#Jessica Talon
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anamoon63 · 11 months ago
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Once upstairs, at the entrance, they run into Jessica Talon, a famous local vampire, not a very soothing presence if you ask me. Strange that she's here at Eugi's, her usual place is Plasma 501. Well, whatever.
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As usual, Pat goes ahead to order drinks, but apparently Lilly arrived first.
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Pat doesn't mind, he finds himself bewitched by Daisy Swizzle, the mixologist.
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stellarwxtchsims · 2 years ago
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jessica talon, running from a dubious past.
jessica moved to the big city to escape her dubious past. as a natural leader, vampires have started being drawn to her presence - upsetting the natural balance of vampires in the city. now she finds herself in a similar situation to the one she left behind. (from the sims 3, late night) 
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smok3inm1rrors · 2 years ago
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TS3 Bridgeport Vampires
(Well most of them. Some creative liberties taken as they would otherwise all be wearing black and/or red and Belisama would be a toddler)
Jessica Talon, Elvira Slayer, Wogan, Belisama, and Morrigan Hemlock, Beau Merrick, Vladimir Schlick, William Fangma
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ettesims · 2 years ago
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vampiresmashorpass · 1 month ago
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 4 months ago
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Lie to me (insp.)
The Outpost (2018-2021)
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thepettymachine · 4 months ago
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oh sweetie, she's not phased by you
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prettygilrlavatars · 5 months ago
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+ 9 avatars Jessica Green (46-55)
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doortotomorrow · 1 year ago
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TALON: the betrayer
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neverscreens · 1 year ago
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— JESSICA GREEN IN THE OUTPOST, SEASON ONE.
One is the Loneliest Number, 109 Screencaps.
Two Heads Are Better Than None, 101 Screencaps.
The Mistress and the Worm, 121 Screencaps.
Strange Bedfellows, 123 Screencaps.
Bones to Pick, 90 Screencaps.
The Book of Names, 98 Screencaps.
The Colipsum Conundrum, 57 Screencaps.
Beyond the Wall, 98 Screencaps.
The Rex Rezicon, 101 Screencaps.
The Dragman is Coming, 121 Screencaps.
All in GALLERIES. Like or reblog if it was useful, every interaction shows us that we should keep making screencaps for y'all ♡
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tatedeco · 2 years ago
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Update
I promised to keep you updated so I am:
Writing part 3 is a lot of fun but it'll take a bit until it's ready. I'm mostly working on turning all the ideas I have into a coherent storyline. I know where I want Nightwing, Jason, Wally and co. to go. Now, it's about connecting the dots.
I'm also (belatedly) answering comments. I'm always amazed by how kind you all are!
So, let me tease a new character who is going to play an important role in part 3. I love Jessica Cruz so much & I hope there is another Jessica Cruz-fan out there who is also excited about this. It might also give you a little idea about the direction part 3 is going in. I've been playing with this idea for so long & I hope you'll like it once it's ready.
Just wanted to let you know that I'm still very much active. <3
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rosethorn108 · 2 years ago
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1x03 - talon and garret
these two - my god
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flirty words
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gme-news · 1 year ago
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ettesims · 2 years ago
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Beau and Jessica have arrived to give Wogan a giant headache.
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fangswbenefits · 1 year ago
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Backfire
Summary: The math is simple: you make Miguel jealous + push him past his breaking point = hot rough sex. Too bad Miguel doesn’t do simple.
Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader
18+. Jealous and possessive Miguel. Edging. Thigh riding. Orgasm denial. Fingering. Creampie.
You should know better than to cross Miguel O’Hara.
It rarely went according to plan, and he’d always end up having the upper hand.
But that still didn’t deter you from trying to change the outcome.
With a dramatic sigh, you flopped onto the couch, swinging your legs over Miguel’s. He shot you a side-glace as the oversized shirt you were wearing, rode up your thighs, barely covering much.
Miguel didn’t mind that you would often steal his shirts, strolling around your shared apartment wearing nothing but one and just panties.
Today was one of those days.
He sprawled one large and warm hand on your knee, caressing it absentmindedly, as he flicked through his pad.
“That new recruit is interesting,” you started, inspecting your nails.
“What recruit?”
“The one from yesterday.”
Miguel’s fingers paused as they were about to trail up your thigh. “Interesting?”
“Cute.”
“Ah.”
You glanced ovet at him, expecting the beginnings of a frown to settle on his face.
Nothing.
The pads of his fingers resumed the light motion, and he kept his gaze fixed on the orange screen.
That was odd.
It usually didn’t take long to rile Miguel up with the threat of other men interacting with you. You absolutely adored teasing him with fake interest in them, knowing it would be enough to make his blood boil.
But it seemed like he wasn’t taking the bait this time.
You needed to up the intensity.
“Maybe I should show him around?”
His middle finger was drawing tiny circles on your skin, but he merely hummed in response.
“… or mentor him?”
He clicked his tongue. “You’d be a terrible mentor.”
You scowled. Deeply.
This wasn not going as planned…
Clearing your throat, you scooted closer to him, the motion causing the shirt to slide further up, now revealing your laced panties.
That caught his attention, crimson eyes darting to the side.
“Terrible mentor?” you huffed dramatically with a pout. “I think he would be better off with me than with Jessica.”
You exchanged looks, both knowing that was a ridiculous statement.
“You get too distracted,” he said, patting your thigh gently. “… and are too distracting,” he added, eyes landing on your panties.
Oh.
You smiled inwardly, tasting the sweetness of victory firing up your heart. Shoving his hand away, you shifted to straddle one of his thighs, lacing your arms behind his neck.
“He’s really attractive,” you teased once again, locking eyes with his.
Miguel set the pad aside and brought his fingers to grip your chin, staring intensely at you. “What are you doing?”
“Me? Nothing!” you feigned confusion, slightly dragging your panties across his sweatpants.
He clicked his tongue, placing the other hand on your hip and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re too obvious.”
The feel of fabric on fabric only added to the delicious friction on your clit, and you smiled deviously. His muscles underneath you flexed ever so slightly, providing more tension.
“Maybe I should meet him tomorrow dressed like this.”
It was faint, but you spotted something crossing his eyes, his lips pressed firmly into a fine line.
There you go, Miguel, you cheered.
He let go of your chin and had the talon on his index finger protrude, grazing the collar of his shirt, before sliding down slowly, popping each button effortlessly.
You kept grinding on his thigh, feeling a gush of wetness spill into your underwear, sipping through and damping him.
Once he was done slicing off every single button you whined, sticking out your lower lip. “That was my favourite shirt!”
“It’s my shirt.”
The sudden exposure was enough to harden your nipples, earning a glance from him, as your breasts bounced softly with each sway of your hips.
You leaned in to whisper into his ear. “I’m yours, too, yet you don’t seem to mind that I hang out with other men.”
The hand on you hip slid all the way to your lower abdomen, and his fingers started teasing the hem of your panties.
“Ah. So this is what you’re doing,” he said with a nod, flexing the muscles in contact with you, earning a low gasp from your parted lips.
“Took you long enough.”
“Didn’t take me long at all, cariño,” he whispered, dipping his fingers to meet your swollen clit. “You’re not that subtle.”
You had unlace your arms around his nack and place both hands on his shoulders to keep your balance.
“You’re riding my thigh while mentioning other men,” he continued, spreading your own wetness across your folds and clit. “You want to rile me up.”
You arched your back into his touch, slowly edging yourself. “Me?”
“You want to ride something else.”
Touché.
At this point, you were too entranced in his fingers to even bother denying it. You let one of your hands drop to his lap, feeling his impressive erection straining to be set free.
One finger teased your entrance and you bucked your hips, desperate for him to slide it in.
His cock twitched under your palm and you glanced down to see a growing wet spot right where his tip was.
He slid one finger first, and soon added a second one, and you let out a strained sigh of relief.
You squeezed hard on his shoulder, holding on for the intense wave of pleasure that was about to hit you the moment you began riding him.
His other free hand snaked in between you two, cupping on of hour breasts, before brushing his thumb across your nipple.
“You’re already close.”
It wasn’t a question.
Miguel knew your body like he knew the entire layout of Nueva York. Months of fucking you had gifted with with unmatched knowledge of what made you tick and yearn for more.
You kept a steady grip on both his cock abd shoulder, trying your best to ready yourself for the impending orgasm that kept drawing closer and closer as he grazed the heel of his hand against your clit.
He growled into your ear as you pressed your face against his, breath coming out in shallow pants.
You were so close.
Your hand pulled down the waistband of his pants, and half of his cock emerged, pressed firmly against his lower abdomen, leaking strings of precum.
The wet sounds that filled the room were borderline obscene, which only served to heighten your pleasure.
Desperate rolls of your hips met his hand and you moaned out his name when he slipped a third finger.
The familiar coils of an orgasm slowly consuming your entire body had you dropping your head on his shoulder, whimpering loudly, ready to welcome your sought after high.
But as quickly as it came, it was soon over.
Miguel immediately removed his fingers from inside your squeezing pussy at once and had you pushed down flat on your stomach against the couch in no time.
“What the fuck!” you growled, the side of your face pressed into the pillow with both hands pinned behind your back.
You felt his hot breath in your hear. “You really thought I’d let you cum after that little stunt you pulled?”
Despair rained down on you as your walls clenched around nothing. “Miguel… what the fuck! Put them back!”
He was much stronger and bigger than you, so he had effectively rendered you immobile rather easily.
“I will once you promise me one thing,” his breath fanned your skin, raising goosebumps along your entire body.
You’d do anything to have him back inside you in that moment.
Anything.
“What is it?”
He gave one asscheek an almost painful squeeze. “Promise me you’ll never fuck anyone else.”
Your clit pulsed rapidly against your drenched folds and you tried to set free from his grasp, but all to no avail.
“Miguel…”
He then clipped your panties off with one talon. His hand dipped between your legs and he pressed his thumb against your entrance, causing your hips to jerk in a desperate attempt at more friction.
“Promise me.”
You bit down on your lip, frustration consuming you whole, as tears began to sting your eyes.
“Prométeme,” he growled.
Your lips parted in a sudden gasp once he slipped two fingers slowly inside, causing you to immediately clamp down around him.
“Yes… yes!” you then growled, trying your best to ride his fingers once again and pumping in and out of you at a steady pace.
He kept his other hand gripping your wrists tightly against your back, making sure you were kept in place.
“Qué maravilla,” he said lowly, but you could detect faint sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Slowly but surely, eased his pressure on you, giving your hips enough freedom to have you jerk against him, your pussy eagerly squeezing his fingers.
He eventually let go of your wrists and you brought your hands to grip the fabric of the couch, moaning loudly with each thrust.
You were getting close to the edge once more, not bothering to sound coherent anymore.
The closer you got to your orgasm, the more you frantically rode him.
“I’m… I’m…” you gasped loudly, eyes fluttering shut.
Miguel pressed a kiss to your temple. “I know.”
And his fingers were gone.
The beginning of your orgasm slipped away from you as if you were trying to catch smole with bare hands.
This time, you flipped and were ready to pounce him, frustration overtaking all your senses.
But Miguel’s reflexes were sharp as ever and he immediately caught both your wrists, pinning your back against the couch.
“Fuck you!” you spat, lips quivering from anger. “I promised!”
He settled between your squirming legs, as he pinned both your arms over your head.
“You didn’t sound convincing enough,” he said simply, rubbing your pulse point with his thumbs.
“Fuck you!”
He chuckled. “I know you want to, but I need assurances, cariño.”
You glared at him furiously, wanting nothing more than to hurt him the way he was hurting you, tears still streaming down your face.
“I promise… I won’t fuck anyone else…”
His cock bounced freely from his pants and he positioned the tip covered in precum against your clit.
“And you won’t try to make me jealous again.”
You rose your hips, hoping it would cause his to align with your entrance instead.
“I won’t. Ever,” you sobbed sheepishly.
He then pushed inside you effortlessly, glaring down at where your bodies were connected, watching in marvel as your pussy swallowed all of him in no time.
You were too overstimulated at this point to keep playing the waiting game, so you promptly rolled your hips, and squeezed tightly around his cock.
“Frustration suits you,” he mocked with a growl, allowing you to bounce on his cock freely.
“Fuck off…” you groaned, bringing your hand down to rub your clit.
He quickly shoved it away, scowling. “You don’t want me to make you cum?”
“You’ve been edging me for too long… I need to…” your voice died down as he pressed your clit flat with the pad of his thumb.
You jerked involuntarily as he repeated the motion, climbing the steep height of pleasure, hoping you’d reach its peak this time.
“Cum first,” he growled, his own hips snapping to meet yours. “I need to feel you squeezing me.”
You hated how his command was what brought you iver the edge, the initial contractions of your orgasm breaking the motion of your hips, violently enveloping in an overwhelming and blinding surge of unmatched bliss.
Miguel kept rubbing your clit, earning stronger squeezes from you. “Keep going…”
Your back arched and you felt yourself sliding along his cock until he was all the way in. He let out a strangled grunt, and that let you know he had reached his peak, too.
He tried to set a broken rhythm as he came deep inside you, but your grip on his cock was too paralysing for him to move.
As clarity began to clean your dazed mind, you watched as Miguel squeezed his eyes shut and parted his lips to reveal his fangs, drowning in intense pleasure.
He nearly lost balance and fell on top of you, but steadied himself in time, still buried deep.
“I fucking hate you,” you groaned, trying to control your breathing.
He shuddered one last time, panting heavily, but still managing to put on a mocking smile. “You love hate fucking me.”
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 2 months ago
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"I just need to know if he has a kinj or not."
The Outpost S03E05 Under Yavalla's Control.
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