#Fuck Off Get Free We Pour Light On Everything

[rastronomicals]

6:10 PM EST December 23, 2024:

Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-la-la Band -   "Take Away These Early Grave Blues" From the album   Fuck Off Get Free We Pour Light On Everything (January 20, 2014)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under:    More of that Down-home Montreal post-rock

[saeun]

the aftermath of being turned into an ex jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru.

gojo's a man of commitment. if rounding up a ‘band’ to serenade you into taking him back is what'll do the trick, then he'll organize it.

+ extra. this is meant to be unserious dont attack me for mischaracterization n shi 😞

“we're done.”

“we are not!”

in the end, he got kicked out. due to the shame he felt by being kicked out of a house he once lived in, satoru actually leaves. don't party too soon though, he's going to come back within five hours.

the plan he had in mind was simple: go to the department store, buy some roses, a poster, led lights, a table, some chocolates, and hire a band. for this the budget will be endless.

you thought you got rid of satoru but little did you know that he still has his share of keys. with that trick up his sleeve, he unlocks the gate, sneaking in everyone and the props.

satoru wasn't able to hire a band, but he was able to get a substitute. you see, todo, inumaki, and yuuji have hidden talents. they can all play instruments and one can sing! he always knew there was a reason why he's proud of his students.

quietly, the four men set the stage that's actually your front yard. in the center holds the white table with a black satin cloth delicately placed on it. the three bouquets of roses sit beautifully on the table. some petals were picked out and carefully spotted as well. on the table's center held the chocolate and wine — your favourite wine, to be exact. the finishing touch is the led lights. they're circling the ground, illuminating it with a soft yellow glow.

at the right and left sides of the table are inumaki and yuuji. inumaki's holding a wooden guitar while yuuji holds the hand drum. todo's position is in front of the table but a little off-center. he's holding the microphone, ready to pour his heart out on the song.

the star, satoru, is the one in the center. one hand hides behind his back. it's holding another rose bouquet with hundred-dollar bills wrapped with the roses. his free hand holds his phone. as soon as the clock strikes 7:00PM, he's going to call you. everything should play out perfectly.

anxiously watching his wristwatch switch from 6:59 to 7:00, he immediately calls you. one, two, three, six rings later you answered.

“you. i forgot to block you.”

“excuse me?” satoru scoffs, “whatever, i'm not calling for that.”

“chop chop then. i don't have all night.”

“can you come outside?”

“no. i will be calling the police.”

“OH C'MON,” he whines, getting desperate. “please? after this i'll leave you alone. promise.”

“...”

yuuji painfully watches. he feels incredibly sorry for his teacher. he doesn't deserve this!

“i don't think this is going good,” yuuji whispers to the boys, moving his head side-to-side.

todo raises his fist, gesturing to the boys to have some faith. “let's put our hopes high.”

they watch satoru closely. his hand that held the phone dramatically dropped to his side. slowly, he turns his head to face the boys behind him. his face breaks their hearts. he's pouting with eyes nearing tears — a pain only males like them can understand!

before satoru can say something, the front door clicks open. as it swings open aggressively, you made yourself tonight's main star unwillingly. you were not dressed for whatever this occasion is. your front yard has been ruined, your ex is there, three of his students you've met a few times, and while they're in suits, you're in a fancy robe with fluffy indoor slippers.

your eyebrows crease together, just when did they do all of this?! maybe it's time to install cameras.

“satoru, what the fuck did you do to my—”

“shh, tonight it's just you and him,” todo cuts you off, switching the mic on and beginning his performance. inumaki tunes the guitar and starts stringing random strings in hopes that they sound good. yuuji follows by tapping a simple “dun-da-da-dun-dun” beat on the drums.

your mouth's now opened. baffled by the sight, you stood there motionless.

“i have died every day waiting for you~”

as todo sings, satoru walks up to you, cheekily smiling at your shocked expression.

you back away from him, eyebrows still furrowed at whatever's going on.

“darling, don't be afraid~”

at this lyric, satoru takes the opportunity to shove his phone back into his pocket and grab your wrist. although you attempted to wriggle free, you are no match for his strength. gently, he pulls you into the yard.

both your eyes lock on each other. you search his eyes for emotions, he searches yours for any signs of longing. it's not there, he thinks. he feels a pinch in his heart, but it won't stop him. sending you a wink, he pulls you closer to the table.

“i have loved you for a thousand years (ooh)~”

“seriously, what's all this bullshit?!” you whisper-yelled at him, using your other hand to point at the table.

satoru simply shrugs.

“i'll love you for a thou-sand more (ooh, yeah)~”

todo ends his singing, clapping along with the other two to end the performance. it was the most touching thing he's ever done besides gifting yuuji and his idol a trio matching keychains set.

satoru coughs three times in attempts to hide his laugh. this has probably been the most unserious yet serious he's ever been, but his perfomance doesn't end there. he still has something else to whip out.

“baby—”

“that's not my name,” you cut him off.

“anyway. as i was saying,” he stops, revealing the rose bouquet with multiple hundred-dollar bills. “all of these are yours.”

your eyes bulge, but you quickly regain yourself.

“i'm not going to be won over with some roses and money.”

“there's wine and chocolates too,” yuuji says, immediately shutting up after you shot him a look.

inumaki stands awkwardly. he feels immense second-hand embarrassment. to counter such feelings, he starts playing the guitar again.

satoru cups the side of your face with his hand. his thumb caresses your cheek as he locks his eyes on yours again.

“i was serious about not breaking up, y'know,” he softly speaks, “i know i'm pushing it and all that stuff but i don't think i can leave you.”

it's once again your turn to be speechless. at this point, you're sure that there's no way all of this is happening in one night.

since you won't take hold of the bouquet, satoru places it in your hand. to solidify it even more, he lifts your other hand to place a kiss on it.

“what level of romance is this?” again, yuuji speaks. this time, it's satoru who gestures him to quiet down.

inumaki's still playing the out-of-tune guitar, enjoying the way the wind gently blows. it's truly a beautiful night. under the full moon's light, you and satoru glow together.

todo gears up for another round of singing. he immediately does a dragged-out “ooh~” adlib. this, however, wasn't going to last as long as his previous one did.

“NO — no more, please. you have a wonderful voice but i've heard enough. please.” you turned around to todo, begging him to mute the mic and possibly himself.

“and you,” you turn back to face satoru, “clean this up, get the boys home safely, and then come back.”

after that, you walked back to inside your house with the bouquet, making it satoru's turn to be left speechless. he still didn't win you over with some roses and money (wine and chocolates too) but his stupid commitment to keeping the relationship is what did.

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Unspoken Attraction CL16

Well... finaly the smut part, I'm not used to write about it so feel free to give me feed back !

Let me know if you want to be add in the taglist :)

Warning : smut

Chapter 20: Morning of Desire

The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains as Y/N stirred awake, her body wrapped in the warmth of Charles’s embrace. For a moment, she was disoriented, the events of the previous night a hazy memory. But the steady rhythm of his breathing against her and the protective arm draped over her waist brought everything rushing back.

Her cheeks flushed as she realized how close they were. She shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, but Charles stirred, his grip tightening instinctively.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep. His eyes blinked open, meeting hers.

“Good morning,” she whispered, her voice soft and shy.

Neither of them moved, the closeness between them both thrilling and overwhelming. Charles studied her face, his fingers lightly brushing her waist as if confirming she was really there.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, his tone unusually tender.

“I did,” she replied, her lips curving into a small smile. “You?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” he admitted, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips before meeting her eyes again.

The charged silence stretched between them until she finally broke it with a nervous laugh. “We’re really close right now.”

“Too close?” Charles teased, though his voice held a note of hesitation.

“No,” she said, shaking her head slightly. “Not too close.”

Charles’s hand moved, his fingers brushing her cheek gently. “Y/N” he murmured, his voice low and filled with unspoken desire.

Her breath hitched as she looked up at him, their faces inches apart. “Yes?”

“I need to tell you something,” he said, his gaze searching hers. “You driving me crazy and I don't know how long I can't hold myself from going even further with you anymore. Do you feel the same way I do? Because I can’t keep pretending, I really want this—you—right now.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. “I do, Charles,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I’ve also wanted this for a long time, I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear. His lips met hers in a kiss that was both bold and passionate, months of longing pouring into that single moment. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, their bodies pressing closer together.

Charles shifted, gently rolling her onto her back as he hovered over her, his lips trailing from her mouth to her jawline and down to her neck. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with emotion.

Her fingers traced the lines of his back, her touch igniting sparks wherever it landed. “Charles,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers as he caught his breath. “Are you still sure?” he asked, his eyes filled with both desire and restraint.

She nodded, her eyes locked with his. “Yes. I’ve never been more sure. Je te veux Charles.” (I want you Charles)

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Oh, so you are the type to speak French when you get turn on, good to know.” he jokes, tough his gaze betrayed just how much he liked it.

“It’s my native language, what do you want me to do, it comes more easily.” She responds back, a smile on her face.

“Oh, I know someone we will also come very easily if a do, that” To make a point, he slid his head under her (his) shirt and start kissing every single part of her body.

“Charles, putain...” (fuck)

“Can I take it off?” He asks about the shirt

“Only if you take it too”

In a sudden rush they both start to undress each other, sliding their hands in the others body, discovering new places and new parts to kiss and to grab. He notices this particular place in the crack of her neck that make her start moaning and humping so he continues his action, smiling to himself. They were only on their underwear now and both of their lower parts where heating from the tension and excitement. He slowly started to grump against her and she respond happily. They just look into each other eyes and get consumes by their desire.

“Charles, I can’t take it anymore, please, touch me do something but please I want you” She pleads.

And that sight only could make him cum: her under him, her upper body completely naked, her hair dishevels, her mouth slightly apart and her eyes full of wants.

So, he obliged to her needs and take off her panties. He start kissing her thigh then even higher until he is in front of her beautiful pussy “Putain” he can’t say any other things

“Tu es magnifique, ma chérie” (You're beautifull darling)With these words he starts kissiing her clit, slowly but intimately and she arches her back in response, saying his name even more loudly.

He then starts to had a finger, touching her slowly, making sure it felt alright for her, she nods and he start pushing his finger inside of her, then adding an other one speeding his action. Nothing could've made him prepared for her reaction: the way she looked, the way she sounds and felt, it’s was almost too much.

“Charles, so good, please more I'm going...” She doesn't have the time to finish her sentence he start diving even more deeper between her legs, his finger drenched in her juiced and his movement even more fast and eager to bring her to her orgasm. She is totally falling apart beneath him, her moans getting higher and her hand gripping his hair roughly. Quickly she reached her high, shaking and moaning under him and Charles couldn't take it anymore, he kissed her roughly while still fingering her slowler now, all the love and desire he have for her speaking in the kiss.

“Tu es incroyable mon amour” (You're increadible my love)

She starts to get over her orgasm when she notices the huge bulge in Charles pants, even a little stain in his underwear, so she holds her hand to grab him but he stops her kissing her on the cheek.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want, I’m satisfied with pleasuring you, mon amour”

“No Charles, please I want to make you feel good to” she responds “Get on your back”

Charles is slightly taken apart by her sudden confidence but he does what she says nevertheless.

“I have to tell you I don’t have condoms with me, love, didn't think we will...” He stops in his sentence becoming a little shy all of sudden

“I wasn’t thinking about that, love” she responds smirking

And when Charles was thinking that seeing her cum under him was the most beautiful thing in the word, nothing could have made him prepare for she did next: her slowly kissing his neck, his torso, his stomach and lower, bringing his boxer of him and letting his dick fall free in his stomack, already hard and leaking from pleasuring her.

“Putain, Y/N..” (Fuck Y/N)

When she takes him in her mouth, he feels like it was heaven, like he finally finds his place, it was the most exquisite things ever. She starts slow and then take him all in her mouth, slowly moving up and down. He couldn't resist the urge to grab her hair, like if he needs something to anchor himself into. He let out some small moans and groans then and there and that only encourage her to continue her actions on him, glad to make him feel this good with just her mouth. He was already turn on from seeing her coming around his fingers so she didn't have to do much to bring him close to his release.

“I’m close, love, I’m very close”

She looked at him, speeding her action, her beautiful eyes full of desire and that all what il takes for him to let go and finish inside her mouth with a loud groan.

She was perfect and he couldn't be happier, after that he start to holds her even closer and maybe pay her back once or twice for this incredible moment.

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The morning sunlight was brighter now, streaming into the room as the couple lay tangled together in the sheets. Charles propped himself up on one elbow, watching her as she dozed peacefully beside him, completly naked against him. He reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, marveling at how beautiful she looked in the light.

Not wanting to wake her just yet, he slipped out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He left the room briefly, returning a short while later with a tray of breakfast. Fresh croissants, fruit, and coffee filled the tray.

“Y/N,” he said softly, setting the tray down on the bedside table.

She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “Good morning again” she mumbled, a sleepy smile spreading across her face.

“Good morning,” he replied, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I brought you breakfast.”

Her eyes lit up as she sat up, the sheets over her slipping slightly off her shoulder. Charles tried not to stare, but his heart raced at how effortlessly beautiful she looked.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said, though her smile betrayed how much she appreciated the gesture.

“I wanted to,” he replied simply, handing her a cup of coffee.

They ate together in bed, sharing bites of fruit and stealing kisses between sips of coffee. The earlier tension had given way to a sense of ease, the knowledge that they were finally on the same page bringing a sense of peace to both of them.

“I could get used to this,” she admitted, leaning her head on Charles’s shoulder as she nibbled on a piece of croissant.

Charles smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Me too, me too...” he said, his voice filled with conviction.

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[dsybouquet]

ceo! ellie - 4

“see the stars, they’re shining bright. everything is alright tonight”

read part 3 here !

ellie woke up by the sound of glasses moving. tiredly, she rolled around, noticing your absence. the light was already beaming in from your bedroom window. how late was it? regardless, ellie got up and made her way down the hallway to meet you in the kitchen.

„morning!“

you smiled, noticeably already running on a cup of coffee. ellie rubber her eyes, groaning a small ‚morning‘ back with her raspy morning voice.

perhaps you had a little heartattack because of how how she manages to sound and look that good while you‘re fumbling around with cups and plates.

„want a coffee?“ you ask while already pouring some in a cup and handing it to her.

ellie, in the meantime, sat down at your kitchen table, watching you clean up your kitchen. she had to admit, you looked adorable while doing so. still in pyjamas, no make up, hair a little messy.. she could get used to that view.

“what time is it?“ she asked after the first few sips of coffee.

you looked at the time on your microwave. „9.45 am“

quickly, ellie pulled out her phone to see if there was anything to be missed. in fact, she had 4 missed calls from dina, 5 from jesse and 1 from an unknown number. she didn’t dare to take a look into her messages app.

„fuck.“, she groaned, letting her head fall into her hands.

“what‘s wrong?“ you asked her, sitting down on the other side of the table.

„work. still have to plan an event.“ her hands still supported her head. truth is, ellie didn’t want to. she hated planing and holding speeches on events. she hated the people acting all nice around her when truth was they despised her for taking over joels work.

you nodded, almost forgetting that ellie wasn’t just a girl, she was a business woman.

“i suppose you need to go soon then?”

“yeah.”

ellie looked up to you, her eyes covered in almost a sad glace. the time she spends with you makes her feel so free, like there isn’t a company to run or an event to plan or an problem to solve. its pure sweet freedom, the one she has been seeking for ages.

“if you need fresh clothes, check my closet. this way you don’t need to drive home first.” you said with the softest smile on your lips. maybe you also just liked the thought of her wearing your stuff although it may not fit her perfectly.

“i would just keep that hoodie on, if you don’t mind, dear?”

“of course not!”

the way the petnames rolled off her lips made you weak in the knees.

no matter how stressed ellie felt, she took her time drinking her coffee, keeping up a conversation with you while doing so. she kindly declined breakfast as she wasn’t the person to eat right after getting up.

slowly, you two got ready for the day. brushing teeth and hair, getting changed. ellie enjoyed the slow morning with you - although she knew dina and jesse would fuck her up for this.

together you walked to the beautiful white bentley outside. in your eyes, ellie looked so adorable. the tailored suit pants paired with your oversized university hoodie. she looked so casual, so suit, no black turtleneck - just a pretty girl that spend the night at someone’s place.

“i’ll text you later, okay? maybe we can grab some food?” she asked as gentle as always, smirking slightly.

“i’d love that.”

ellie knew you’d spend your day with your laptop and books, studying for the upcoming exams. maybe a little dinner date would make you feel better after.

she pulled you in a tight hug, stroking your hair lightly.

“see you later, pretty girl.”

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“what the fuck took you so long?”

dina was pissed, and maybe she was right about it. after all, miller enterprises almost got sued over some stupid agent.

“sorry.” ellie groaned in return, letting herself drop onto her leather office chair.

rolling her eyes to the back of her head dina called jesse and a few more members of the team to meet in ellies office.

“everything is set. while you were gone enjoying youself, we organised an event hall and a catering service.” jesse explained, putting some contacts and sheets of paper on ellies desk.

“invitations have been sent, celebrities and influencers as well as important business people have been invited. the charity event, as per wish of the andersons, will be dedicated to the saint mary hospital. helping finding a cure for terminal child illnesses.” dina continued, catching ellies attention.

“this is a lovely topic. helping research for kids that need it.. very well done, team.” she admitted, signing the checks that were in between the paper stack jesse put infront of her.

everybody stood around her desk, watching her silently, waiting for an objection or something to change. to their surprise, ellie was calm. soft tempered, reading through every detail.

“next friday?” she then asked, looking up at everybody.

“yessir.”

“fine. we can get everything done by then.”

they kept on discussing business manner some of the lower tier agents for organisations didn’t understand. after all some were too stunned by the fact that they were standing in their ceos office.

“everyone aware of what to do? are we all aligned?”

everybody nooded. some ‘aye sir’ and ‘yes ma’am’ coming from different corners. ellie took that as a clear yes.

“i expect a perfect event. i shall keep my eyes on your hands while doing so. if you need anything, be it budget or approval, send it to your team leader or to jesse to let me sign it, all clear?”

again, nodding and silent approvals.

ellie grinned, sometimes she loved the power.

“you’re all dismissed then.”

everybody, except for dina and jesse, left her office. ellie wished her friends left too. she wasn’t ready for tales about how she was irresponsible by being inactive and not checking her phone.

“didn’t know you went to university?” dina joked, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed. “another girl to play and show off with? is it that bartender girl?”

this woman knew how to piss ellie off. she rolled her eyes and got out of her comfortable leather seat.

“first of all, thats none of your business, dina. i didn’t say a word about you and jesse as well.”

“well you just di-“

“jesse, not know!”

jesse laughed demonically, knowing his jokes can be quite a bit.

“and second of all, i am always on top of everything. once i sleep in you act like my fucking mother!”

“didn’t you wish for one?”

if dina wasn’t her best friend, ellie would’ve grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the wall. it was a button you shouldn’t be pushing when talking to ellie. she was quite reserved about her past, about everything before joel.

„dina that’s enough!“ jesse threw in, getting in between the women.

„i‘ll send you approved contracts to sign.“ dina added before leaving the office.

ellie felt defeated and just looked at jesse.

„can you like leave too? i got work to do.“

„if you need anything let me know.“

„i won‘t but thanks, jesse.“

and so he left her in her huge office by herself. a huge groan left her throat before she activated her coffee machine for another cup. ellie light a cigarette and sat down at her desk. dina always had to pull the family card, opening old wounds that haven’t properly healed inside of ellie yet. there was no time to heal when you had a company to run.

she did her paperwork, read the contacts dina mailed her and approved or declined them. she took boring business calls and attended meetings with the top tier managers.

finally she called it a day and called you on her way to her car.

„hey ellie!“ you sweet voice light up her moof immediately.

“hey dear, can i come pick you up?”

oh, how you hoped she wouldn’t hear your smile in your voice.

“of course ! didnt finish studying yet but it can wait.”

ellie made her way to the garage of the office building, still having you on the phone.

“alright, i will be there in 20!”

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and she was. perhaps your were already waiting outside, wearing your favourite skirt paired with a hoodie and leather jacket, heeled boots underneath.

“hey.” again, she pulled you in a soft hug after getting out of her bentley before opening the door for you to get in.

“so, where are we going?”

“my apartment. im not feeling many people in a restaurant right now.”

you nodded, understanding the burden of work and after studying for what felt like ages, you were happy to not have dinner in a restaurant.

ellie drove off your street, 80s rock playing again. the sun was already down due to the winter nights. still, her car and her aura was so warm.

she stopped in front of an huge building that looked way to expensive to be an apartment building. pressing a little button on a remote control in her car, the doors to an underground garage opened. being an student that’s hardly living on budget, you were stunned.

and before you could notice, you stood in an elevator driving to the top floor of the apartment. the doors opened, and in front of you was probably the most gorgeous apartment you’ve ever seen. plants, led lights and lamp, nerdy posters and figures.

“welcome to my place.”

you were a hooked by the view from the enormous windows all around you. the skyline of the town was beautiful.

she helped you take off your jacket and put it on the hanger - as gentle as always. “thank you.” you smiled.

she showed you around. showing you her kitchen which was an dream, her two bathrooms that were so huge and beautiful, her living room, her bedroom and office. this apartment was an absolute dream. all black and white furniture, color coming from plants and posters.

“ellie this is an insane place.”

“took me a good while to get it like this, thank you.”

she smiled before getting wine glasses and a bottle of way too expensive looking wine.

“i was thinking about ordering pizza, im not a good cook unfortunately.”

“i would love that.”

and so you ordered pizza and drank way too expensive wine, talking, smoking cigarettes and maybe a little bit of weed too. you never felt so full filed in your life - neither did ellie.

“______?”

“hm?” you replied, looking up and taking a sip of the wine. ellie adored the way you look, slightly drunk, eyes full of life. how she wanted to have you for herself, but you hardly have entered the talking stage, did you?

by staring at your pretty eyes, she forgot what to say.

“ellie?” you laughed, putting her back to reality.

“uh yeah ! i wanted to ask uhm.. my company is having a charity event next friday and aah if you’re free, i’d love to have you coming alongsides me.”

you smiled, moving slightly closer to her.

“so like your date?”

ellie started blushing, but hid it well.

“if you wanna call it that.” she smiled in return, ignoring the fact that she was starting to get shy by your energy. the tension was think enough to be cut with a knife. god, you wanted to kiss her right in that spot.

“i’d love to.” you said, close enough for her to grab your face and kiss you. but she didn’t, not yet.

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and with that, merry christmas my loves ! sorry for taking ages. this is not proof read so if anything doesnt make sense, mind i wrote this in the middle of my christmas stress and cooking etc. anyways, one more part is yet to come. <3

love, daisy xx

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[jakescaravel]

Lover

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: 2,935

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI!!) Smut: choking, gagging, touching, domination, spit (I think that's mostly it, just don't read this if you don't want to read straight up smut 👍)

Summary: You'll do anything for Jake, anything he wants.

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You had had nothing to do for 3 days. Months of touring on-end with your boyfriend over in an instant. You were sure the boredom would kill you and today was the worst day so far. All the shopping was done, there were no more household chores to do, and everything was boring. You craved life on the road. The spontaneity. And Jake felt the exact same way.

With the tiredness from the trip finally catching up, you and Jake hadn't even done it since getting back, so the tension was powerful and you were starving for each other.

Most of the day had already been wasted with Jake lazily strumming away at his guitar and you sleeping in until 4pm. You had awoken to an empty bed and the wanting of having him so badly that you threw on your sluttiest pair of panties and just a thin tank top, ready to play your favorite game.

You had sauntered down the stairs and into the kitchen to pour yourself some coffee but with more sinister intentions in mind.

“Oh shit good morning to you baby.” He called from across the room putting down his guitar to walk closer.

You barely look in his direction as you continue to fill up your cup. He scoffs wearing a ‘what the fuck’ kind of face, but still, you ignore him and continue up the stairs.

He could have followed you, pinned you down and taken you right there but he knew what game you were trying to play and he was ready to play it right back.

The day continued like this, you walking around showing off what you weren’t giving him, and his annoyance growing by the minute. At one point you laid next to him on the couch with your ass up and fully exposed pretending to read a book. He knew you were faking, it was soo obvious.

A few hours later you hear Jake getting up from the couch downstairs. You know he can hear you whining and moaning with your hand between your thighs. You even left the door unlocked and wide open so when he slips up the stairs he sees you right away. You make eye contact with him, showing him your best innocent face as you continue to push your fingers deep inside you. He raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms. He looks mad. Its sexy as fuck.

“Okay I see what's going on.” He takes a step closer moving like a predator stalking its prey. “I bet you think your whole game is real fucking funny right? I could hear your pathetic moans from all the way downstairs. You know I was working. I couldn’t concentrate at all. I have deadlines, assignments, things I have to do, I have a real job.” Jake stares for a moment, his gaze lingering on where your hand meets your cunt. “That looks like it feels good baby, but we both know what you really want, what would feel even better.”

He takes a careful step closer placing his hands on the mattress. You never break eye contact staring up at him with your best doe eyes. 

“Those aren’t gonna work on me princess.” He spits out the name like an insult and leans forward on the bed. “Tell me why I shouldn’t go over there right now and slip my cock down your throat, shut you up and get some work done, maybe even teach you a lesson.”

He sees the way your eyes light up at the idea. You’ve been waiting for this. 

“Yeah, I know that's what you want, baby. Want me to shove my cock that’s been throbbing all day because of you in that pretty little mouth huh? You wanna taste me?” He smirks.

Before you can answer Jake lunges forward and grabs you by the legs pulling you and spinning you so that your head hangs off the end of the bed facing the ceiling. He forcefully undoes his belt buckle and slides his jeans all the way down exposing his already hard cock throbbing in his boxers. He quickly rids himself of those and his cock springs free, perfectly at your eye level. He brings himself closer and taps the head on your face. You can feel its weight and warmth, pulsing on your skin.

You’re giddy with excitement ready to be completely at Jake’s mercy allowing him to do whatever he pleases, allowing him to use you. You reach out your tongue searching for him and he lines himself up.

“Alright pretty girl, you think you can take me?” You nod impatiently. 

Jake slowly inches his cock in, hitting the back of your throat testing your gag reflex. “Relax your throat for me love… yeah that’s it… fuckkk, you feel fucking fantastic.” His voice moves slowly as he presses the base flush against your face. You gag around him but he stays completely still and presses himself in even harder. The shaky breath he lets out fills up the whole room going straight to your core.

You wish you could see his face, see his eyes shut in concentration, his furrowed brow and his parted lips and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. At least you could hear him, no matter how quiet he tried to be.

Jake uses his hands to secure your head and hold you there as he begins to slowly pump his cock in and out of your soft mouth. “Fuckk you feel so good baby.” His words laced with need have you clenching around nothing, aching for his touch, the denial of that possibly being the real punishment.

Every sliding movement against your tongue earns a low rumbling groan from him. His delicate sounds are like music to your ears, even the softest whimpers he tries to hide, you can hear and by this point you are absolutely soaked.

“Fu…ckk.” His eyes roll to the back of his head. If it were up to him, he’d have you like this everyday, all laid out for him, eager to please.

You hum against his cock, addicted to his praise and hungry for more. The vibration from your mouth elicits a hiss from him. The sensation, the aching feeling between your thighs grows stronger and stronger and drips down your leg. He can see how wet you are, it turns him on even more, and you can feel his dick twitch down your throat.

Tears are starting to form and the uncomfort is detected but possibly irrelevant when you’re this desperate to make him feel good, to gain his approval. Plus you loved to play this game, teasing him even though it’s teasing that got you here in the first place, but you can’t help yourself. And you like to remind him that he doesn’t have as much control as he likes to think. 

You swallow around him and feel his whole body tremble. You gag a little as he begins to pick up the pace and the sounds coming from your wet mouth are impossibly dirty. The spit moving around dripping down the sides of your face spurs him on as he starts to fuck you rougher. 

“Fuck, fu… ckkk.” His voice sounds lost and far away. He's completely in his own world overcome by pleasure but he’s never too far gone to put your needs first when you tap his leg asking for a break. When he pulls out, you both watch the string of saliva connecting from your mouth to the tip. He grabs his cock running it along your bottom lip. You take the opportunity to lick a thin stripe from the base to the head, drawing small circles with your tongue.

“Look at you, so needy with your legs spread for me. You look so fucking sexy like this, just laid out more than happy to have my cock down your throat. In fact you’d do anything for it right? Beg for it?” You nod slowly looking into his perfect half lidded eyes. You practically whimper at the sight of his devilish smirk and lustful glare.

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He laughs to himself as he brings his hand to your mouth. You open up presenting your tongue to him and he slides his fingers to the back of your throat. You gag around them and watch his grin grow wider. He spreads his fingers along your tongue, opening your mouth for him. He replaces his fingers with his cock and pushes himself deeper than before letting out an airy moan. 

Finally, he snakes his hand down to touch you. When his calloused fingers pinch at your nipple, rolling the bud around, your entire body lifts off the bed. You let out a loud groan at the feeling, the vibration hitting him as he releases a moan of his own. He cups both of your tits in his hands squeezing slightly using them as leverage for an extra hard thrust.

Just the feeling of his skin touching yours sets your body on fire, and the anticipation for what's to come has you aching. 

Jake trails one of his hands down your stomach getting closer and closer to where you need him most but pulling away at the last second. You hear his laugh when he deprives you of what he knows you want. He brings his hand up to grab your neck instead. He squeezes around the outline of his dick in your throat and mutters something you can’t hear.

This visual is one you can only imagine in your wildest dreams. You laid out on the bed with Jake’s hand constricting the throat that's filled with him. Him fucking your face as you just lay there taking him, completely at his mercy. Fuck.

You find yourself somewhat jealous that Jake gets to see it and you make a mental note to let him film it next time. 

“Can you feel me here baby, way down your throat? Shit… you’re doing so good. Feels… fucking amazing. So deep... wet.”

His praise lights a fire in your belly and you hum again around him once more. You can feel the air leaving your lungs but the feeling is delicious. He applies the perfect amount of pressure with his hand and you can feel him filling you up from every angle. The discomfort is almost non existent when you get drunk on the need to please him like this, and his moans of approval have you already halfway there.

His other hand weaves through your hair holding it tight as he picks up the pace a little. You can tell he’s close by the way soft grunts flow out of him turning to breathy whimpers with every thrust. Suddenly the hunger to make him cum and to feel it shooting down your throat overtakes you and you moan around his length, swallowing and humming, just to get a reaction. He doesn’t disappoint when the most beautiful whimper falls from his lips. He sounds so needy and so far gone and fucked out.

You clench your thighs together desperate for any type of friction but he leans down and pulls them roughly apart. 

“No no no, you don’t get to do that. You get off when I. decide. you do.” He emphasizes each word with a thrust and the tears are starting to fall now. The wet sounds coming from you are ungodly and you spread your legs wider allowing him full view. You knew he was staring. Either at that or your exposed chest, but god you want so badly for him to touch you. Getting impatient, you move your legs around in protest.

“I know what you want, baby, you just gotta wait for it. It was your choice to walk around like a whore all day, you asked for it.”

You roll your eyes, thankful for a moment he can’t see them. You reach behind to touch him, any part of him. You drag your dull nails across his bare leg running them up and down.

“Stop that.'' He grabs hold of your arms, pinning them to your sides as he leans over you. He’s a mess of moans as he starts to fuck your face even harder. A breathy “fuck” falls from his lips. 

You swallow around him again. “You’re evil.” He laughs slightly, the laugh turning into a whine.

He pauses for a second and pulls out slightly. He takes his time in dragging the tip of his cock across your tongue. The bit of precum tastes salty just like the tears he wipes away before delivering a quick kiss to your lips.

“You’re so perfect. You look fucking beautiful.”

Funny how Jake could make your heart swell one moment after having his cock buried down your throat. 

What he does next surprises you. He holds his hand in a cup next to your face.

“Spit.”

The simple command sends a shiver down your spine and you would do anything he told you, so you lean over and allow the spit you’ve been holding in to trail down your lips into his hand. You should be embarrassed at the amount but you can’t be when he says in a raspy whisper, “Good girl.”

You wait in anticipation for his next move as he brings the spit covered hand to fist along the length of his cock, slowly pumping up and down. You wonder if this is what it looks like when he’s alone. Eyes closed, mouth parted and brows pinched together, probably thinking of you, thinking of having you like this. The thought drives you crazy. 

He moves his hand off his cock and reaches it down to cup over you allowing yourself to grind against him. Your hips involuntarily buck up into his touch and you can’t help the sounds that escape your lips.

Jake moves his fingers to draw slow circles around your clit and you let out the most beautiful moan he’s ever heard. Your whole body is electric by his touch, moving along with his fingers, chasing the feeling. 

“Slow down baby girl, let me do it.” Jake guides his cock back in your mouth and continues his slow but steady rhythm with his hand, he never falters.

The sensation, the feelings of pleasure are starting to wash over you like a tall wave, ready to drag you under. He starts to move his rough fingers with more purpose pulling you closer and closer. Jake leans forward to slide 2 fingers in while grinding the palm of his hand into your clit. The mix of the slight stinging stretch and light touch of his palm are bringing you dangerously close to the edge. He's right with you, his movements becoming less calculated and his moans sporadic. 

The word fuck falls out of his lips like a mantra, mixed in with your name. 

Jake’s voice is almost at a whisper as he says, “please y/n… fuck.. y/n please please…. fuckkk.”

Hearing your name whined into the sex filled air brings you closer as you start to lose your own composure. Your pleasure drapes over you and you feel your entire body start to shake as he curls his fingers up into you and pushes down with his palm. His hand moves in and out of you with uncalculated speed as your arousal starts to coat his fingers and the pressure builds up threatening to snap. 

Three words, “I’m gonna cum” and he’s unraveling, shooting his warm release down your throat as you happily swallow it all up. That’s all it took, just one taste of him and you were coming undone yourself.

Your moans start to fill the room as you shake and contort, the pleasure overcoming you. He fucks into you faster as the oversensitivity becomes too much and your writhing under his touch. He pulls his dick out just in time for you to say, “Jakey baby.. fuck its too much.”

You jerk up and close your legs around his hand as he continues to work you through it. Your whole body shakes even after he removes his hand licking it clean. “You taste so sweet, I’m gonna get hard again.” 

You can barely make out his words as you lay there for a moment in your post-orgasm haze, trying to gain the strength to sit up. One final shiver makes its way through your body and you rise and turn to face him. His eyes stare into yours as you watch him clean the remaining cum off his fingers while wearing the proudest smirk. He looks behind you, eyes widening. 

“Holy shit the sheets are so soaked. Like actually fully wet babe.” You turn around and look at the evidence painting the light colored sheets a slightly darker shade. You both giggle at the sight, unable to control yourselves.

Jake leans down and plants a gentle kiss to your lips in complete contrast to his actions moments before. He offers you his hand to stand up and when you do, everything is a little dizzy. He helps hold you centered and looks at your face with another stupid grin. He turns you to face the mirror and what you see is hardly surprising. 

Your mascara runs down your face in two perfect lines and the saliva almost coats your entire chin. It's almost laughable really, at least Jake seems to think so. You elbow him in the ribs and roll your eyes. “Oh shut up.”

“Come on, I'll draw us a bath lover.” 

***

[cherrythepuppet]

The Harvest

Mob au @//Clownsuu

Grover @trashcanplant

Vince @cloudy-dreams

TW: dead deer

CLOUDY YOUR BOY IS TERRIFYING

Penny sat on the ground outside playing in the leaves with Poppy's supervision "Be careful!" Poppy exclaimed while Penny stopped herself form eating a leaf

She could hear some crunching from other footsteps then she heard Poppy talking with someone but Penny didn't care enough to listen

"Penny?" Someone behind her asked, She turned around and blinked looking up to see Wally "Hi" Penny said "Hello to you to Penny" Wally replied

"Care to go for a little walk? I'm afraid I have something to ask of you" He added to which Penny stood up and brushed any leaves or dirt off the bottom of her dress

"You have no proof of me hitting Antoni with the frying pan" Penny told him causing Wally to go 'Ha Ha Ha'

"Oh Penny, I watched you hit him" He mumbled "But that isn't why we're talking. I need you to go tell Grover something" He explained

"Oh, Yeah sure! I like talking to Grover even if he-" Penny paused "Where are we again?" She asked "Oh dear, Your memory must be acting up" Wally sighed

"Come along then. We should get you inside" Wally muttered before he began to walk back inside with Penny following

When the two went back inside Wally went to office to wait for Penny who was in her room looking for a coat

yet all she found was a Boa She put it on her shoulders figuring it would work as a coat so after that she went to Wally's office where she sorta zoned out until he told her to tell Grover to "Feed him"

"Oki Doki" Penny replied then she left looking around for Grover until she found him at the bar, Penny looked over to Howdy

Howdy sighed then walked over to Penny and helped her on the barstool before He walks back behind the bar Penny was kicking her legs slightly until Grover looked over to her Ugh… what do you want.” He grumbled while putting back another cup

Grover let Howdy finish pouring him a anothee one then he turned back to Penny "Hi" Penny grinned spinning around in the barstool

She looked over to Howdy who nodded and began preparing a Shirley Temple "Doesn't answear my question" Grover sighed

"Well scareycrow-" "Not my name"

Penny glared at him "Well anyway, Boss wanted me to tell you to 'Feed Him' whatever that means. Sounded like third person too? Is he gonna start talking like that now?" Penny trailed off

She was fidgeting with her gloves to even notice that Grover had stood up "Where are you going?" She asked grabbing her drink Howdy finished making

"Out" Grover replied "Out? But Antoni..." Penny muttered to herself trying to remember "Your not allowed out thought, Boss said-" She was cut off

"Boss told me that I need to go when he gives the word" Grover told her before turning to look at the sky listening for something "Where the fuck are those birds..” He frowned

Penny hopped off the barstool after finishing her drink and walked over to Him then saw two birds outside "Oooh! I've seen those birds before!" She exclaimed

Grover ignored her before he turned to her "Yer' helping me make a delivery" He said then he grabbed her arm and dragged her to one of the cars

However Penny didn't like this and tried biting him "Hey! Let go of me you overgrown weed!" Penny shouted struggling to free herself

"You help me with this delivery and I'll get ya whatever yer' werid ass wants" Grover replied as he opened the car door and tossed her into the passenger seat

"Fine... Your taking me to the candy shop in the middle of town" She mumbled fidgeting with her pearl bracelets Grover gets into the driver's seat and starts up the car then He began driving to God knows where

Penny stared out the window Watching the lights from the city slowly disappear almost falling asleep with how peaceful everything was away from the city too

But then the car stopped and Penny hit her head "Ow..." She frowned while she saw Griver get out and go to the bed of the truck

Penny unbuckled her seatbelt and got out walking over to him, Something smelled disgusting and she heard a squelch sound

When she saw what the disgusting thing was she saw a ripped in half deer causing her to scream which alerted a few birds

Grover put his glove over her mouth "Shut the fuck up. Vince doesn't like noise" He warned, Penny nodded shivering slightly

Griver removed his glove "Grab the back" He demanded but Penny didn't do anything for a moment, Sure she liked gore but with people! Not animals

"Penny" Grover snapped his fingers snapping her out of her trance "Wha- sorry..." She whispered before reaching down to carry her weight

Grover leaned all the way down and walkes backwards into the trees while Penny was trying to direct him in the dim light

But He was pricked by several brambles and stabbed with sticks Making her giggle slightly

The pair passed the tree line and entered the clearing, Penny looked around and to her she felt like she was walking into the world’s most terrifying sculpture park as the figures were all in the midst of fleeing

To the untrained eye it would look like wood carvings which Penny thought at first but the way that the flies landed on them

How branches grew from the eye sockets and mouths of these people made it obvious that they weren't just sculptures

Grover and Penny continued to carry the deer with the sound of sticks crunching under their shoes until the two approached the center of the field and Grover dropped the deer

He looked around at the stillness, searching for something in the trees as Penny backed away from the deer feeling uncomfortable

She looked around while holding her arms close to her chest as a form of warmth, She thought she saw one of the bodies still breathing"Griver-" Penny paused as Grover whistled then took a step away from the deer

"Watch 'em feast" Grover chuckled Several birds came down and flocked onto the deer carcass, Grover laughed while Penny looked away in disgust

But when she turned over to her shoulder she saw a large hunched back figure with dark eyes and long mouth

Penny screamed and grabbed onto to Grover making him look down at her, Grover looked up and saw Vince in the darkness reaching a hand out for Penny

Grover swatted his hand away “No, Vince" He told him "I getcha real hungry to have someone new join but not her. She’s family.” He added

Grover stared at Vince before Vince opened his mouth muttered something in a tone that terrified Penny more then the deer carcass

“Look, how about next time I bring one here fer ya I’ll letcha do yer tree thing and all that" Grover said "I like them screams too, gotta admit..” Grover chuckled

Vince laughed a raspy laugh, not saying a word while staring at Penny who was doing anything but looking at Vince

Grover looked down at her again. “Her names Penny. I needed an extra set a hands pullin’ the deer" Grover added

Penny looked at Vince for just a breif moment and made a small wave to be polite "I know ya like a bit of a scaredy cat, but I got in trouble when I brought Poppy out here" Grover was the only really speaking

But then Penny spoke up "Poppy was out here?" She asked to which Grover nodded "You remember her, Vince? Real tall bird broad?” Grover asked

Penny seemed to relax just a tiny bit at the mention of Poppy yet she kept a grip on Grover’s pants hoping He would take her home soon

Vince didn't respond instead he reached out a finger to graze against Penny’s skin but then Grover grabbed Vince's hand, holding his gloved hand tightly

“I’ll see what I can fix up fer ya, But not her. Not her.” Grover told him as the crows behind him cawed after they finished their feast and flew back into the trees

Everything was silent again, only thing to be heard was Vince’s ragged breathing. Penny looked up at Grover, then at Vince

“Do ya need help spreading the bones across the field?” Grover asked before be gave Penny a little pat in the head as a way of telling her to head back to the truck

Penny instnatly began to walk away, She got into the truck and took in a deep breath "I don't wanna ever come here again..." She mumbled to herself

As the time passed Penny fell asleep with her head resting against the Window unaware of a small leaf sprouting from under her Opera Gloves...

[zmediaoutlet]

Two hundred miles north of Bodega Bay, Sam taps his fingers on his thigh in a particular pattern. Dean pulls off the 101 at Eureka, driving easy. Trying to make it look that way at least. Familiar roads off the highway—gas, fast food. Motels, and he picks the third he sees, a long low building with a cracked and unfilled pool, and he looks sidelong at Sam across the seat and Sam nods and goes into the office to get whatever room can be got.

Idling in the dark. He clears his throat, feels like an idiot. Says out loud, anyway, "Hey, uh. You there? 'Cause, I know—I mean, I guess, ghosts don't sleep, right? But me and Sammy have gotta get some shuteye before we go all guns blazing, so. Hope you're good to—to hang out, and…"

And what? Read their Dick Roman research in the dark in the parking lot? The idiot feeling hasn't gone away and intensifies when there's no answer but silence. There's this other thing squeezing his guts, though, a shiver that he's trying not to acknowledge so it won't rattle all the way through and make his bones leap fully a foot to the left of his body—and he jumps when there's a knock on the window, but it's just Sam. He holds up his fingers, backlit by neon and the white light of the motel office—room seven—and sets off walking, so Dean's left to pull the car around, the radio off, silence ringing through the car like a struck gong, shattering.

Big truck parked directly in front of room seven. Dean picks a spot a few down and mutters loud enough to be heard, "Take your half out of the middle, huh?" Sam meets him at the trunk, spinning the keys into his palm, and they don't look at each other while they pick up their duffles of clothes, the weapon bag Dean usually packs, the supply bag Sam tends to haul when they need to haul it, with its load of iron, and silver, and salt. Sam goes over to open up the room and Dean heaves his bags up onto one shoulder and sees the flask wink parking lot light back up at him from where it's stuck by the box of IDs. He says, "Night," easy, like it's easy, and then he shuts the trunk and follows Sam into the room and flicks the lamp and closes the door firmly behind them with his heart in his throat, and Sam opens his mouth and Dean shakes his head and Sam looks at the closed door and then turns away, his shoulders high and stiff, and dumps his bags on the further bed, and unzips the supply bag and picks up the salt.

Heavy pour at the line of the doorway and under the gross pink polyester curtain. Dean wants to toss it up into the vent in the bathroom but that's probably overkill. "Van Ness house gave me the creeps, what can I say," he says, to Sam, loud enough maybe to be heard on the sidewalk outside.

Sam blows out air. "You think they're stuck to your shoe?"

Dean licks his lips, checks his pockets. No flask—no, he checked, it's in the trunk, and now with salt heavy between them and what should be the past, that panic scrapes again at his gut. Sam lifts the EMF meter out of his bag, where it's been turned on, and there's not a blip, and Dean feels like all the tendons in his legs have dissolved when he drops onto the free bed, and he says, "What are we—Sam, we—"

How long has it been? Sam shakes his head but Dean knows he's thinking the same thing. Since that godawful day in the hospital, since they burned the bones, the blood-stained hat, and they'd gone back to the abandoned shitty house they'd squatted in and stared in at its grey wreck with dry eyes and they'd—fucked, that night, miserable and not even enjoying it but doing something that was other than death, that stupid instinctive defiance against the night that they'd perfected over all these years of tragedy, and Dean had—he'd filled the flask, after, with the sweat barely cooling on his shoulders, and sipped whiskey and swallowed with a mouth that still tasted like his brother, and it was—unthinkable. After all those years of secrets. On top of everything, this couldn't—they couldn't have—

Sam's dragging his thumb back and forth over his other palm, slowly. Hair hanging over his face. "Ghosts—they don't show up right away, right?" he says. He clenches his hands together, weird and cramped-looking. "And then once they form, it's because they've got—a goal. One thing they're focused on."

"Revenge," Dean says, and Sam looks up at him, and nods. No panic on his face, at least. Even the vague sickness drained away. Dean watches Sam's hands, the clawing in his gut not—fixed, exactly, but not worse.

All these hard-fought years and he didn't—think about it. After all they'd gone through it was just part of the fabric of the world and he knew there was no changing it and he thinks, he's pretty sure at least, that Sam's in the same boat. They'd either keep sailing it or go down with the ship and that's just the way it was, and now—with everything they'd lost—there'd been this kind of… raw and horrible freedom. He hadn't thought about it that way until he'd looked up and seen the ghost and known, after the initial shock and the fear and the thinking-through what it meant, that the veil had been drawn back and not fully closed—had known that raw hot terror of what—being seen would mean. Hadn't felt that horror since his real father had died. And, now—

"Got me wishing for a real private foxhole," Dean says. Mostly evenly, he thinks.

Sam looks at the closed motel door behind Dean's back and takes a deep breath. "If we win here, we will win everywhere," he says, quiet, and it sounds like he's quoting something but Dean doesn't know what. But there's salt thick over every gap and a closed curtain and three parking spots between that flask and here, and so Dean leans forward and grabs Sam's clenched hands. Sam looks at him, surprised, but he lets Dean worm a thumb in between his palms and touch the scar.

"We're not crazy, at least," Dean says.

Sam snorts. "Yeah," he says, a little ironic but not as ironic as he could be. He grips Dean's wrist very tightly before he gets up, putting space between them, and shuts off the EMF reader.

[fantasyandshit]

My girl

Pairing: Nesta x fem!reader

Type: Request oneshot

Based on this request

Masterlist here

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A/n- I want to apologize for my absence, life has been very busy recently and I’ve had some serious writers block. But I’m back and gonna try really hard to get back into the groove of everything.

I adjust the neckline of my dark blue dress as I stare in the mirror attached to Nesta and I’s room. The dress is absolutely gorgeous, hugging my curves in all the right places, it’s a halter top, wrapping up and around my neck….but it’s just very…revealing. The neckline dips down to the base of my ribs, and a slit runs up each side, up to the top of my thighs. Nothing is left to the imagination as even the back is non existent. I feel bare to the world.

Finally, after a few more moments, I leave our room, making my way to the stairs. As I reach the top of the stairs case I pause for a moment, peaking behind a wall to see all of my family waiting for me, conversing with one another. They are al stunning as usual, dressed in blacks, deep purples and dark blues.

But Nesta

Fuck

Nesta looks drop dead fucking gorgeous. She wears a sparkling black dress, similar in stile to mine, however it’s only got one slit going up her right leg, stopping up her hip, something in me stirs at that- she’s mine and basically on full display. I let it go, my eyes catching on the swell of her breasts, partially visible due to the deep v-neck cut, a gold chain connecting the two sides.

I take another deep breath before finally stepping out from my hiding spot, slowly stepping down the stairs. “You look amazing Yn.”

“Thank you Rhys.”

As I meet the bottom of the stairs I turn to my mate, “You look absolutely divine my love.” Nesta voice is as smooth as velvet, traveling to my ears like a Melodie in the night. I reach forward, my hands meeting her hips.

“Have you looked in a mirror lately? You look like the prized piece of art in a museum, like the night sky and a field of flowers in the spring. You’re gorgeous darling.”

She smiles, her lips meeting mine softly, “you’ve always had your way with words haven’t you dove.” I smile at this, she’s always been quite the flirt.

“Ok love birds can we get going now?” We, begrudgingly, separate. Mor and Nesta take my hand, Feyre taking Rhys’ and cassian, and Amren taking Azriel’s, the three of us winnowing everyone to the autumn court.

Eris had officially become high lord, filling killing of Beron, and that meant a celebration had to be held. We land in the middle of the ball room, making an entrance as always.

“Ah Rhysand. You finally made it!” Eris throws his hands out in greeting, stepping down the dais to meet us. He shakes hands with everyone, all of us bowing to each other. “Well, enjoy. There’s wine and music, food and entertainment. The night is young and,” he pauses, turning up and projecting his voice for all to hear, “We. Are. Free!” I’ve never seen the young lord so care free, but it seems that with the burden of his father gone from the court, the air is clearer, the leaves brighter and the lights blinding.

Everyone cheers, high lords from every court, their guests, and the whole of the autumn court here to celebrate the new ruler.

Nesta wraps a hand around my waist, keeping me to her side as we mingle about the ball.

After some time, I decide to grab myself and my mate a glass of wine, I tap her as she speaks to a young female from winter and she turns her head to me. “I’m going to go grab us some drinks. I’ll be right back ok.”

She hesitates for a moment before sighing, releasing her hold on me, “ok. But be careful.”

I chuckle softly, nodding before reaching up to give her a kiss. I make my way to the bar, a soft smile planted on my lips as I wait for the bartender to get our drinks poured.

“Well hello there pretty lady.” A slimy voice hits me as a hand comes to my ass.

I spin, slapping the male across the face, “Get the hell off of me!”

“Oh come on. Don’t be such a brat. I just wanna have some fun.” He’s smirking, one hand rubbing the red molar I’ve left on his cheek.

“No. You’re a fucking creep, get the fuck away from me. My mate will be over here, and she won’t be so kind as to simply slap you across your greasy face. Do you understand?”

He chuckles a disgusting, wheezing laugh before moving back to trying to grab me, “Ooh, so two females, I can’t wait.”

Just then, he’s ripped from me, thrown to the floor. The music stops as he yelps. “You leave my mate alone. Do you understand, if you do not stay the hell. Away. From my mate. I will personally people the flesh from your bones and burn you slowly on a spick.”

He gulps, looking as if he’s about to cry as he nods frantically. Just then, Eris and two guards come forward, dragging him from the hall.

“I am so sorry ladies. He will be properly dealt with. I will make sure of it.”

I nod softly, “thank you Eris.”

I swear I hear a hiss leave Nesta, her hand finds its old place around me, “we’re leaving, take us home please darling.”

I nod softly, winnowing the two of us to the house of wind.”

Even after we land, Nesta refuses to let me go, fuming. “Nesta. Nesta it’s ok. Everything is ok.”

“No. No. Nothing is ok. His hands were on you. He touched you. He touched you and your mine.” She looks at me with furrowed brows and pinched lips.

“It’s ok now. You protected me. You got me out. It’s ok now.” I hug her tightly, kissing her softly as her hands relax in my hips. “It’s ok.” I breathe out.

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Sooo how was it for my first Nesta fic? I hope I did ok!

Love y’all, thanks for reading!

[cryptid-artha]

Shit has Hit the Fan

Shit has absolutely hit the fan over here. I got completely and utterly stabbed in the back and lost my financial security. I'm going to have to start doing commissions again to make ends meet, and I have been out of the game for a quite a while. I never thought I'd have to again, but it seems like I have to. It sucks. But it is what it is. Nothing I can do about it.

In short, there was an emergency. My brother made an attempt on his own life. He isn't blood related, but he was my brother where it counts. We have some doubts that he actually did it to himself, but that's something else entirely. My wife called a friend, who rushed over and saved his life. He had a business he started with my wife. It was doing quite well, but not quite breaking even yet and he was still helping to fund it while my wife worked on bringing in the money. It could have broken even by the end of the year, even with the expensive office space we had. But, he completely pulled out, blocked contact with us, and completely fucked us and our other business partner over. After lying to us for weeks, and letting all of his duties slip until things ended up in a bit of a hole. Long story short, we are losing the office space, and had to lay off our two employees. We are able to scrape together enough resources to keep going, and it should be making enough for a roof and food, but it's going to be extremely tight until we regroup and find a new groove. If he had just waited, money WOULD have come flowing back in, but he backed out entirely, without any warning, after lying for potentially weeks. If he had to back out, I wish he'd just said something, so we could scale back and be more prepared. I feel hurt deeply hurt, and very deeply betrayed. This fucked everything up for my wife and our partner, and has caused such extreme stress we're all basically shutting down. We had financial stability. We didn't have to worry about food in our stomachs or a roof over our head. We didn't have to worry about having running water, internet, phones and electricity and now we have to struggle to make ends meet while picking up the pieces. We poured everything into that business, and it was paying off. And then the person we thought was our brother completely abandoned us and fucked us over. My wife thinks we're gonna be ok, and I do agree with her, but having extra money will REALLY help until things stabilize again. I want things to go back to normal... but, they never will. I have to find a new normal. Anyway. In light of this whole shitstorm and the loss of my financial stability, I am going to start pushing my Ko-fi more. https://ko-fi.com/arthademon I intend to have commission discounts, both in stream and out of stream, discounted adoptables, free adoptables, free bases, discounted bases, and other perks. Every little bit helps and even a little bit of a steady monthly income will help relieve some of this stress.

I will be doing commission streams and getting my queue knocked out between streams. I just hope I don't have to do this long. I hope we can get our stability back.

[lincolndjarin]

More & More & More

main masterlist ✧ kinktober masterlist ✦

kinktober : day twelve - afab!reader x agent whiskey

prompt : double penetration [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 1.0k

summary : jack likes to push things.

warnings, etc. : dubcon/noncon (wasn't sure which one to tag this as so just gonna put both,), dead dove do not eat, dark!agent whiskey, pwp, handcuffs, sort of orgasm denial more so orgasm delaying, double penetration, rough sex, anal play, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, no aftercare inappropriate use of a whip, to be blunt whiskey puts the end of his whip in your ass while he fucks you, jack is a dick in this, i definitely missed tags sorry

a/n : happy oct 12 (jk but whatever) !! just saw the spiderman live orchestra and cried like a baby. anyways this is dark? at least as far as my writing goes but idk i kinda wanna write more dark stuff it's therapeutic idk.

He always has to push things. 

He can’t just be happy with what you give him; he always wants more. 

“You’d look so hot in handcuffs.” 

“It’ll feel better without a condom.”

And you always give in, you just can’t say no to that sweet southern drawl. 

Until now. 

He’s already got your hands cuffed behind your back as he hold you by the chain, fucking into you slow and steady as you keen. 

You’ve done everything he’s asked but of course he still wants more. 

His whip is folded up in his hand as he drags the bend of it down your spine, it’s surprising but certainly not unfamiliar. You expect maybe a few light smacks, although sometimes he just holds it for the sake of holding it. (You’re pretty sure he just likes the authority such a weapon gives him.)

But instead he stops fucking you entirely, your body slumping forward in exhaustion. You jolt up as you suddenly feel a cold liquid rolling down your body. Falling from your lower back to between the globes of your ass. 

“Jack?” You turn your head, watching as he pours a generous amount of lube down your crack before coating the end of his whip. It’s thinner than his cock but that doesn’t exactly make you fond of the implications of his actions. 

“What, sweetheart?” He grins at you, his prick twitches, still buried in your cunt. 

“We said we weren’t gonna do this.” 

“You said you didn’t want my cock in ‘ere.” He runs his finger around your puckered hole before lining his whip up against it. “So I’m gonna keep my cock in this pretty pussy.” 

“Jack…” You say in a warning tone.

“Just a little bit honey, if ya don’t like it I’ll stop.” 

You’ve had this conversation before. It’s the one thing you never let him do, never really caring to try it. 

“It’ll feel so good, I promise.” 

“I don’t know, Jack. Maybe some other night…”

“Just the tip, come on- please.” 

He’d whined, kissing you sweetly but you’d changed the subject, brushing him off. You aren’t all that surprised that he’s bringing it up again, he always wants more. Is he really going to put his whip in your ass just because you didn’t give him what he wanted?

“I’m just not sure-” You’re quickly cut off as you feel it slip past your tight ring of muscle despite your resistance, a groan being punched out of you as your head falls forward the mattress. You know that the butt of his whip is the thickest part and it definitely feels that way. 

His free hand reaches up your back, holding you in place as he works the bulky knob on the end of the handle into your ass. You groan and whine into the sheets as you hear a slick pop when he manages to get it in, there’s a sharp burn coursing through you from the stretch combined with his ever persistent cock within you. 

“See, that’s not so bad, right?” He chuckles, not giving you any chance to adjust as he starts rocking his hips forward again. You feel him grip the handle of the whip, already starting to push it in deeper.

“Jack!” You squeal as he grabs the back of your neck, pushing your face down into the mattress to silence any further protest. 

“Holy hell…” He lets out a satisfied groan as he slaps his hips forward, you turn your head to the side, gasping.

“Fuck- please.” You manage to stammer out as he pushes the whip in another inch, seemingly finally satisfied as he releases his grip on it, now wrapping his hand around you to play with your clit.  

“Told you you’d like it.” He grunts. 

You honestly can’t tell if you do. Because fuck it hurts. He got almost half of it in but it feels like it’s the whole damn thing, your entire body is tense and hot, like you’re burning up. But despite the sharp stretching sensation there’s also a feeling of fullness that leaves you breathless. 

“I- I don’t-” You spit out between sharp gasps as he rubs sharp practiced circles between your legs, matching them with his thrusts. 

“You don’t what? You don’t like it?” His voice drips with mock sympathy.

With every passing second you hate it less. The burn slowly but surely dissipates, with every one of his thrusts you sink into the mattress further as your body slowly goes lax. 

“I don’t- fuck, I don’t know.” You can’t concentrate right now, there’s too much going on. Everything is on fire, his fingers burning a riff into you as he plays you like a fiddle. Igniting the fire pooling in your belly. 

“Then-” He snaps his hips forward again and you lose any coherent thought. “Let me- god- let me know- when you do know.” His sloppy thrusts tell you that he’s getting closer and everything aches.

“Please.” Are you gonna come? God it feels like you might. 

“Say it. Say it before I’m done or don’t say it at all.” He practically snarls and you hate yourself for it but you moan, he isn’t bluffing, if you don’t ask for it he won’t give you anything at all. 

Goddamnit. 

“Please let me come, Jack please.” 

“That’s it, sugar.” He drawls out before softly pinching your clit between his thumb and pointer finger. 

You hate that it hurts but you hate the fact that it sends you over the edge even more. Your nerves all ignite and you get the smallest bit of relief as your body lets go of all of the remaining tension. 

He doesn’t even pull out when he finds his own release, you can feel him pulsing within you before finally removing his cock with a hiss. You’re tired and aching and ready to just go to bed, you wait for him to uncuff you but instead you feel the weight on the bed shift as he stands. He walks around the bed, kissing your sweat slicked forehead, one hand coming around to play with the whip, still sticking out of your ass like a tail. 

“I’ll be in the living room, call me when you want my cock instead of this.” He pushed the slick handle just a smidge further into you, forcing a sudden squeak out of you. 

“Jack- don’t you fucking dare-” He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence before slamming the bedroom door shut. 

It doesn’t matter what you say anyway, he always gets what he wants. 

a/n : this is a little darker than i usually go sorry whoops i'm experimenting with it bc i'm still not sure how to write dark stuff so apologies for everyone enduring my figuring it out phase

[rastronomicals]

10:30 PM EST November 13, 2024:

Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-la-la Band -   "What We Loved Was Not Enough" From the album   Fuck Off Get Free We Pour Light On Everything (January 20, 2014)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under:    More of that Down-home Montreal post-rock

[thoughtsaboutshows]

i can't remember the number, I'm on mobile but can you do the takeout question for riorgail please?

Hi! I'm so sorry I missed this. It somehow got deleted and then I got distracted with my solstice fic and Let's Play Pretend. Here it is below the cut!

Who prepares/orders takeout for the other person just because they know how much their partner loves it?

Here's about 1200 words in a Lawyer AU.

Hope you like it!

When Xaden was upset, Violet just knew. Even without words, without even seeing him, she knew. Violet wasn't certain of when it began exactly, she'd long suspected it had just always been this way, but it seemed the ability to sense him had been there from the moment they became more than just reluctant allies. It wasn't easy being an intern at New York's biggest law firm even with Violet being a legacy. And Xaden, Xaden was the son of the city's most notorious defense attorney which earned him little approval from those who deemed the Riorson's unethical. But fought through the internship they did, falling in love in the process and forging a connection that ran so deep that it left them with tethers between them even when apart. So yeah, Violet could sense in her heart, her very bones, that he was in need of cheering up.

Other than the free use of her body or a hug from Liam, there was only one other thing that was guaranteed to make Xaden smile. And that was a slice of double chocolate cake, with extra frosting, from Aretian Late Night Bakery in Brooklyn. She'd do whatever she could to pick him up some, even call in the favor that Ciaran owed her for offering free law advice.

Violet looked at her watch, noting the time nearing nine and swore. She'd have to rush to get there in time before it closed. But for Xaden, she'd do anything .

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Xaden's curls were without a doubt messed up from how many times he'd run his hand through it. Imogen had looked through the case files with him a million times but they couldn't find the peace of evidence he knew he needed. The one he knew that fucker, Navarre, on wall street had hidden somewhere. He'd known what he was signing up for when he went to law school: late nights, bad takeout, and the possibility of losing cases. But this was one he needed to win. Their lawyer had had his father disbarred over a decade ago, which lead to a chain of events he didn't even want to think about ever again.

"Let's call it a night and start again tomorrow." Imogen called from the doorway, hand on the light switch threatening to flip it off. "We both have people we want to get home to."

I manage a smirk at the thought of her and Garrick finally getting their shit together. That smirk turns into a full on smile as I think of Violet, who'd had a later day too, but was likely already sitting at home waiting for him. He volleyed between wishing she was out of her suit and into one of his shirts and wanting the privilege of peeling today's pantyhose and black skirt off of her. He shifted in his seat just thinking about it.

"Get the fuck out of here, Riorson." Imogen rolled her eyes as she turned to go. "And say hi to Violet for me."

Xaden closed his laptop, deciding that Imogen was right and despite his sour mood and need to pour through the files just one more time he needed to go home and see his fiancé more. He thought about how on her lighter days she liked to unwind with a glass of Malbec, whiskey sours when the days were busy, but there was no better comfort food for her than a crusty chunk of French Bread and olive oil. And there was no where else to get that bread than Aretian Late Night Bakery. It was all the way over in Brooklyn, but she was worth it. She was everything. A little detour before returning home to their Penthouse was nothing compared to what he'd be willing to do for her.

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Aretian Midnight Bakery was a staple in Xaden's family. So when Violet became a part of that family, it was a staple for her too. That pull in her chest, the one she always feels when her need for Xaden feels particularly strong, was even stronger as she strode through the bakery doors. Her mind was everywhere, Is Xaden okay? I wonder when he'll be home? I hope this case is over soon. She wasn't looking where she was going when she entered the doors and she ran face first into a wall.

When did that get there?

When the wall was warm and chuckled she looked up and gasped when her eyes met a pair of gold flexed-onyx.

"Violence." Xaden crooned, wrapping his arm around her waist and not letting her go. "What are you doing in Brooklyn?"

"I could ask you the same thing, counselor." Violet moved her arms up his chest until she could brush the now very loosened curls off of Xaden's forehead. He closed his eyes and nearly purred at the gesture, bringing a soft smile to Violet's face even at the tension in Xaden's jaw.

She had been right. He had needed her tonight.

Xaden let go of her with one arm and held up her favorite french bread with a tilted smile, waving it in the air and showing her why exactly he was in Brooklyn too.

"Xaden, you didn't!" Violet grabbed the bread with a squeal, pressing it to her nose and taking in the warmth and scent of fresh bread.

"You still haven't answered my question." Xaden's smile curled up completely.

"Violet Sorrengail!" Ciaran called out from behind the counter, hitting the bell with a goofy smile. It startled Violet but she moved around her giant fiancé anyways and snatched up the chocolate cake she'd ordered.

"You got me chocolate cake." Xaden said with a soft voice, his eyes softening too as he took it from her arms. It was nearly the width of her and heavy with all the extra frosting, so he was glad to take it off of her hands.

"I could tell it was a rough day." Violet explained with a shrug, reaching out and touching Xaden's arm. His brows furrowed, allowing the act of someone else caring for him to wash over him. Five years together and he still hadn't gotten used to it.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" Xaden ran his hand through Violet's hair until it rested at the base of her neck.

"Only several thousand times." Violet basically sang back, tilting her head for the invitation to kiss her. And he did, not several thousand times, but enough to wear Ciaran told them to get out of there despite smiling widely at them.

"I love you too, Xaden." She told them when he walked her to her car. And she told him when he opened the door for her, waiting to walk up to their unit until she got there. And she told him again when they cut the bread and the cake, settling and rejoicing in their dinner of carbs. And she told him when he put on her favorite movie. And when she felt the heady weight of him above her, crying it out when he brought them both over the edge. And when she laid her head on his chest, spent and sated and happy.

And she'd tell him a thousand more times.

A million more times until the day she died.

And after that, she'd say it again.

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[siremasterlawrence]

The Voice

Part 1 - 2

On a video call with some agents that if I am lucky perhaps by chance they might be the perfect match for me as being my agency for both voice acting and acting to be my representation.

I set everything up for the video call as I am sitting prepped up when the call comes through loudly on and I hit yes to answerthe call and I knew it this was a once in a lifetime.

The video rolls on showing me to both of the guys they smile brightly at me, giving me a wave as we begin our conversation hitting the light flicking it off and they are left in a state of confusion.

Before they can say anything the lights go on and off blinking in multitude of different colors pulling them in to a calm state of my affairs and they starting to asking me a question.

I began to go on a long journey of who I am adding coded messages leading both guys to meet me who’s and we stare deeply in to each other I can see the wave of calmness over take them both.

I point my figures towards them both of their eyes roll back to the side, they fall backward in to the sockets and the eyelids close down on big and his head falls back on to the couch.

I get excited throwing a fist pump into the air showcasing my enthusiasm to enslave both men in a fit of lust and then I begin to tame myself sitting upward and rethinking every move.

A loud crackle rolls on with the snap of my fingers as they pull upward sitting straight in the chairs and stare blankly at the screen ready for my commands so I smirk taking a deep breath.

I take a second breath checking them out from head to toe seeing the handsome, tall glasses of water and I imagine using them for many things beside enslavement of the world.

“Hello Jamie and Ashley! You can hear my clear and audible.”

“As the sound of my voice upon your wake up call.”

“We shall surrender in to total enslavement for life.”

“Yes correct! I am your Master and you are fully accepting.”

“Will you serve me willingly?”

“Most of you are corrupt and I am saving you.”

“Your clients are number one”

“I am your most important client “

“You are my number one fan”

“All you want is it please me”

“Everything you know is a lie “

“Your existence is for me, by me and in solely in service for me.”

“Mwahahahahaha! Wake up call”

“Oh what the…”

“What was I doing ?”

“Audition”

“Oh no! Right Ashley “

“We want to represent you “

Part 3 - 4

“Mr. Hardy and Eloise get the fuck in here.”could be heard in the speaker pouring in to the rooms of both agents who sighed in total audience because they were going to head to lunch.

Tom stood up knowing he is the number one agent in this damn business but hey he is still being called like a god damn assistant from the past but he puts his big boy pants on entering the elevator.

The man smirks as he says take him to the penthouse but something is off as the door shuts close and all of sudden the room is swooped up in darkness with a strange resounding sound.

The elevator sped upward in to the sky as it shoots fast reaching the pent house as the door slides open and he exist on to the main floor confused at what happen it was as if time froze.

Everything is right he thinks for second even though he is not sure why it felt like his time stopped for entire day and as he walks even further unaware of the day having turned to night.

It is dark bluish night sky peering in to the room all else begins to fade as he sees the young man sitting in his chair and his boss who is sitting on top to his desk and looks like he is swooning a bit.

“You wanted my presence at the moment boss?”

“Yes indeed! Meet your new client “

“Glad you could make it! It’s obvious you have had a wake up call.”

“I am the best damn agent in this office! How dare you call me on the speaker with that attitude?”

“Oh you’re still going on about that! You shall move on from that and focus on me.”

“I am your focal point Ellis.”

“Why fight? When you feel so free”

“I am all you see, know and want”

“YYYEEESSS “

“You have my attention “

“Then kneel and wake up call”

“Yes Master! I am your humble manger “

“Kiss my hand and embrace me”

“Sense my power”

“Comprehend my place in your life “

“I love you….Master”

“Master Lawrence! You are my world “

“Command me”

“Rise to your feet “

“My team! The four of you will be my core team.”

“Your life is about me and making me a star is your business.”

The end

The Voice Part 2

Part 5 - 6

Thomas and Taron are the studio head sons at Warner Brothers man Executive who are in for a treat and have gone through far too many headshots for the first feature to star in.

They found their first two stars at the main coupe attraction when they called my agent and I agreed to meet them as all for my slave guys sat at the sides as they put on a performance.

The man slide finishes as they tell me the goal of a story, to tell the truth about a very young adult meeting a older couple and they would start a unique relationship it could be a movie of television show.

My interest is piqued hearing the story as it it told to me all I can do I snap my fingers as my team excuses itself and they exit the office for me and I start to discuss with my part.

They listen unaware of the subtle sound of music blast through the speaker lulling them in to a slow state, and I can seem begin to blink and their bodies sway to the sound of my voice.

I rose to my feet as they match me watching my hand lift in the air, I let me fingers come together snapping my finger and everything crackles as they wake up shocked at all of my ability.

“Tom! Do you have anything to say?”

“I am in awe of your power!”

“What are you saying?”

“You are so Masterful!”

“I cannot believe this “

“It’s the truth Master Lawrence “

“How about you Taron?”

“I love you “

“You are my world “

“We will write something phenomenal “

“You will be a star “

“Tom agrees “

Part 7 - 8

“Meet your new directors”

“Your names?”

“We are the directors “

“I am Henry”

“I am Charlie”

“How do you have so much influence “

“Bois is explain it to them “

“Master Lawrence knows all and sees all”

“I am everything to them and of you”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“That email you sent”

“Absolutely! Wake up call”

“Uuuuuggggghhhhhh!”

“Fffuuuccckkkk”

“We are primed Master”

“How can we make this experience perfect”

“My list of demands”

“Your will shall be done”

The end

[minecraftfanatic]

A continuation of the below link:

Why was he doing this again?

"And here I was expecting you to prefer beer. How civilized of you."

For real Kiyoshi, wherever you were now, you owed Lucan the biggest favor of your life. The minute this was over he was going to retire to this nice tree house filled with strong branches, bridges, and geared to the nine in lights and traps and whatever Niika could cook.

"Sticking to the silent treatment? In front of your host no less? I thought you knew better, what with your friend in custody." Skorch poured himself a second bottle from whoever owned this restaurant. Privately Lucan apologized, commiserating with the terrified staff--hard to hold it against strangers for wanting to stay alive, overlord wining and dining with some nobody using their fancy crystal flute glasses. He didn't want to be here anymore than they did but Marcus was counting on him and he needed the man's muscles as much as he needed all that iron he was melting.

Props to the chefs, cooking's ten out of ten. Didn't know what he was eating but it was good stuff.

"I'm glad to see you like dinner. I ensured it was edible beforehand."

It took Lucan a solid minute to parse it out. "Wait, you made this?"

That smug bastard had the audacity to smirk at him, sipping his wine like some cheap book antagonist. "Did you think I spent all my time working?"

"Yes." He made this? Ugh, he took back everything good he said--trashy, weird, deserved nothing good in life to waste ingredients like that. First chance he got he's washing it all down in cider, then he'll check if Niika's got anymore of that fish pottage. He doesn't care if it got beetroot and pumpkin mashed together so long as-

...Why was he frowning like Lucan spat at him? "What, cat got your tongue?" Oh thank god no Felina heard that, "Not like it's my fault you're so busy everyday that all we see is you beating some random old lady for her groceries."

Okay, he didn't actually see that (but that would totally happen) due to living in the wilderness and trying to organize a plan. Honestly, if it wasn't for one of his ex-inmates ratting him out he'd be long gone by now but noooooo. Now Lucan was in this bizarre dinner with Netheran slavemasters who showed off how rich and powerful they were by dazzling feeble minds with their cooking prowess.

...At this rate, he was going to drink his brains out.

"You have a point," huh? "I've been making rounds to remind Felden exactly who holds their leash, but why not delegate? It would be easy to fill ranks." Uhhhhhhhh that's not what he meant. At all. "I know more than a few who've been chomping for a glimpse of glory. A few checks to ensure competence and I'd finally have some free time."

"Holy shit, I was just joking." Lucan blurted out. Dude, don't do that--he was trying to organize a rebellion here! He was NOT apologizing to Niika on how a simple recruitment exploded into Nether reinforcements. Hells, he didn't want to explain this dinner either! "Also, why are you listening to me--screw that, why are we even here? You literally made me sit and eat for an hour so what's the point?"

"Little rabbit, do you honestly have no clue why we're here?" Smug prick why don't you move that mug closer where I can-- "You're the one that started it. I'm simply reciprocating your affections by the traditional approach."

Lucan stared.

Stared.

Staaaaareeeed.

"Are you quite done yet?" The sheer punchableness shocked Lucan back into reality, gawking at Skorch like that napkin he was dabbing his mouth with was a live toad.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU????"

"...Rude."

"Rude my--affections! In case you didn't notice genius, I never said I loved you. PERIOD!"

"Love is a different matter," Skorch replied blandly, "Let's stick to endearment for now."

"That's the same thing!" Oh HELL NAW! Lucan was not doing this. What did this loon think he was in--a theatre drama? Pushing out of his chair he goes, "Look, I'm sorry you got the wrong idea this whole trip but I'm definitely not into you that way and this was a sorta nice night but I've really gotta get going and--"

"Find your pet?" He can't breathe. His brain stops working, Skorch is smiling, bugs are crawling up the table leg on his right, and he can't breathe. "You've done a fantastic job doing the work for us. I was wondering where you were ever since my subordinates reported your pet's arrival, but then you walked up to my door." Giving a glance at Lucan's untouched wine Skorch refilled his cup. "But please, do go on ahead. It would help track down your pet." Glass softly chinked on green table covers trimmed gold. "It would be irresponsible of me to leave a frightened kitten alone in the dark. Isn't that right little rabbit?"

Lucan pushed his chair back in place.

[quicktosimp]

Your Turn

Warnings: Sub!Spider, Mean!Reader, Dacryphila, Cum Eating, Drooling, Overstimulation, Anal Fingering, Pegging, Degradation, Spitting , Aged Up

Part 1 here

A/N: This has been in the works for a long time now! I am so happy to give @fuckyoumakeart their gift, and I am sorry it has been so late ❤️❤️

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I sighed in disappointment.

Looking down at Spider, he lays on his back, and his chest shakes with each breath. His arms spread wide above his head, wrists bound, chaffed by his struggling against the ropes. The same goes for his ankles, lifted high, forming a V. Spider’s body was soaked in sweat as he moaned around the gag, spreading his mouth wide. 

“I told you no, and did you listen? No,” I groaned, swiping a lone finger and smearing the mess Spider left on his stomach after cumming, “I just wanted you to be a good boy so we could have fun tonight, but now I have to think of a punishment,” I pouted at him.

Playing with the pool of cum on his stomach, I got an idea. Looking at Spider’s face, I easily unlatched the gag from him, letting it slide off his face. Spider worked his jaw, easing the ache as his drool dripped off his face.

“Please, baby, I tried, but it was just too much; please don’t make me do this again,” Spider’s words were quiet as he tried to find my eyes.

I giggled as I scooped as much of it as possible into my palm, dragging it over his face, “Trying isn't good enough. Now, hold this for me,” I waited for Spider’s mouth to open before tilting my hand and pouring his seed into his mouth.

Spider’s mouth filled with cum, covering his tongue. He tried to keep himself from flinching at the taste, not wanting to upset me. 

“Aww, now that’s a cute sight. I like it when you obey me,” I wipe the remaining cum on Spider’s cheek before turning back to between his legs.

Long and muscular, flexing in their bonds, Such a beautiful sight to behold. I couldn’t help myself as I rubbed around the underside of his knees and racked my nails down his thighs, leaving trails of raised red skin. Spider’s legs trembled under my hands as he attempted to moan around his full mouth.

I chuckle as I continue, tracing patterns on his thighs and legs, making Spider squirm from the pain, even as his cock twitches on his stomach. Getting tired of this game, I took my hands off Spider’s legs, watching as he lifted his hips, attempting to seek my touch.

“I love how you’re so needy,” I hummed, skimming my hand over Spider’s prone body but not giving him the relief of touch, “If you’re so desperate, maybe I can make it better,” I mocked him.

Spider’s cock was still an angry red from cumming not long ago. It hadn’t even had time to soften. I take his dick into my hand, wrapping my fingers around the shaft. Spider’s whines increased in pitch as he tried to wiggle away from my touch, only succeeding in fucking himself into my hand. His moans garbled from the cum in his mouth mixed with his drool, sliding down his face. 

“Aww come on, baby, I just want to play with your cock some more. You know I love playing with it. Now be a good boy and stay still,” I cooed at him.

Spider forced his hips down and stilled as more of the thick liquid spilled from his whimpering lips. 

With my free hand, I smile at him and pat his face, “Good boy.”

My grasp was feather-light, but that didn’t stop Spider’s whining as I played with his oversensitized cock. He did everything he could to keep still, even as tears spilled from his eyes and his hips fought to stay in place. I stroked his cock from base to tip, feeling it twitch in my hands, unsure whether it wanted the touch or to escape it. Spider’s moans and whimpers kept me entertained as I played with him. Slowly his cock started leaking pre, adding to the mess over him.

“Maybe I should make you cum from this, just some gentle teasing. Your body is so fucking greedy. I bet you could cum from this,” I muse, wondering if I wanted to pull another orgasm from Spider so soon.

A sob forced its way through Spider, slattering the cum and drool over his face and neck, leaving him covered. 

I yanked my hand off of him, “Look at you! That was so disgusting!” I screamed in outrage, “I asked you for one fucking thing! And you couldn’t even do that correctly?” I sneered at his filthy face.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t stop it! I’m so sorry!” Spider begged as more tears fell from his doe-like eyes.

“I keep hearing you say sorry, but that doesn’t clean up your mess.”

“Please, I’ll be good, please, Tìyawn, let me be good for you,” Spider’s voice was wet but determined as he begged; in a way, I couldn’t help but believe him.

Releasing that I was being a touch too mean, I figured I could give him another chance. I slowly walked over into our shared bathroom, needing to grab a quick tool.

“Okay, Spider, I’ll let you be a good boy for me,” I said softly, moving back between his legs. “But first, I have to clean you up a little,” I said, showing him the object I had received.

His bright red electric toothbrush held high, covered in minty toothpaste. The look on Spider’s face was beautiful. I knew he wanted to protest, but unwilling to push me further, he nodded obediently. 

“Yes, Tìyawn, whatever you wish,” He swallowed loudly as fear covered his face while I slowly moved the toothbrush to his weeping dick. 

At first, I rubbed the gel-like substance over his cock, smearing it along his shaft but not letting him feel the bristles. Slowly I moved up, spreading it over his cock head, then I waited because I knew it wouldn’t be long.

And I was right; Spider’s face slowly morphed into one of pain and pleasure as the coldness seeped into his dick, covering every inch and engulfing him in the sensations. 

“Oh, Eywa!” Spider’s deep brown eyes were wide as he rolled his hips, trying to escape the cold.

“Nope, not Eywa, just me,” I laugh at my own joke before placing the toothbrush back on his cock head, starting to scrub it. 

“Oh fuck, n-, shit, fu- oh!” Spider’s moaned as his eyes rolled back, his head hitting the bed with a thump.

“It’s a good thing that was soft. Norm said even a light bump, and you’d be back on bed rest. I’d have to tie you down to make you behave, but that’s not too different from right now, is it?” I rub my cheek against his thigh before sinking my teeth into his flesh, leaving a ring of purple. “Maybe I should do that anyway? I like having you all tied up for me. Nothing more than a pretty moaning slut. Just a cock for me to use when I get horny, not that I’d use it now, though…” 

Despite the obvious agony he was in, Spider’s cock was yet again leaking pre, bubbling at the tip before I brushed it away again, mixing it with the foamy toothpaste. His dick was an angry red as it throbbed erratically in my hand. I swiped the toothbrush over the tip again as more pre spilled out, leaking into the pool on his stomach.

“Yes! I-I’m yo-your cock!” Spider’s words were barely understandable over his moans.

“Such a good boy, knowing your place, cause that’s right, you are my cock,” Grabbing his dick, I stroked it harshly, uncaring of the speed and pressure, “Now cum!”

Spider’s moan was choked as his back arched, and his seed spilled onto his stomach, his hips rolling into my hand, fucking the last ropes of cum out of himself. Not nearly as much came out of Spider this time; most of it came out earlier. I slowed down my pace but not relenting as I continued to stroke his cock. And his moans soon turned to whimpers as Spider tried to get away from my touch, bucking and twisting his hips to get away. But I was relentless in my efforts, ensuring I had wrung out every last drop.

“P-plea-please! S-st-op!” Tears flowed down Spider’s face as his screams echoed throughout our room.

I slowed my pace down, savoring his wines before I stopped letting go of his dick, “Fine, if you must spoil my fun,” I signed dramatically as if I didn’t already know what I was going to do to him next.

“S-s-soo-ry,” His pitiful whine came out.

I laughed at him as I prepared the object I had ready, stepping into the straps and tightening them accordingly. I grabbed a clean glove, ensuring none of the toothpaste got into it. I may be cruel, but that would be a tad far even for me. And finally, I grabbed the large bottle of lube. I smacked Spider’s thigh, gaining his attention, as his breaths were still unsteady from his orgasm. 

“Remember this?” I asked, letting the thick silicone cock rub against his thigh. 

Spider tensed his asshole, remembering the feeling of being spread open on this cock. How sore it left him, but the pleasure it brings, and even Spider knows the pros outweigh the cons. I can see it in his eyes as he licks his lips. Probably remembering the taste when I fucked his mouth after fucking his ass last time. 

“It’s your cock,” He answered breathlessly.

Smirking, I leaned over his, rubbing the fake cock along the cleft of his ass, “That’s right! Good boy! Now tell me, where does my cock belong?” 

Spider licks his lips as he stares into my eyes. His own are red and wet from leftover tears, “Wherever you want,” His voice was reverent as he relaxed again into his bonds.

“You really are my precious,” I gently pat his thigh. 

I opened the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount onto my fingers. I warmed the lube between my fingers, spreading it around before I brought my hand down and rubbed at Spider’s puckered hole. A breathy moan left his lips at my gentle touch. I continued to rub around his tight muscle, spreading the lube around and easing his hole open for me. All I could hear were Spider’s soft breaths; his head was thrown back, and his eyes closed in bliss. I inched my finger inside, wiggling it around until my palm met his ass. I eased my finger out, purposely avoiding his sweet spots, before thrusting it back in. A cute little whimper left his mouth as I continued my actions, feeling Spider tense around a single digit. 

“Such a good boy, but we both know you can do better than that,” With that, I eased in a second finger, and I watched as his ass swallowed my fingers, nearly drooling at the sight.

Spider hissed in a breath, “Oh fuck.”

“That’s it,” I cooed, starting to move my hand a bit faster.

Spider’s cock twitched weakly, interested in the attention, but spent after cumming twice. He started to rock his hips, trying to get me to go faster.

I smacked Spider’s hip, making him still, “Tell me, baby, use your words and not your slutty ass. What do you want?”

“More, please,” Spider moaned as I sped up my fingers.

I cocked my head to the side, “More? Okay, I can give you more,” and I squeezed in a third finger.

I spread my fingers around, wiggling them around, as his walls flutter around them. The feeling of his body submitting to my hands is addictive as it loosens, begging for more. 

“Such a pretty asshole, I could play with it all day,” I mutter, more to myself, but the responding moan tells me Spider liked the idea just as much.

I removed my fingers from his hole, much to his disappointment, “No, please, more.”

I ignored him as I popped the cap on the lube again, pouring it across the silicone cock, the deep blue of the silicone now shining. I placed the cap's top near his hole and poured more lube out, and pushed the remaining in with my fingers. 

“Come on, pretty boy, open up for me,” I grab Spider’s thigh with one hand and my strap with the other, lining the tip with his asshole.

Spider’s eyes were blown wide as I slowly pushed in, watching as the tight ring of muscles gradually gave way to the cock head until it finally popped past his rim and closed around the shaft. 

“Eywa!” Spider shouted as his back bowed.

I chuckle as I glide the rest inside him, pushing until my hips meet his ass. My thighs became sticky from the spilled lube. Needing to tease him a bit more, I grind my hips into his, giving him a slow, warm pleasure, which is not what he wants.

Soft grunts escape from his mouth, “Please,” He whispers.

“Please? Please what? I like you using your manors, but you gotta tell me what you want,” I grinned as I lazily ground my hips.

Spider gulped, “Will you please…” Spider trailed off as his flush intensified.

“Words Slut!” I demanded.

Tears pricked at his eyes, “Please fuck my ass,” his words were no more than a whisper, but it was enough for me.

“Gladly,” I pulled out completely before slamming it all back in.

“Oh!” Spider exclaimed, his eyes crossed.

I kept the pace, no matter how difficult it was, hearing each broken moan as I punched it out of him.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” Spider’s body rocked with every thrust.

“Good boy,” I grunted over my movements, my nails digging into Spider’s thigh.

I angled my hips so the cock was angled upward.

“Oh fuck!” Spider screamed, and I knew I found the right spot. 

I aimed for that spot over and over again, and Spider’s cock twitched each time. Sweat built over my body, sliding down my neck; my legs ached with each thrust, but watching Spider made it all worth it. Spider’s face was a mess of tears, drool, and cum, and his mouth slack from the continued moans. Spider thrashed his head from side to side as he pulled on his bonds, his chaffed wrists becoming redder. His chest was covered in sweat and old cum, red from his flush, as he heaved each breath. Spider’s thoughts were covered in my nail marks, and his ass a delicious red from my thrusts, sticky with lube as his asshole stretched around the large blue cock. And his cock was red, twitching, unable to get hard again, yet was leaking pre. 

“You wanna cum, baby?” I growled.

“Ye-es! Wa-nn-a, w-wa-nna cum!” Spider gasped out, his eyes rolling back. 

I leaned over his chest and grabbed his cock in my hand. I fisted his cock to match the speeds of my thrust, and Spider’s moans turned to screams.

“No! Pl-ple-ease! To-to much! Gon-nna cum!” 

“Then cum! Cum for me!”

Spider’s body became tense as dribbles of cum left his cock, unable to produce anymore. He held his breath as he went completely silent. But that didn’t last long, as I continued to stroke his cock harshly. Having cum three times, the pleasure was unbearable.

“NO! Stop! No more! Please!” Spider begged me, shaking his head.

I let go of his cock, and pushed the silicone back inside fully as I reached over him and grabbed his face, “Remember this the next time you do something stupid,” With that, I spat in his mouth, which Spider eagerly swallowed. 

I untied the straps but left the cock in his ass. I walked over and climbed over Spider, leaving my pussy in front of his face.

“Come on now, don’t be selfish.”

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

Dancing The Night Away

It is the night of a friends bachelor party for Henry Cavill as his he pulls up parking his car as he exists the drivers seat because his nerves are rising through the room for some reason. He easily waltz through the room as he is entering the door something goes off like a literal arson goes off in his head like day and night everything turns a full three hundred sixty degrees.The afternoon stirs on as a magical display of beauty occurs swooping over the sky in to utter darkness and the world begins to spin out of control and watch him as his head is suddenly aching. He holds it as he backs up from the crowd placing his back to the wall in searing pain as he can’t focus on anyone and anything else at all because it is like tunnel vision.He is look some fucking amazing as his eyes pop back open and he awoke coming too way to early in the morning on the veranda of this lovely veranda at the most privately exclusive hotel. He rolls off his stomach on to his back feeling so sick as he rushes over to the toilet puking his himself to near death as he stood up mindless sliding the glass door open.

This is absolutely oddity feel of sense washes over him at at ridiculous pace knowing fell well that he must be in a fever pit dream of his life on acid or speed. He finally is able to manage to pull the door aside enough for him to walk out on to the main step of the veranda in to our reality. A life well lived is one where we should be all free to be who we are he thinks as he pours himself a cup of proper hot tea thinking about a speech he could have made that night. He sits down on the patio chair left by the rail looking down at the beautiful setting of the world from the gorgeous penthouse of the hotel from up high. He stood up with the cup in his hand sipping as the wind ruffles through his hair, a cock expression took over his face. Like the lights went out in his mind as he walks over to the hotel mirror starts to pose his huge pecs and muscled toned body. He kisses both of his arms staring into the mirror at a reflection that is not following him back and in annoys he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Why are you in my body? Who are you ?”

“You don’t remember do you?”

“Last night!”

“Yeah! Go on”

“I was drugged “

“Someone took me to a strange laboratory “

“What so strange about it?”

“You, the place and more “

“Asshole “

“Anyway! Why do I have a tattoo?”

“It’s my secret! Sssshhhh”

“My body!”

“Uuuggghh! Fine fucker”

“The tattoo was made out of my soul”

“It’s attachment means…”

“You are in me”

“We share a body “

“We are one “

“Yeah we are one “

“Yeah babe”

“Remember of course ?”

“Obviously “

“Take my body for a spin”

“You don’t mine?”

“It’s ours “

“Do me a favor?”

“Go to sleep “

“Yyyeeessss”

“Permanently!”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“God this body is Godly”

“I will make everyone squirm “

“Get bigger “

“Look hotter “

“Change his attitude “

“He can’t do anything to stop me”

“Or prevent me”

“Watch me do my magic”

“Sure have fun”

“You agree “

“Go to town”

“Let’s check out your clothes “

“Ugh! Are you some goody two shoes?”

“Geez! I heard you were a cad”

“What no? A few mistakes “

“That a lie! You are a loathsome fool”

“I am loathsome”

“Mwahahahahaha! Yeah! You are wild “

“Love to party”

“Gay as hell”

“Love to dance “

“Show off body “

“Grow huge”

“Make everyone jealous “

“So damn conceited “

“A nice white tee”

“Tight jeans”

“My ass is popping “

“Look at this globe”

“I want to grope it

“Just fine”

“Better watch it out “

“I’ll poke your eyes out”

“Haha”

“I am shaking my ass”

“So plump”

“Hell yeah!”

“Check it out”

“The less clothes the better “

“Fuck me”

“Oh! Let me drop it “

“I am so hard “

“DAMN!”

the end