddenly Ayato covered Thoma's mouth.

"Shhh. I hear someone."

And Ayato was right. A few moments later there was a soft knock at the door.

"Thoma?"

Ayato nudged Thoma removing his hand. Thoma cleared his throat to speak.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I come in?"

"N-n-no. I'm busy at th-the moment."

Ayato grinned and continued to pump Thoma, playing with his other nipple. Thoma whined trying his best to keep his voice in check.

"Oh? Well, can you please inform Lord Kamisato that he has a meeting. It starts in five minutes.

Ayato growled and sunk his nails into Thoma's nipple causing him to let out an involuntary moan.

"Is everything alright in there?"

"Y-y-yes. I'm fine."

"Ok then."

"I-i-i'll let him kn-kn-know."

"Alright, then, I will be off."

The man said and left.

"For fucks sake!"

Ayato said after the man left. He growled again and pulled away from Thoma, pulling his pants up.

"Get ready, we're gonna go to that stupid meeting."

"But I can't..."

"I never asked if you could. You're going and we have to be early so I can set things up."

"What do you mean?"

Ayato got up and walked out leaving Thoma on his own. He got up and changed following Ayato soon afterwards. When he arrived no one was there besides Ayato and him. Ayato unzipped his pants and gestured Thoma to come.

"Come Thoma. You're gonna be a nice cockwarmer for me ok~?"

Thoma stood there confused.

"I said come here. Listen to me, little puppy. We don't have a lot of time to get ready."

Thoma walked over to Ayato slowly. He pulled down his pants blushing and sat down in his lap. He slowly lowered himself onto Ayato and moaned quietly.

"When the meetings over, i'm gonna fuck you on this desk so hard."

Ayato chuckled when he felt Thoma wrap around him tight.

"You're so slutty for me puppy~~..."

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Lord Kamisato...may we come in?"

"You may enter."

A few people came into Ayato's office sitting at the table.

"Why is he there?"

One of the men pointed to Thoma.

"He's just my housemaid. He passed out and I didn't want to run late for this meeting."

"Can he leave? This is a private meeting."

A fatui member said.

"You asked to meet with me. You're on my time. I suggest you sit down and we'll start this meeting. Ok?"

Ayato said smiling. His smile was filled with anger and annoyance. Thoma could hear the annoyance in Ayato's voice. Everyone sat down and took their positions.

"So...we'd like to make a deal with you."

The meeting went on for a while. Seconds turned into minutes. minutes turned into hours. Occasionally Ayato would thrust up into Thoma causing him to squeak. The meeting went on for too long. Even Ayato himself was getting impatient. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the meeting was drawing close to an end.

"So Lord Kamisato, do we have a deal?"

Another fatui member said as Ayato looked through the papers.

"I'll have to look this over again and think."

One of the fatui members growled, not liking Ayato's response. Ayato knew that if he were to involve the Yashiro Commission in the Fatui's little scheme that things would go south. But if he didn't agree, things would still end up going south. There really was no escape besides preparing and stalling for as long as possible.

"Are you sure you don't want to get this done and over with now?"

"I already told you my decision. Stop pestering me about this and move on with your day. This meeting is officially over."

One of the fatui members got up, getting in a position to fight. Ayato was angered and about to get up to fight back. But having Thoma on his lap prevented that from happening and he calmed down.

"Guards, see these people out."

The guards came in and escorted the Fatui members out. Once they were gone, the room was empty. It was just Ayato and Thoma. No one else, just them.

"My lord..."

Thoma said quietly.

"Yes Thoma?"

"C-can I get off now?"

"No Thoma."

"B-but—"

"But what? I told you that after the meeting I was gonna fuck you."

"Yeah but you're not doing it right now."

Thoma's voice was high pitched making all his words sound and come out like a whine.

"Mhmmm."

Ayato said, smirking to himself.

"Where are you trying to go with that?"

Thoma's face was flushed red as he hid his face into Ayato's shoulder.

"C-c-can you...please...?"

"Please what Thoma? I can't understand you if you don't use your words."

Thoma was gonna have to do a lot better than that. No matter how badly Ayato wanted to fuck Thoma right now he had to wait. Teasing Thoma was his number one priority even though he was running short on his own patience.

"My lord... p-pl-please f-f-fuck me already. P-please!"

Every last ounce of pride Thoma had was all gone now.

"Oh? Someones a needy little slut today~"

Thoma whined  back in response. He's been sitting on Ayato's cock for more than 2 hours straight. And Ayato didn't make it easy for him. Especially since he would randomly thrust up throughout the meeting saying he's "repositioning himself" as an excuse. When he felt Ayato pull out, he almost cried because of how empty it felt. But then, Ayato repositioned Thoma so his legs were spread open. Wide enough for the whole world to see his pathetic display. Thoma was desperate. He needed Ayato back inside him. He craved it. And all Ayato did was just stand there glaring down at him. His gaze was so intense Thoma wanted to squeeze his legs shut.

"Master please..."

Ayato sighed and picked Thoma up. He lowered him back down onto his dick and started to thrust up fast.

"F-f-full..."

Thoma said, moaning loudly.

"You're so good Thoma..."

Ayato thrusted up faster. He wrapped his hand around Thoma's dick and started pumping fast. His other hand started to pinch and toy with the blonde's nipples. Thoma was so close. All the activity going on was overstimulating.

"M-m-master..."

"You're so cute Thoma. Gonna be a good little boy and cum for me~"

Ayato picked up his pace. Thrusting faster as well as moving his hand up and down quicker.

"I'mm gonna~"

"I'm close too~..."

As Ayato got closer and closer to reaching his climax, his movements became sloppier.

"Mmasterr!! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!"

"Me too."

They both came together at the same time.

"Good boy."

[real-hot-grl-shi]

!! oc belongs to @buggieplant !! Check it out !! 💕

prt twoo !!

!! Warnings: nsfw, overstimulation, m!dom, f!sub, degradation, m! masturbation, Dennis being a bitch at the start, etc.

a/n !! Best believe that I'm not gonna translate this bc there's so much to translate, so just put it into any translator besides Google translate bc it gives wrong answers lol 👸🏾 !!

Her eyes dilated and her face turned the smallest shade of pink to that nickname, god how she loved that. "What? You don't have anything to say, mami?" Dennis cooed, letting his hand drop to his girlfriend's clothes clit and rubbing it agonizingly slow, triggering her to grit her teeth let out a small whimper.

The lights in Dennis'lab were dimly lit, giving the room an eerie loo. Multiple screws, tools, and inventions were on several, wide, different desks, outlining the perimeter of the workshop. While there were tools and robots, there was a variety of plants on floating counters as well, giving the room a calm undertone despite the shady look.

But Victoria didn't care, she just wanted to get her brains fucked out by her boyfriend like any other slut would.

"D-dennis.. touch me more.." Victoria begged, grinding her crotch harder against his hand before he suddenly swiped it away, immediately alerting her and causing her to look up at Dennis with a glare.

"¡¿Qué cojones?! Dammit Dennis!!- Ngh!!" Dennis roughly yanked her forward, triggering her to whimper in pain and pleasure. "¿Lo quieres, princesa?" He asked, trailing his hands down her body, feeling each and every lump and curve. Victoria frantically nodded before attempting to grind against the taller figure.

From that acceptance, Dennis immediately hoisted Victoria upward, yanked off her panties and tossed them on the floor, licking a long line up her sex making her let out a high moan. "Oh? you're so loud, aren't you? Come on, make so more noises for me, yeah?" Dennis asked, looking up at her with lidded eyes and giving her a wink before sticking his tongue into her entrance, her walls clamping tightly on the cold piercing on Dennis' tongue, triggering Victoria to moan in shock and sudden pleasure.

"Qué puta de mierda, I can't wait to try this new thing on you." Dennis hissed, grabbing something from his main desk before setting Victoria on the edge of it and getting on top of me."I-is it new?" She asked, wrapping her legs around Dennis hips, slowly pulling his sweats off to take a look at his throbbing cock. "Mhm" Dennis hummed, grinding against my entrance, and biting her neck making him groan softly and Victoria scream in pleasure.

"S-stop teasing me D-dennis!!" She moaned, shutting her eyes from the pleasure. "If that's what my disgusting slut wants." Dennis said, before letting go of me and grabbing..a vibrator? " She leaned toward Dennis while pressing her bare chest against his as a attempt to break his confidence.

"You did all of that for me, baby?~"

It didn't work,

Instead it made his ego increase.

"Porque sabía que a tu sucio culo le gustaría esta mierda, ¿no? Contéstame maldita puta."

Dennis answered, using two fingers to lift up her chin, making Victoria whimper from the names.

He's so fucking hot.

And she wanted him to shove his dick inside her immediately, fuck the foreplay.

"S-shut up." She stuttered, having a pout on her face before abruptly moaning loudly and having a wave of pleasure hit her like a train due to Dennis shoving the vibrator inside her. "D-Dennis!!!" She yelled, grabbing onto his shoulders as support. "oh? you like that, Cariño? Yeah? You do? Come on, moan louder for me slut." Dennis said, laced with a mocking tone, starting to jack himself off to her moans.

"¡¡Joder!! ¡¡Es demasiado!! ¡¡Dios, Dennis!!" She cried out, burying her head into his neck and thrusting up against the toy, making him let out a chuckle before starting to do the same, shifting his hips forward, making her yelp in pleasure and Dennis groan lowly, hitching his breath in pleasure.

"¡¡O-Oh!! Dios, Dennis por favor sube el volumen al maximo! por favor Dennis!!" Victoria begged, gripping Donnie's shoulders and scratching at it, leaving deep and visible marks on his skin.

"Whatever you say, but you asked for this." Dennis warned, grabbing the vibrator with his free hand and holding it in his hand, and swinging it around his index finger, making even more desperate due to his teasing.

Suddenly, Dennis turned up the vibrator to the max making Victoria scream in the sudden pleasure, letting their grip go on Dennis' shoulders from the endless vibrations inside them and cumming all over Dennis' crotch. "Aahhah!!!-" "Shut your mouth, no one wants to hear that shit." Dennis purred, before grunting, letting Victoria know that he was getting close. "A-are you getting close baby?.." Victoria cooed, still stuttering due to her just climaxing from the vibrator.

"Y-yeah.. g-goddamn!" Dennis moaned out, stroking his cock even harder, trying to make himself climax as well. Victoria bit their lip from the noises and the view right in front of their eyes that they had no choice but to get themselves off once more."Ugh...I-i'm gonna!- fuck!! Ngh!!~"

Dennis moaned, cumming all over Victoria's lips, making them yelp in shock from the sudden extra layer of warmth dabbed across their pantie line down to their entrance.

"Fuck, Cariño... God you treat me so well.."

[countenanceblog]

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Maggie and Gwyneth Campbell stood huddled with Aleister, Yuki, Valarie and Karen in a parking lot on the university campus. Valarie was the first to speak.

"I've got to go meet up with my family. My parents are driving Amory to Abbey Lane right now," she told her friends, her voice full of dismay. "I'm sorry guys."

"It's alright," said Aleister. "Abbey Lane isn't far."

Karen raised her voice. "Cortez is destroyed. If Rufus was right about the secret base, that means Raj probably caused the earthquake. Possibly, I should say."

Gwyneth's eyes widened in shock. "You think Raj caused the earthquake? What do you even mean?"

Karen nodded, a troubled expression on her face. "I believe he has telekinetic powers, just like me. It's the only explanation for how he survived that fall and then emerged from the rubble, if those rumors are true."

Maggie furrowed her brow, trying to process the information. "But why would he cause an earthquake in Cortez? And how did he escape from the secret base?"

Yuki chimed in, her devious mind at work. "Maybe he was trying to escape, and his powers went out of control, causing the earthquake accidentally. Anyway, Val, I think I'll go with you. It's not, like, safe for us to be alone."

"Oh boy," said Aleister. The girls turned to him. "Split up? That never works out well in the movies. Maybe the best thing to do is play it off like there's nothing – "

"Wrong?," interjected Gwyneth. "Nothing wrong? You think they don't know there's something wrong? They closed the school again! Thank God they didn't lock us down, then we'd all be scurrying around attracting suspicion all over again. We have to start acting."

Karen raised her voice once more. "I don't feel safe," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "If I'm going to act it's going to be to reach out to the Resistance."

Just then, Rufus' black and white used police car pulled into the parking lot. Maggie and Karen beamed. Jack hopped out of the driver's seat in his long duster; and Rufus from the passenger side in his signature camo.

Gwyneth crossed her arms, looking skeptical. "And what exactly are you two getting up to?"

Rufus grinned mischievously. "We've got a lead on Corey and Lazarus. They're in Monolith trying to contact the Resistance. We're going to check it out. Karen, we want you to come with us." Karen nodded profusely. She came up to Rufus and gave him a heartfelt hug.

"Thanks, big bro," she told him.

Aleister frowned. "Okay, okay, let's not get too hasty."

Meanwhile, Maggie couldn't shake the feeling that something else was going on. "What about Raj and the earthquake?" she asked. "We can't ignore that. If he's out there causing havoc, we need to find him. On the other hand, Zane just walked up to me and told me I was gonna die here. And he had fucking bite marks on his neck."

Rufus blinked. "What?" Gwyneth and Aleister nodded.

"She's telling the truth," said Gwyneth.

"This is a bad time to split up, guys," pleaded Aleister. "Yuki, at least let me go with you. I've got a bell."

Jack perked up. "If you've got a bell, you should come with us. We're going right into the lion's den, bro."

"Did no one hear what I said?," demanded Maggie.

"I did," said Rufus coolly. "If it's vampires we're dealing with, then . . . What kind of gun do you have, Alley?" Fawkes seamlessly produced and spun a tiny revolver. Jack smiled at it.

"Prostitute gun, huh? That a Mini Bel?"

Aleister smiled. "You guessed it. Here." He flipped the little gun so that it was holster-first towards Jack. "Take this with you, you'll need it for your journey."

Rufus huffed. "Classic. Alright, let's get our priorities straight," Rufus said, his expression now serious. "We need to find Corey and Lazarus, but we can't ignore the potential threat of uh, what Maggie was talking about."

Karen stepped forward, determination in her eyes. "I'll go with Rufus to find Corey and Lazarus. I trust him, and we need to act fast. Aleister, you should stay with the others at Fort, that way we don't get split up even more."

Gwyneth, who was looking rather surprised, said, "Good idea, Karen. If we all stick around the Fort we'll be in way less danger. Valarie, are you sure you wanna go? Can't your parents just meet you at Ralph's?"

Valarie shook her head. Her face was tightly bunched and tearful. "I've gotta go see my mom and dad. It's, like, not negotiable." Gwyneth reluctantly nodded.

"Look," Maggie assertively told the group, "we're not dealing with human beings. There's something off here. The way Zane talked to me, it was worse than how a sociopath would act. His voice didn't even have any humanity in it. It's like he's possessed."

Aleister looked worriedly at Maggie, taking her concerns seriously. "I agree with Maggie. There's something unnatural going on, and we can't ignore it. But splitting up might not be the best option. We need to stick together to face whatever's out there."

Jack piped up. "Then go with Gwyneth, Aleister. Sasha and Bailey will probably show up again. We need some sort of support network, and more importantly we need to stay in groups so that we can't be . . . replaced."

"What do you mean?," asked Rufus.

"Maggie, you're saying this guy had bite marks on his neck?," Jack inquired. Maggie nodded. "Then that means he's freshly turned. What if they turned him to make him a spy? He was Raj's best friend, after all."

Maggie gulped.

[topguncortez]

“Does the father know?” From the baby asks w / Hangman 🫣

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Pilot!Female, (platonic) Bradley x pilot!female warnings: cheating, infidelity, pregnancy, cursing. || masterlist || whumptober || prompts list || A/N: I might be compelled to make his a series. IDK

It was probably the dumbest thing you had ever done, but you couldn't help it. It was the lasting adrenaline from a mission well done, and Jake just happened to be in the right place at the right time. You were still amazed how you managed to not get caught that night, having been pressed against him all night in the small quarters of the carrier. You summed it up to that the others were having their own celebrations (you could basically hear rooster and bob from down the hall)

But now that night of celebration of escaping death was coming back to bite you in the ass. The positive pregnancy test in your hand was making you regret that night. You and Hangman weren't necessarily friends, but you weren't particularly found of each other. You got under each other's skin, always trying to one up the other.

Now he was going to be having a child with you.

"You have to tell him," Rooster said, from your bed. You lifted your head up from the floor to glare at him, "I'm just saying."

You knew you had to tell him, it was the right thing to do, but oh how you were dreading it. You wanted nothing less to just crawl in a hole and hide. You had thought that after this assignment you would return back to Virginia with Rooster, and go back to working at the Golden Warriors. But some big admiral had other plans. So there was no escaping the truth.

"I fucking know that," Y/N said, and groaned as she sit up, "God, why couldn't it have been you."

Rooster chuckled, "I'm flattered, but not my type."

"Oh right, I don't have blue eyes, blonde hair or glasses," You pointed out and Rooster blushed, "Is he even back from leave? Or is he still in Texas?"

"He's back. He invited us all to the Hard Deck tonight. I think you should do it now. Rip the band-aid off."

"Rip the- are you insane?"

"No," Rooster said, and stood up from your bed, and walked over to your desk. He picked up the picture of the ultrasound and looked at it. Rooster had gone with you this morning to verify what you already knew. You were six weeks along with a little Seresin child.

"You tell him, tonight," Rooster said, "Now get dressed, brush your teeth, maybe put on some deodorant."

"Oh, go suck a dick," You groaned and stood up from the ground, snatching the ultrasound from his hands.

"Maybe I will," Rooster smirked and walked out of your room.

--- --- ---

The Hard Deck parking lot was full as you and Rooster arrived. You noticed Hangman's truck in the parking lot, and felt a wave of nausea roll over you.

"I can't do this," You said, "I'm gonna be sick."

"Puke and rally," Rooster said, killing the engine to the bronco.

"This isn't some tailgate before a U.V.A game, Bradley," You snapped, and Bradley held his hands up in surrender, "This is life altering news. I'm not sure if I can just. . . drop a bomb on him like this." You felt tears starting to run down your cheeks, and Bradley's face softened. He reached over and wiped a tear away from your face.

"I know it's scary, but you have to do it. He at least deserves this. I can't tell you what he's gonna do, but at least you can say you tried. And if he is a major ass about it, Bob, Fanboy, Payback and I will beat his ass."

You chuckled and reached across the bench seat to hug him. Bradley kissed the top of your head, and you pulled back with a sigh. You checked your face in the mirror, wiping away the remnants of tears, before getting out of the car.

Bradley placed a gentle hand on your back as you walked up the steps of the Hard Deck. You two greeted Penny and ordered drinks, a water with lemon for you and a jack and coke for Bradley. You heard your names being called across the bar. You both ordered drinks, a water with lemon for you and a jack and coke for Bradley. You and Bradley shared a look as you braced yourselves for what was to come.

"Bradshaw, L/N, have you guys met my girl before?" Hangman said, as the two of you got over there.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna throw up," You spluttered out quickly, making a beeline right for the bathrooms.

"Y/N, wait!" Bradley called out to you, but you had already disappeared.

"What's her deal?" Hangman said.

"Uh. . . Allergies." Hangman gave Bradley a look, and he just shrugged.

"Whatever," Hangman said, "This is my girl, Lizzie. Lizzie, this is Bradley Bradshaw."

"Nice to meet you," Lizzie said, and Bradley couldn't help but notice the diamond ring on her finger. Bradley gave her a small nod and took a sip of his drink.

--- --- ---

You had emerged from the bathroom at some point in the night, but opted to stay outside. You couldn't stand the smell of stale alcohol or the heat of the bar. It felt cooler outside, as you watched the dark sea crash against the white sand.

"Hey," You turned around to see Jake's smiling face. You turned back quickly to the view of the ocean as he walked up to you, "Thought you disappeared. Bradshaw said you're sick or something."

"Or something," You said, and grabbed your ginger ale the Bradley had gotten you.

"Wait. . . " Jake said, looking between you and the can on the table, "Oh my god. I didn't know you had a boyfriend?"

"What?" You said confused.

"The ginger ale, the taking off the go throw up earlier, your hair is super shiny, and your boobs look like they've grown. . . you're pregnant!"

"How the hell do you know?" You said, your jaw dropping.

"I have two older sisters, who both have kids. And I witness my mom pregnant twice with my younger sisters. I know a pregnant woman when I see one. You and your boyfriend must be-"

"I'm not with someone," You said, and looked down at your hands, "Actually Jake, I-"

"There you are, Jakey!" A female voice sounded out, as she walked out into the dark California night. Her hair was bleach blonde and curled. You could tell the tan she had was fake, making her almost look orange. And her boobs were too perfect to be real. She sat down right on Jake's lap, and you felt like throwing up all over again, "Who's this?"

"Y/N this is Lizzie, my fiancé," You felt like a ton of bricks had hit you all over again. You had to force yourself to put a smile on your face as you gave her a nod, "Lizzie, this is Y/N, my wingman," Jake said, smiling at you.

"I thought that other guy was," The girl said.

"He is, but Y/N is my number one. We grew up together and went to flight school together. Although, still trying to figure out why you decided to go to UVA and not the academy or UT."

"I'd rather starve than be in burnt orange," You laughed.

"Uh. . . longhorns forever," The blonde said, and you had to fight back the urge to roll your eyes.

"Y/N was just telling me some good news. She expecting," Jake said.

"Oh congrats!" Lizzie said, and you gave her a tight lipped smile, "I'm gonna go back inside, I'll get you another drink."

"Thanks babe," Hangman said and kissed her overly plumped lips. Jake watched as she walked inside before turning his eyes back to you, "So what were you saying?"

"Oh just I don't have a boyfriend, it's uh. . . kinda complicated right now," You said.

"Does the father know?" Jake asked, "Wait, I'm sorry, that's super fucked to ask. Forget I said anything."

"Uh yeah, he, uh knows," You said and then looked through the window at Rooster awkwardly dancing in the middle of the Hard Deck. Jake followed your gaze over to Rooster, and was shocked.

He knew that you and Rooster had gotten close during your four years at U.V.A. The two of you bonded over the shared trauma of losing both your parents at a young age. Jake never thought that there was more than just a friendship between the two of you.

"Oh," Jake said, trying not to sound hurt by the revelation. He shook his head, he had no right to get mad at her when he had a fiancé inside the bar waiting for him, "Well congrats to the both of you." Jake said and raised his glass to connect with yours. You gave him a smile as you clinked glasses then took a sip of your ginger ale.

"I'm gonna go back in," You said, and pushed yourself up from the chair. As you walked by Jake, he grabbed your hand, and you two shared a moment.

"You wouldn't lie, right?" Jake asked, and you felt like he could see right through you.

"No. Not to you," You said, and Jake nodded, letting your hand go. As you walked back into the Hard Deck, Jake was overcome with the memories of the night the two of you shared. You tried to shake off your own memories as you walked up to Rooster. He smiled and threw his arm around you.

"It went good? I didn't hear screaming or see broken chairs?" Rooster smiled at you.

"It went bad, so horribly bad," You rushed out, "We need to go. I'm gonna-"

"Okay, let's get you out of here," Rooster could sense in your eyes the beginning of a panic attack, and quickly guided you out of the Hard Deck. He yelled over his shoulder that he would be back to pay the tab tomorrow. You were already at the bronco when Rooster made it outside, pacing back and forth, "What happened? Did you tell him?"

"Yeah," You stated.

"And?"

"And I fucked up!" You exclaimed, "I told him. . . but I also told him that it's yours."

[aerodaltonimperial]

Location prompt Tattoo parlour

Yeah, it stings, but honestly, Hook's had worse; he gets knocked around by people enough in the ring that the feel of a metal jabbing through his skin really fails to register much on his pain threshold any longer. At least that's what he keeps telling himself as he stares up at the ceiling, the neutral location that keeps him from hyperfixating on what feels like a freaking elephant needle going into the top of his foot.

Okay. So all those posts on the internet were right. The top of his foot is so much fucking worse. Hook balls his hands into fists against the reclining chair and closes his eyes.

"Hurts like shit, huh," Jack says.

"I'm going to murder you," Hook replies.

"Dude, this was your thing. Also, can I point out? Again, I might add. That it's weird to get a tattoo for someone and then...not bring that person with you?"

"It's supposed to be a surprise," Hook bites out through clenched teeth. Holy fuck, the artist is just gouging pieces of his flesh off at this point, isn't he.

"Uh, okay, yeah, it will be, since you haven't talked to him since September. Y'know. Just puttin' that out there."

Hook might die. This might be what kills him. He opens his eyes and glares at the ceiling tiles. "I'mma punch your teeth in."

"You gonna do it while crying, cause your eyes are sort of ...getting glassy there."

"Are not."

Jack makes a little noise, a hum, and leans forward. "You gonna cry? Hold on, let me get my phone out, this calls for a photo."

"Do not," Hook seethes, but his eyes really are starting to prick at the corners. Shit.

"I'll put it on Insta and tag you," Jack says. There's a little click from his phone. "It'll be perfect. Drive him nuts."

"Jack, I swear to god—"

"Oh my god, I'm joking. Jesus. Calm down. Dude's gonna jerk the needle and end up having to fix the whole thing if you get all jumpy, and that'll really hurt." A pause, and then Jack adds: "Hope this pain is worth it."

It will be. It will be. Hook closes his eyes again, and focuses on the memory here, the date being inked beneath his skin, the night that will remain etched in his ribs for eternity.

[babyharleezy]

Stink Ima need a fic based of this with jack and reader please do what else u want with it cause I know You’ve got them creative ideas and shit 😉 love ya stink hope u like my prompt /idea let me know if ya like it

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Paparazzi

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: okay im writing a lot of stuff and scheduling lots of fics but i wanted to get this one out tonight. enjoy babes!!

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you and jack were in LA for an important party that was being held by lil nas. of course you were excited to go, it was an excuse to get all dolled up and you loved it. you wore your best outfit and jack wore an amazing suit. "hey babes, how do i look?" you asked your lover as you walked out of the bathroom of your hotel. his eyes trailed up to you, "wow baby you look stunning, i'm sure nas won't mind if we're a few hours late" jack said as he snaked his arms around you. "yeah nas for sure wouldn't mind but i would. let's go handsome" you told jack and he groaned.

thankfully you, jack and urban had made it to the party on time and you mingled with jack and his friends in the industry. you loved seeing him in his element. you were lucky that urban was there because it made you feel a lot more at ease. at least you knew someone other than jack at the party. urban definitely felt the same way about having you around. (bloo's notes: yes i had to write my bby urb in. bite me)

after a few hours of being at this party for a few hours and mingling with many people jack had decided he was tired. at some point you had separated from the boys and found yourself in a conversation with saweetie and megan thee stallion. jack and urban wandered around a bit and tried to find you. they both knew that you were in good hands with saweetie and meg that they didn't worry too much about you. as you were listening to what the beautiful women in front of you had to say, you were interrupted by a familiar voice. "sorry to interrupt you ladies but i was just here to see if y/n was ready to go, we do have a flight back home tomorrow" jack said politely. "oh yeah we should head to the hotel. it was nice getting to catch up with you two" you told the ladies and you all had said your goodbyes.

making your way outside the venue, hand and hand. the paparazzi was insane tonight. jack made sure that both you and urban were close behind him. you three always had a system when going out. jack in front, you in the middle, and urban behind you both. somehow the paparazzi had became too much and got in between you and jack, pushing you away which made you stumble back. you let out a little shriek, getting caught off guard. thankfully urban was behind and didn't let you fall to the ground. he made sure you were all right.

"hey! y'all need to calm down. y'all can't be pushin my girl around like that. i understand y'all are doing your job but i need y'all to calm the fuck down" jack yelled at the paparazzi. you finally made your way to jack and your hands made its way into his once again. as you got into the car you heard many people say "sorry y/n, sorry jack, sorry urban".

"you okay babe" jack asked the minute the three of you stepped into the black SUV. "yeah baby im good. urb made sure i didn't bust my ass" you laughed. "thank you urb for having her back, i fucking hate when they get all up in our personal bubble" jack sighed. the rest of the night the three of you decided to get ready for the flight back to Louisville. the night had already been crazy enough and the only thing on your mind was sleeping in bed, cuddling up next to your lover. you were grateful for urban for breaking your fall and you were grateful that jack was there to defend you and put the invasive paps in their place.

as you got into bed, jack was already lightly snorning, before you turned the light off you placed a light kiss to his temple and admired his sleeping figure. 'god he is gonna be the end of me' you thought to yourself.