#New Moon oneshot

[i-simp-4-psychopaths]

SolarMoon Shitpost 3/Fic art

Based off one of my Oneshots from my AO3 oneshot book

ignore the half assed shading job

[daydreamwritting]

Hi! Any thoughts about Jasper, please 🙏

This was so vague that I’ve been sitting on this for a few weeks because I have a lot of thoughts about this man. Here are some moments I came up with, things I’d imagine that take place on those normal days around Forks <3 hope you enjoy!

First off, any hobby you like is also his hobby. And if he doesn’t end up liking it he sure as hell is funding it because he loves seeing you happy. Even if it all goes to waste when you abandon one project for the next one.

He’d probably take you on more hikes you thought were physically possible. Insistent that you don’t get out in nature enough to just take a breather. He makes sure to find good trails with spot to sit and explore, knowing you’ll be extra happy if there’s a waterfall. You slowly join his family’s “hiking days” on sunny days as much as your parents allow. Even though the hiking/camping trips were always the excuse, you and Jasper ironically spent most of those days doing just that. I mean, when else are you suppose to hike? Between school, homework, and supernatural threats, there’s not enough time in the day!

When it comes to your protection it’s always a bit hard for him. All he wants to do is stand in front of you and protect you from any dangers of the world, but he knows that you can stand your own ground, and he lets you, especially when it comes to you bickering with his siblings. Whole arguments have been made by asking if Jasper is such a bad gentleman that he can’t open a car door which lead to the whole I’m my own person and am fully capable of opening my own door argument. For a bunch of old vampires, some of them truly argued like teenagers.

He 100% uses his gift on you. Of course he respect you and your boundaries if you want him to back off. But sometimes you’ll be stubborn and tell him to back off and he has to politely explain that you literally look like you’re going to pass out and if you don’t calm down in the next ten seconds he will do it anyways because your physical safety comes first.

Being with you meant being around your best friend, something Jasper was nervous about in the beginning, he’s not very familiar with the human friend department. However, he was relieved to find out your best friend is a lot like you. Easily fitting in with both of you and your activities. He often joined you two when going to the library or shopping. You also learned there’s a whole lot more board games you guys can play with three people. Board games became a specialty when hanging out with your best friend since Edward, Alice, and sometimes even Emmett cheat. They are impossible to play with.

Your favorite days were the rainy ones. Jaspers bedroom had floor to ceiling windows and you practically demanded he put a bed in there so you can get all cozy and watch the rain fall and totally not to use as an excuse for cuddling. You got what you wished for and you and Jasper started an exclusive book club with just the two of you. In rainy days, you’d read a book together and talk about it. Of course you can’t stand reading out loud so you insist on getting two copies of every book so you could both read at your own pace. Jasper thought this was silly as first, but understood the appeal when he laid down next to you on the bed and started reading to the relaxing sound of rain in the background. It was nice, and almost distracted him from the rest of the chatter he was forced to hear around the rest of the house.

[wereh0gz]

Kinda wanna write little comics abt sonic being a werehog in a mundane setting. Like going into the Experience of being a werehog (mostly my hcs of it) like weird new habits/instincts, how his heightened senses affect his perception of things, how his friends might react to it, that kinda thing. In general exploring how it affects him and how he deals with it post-unleashed

[projectnewmoon]

Project: New Moon - Headcanon

Sonic was a feral child in the sense that he spent large chunk his most formative years in the wild without anyone to raise him.

Although he's technically rejoined society and has even become a world-renowned hero, his years as a feral child have greatly affected him even in adulthood. It's lead to a lot of his eccentricities, like his habit of disappearing for long periods of time without telling anyone, and some of his animalistic traits (which were later exacerbated by the return of his Werehog form). It's also lead to a lot of struggles growing up, like difficulty speaking and communicating in general as a child.

He does not know where he truly came from, who his parents are, where they could be, or even if they're still alive. He also doesn't have any legal documentation of his existance (ie. birth certificate, ID, social security number, etc.) He doesn't care about any of these facts much, however. Getting any legal documents is a pain he'd rather avoid, and he's got a family in Tails and the rest of his friends, so he doesn't feel the need to seek any of these things out.

[nev3rfound]

drunk text me : s.g

loosely inspired by the song ‘drunk text me’ by lexi jayde. but this one has a happier ending for the end of 2022. 

masterlist / permanent taglist / etsy shop

feel free to send requests in as I am still lovesick over mk and oscar Isaac in general.

also wanna say thank you for all the support this year, it’s been a wild one for sure! 

Swirling the near empty glass in hand, your name being called is a faint mumble as you remain lost in thought.

A gentle nudge finally brings you back to the cocktail bar that you were dragged along to for celebrations. “Y/n, you still there, babes?” Your friend chuckles, giving your other friend a knowing look as you sigh heavily into the glass.

“Yeah,” You glumly answer, barely lifting your head up to see two deep-set frowns aimed your way. “come on, leave me alone.” Lifting the glass up, you swallow the last of the drink now heavily diluted from the melted ice.

Quick to signal the waitress, your friend orders another round of drinks, something you can’t help but feel is not the wisest idea.

“We didn’t say anything!” Your other friend holds her hands up in protest with a tipsy smile crossing her face. “You’re the one looking like you’re at a funeral, it’s fucking New Year’s Eve!” She reminds you, motioning vastly to those around you and the banners littering the walls.

Rubbing your hand across your face it already feels heavy from the four rounds gone since you arrived. Behind you there’s a couple, talking about how much they love one another and the mere thought is making your drink want to reappear in your glass.

“It’s just not fair, you know?” It sounds whiny, and you know all too well this is not what they brought you out for or to hear all night. “Who sends a text saying ‘I’ve got to leave the country’ and never texts again, like, what?” You babble, reaching for the brightly coloured drink with the umbrella sticking out that the waitress places down.  

“I know hun, it’s not right and he was a dick for that.” Your friend pats your shoulder. “So even after all this time, not a word?”

Shaking your head in response, your body sways from the movement. “You deserve better.” She raises her glass, motioning for you to join.

The three of you hold your glasses up. “To better dick in 2023.” You cheer along half heartedly, trying not to think about the man who brought you nothing but joy for six months of the year.

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Sitting in the darkness of the flat, Steven listens to the growing sound of celebrations outside whilst his thoughts cloud his mind.

“Hey, it’s almost New Year, buddy.” Marc chimes in from Gus’ fish tank with a half smile. “Onwards and upwards, you know?”

Steven scoffs, turning away from the fish tank, and walks over to his book covered desk. “I just should’ve told her sooner.” He admits with a sigh. “She deserved so much better than that and I can’t even show my face.”

Marc huffs internally, tired of watching this back and forth Steven keeps having with himself. “I’m all for it, man, I told you so when we got back from Cairo.” Marc reminds him. “Big birds gone, you can do what or who you want!”

“It’s not that simple though, Marc!” Steven quietly lashes out, wanting to add so much more but he can hear his phone vibrating from his desk.

Rushing over, he pushes his books aside without a care until the light pokes through the pages. Your name and a daft photo of you illuminate his screen as he shakily lifts it up.

“H-hello?” He can barely hear as he calls out your name, the raucous of screams and shouts following you through the line.

“Can you hear me?” You practically yell, and Steven can feel his anxiety peaking; you’re just drunk. “Steven?” You repeat his name once more, stepping outside of the venue, and quickly glancing back to make sure your friends haven’t followed you. “Are, are you there?”

Now outside, you can feel the bitter chill of London. Wrapping one arm around yourself, you lean against the wall for support now feeling the cocktails going straight to your head.

“I’m here.” Steven responds. “Why, erm, how come you called?” He knows it’s a stupid question, you probably didn’t mean to call, why would you?

You interrupt Steven from his downward spiral. “I miss you, I, I know it’s stupid 'cause you’re the one who fucking ghosted me, like who does that anyway? But you did it anyway and I miss you being around. I miss a lotta things but you’re one of them.” It all comes pouring out, you’re unsure if it even makes sense but Steven, he can hear you perfectly.

“I am such a dick, I know.” Steven buries his face into his free hand, groaning loudly. “And I am sorry, Y/n. I truly am. I get it if you never wanna see me again, I’ll keep outta your way and-”

“Hold on.” You stop him from proceeding, holding your hand out in front of you like he was there in person. “You, you’re back?” You ask, now blankly staring at the street full of people.

‘Well done, Steven.’ Marc chuckles dryly.

Huh, yeah I, I got back two days ago?” His voice rises an octave as he clutches the phone tightly in his hand. “Y/n?” Pulling the phone away, he’s still on the call with you. “You, you there?” He asks again, more stressed this time.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Steven Grant, you’re back?!” You almost scream down the line, followed by a laugh.

Smiling wearily, Steven nods to himself. “I, yeah.” He answers. “But like I said, I’ll stay well out of you’re way I don’t wanna make things awkward for you with work or,”

“No, no, Steven, stop, please.” Once more you can’t help but cut him off. Maybe it’s the alcohol giving you the push you’ve been needing or you don’t want to spend another minute without him in your life. “I want to see you, I want you to be the one I call when I’m drunk like this or when I’ve had a lousy day at work. I just, I want you to be there, and I want to be there for you too.”

The lines goes quiet now, but from Steven.

“If that was too much, maybe forget I said it?” You quietly request, mentally recalling what you just said.

“Where are you?” He asks, not missing a beat.

Looking up, you repeat the name of the bar. “Why?” Your smile begins to rise again as you listen to the sound of rustling and movements through the phone.

“Just stay there for me, yeah? Don’t go wandering off like you do when you’ve had those cocktails.” Steven remembers, and your heart starts to warm as you hear his front door slam shut, followed by him apologising to it.

“Okay.” It leaves your lips in a whisper as he says goodbye.

The door to the bar opens in a hurry, and a long sigh of relief is heard. “There you are, christ, had us worried!” Your friends walk out, one of them struggling in her heels. “It’s almost midnight, you can’t miss this.” She tugs on your arm, but you remain glued to the spot.

“I just needed some air.” You shrug. “I’ll be back in time, don’t you worry. Go on in, I’ll be there soon.”

Unconvinced, she walks back in, but your other friend hovers a moment longer.

“You called him, didn’t you.” She raises a brow, knowing how to read you all too well. When you nod, she simply chuckles and brings you into a tight hug. “Just let him know, if he dares ghost you again, we’ll make him an actual ghost, okay?”

Chuckling, you thank her before returning to the waiting game of staring at your phone, watching the minutes count down as it nears midnight.

“Scuse me, sorry!” Your ears perk up to that voice as it becomes louder and clearer.

Practically running the corner, Steven has yet to spot you as he tugs on his creased shirt and brushes his curls out from his face.

Whilst he remains oblivious to you, you can’t help but note how he’s still Steven, even after vanishing three months ago.

You watch Steven looking around aimlessly until you shyly raise your hand like it’s the first date and he can’t pick you out. But once his eyes find yours, he knows he’ll never have an issue finding you again.

“Y/n?” Steven happily sighs as he quickly approaches you, mentally debating if to go for a hug or a handshake or-

Not giving him a chance to decide, you wrap your arms around his neck tightly. “Hi, Steven.” You mumble into him, slowly feeling his hands wrap around your back, squeezing you tightly in response. “Thanks for coming back.”

Slowly easing his hold on you, his toothy grin expands. “I’m sorry I let you go, I,”

Steven is interrupted as cheers from inside intensify. “Almost midnight.” You remind him. “You were saying?”

“Right,” Steven nods. “there’s so much I need to explain to you, and if you’ll let me that is, but I don’t want to lose you, not for good.”

“You, you want me back?” It sounds so uncertain from your tongue, but Steven lifts his hand up to cradle your cheek.

“I never wanted to let you go in the first place, and for that, I’ll forever be making it up to you.” He explains, just as everyone inside begins to count down. “And I don’t want to go into this New Year without you, as cheesy as that makes me sound.” He laughs, hearing Marc cringe at that comment.

Resting your hand over his, you smile into his embrace. “Good job I like you, Steven Grant.” You lean closer as the countdown hits 0, kissing him through the cheers and fireworks all around, knowing you’d be starting the new year fresh with Steven by your side.

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[currentlyreadingawesomefanfics]

MEET THE ARTIST!

( But it’s very late… )

Long overdue meet the artist because I was struggling on making a sona for it—

I am the owner of this magical blog and I like creating silly little worlds! As I get more confident I will post more content outside of the Somnolent AU! I have a BUNCH of AU content that exist in my massive multiverse that goes beyond just the fnaf fandom!

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Somnolent AU:

Moon was going about his business as usual. Chatting with his brother, taking care of kids, and helping the staff when a small boy was placed under his care. Oh, where would this lead?

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An Au idea I got from the word “Somnolent” which means ”feeling sleepy or drowsy.” And the main point would be Moon being Gregory’s protector but the difference is that he’s still actively being affected by the virus and has moments where he loses control- Gregory can counter this by shutting his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

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[seventh-district]

it’s finally getting cold enough that i can bring my cardigan collection back into rotation without feeling like i’m gonna melt into a puddle the second i step outside!!!

[theblackhate]

Some clarification about my blog

Welcome to my blog! If you don't follow me on Ao3, I recommend doing so because the one-shots published here will be exclusive scenes of the fanfiction that i write there!

[ljf613]

Leftover sales for @crossroadszine are open, which means that I can now share my Yue x La fic, New Moon's Rising, with y'all. (The full fic can be read here.)

“Excuse me, have you seen m-” She tries to say my husband, but the words catch in her throat. There’s been no wedding. They’ve neither joined hands nor shared a cup. There will be no children. (At least, she doesn’t think so-- she’s not sure if spirits can even have children.) She hasn’t even met him, not properly. And yet, they’re married. That knowledge has been carved onto her heart-- she knows the truth of it as well as she knows her own name. The Moon and the Ocean have been bound together since time immemorial. And she is the Moon now.

(The lovely fanart is courtesy of @taizei-draws!)

[teecupangel]

I just realized that I use hanakotoba in my fics far too much.

My AC fics alone has:

the entire title of The White Aster of Masyaf

All Asters: Memories, Recollection/Reminiscence, Change, Same Feeling/Sentiment/Opinion, Believing in Love

Exclusive to White Asters: Please Believe Me

Ezio taking care of pink bougainvilleas in The King

Ezio sighed as he gently poured water over the pink bougainvilleas that were unofficially ‘his’. He had been the one taking care of them since he started to join Moussa in caring for the indoor garden. It wasn’t like there was anything else they could do but wait after all. In the past couple of months, Lara had been put into the Animus twice but that was all.

All Bougainvilleas: Passion, You are All I See

Exclusive to Pink Bougainvilleas: Overflowing with Charm, You are Full of Charm

The small white flowers (baby breath) Desmond planted in fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum

These flowers were just about to bloom such nice small white flowers all bundled together.

They were simple yet Desmond quite liked them.

Baby Breath: Innocent, Gentle/Kind, Happiness, Gratitude, Pure Heart, Trance/Ecstasy (like a dream-like state of pleasure)

And now, my next multi-chaptered AltDes has this:

“No, I… do not think so.” Malik shook his head before admitting, “It’s just… the flower carved on the lid…”

“I’ve seen it before. I believe it’s a native flower from where the Crusaders are from.” Malik informed them, his eyes trained on the box even as Altaïr placed it back inside the light red bag. Malik finally raised his face to stare at Altaïr as he said, “They call it St. John’s wort. They say it’s good for minor cuts and they’re usually burned during midsummer eve to drive away evil spirits.”

“Oh. That’s nice.” Kadar smiled brightly before tilting his head when he noticed Malik’s frown, “What’s wrong, Malik?”

“To the Crusaders, yes, it’s more or less a blessed plant but I know a foreign merchant that sells dried flowers of them.” Malik informed them, “He said, in his country, that flower symbolizes sadness.”

“Sadness?” Kadar repeated with wide eyes.

“‘To stop the sadness or to heal the sadness…” Malik recited before saying, “Those were the two main meanings of that flower.”

St. John’s wort: Secret, To Stop The Sadness/Sorrow, To Heal The Sadness/Sorrow

(I'm not counting Yew Branches since I used the western meaning of yew for that one)

(I guess I should be happy that Zero Eclipse didn't get hit by my hanakobota weakness. Then again... it's filled to the brim with Vega-Altaïr symbolism and I mainly use the tanabata star-crossed lover story for that one)

All flower images came from here

[darlenicy]

looking for a proofreader

okay so I decided that I will finally sit down and write fanfiction again. I never wrote fanfictions about winx before and since english is not my first language I’d definitely need someone to proofread it. If you are interested, just pm me! 

[the-royalscientists]

<<May have,,,, writing planned for the plot,,,,.,.,…,>>

[wereh0gz]

Not feeling great abt some of my creative endeavors rn

[projectnewmoon]

Project: New Moon - Headcanon

Sonic wears knee braces to help lessen persistent joint pain when he runs. Transforming into a beast worsens that pain for a bit, but he tends to just ignore it as much as he can. He's gotten used to doing that after many adventures and many more injuries.

He keeps on running just as much as he used to, if not more, in spite of the pain and others' (mostly Tails') insistence that he slows down for his own health. He just brushes it off most of the time.

[zay-does-things]

Everybody's here!

regrettably, there are more Jellicle cats out there than Andrew Lloyd Webber warned you about. some of them have even been hiding in plain sight.

(answer key in alt text. if you recognized 40/40 you're lying.)

[i2sunric]

𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘 (s.jy)

PAIRING: horny!jake x succubus!reader (f)

SUMMARY: jake has always been an hyper sexual type boy, always seeking relief in the depth of night. but his hand isn't as satisfying anymore and neither are his toys, and in his moment of desperation, you appear like a gift sent from heaven (or hell).

WARNINGS: kinktober. succubus (a sexual demon), masturbating, pillow humping, riding, overstimulation, messy blow job, jake is kinda sub, doggy, missionary, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), cream pie, dirty talking, manhandling, (idk if there’s a slight cnc?), slight choke kink, jake whines and whimpers (we like), cum eating, oral (m receiving), pussy licking, pet names (jakey, baby), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 20th October 2024

WC: 2.9k

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a/n: i literally have 8 drafts for kinktober but i’m not sure i’ll be able to finish them all (sorry). i don’t even really like how this one came out but i thought i owned y’all some new fics since i’ve been ia for a while. please REBLOG to spread bcs only likes don’t take authors so far. thank you 🩷

Jake was resting on his bed, or so he tried to. His back was against the mattress, the only light illuminating the room was the one of the moon, entering from the window as if to peek to his desperation.

Fact was, he had been a painful hard on the whole day and fate wanted that he couldn’t seem to make himself come.

It was true when they said that as you overdo something, you grow tired of it, because his hand had stopped working a couple of weeks before, which led him to the sex shop downtown to purchase a couple of toys.

And they worked, for the following couple of days until the empty feeling after jerking off hadn’t come back.

“Ugh…” He muttered to himself, he was desperate at this point.

His entire body felt hot with arousal, the air around him getting stuffy. It was a wonder how his hand hadn’t fallen off from all the wanking he had done in the past week.

Jake was left with a raging bulge making fun of him through the fabric of his sweats, his cock so hard it was even painful to exist.

He grabbed his phone from off to the side, opening up the internet in hopes of finding something to satisfy his needs. He began scrolling on a pornography site, a small sigh escaping from his mouth as he quickly found something he liked.

It was a rather soft porn, just a ‘morning sex’ one, he skipped all the intro until it got to the good part.

Jake slowly pulled down his sweats, just enough to free his cock from the restraints of the clothing.

He hadn’t even worn his boxers to bed, feeling suffocated.

He raised the volume of the video, holding his phone with one hand while he started to touch himself with the other.

He was sensitive, slowly pumping his shaft up and down. As the moans of the video got louder and the boy fucked the girl harder into the mattress, he too tried to fast his pace— and nothing.

Jake continued his search, even going to the hidden pictures of his galleries where he kept screenshots of his favourite porns of all times.

Nothing seemed to work on him, nothing brought him enough pleasure to get him off.

Jake groaned loudly and threw his phone on the mattress, far away from him.

He stared at his cock as if it had personally offended him, it stood proud and angry red in front of him.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

If hand didn’t work, and neither did the kinky toys he got, he’d have to try the traditional way of fucking a pillow.

He grabbed the pillow from behind his head and turned around, his chest now pressed onto the mattress.

Jake rested his head on the other, smaller pillow while he raised his backside, enough to make a makeshift hole of the pillow.

He inserted his aching cock and thrusted his hips, slowly. The fabric of the pillow touching his length made him moan softly. He tried to imagine someone being under him, someone letting him rut his cock inside of them.

Just as he focused on the small pleasure he got, a giggle made his eyes widen in surprise.

Peeking from behind his shoulder, he noticed a red figure.

“What—“ Jake turned around, covering his dignity with the pillow (as if he wasn’t just grinding on it). There was no way someone had entered his bedroom, or his house in general. He remembered he had locked all the doors before going to bed, so how did you get inside?

You stood in front of the bed, looking at him with a wide smile on your face. Your skin was reddish, and you had small horns on your head, as well as a tail moving left and right, as if you were amused by the scene you had just witnessed.

“Hey,” You purred, waving your hand at him “Having fun there?”

“Who are you?” He asked, moving into a sitting position “Or… what are you?”

Your body was barely covered by a brown top and a pair shorts of the same colour, making your curves and body perfectly visible.

Lord, if you weren’t such an arousing sight. Had he been in the right mind, and not clouded by lust, he would’ve realised you were a succubus.

A demon that got its power from having sex with desperate men in the middle of the night, taking strength by their semen. Your body was meant to make him horny.

“Don’t worry about it...” You raised a brow, as if to ask, him for his name.

Jake understood and cleared his throat “Jake.”

You smiled happily “Jake, what a pretty name for a pretty boy!” You exclaimed.

“I am Y/N.” You introduced yourself, placing a hand on your chest, clearly making his attention go to your tits.

He nodded in reply, his eyes ranking over your figure warily “So.. what are you?”

You just rolled your eyes. “It doesn’t matter, I’m here to help you.” You bit your bottom lip “Don’t hide from me.”

Jake glanced down at where the pillow was hiding his lower body and let out a shaky breath.

He debated whether to listen to you or try and get some more answers out of you— but you were so willingly giving your help to him, he couldn’t just refuse you. Not after he had waited for this moment so long.

Cautiously, he removed the pillow, showing his cock that sprang free.

Your eyes widened and your mouth watered. “Aren’t you huge?” You complimented, loving the way it throbbed at your comment.

Just the sight of your perfect body made some precum leak from the tip, and you knew he must’ve been so pent up he was suffering.

“You don’t have a pussy to bury your pretty cock in?” You purred, slowly crawling on the bed.

“N-no.” Jake replied.

“It’s okay,” You stated, slowly pumping his shaft “You can use mine.”

Just your mere touch made his mind grow foggy, your pretty palm wrapped around his length.

He moaned softly as you spat on it, using your saliva to lubricate the skin.

Jake’s eyes fluttered shut, it just felt so good to finally be touched by something that wasn’t his own hand, and he whimpered when your mouth wrapped around him.

It was so warm and it felt so good, the way you slowly moved up and down, bobbing your head to pleasure him.

Without even him realising, his hand had moved to your hair, grasping your locks as he thrusted upwards.

In a way, you liked how desperate he was. Your power was lowering the past few days and he was just what you needed— a horny college student in desperate need of filling some nice pussy.

Oh, if only he knew your true intentions.

His hips began to move as he held you still, fucking your mouth like you were a flesh light. Though you felt even better.

You gagged around his length and the sound only fuelled his contorted desires. “Mh— fuck.” He moaned, his hips snapping back and forth “So good,” Jake breathed out “So fucking good.”

You decided to hollow your cheeks and let him use you, one of your hands moving inside your panties to lazily circle your clit. You were already dripping wet, while he was leaking precum inside your mouth, filling your taste buds with a bittersweet taste.

“I’m so close, M’gonna— Oh!” He groaned loudly as he shot his thick load down your throat, his cock pulsating inside your mouth as he pushed your head down further. You palmed his balls, just adding to the overwhelming pleasure he felt.

You could almost feel him whole down your throat, you frowned as you tried your best not to gag around it.

After a couple of seconds, he let you go, his breath heavy as he tried to regain strength.

You pulled away and licked your lips, loving the sweet taste of his cum.

And as you looked down, you noticed he was already hard. You widened your eyes, a smirk forming on your lips.

But Jake wasn’t as lust-high as he had been when you found him humping his night pillow, and he sat up properly.

With one swift movement he grabbed your throat, making sure not to squeeze it too tight and he pressed his plump lips on yours.

As surprised as you were, you quickly recovered and reciprocated the kiss, teeth crashing and tongues swiping one on the other.

His free hand snuck between your thighs, feeling your wetness, making him swallow your moan.

“So wet for me, mh?” Jake murmured on your lips, helping you out of your tight shorts “Let me give you back your favours.”

You felt his finger press against your entrance but you stopped him. You certainly didn’t need any prepping, the only thing you needed was him shooting his cum deep inside of you.

But that, he didn’t need to know, so you just whined “Need you inside of me Jakey, please.”

“Yeah?” He retrieved his hand, manhandling you into the mattress. He crashed your head on the pillow - yes, the one he was fucking just a few minutes before - and held your ass up.

It was cute how he thought he was in charge, but you didn’t mind being dominated, so you let him be.

He opened your asscheeks with his slender fingers and licked a long stripe out of your folds, making you moan.

“Hurry,” You pressed your backside further into his face, making Jake slap your asscheek.

Had your skin not been already red, his slap would’ve left an angry mark. But you liked it, so you pressed your ass against him again.

Jake groaned, slapping the same asscheek that left a burning sensation cursing through your body.

He moved up, quickly discarding his shirt and sweatpants, throwing them somewhere on the floor. “Want a condom?” You almost laughed at his question, reaching a hand to pull him close, you hissed “Give it to me raw.”

He felt himself grow even harder at your dirty talk, he pumped his shaft and pressed it against your clit, gathering all your sweet juices.

You hummed softly at the teasing, needing him to be inside of you, that thick cock to press against your cervix and making you see the heaven you weren’t allowed in.

With one quick thrust, Jake slammed all of himself inside of you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

It was true that you didn’t need any prepping, having done this for a living - literally - but you felt him whole, “S’deep.” You sighed.

Jake moaned at how your walls hugged him, squeezing any drop of precum, swallowing his full length.

He pulled out just to slam back inside, gripping your asscheeks. “Fuck,” He breathed out, his pace already quickening as he tried to chase both of your highs.

“You like it deep, baby?” He asked, “You like it feeling me so deep inside of ya?”

You nodded, reaching your hand behind to touch him, but Jake got ahold of your wrists and held both of them behind your back.

The position would’ve been uncomfortable if you weren’t so aroused, it’d been a while since you were fucked hard and Jake seemed like the best victim you had in ages.

“Pussy so good,” He grunted, eyes squeezing as he felt himself near the edge “So fucking perfect, baby.”

You tried to peek at him from behind your shoulder, and Jake noticed. He gave you a sly wink and let go of your wrists, pulling out of you to turn you around.

Your back was now on the mattress, the human spread your legs wide as he aligned with your entrance once again.

He positioned your legs on his shoulders and quickly got inside again, as if he were addicted to being in you, his balls slapped against your ass.

“Better, ain’t it?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down to you to kiss his lips “I get to see your pretty face as I fill you up with my cum.” The angle you were bent was awkward but you didn’t really care.

The thought made you clench around him and Jake groaned in your mouth, his cock rutting fast and deep.

The squelching sound of skin slapping filled the room, for once Jake was glad of owning a house and not an apartment, or the neighbours would’ve had already come to complain.

He held your throat with his veiny hands, adding just the right amount of pressure to make you light-headed.

“Jakey,” You breathed out, mouth agape “Want your cum, give it to me.”

Your words only fuelled his desire, he sped his movements - if it was even possible - his face contorted in pleasure as he felt his orgasm approach.

“Yes, yes, M’gonna give it to you, baby,” He chanted out, his cock throbbing “Fuck— I’m gonna fill you up so good.”

He rested his forehead against your shoulder and squeezed your clothed breast, kneading at the soft flesh.

His movements became sloppy until with one last, deep thrust he came deep inside of you.

“Yes!” You breathed out, as his cum flooded inside of you, you could feel yourself growing stronger, your powers returning.

Jake’s movements grew slower until they stopped, his laboured breath tickled your skin.

He was tired, strangely so, he pulled out of you and laid beside you “Shit, this was the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

His eyes closed as exhaustion washed over him, but you weren’t done.

Oh, you were far from done.

First, you hadn’t come yet and second, you needed more of his semen.

You climbed on top of him, smiling at his fucked up state. He looked so pretty with messy hair, swollen lips and red cheeks.

Jake slowly opened his eyes, widening them a little as he took you in “Y/N? What are you— Fuck.”

He groaned loudly as you fisted his softened cock, wanting him to get hard again so you could ride him.

“S-stop.” He gripped your hand but you were stronger than him now, shoving it away “Shh, I’ll make you feel good, pinky promise.”

You chuckled within yourself, slowly grinding your wet pussy on his hardening length.

Jake sighed, his hands lazily holding your hips “You need to cum, baby?”

You hummed, your fingers grazing his happy trail “Mh… yes, will you make me?”

Jake nodded, his eyes half lidded “I can use my tongue, no need to…” He grunted as you lifted yourself and held his dick up, slowly lowering on him.

As you bottomed out, you moaned, the shadow of his bulge peeking through your stomach.

You threw your head back, his cock sliding in and out easily thanks to your wetness and his previous orgasm still lingering inside of you.

“M-too sensitive baby, please…” You chuckled, “You can take another one.”

His brows furrowed as you alternated between moving up and down and grinding him, his nails digging in the skin of your hips.

“So? Can you take another one, mh?” Jake sighed, nodding his head weakly “Y-yes.”

“Atta’ boy.” You exclaimed, rewarding him by riding him faster.

Jake felt all of your movements, the overwhelming sensation making his body rock with tremors “Can’t… can’t.”

“No, you can.” You grasped his shoulders and moved your hips almost frantically, your clit brushing against his skin.

His body tensed, his feet flexing and relaxing, “Fuck… I’m gonna cum again.”

You bit your bottom lip, feeling your climax reach as well “Mh… give it all to me, Jakey.”

His hands moved to your breasts as he squeezed them to the point of pain, you clenched around him and he snapped.

His cum shot inside of you, his cock throbbing painfully as he came for the third time of the night.

He whimpered when you didn’t stop, trying to move you away but you didn’t, you just kept moving until you saw white as well.

Your legs trembled as you reached your euphoria, while Jake’s body collapsed whole on the bed.

His eyes slowly closed, too tired to even stay awake. He slowly succumbed to sleeping.

You smiled victoriously, feeling your powers raise even more. Standing up, you let the remaining of his semen drop out of you and stretched.

Sighing contentedly, you reached for your discarded shorts and put them back on.

“I’m feeling so refreshed!” You smiled happily, but as you turned around you saw Jake’s slumped figure on the mattress.

Feeling pitiful, since he seemed so vulnerable, you covered his naked body with the blanket. Smiling at his face, you noticed he really was a pretty guy.

You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, moving some hair out of his sticky forehead.

“See you soon, Jakey.” You smirked and disappeared, with the intention of coming back to him whenever you felt weak. Which, maybe would’ve happened more often.