#THIS MF ALWAYS HAS HIS SHIRTS BARELY BUTTONED

[tokensonsaturn]

Jeff 2023 moto must be "free the tiddies"

[cheesycatz]

The Worm's Apple

(Spamton AU reference sheet) 1 2

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This version of Spamton claims to be a spam program, but his credibility appears to be dubious. Covered from neck to toe and wearing a strange mask, the little of him that is visible doesn't quite match. But, the only thing more hated than spam is malware, so what reason would he have to lie?

- He walks stiffly. His torso barely moves, his legs don't bend, and his arms hang limply when he attempts to look normal.

- He purposefully wears baggy clothes to hide the abnormal shape of his body and limbs.

- While he attempts to make his legs look plantigrade, the actual digitigrade shape of his legs often shows through his pants.

- He keeps his long tail curled tightly behind him. However, it often unfurls when he experiences strong emotions or feels comfortable.

- His neck is unnaturally long and flexible, as though it lacks vertebrae.

- Not beating the cat allegations

- Spamton often hisses and spikes up his fur when angry or threatened. His suit limits his senses, physical defenses, and mobility, so he resorts to many threats.

- Even when alone in the city, Spamton usually leaves his suit on until he can bring it home. However, he won't pass up the opportunity for a meal along the way.

- (Tiny comparison of a real spam program, an addison, and Spamton in the bottom right corner)

- Spamton actually keeps himself as clean as possible, even if he can't clean his clothes. Regardless, he likes performing his self cleaning mechanisms as a stim, even while wearing his suit. He rubs his nose and rubs his arms together in the same way that insects clean dust off their antennae and legs.

- Spamton's hands are quite small, and his relatively long fingers often show up through his mittens. The fabric is damaged from the numerous holes that his claws have poked through them.

- He's around 5 ft (~150 cm) tall, with a 7ft (~215 cm) long tail

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I'm no character designer (Spamton's suit here is literally just the miniature outfit I made for my spam plush), but I like what Disguised Wormton has become over the past two years. While completely accidental, the five-petal shape and yellow thread of his button/pin perfectly represents an apple tree blossom, a nod to his symbolism. The rest of his attempt at an outfit is "hide as much as possible, but still look good doing it." ...as good as he thinks an untucked shirt and clothes ten sizes too big look. He's meant to appear incredibly uncanny when he puts effort into "being normal," looking more like a shuffling zombie than anything natural. I think the round and wide shapes of his suit contrasted with the long, thin, and sharp points of his only visible features adds to the untrustworthness he radiates. His animalistic tendencies look worse when performed by something trying to look humanoid. Even if it's more comfortable for him, the incorrect bend of his legs, the perpetual raptor arms, the absurdly long tail, and his awkwardly long neck highlight the concept of something trying so hard to look human (or humanoid in the case of Deltarune) yet always failing. That's what I was going for when designing him, at least. After writing like 50k words about disguised Wormton, he honestly might be creepier than normal Wormton. I'd rather deal with the obscure cryptid that hisses and runs away than be approached by this kidney stealer lookin mf trying to sell used cigarettes or something. He's definitely grown on me, though. In a "I would never want to be locked in a room with any of the characters I like" kind of way.

[melobin]

You, a model student having to tutor notorious "bad boy" Seunghan- who really is just a dumb mf tbh.

A dumb mf that has secretly been crushing on you for months, that is. You usually do it at your house, trying your best to teach him the damn concepts that barely invade his mind as all he can think about is bending you over that very table, or unbuttoning your sweater that hides the tits he wants to so badly suck while you grind on him.

"Seunghan ? Are you even listening?" You had to ask him that question at least every 5 minutes.

When he'd finally leave after that 1 hour session y'all had every Monday and Friday you'd always allow yourself to finally let your cheeks blush, still replaying the way his eyes would barely focus on the study material, choosing to stare at your face instead, often pushing out your hair when they got in the way, or letting his eyes linger on your chest for a little too long (eventually you unbuttoned a button or two of your shirt or sweater, subconsciously or consciously.

You barely had a boyfriend, so any little act hinting toward intimacy got your heart racing- little did you know...

"Are you a virgin?"

Those were the words he asked before he placed his lips on yours, him engulfing your figure in his arms, your hands in his hair- it was all so new for you.

"Let me help you," he said, taking out your sweater, laying you down on the couch, hovering over you, whispering strings of "you're so beautiful" as he unclasps your bra, kissing every part of your body as he beautifully guides you through your first orgasm while fingering you.

"You're doing so good, Princess." The nickname making you clench. That was only the first of your orgasms...

It's safe to say the books were completely useless.

(I was listening to Love talk don't blame me)

-🦭

bfhfnjwhfuwn kicking my feet the princess is SO incredibly seunghan coded good fuck 💔

[sanjisblackasswife]

Hey Tate hope you’re doing well! Do you have any spicy headcannons of the Monster Trio + Law? Love your writings 😮‍💨

A/N: THANK U :D My stupid ass thought I already did this HA I didn’t though. I have a nsfw alphabet for these guys too in my drafts so I’ll try to make this one short (keyword: try) I gotchu tho thank u for requesting! Enjoy!:)

ALSO TYSM FOR 400 FOLLOWERS OMG🤍

General NSFW Headcanons for the Monster Trio and Law

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, & Law

CW: Just General Smut ig? Not too descriptive tho

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Sanji

He has the highest libido obvious fact is obvious out of all the men listed so if you’re his woman prepared to be harassed like a mf.

Okay not really harass but when he is feeling very needy he subconsciously touches you; lingering touches, hand on your waist, rubs your lower back. He doesn’t really realize he is doing either until you look up at his flustered face and tell him

Imma keep saying it: Sanji moans in French in your ear and it’s the hottest thing to ever experience

He loves to overstimulate and edge himself whether he is alone or with you he doesn’t care but if he’s with you than have fun because you’re ganna have tears running

Sanji enjoys seeing you wear lingerie. It’s almost like a kink/fetish to him and sometimes he just ends up having sex with you with it still on

Sanji loves having his fingers sucked. He didn’t realize he liked it so much until you did it once after he fingered you

Speaking of fingers: he absolutely loves seeing the sight of his ring and middle finger in your cunt. 12/10 experience and he can do it all day

He fingers you a lot while he cuddles you in bed. You’ll be half asleep and suddenly feel Sanji’s hands squeeze your breast and lazily rub your clit

Sanji does in fact believe your pleasure is more important than his so sometimes when he feels himself getting close before you he’ll pull out and use his tongue to pace himself

He loves kissing sm. Can you guess what kinda kissing? Yes, he loves to French kiss he can make out with you for hours and it really doesn’t get boring

He LOVES BOOBJOBS MORE THAN BLOWJOBS. It’s true he told me. He doesn’t care if your tits are huge like Zoro’s or small like mine if he can stick it in between he will. Bonus points if you decide to lick the tip as it comes close to your mouth

His favorite way of initiating sex is starting off with sensual massages. He’ll always start off so slow rubbing the warm oil on your body, his words are super sweet, but then eventually you’ll feel the pads of his thumb rub against your lower lips under the very small towel he gave you barely covering your butt anyways waiting for you to beg just a little for him to flip you over and go down on you. It ends being very messy I may make a Drabble of this

He jacks off a lot on the Sunny. He usually does it in the bathroom when everybody is distracted and not in the kitchen.

Sanji would make it clear to you that he wants YOU to come to HIM when you’re feeling needy. If he catches you masturbating without him he’ll feel like he isn’t satisfying you enough so he’ll ofc think it’s hot seeing you, but will be very pouty

He always enjoys the thought of being marked up by a woman so pls do it and leave hickies on him :( he wears button down shirts for a reason!

When Sanji first got a blowjob from a woman he cried after cuming in her mouth

Everything is very romantic and sensual with Sanji. A night with him will always be memorable

He is really good and fast learner of the woman’s body. He can find the G-Spot very quickly

Everytime they dock on a new island he sometimes try to see if they have a brothel, but never actually goes in he just wants to know they’re there. He doesn’t like the thought of paying for sex

He LOVES STRIP TEASES! Pushing him on his back and doing it on his lap really gets him going

Sanji’s favorite position is like a cuddle fuck; his body is wrapped and on top of you giving your deep hard thrust because he loves the noises you make right in his ear when he pushes inside you

He needs to hold hands—-when doing oral, when having sex he doesn’t care he needs to feel your hands

He gives the best tongue baths too. His tongue in general is a weapon in and of itself

Law

He has a pretty low libido, but it’s high when he’s stressed out or you manage to successfully tease him which is so difficult

He’s the biggest tease out of all of them though jackass

He only masturbates in the shower because he hates leaving an unnecessary mess to clean afterwards

When he feels needy which is rare he’ll make you work with him all day, getting up to hover over your body, and tell you stupid ass facts about the female anatomy (I’m sorry but Law has no clue how to flirt and yall will not fight me on this)

“You know an orgasm a day is healthy for women with cramps.”

“I don’t have any cramps right now.”

“That’s not the point—“

He hates the thought of a woman dominating him. He just does. He doesn’t mind you being on top, but just know he will be doing all of the work

Speaking of being on top thats his favorite position. He enjoys the sight of your body squirming on top of him

Law May not have a high libido but he’s an undercover pervert KSBSJSKSK

Law’s mind is so perverted pls. He has a really good poker face but when he sees your attempts in trying to seduce him all he can think about when you turn out the door in defeat is to pull you back and take you right there on the wall

Law can be kinda awkward he tries to initiate sex. Keyword though: TRIES. Usually it doesn’t take much for you to want to jump on his Dick but he doesn’t understand the power he has over you so when he makes an effort to be hot it’s so funny

“Law why are you shirtless in my room?”

“I thought you would like it—“

He’s a doctor so he knows the anatomy of a woman so him finding the clit or your sweet spot is never an issue

Law doesn’t like bald 🐱. He knows the importance of having pubic hair on a woman so if you ever feel like you need to shave he’ll tell you not to worry about it

The first day after meeting Luffy he room’ed you and him to a hotel and fucked you senseless out of frustration because he didn’t want to have to clean any messes in his room or office. You actually appreciated the Strawhats for that

Law gets so turned on with thigh high socks and a big tee shirt (bonus points if it’s his shirt) he just really likes it and when you tease him about it he gets so mad and pink

Law is a grunted and if you manage you grind or lick in the right direction he’ll grip any fatty part of your body and huff out your name

Loves when you take his hat to wear when you ride him

He enjoys shower sex alot. However he still likes to make you naturally aroused and not use the water as a lubricant

Law likes to hear what you want done to yourself by him so he’ll usually start teasing you and ask you to “use your words.”

He likes to make out with you with you straddling him while he grabs your thighs

His worse fear is being caught with you so if you have an exhibition kink you’re ganna be disappointed.

Luffy

His libido wasn’t high until he got with yo horny ass

He didn’t see the interest in sex. He knew what that was but didn’t care for it. But after you gave him head once and since he has an additive personality he is all for it.

I Like how a lot of people hc him as the type to blurt out when he wants to have sex so yes I hc that too. If you and him just had sex that morning and later that evening he wants it again, he’ll be like “Y/N tonight I want you in my room.” While just casually eating and announcing it during dinner with absolutely no shame

He knows what jacking off is and he doesn’t do it alot because he doesn’t really feel the need to. Only when he wakes up with a morning wood he’ll go to the bathroom (or under his covers) and take care of himself

Sex with Luffy is actually really fun! He likes trying new things each time and makes alotta funny remarks—

“Should I make my Dick get longer or thicker?”

“Luffy Just put it in!”

Luffy likes quickies A LOT. So expect to feel his stretchy arms pull you across the ship mid conversation to be took on the storage room wall.

He likes hitting it from the back. Luffy will use his arms to wrap around your body many times and just go ham from behind.

Speaking of going ham his stamina and impatience knows no bounds so you have to teach him the importance of foreplay because if not he will try and do it while you’re dry and nobody needs that.

Luffy has a really attractive voice when he is close to cuming. He’s very loud too so sometimes you have to make him suck on your fingers or kiss him to be quiet

Luffy is such a sloppy pussy eater and sometimes you Gatta bring his head back up because he will end up accidentally eating your ass if you’re not careful

He doesn’t know where the clit is and misses it a lot so you have to guide him

He likes to watch you masturbate. HE LIKES IT ALOT ALOT. He’ll catch himself resting on his elbows seeing you rapidly rub circles on your clit with a tent forming in his pants. He manages to ignore it a lot to demand commands from you

“Put two fingers in.”

“Use both hands.”

He bites you when he’s close to cuming. Fucking feral child

He doesn’t even like jacking off he wants you to do it for him while he’s still half clothed and you’re completely naked

He’s a pervert but he doesn’t know it KSHSJDKS

He likes seeing you in short skirts just to watch the bottom of it blow up to expose your little panties when you bend over

His head is always on, under , or hovering over your titties. Not even just when having sex just in GENERAL

He put his hat on you when you ride him

He also loves reverse cowgirl it turns him on sm seeing your ass bounce on his Dick :((((

Luffy enjoys hearing you moan “Captain” under him.

Absolutely the type to start having sex with you and immediately stop if he can

He can be going down on you, so super into it and you’re right at the brink of cuming when he just stops

“Lu—?!”

“LOOK WE MADE IT TO AN ISLAND!”

“IM NOT FINISHED YET?!”

He is a licker too. He will lick your face, body, he doesn’t give af and sometimes it’s not even sexual you can be eating a juicy fruit and he will lick the remainder juice off your cheek

He’s a really good kisser when he slows tf down. He usually tries to eat your damn face when he kisses you

Luffy kisses you out of excitement alot too.

He’s naturally touchy so he will always have you wrapped around his arms

He views sex as something similar to a conversation so sometimes you or Nami have to slap him when he exposes stuff you do in the bedroom

“And Y/N really likes when I shove my tongue in her—“

“LUFFY!”

He’s kinda a switch at heart? When he is on top he has such a raspy groan but when you’re on top he’s such a whiny little thing it’s so cute

Zoro

His libido is medium but he blames it on you lmao

“You’re the reason I’m like this.”

“You asked to eat MY pussy?!”

He makes you bite his sword. He loves hearing you moan but seeing you struggle to conceal them between your teeth looks even hotter tbh

He SOMETIMES knows where the clit is—he gets an attitude when you have to show him

“I knew where it was…”

“You were about to finger my ass—.”

He didn’t make a lot of noise at first, which kinda annoyed you because you could tell he was holding back so you started to suck his neck causing him to moaned out and it shocked you because it sounded so much more different than his natural deep voice

“Wh—what?!”

“Your moans are hot do it again…”

“GET OFF OF ME—“

He gets flustered so easily, sometimes all you have to do is compliment how strong he is and he wanna pounce on you.

Speaking of strength he absolutely has a size kink

He enjoys fucking you against a wall more than a bed

He also likes doing the 69 standing up this mf has no shame

Contrary to belief before he became a Strawhat he jacked off a lot. Then slowed down but then picked it back up when getting with you

Once again your fault somehow

He will not—for any reason—have you ride him. Everytime you try He just flips you over. It has nothing to do with being dom or sub because if anything he can be a bratty sub (SOMETIMES) but he just doesn’t want you on top. You’ve asked him about this and he just says “Because I’m always on top.” Like afucking child pouting

You really believe it’s because he can’t handle it

And it’s true

He don’t mind you riding his face though

That’s actually his go to when giving oral

He is another one that can start something and not finish it without being phased by it. He has done this to you a handful of times. Sometimes because he fell asleep or he was punishing you

Yes he has fell asleep when inside you or when giving your oral

He swears he has the best self control but once you start bending over wiggling that round jiggly ass of yours he loses all sense as a man

Booty Hunter Zoro is canon so not fight me on this

He is like Law. He doesn’t give af about a hairy 🐱. It’s not based on preference he’s just the type to be like:

“Open your legs.”

“I didn’t shave—-“

“I don’t give a fuck open your legs.”

He likes the feel of it Lowkey

Don’t make out with this man unless you wanna get fucked ok that’s the deal that’s just how he works

Like I said he isn’t loud but if you’re just feeling too good for him that one particular day he’ll groan continuously in your ear praising and degrading you

Doesn’t care if he gets caught

He does prefer a bigger woman only because he can manhandle them more and not worry about hurting you

He loves spreading you open very WIDELY and just jackhammering you.

Zoro doesn’t know how to be sensual if you hit him with it but he will TRY, HE WILL

He makes you cockwarm him a lot while you’re in the CN to help him have self control it’s the best and worse thing

He always wanted you to give him a blow job under the table while he is in a public restaurant but don’t know how to approach you about it

Will tongue kiss you with his cum still in your mouth

[syrma-sensei]

Okay, okay this is my first ask, so i'm going to give my best, so you can picture whats been on my mind since forever. SOOOO i hc that modern day erwin would just look 🌌expensive🌌 so you always have those elegant and soft button ups he always wears, and like the good girlfriend you are, you wear them. Bc you just like to wear his clothes, they smell like his expensive cologne and him, and they are comfortable, dress-like bc that man is so mf tall.

Would you say Erwin is the type of man who would just lose his shit when you wear his clothes bc of the reminder of how much larger than u he is? And how much easier it is for him to manhandle u during sex? Bc oh, the places my mind has been🥵 but i want to hear your thoughts on this one 👀

qkwsjiwejhshanvxlsl! Welcome my dear ❤️

OMFG! Gurl your imagination is sexy... and I fucking like it 👀

This man is indeed expensive and neat. I don't why many people headcanon that he's a sloppy slob. Maybe they got that idea because he's always engrossed in work and takes little care of himself, but I definitely think he is NOT. I mean of course, he's a mf workaholic, still, it doesn't mean that this man isn't all spruced up and elegant in every freaking aspect.

Back to our topic, this man's body scent is strong and virile, and it certainly hazes you. It's one of the aspects of Erwin filling your senses. His smell invades your nostrils, and does stuff to you. And you fucking adore it.

Erwin's 188 cm, which is pretty freaking tall, let alone his mascular physique. His button-ups certainly reach or a bit higher your knees. OF COURSE, he is a man who'd go mad seeing you loitering around innocently putting nothing but his shirt on. I mean, how he'd resist those legs all naked and bare, while your nipples are pretty visible underneath the soft fabric. His size kink would be much triggered, seeing your small hands covered with the rims of his shirt's sleeves. And if you left a couple of the buttons undone, making a V line to show off your cleavage, he'd go undone.

Given how cute and small you are in his clothes, it arouses his protective urges and drives him wild simultaneously. And it becomes stronger when he stands near you, where you have to crane your neck in order to gaze up at him with a wide grin plastered on your face.

“And here I was wondering where my clothings might be disappearing,”

Yep, you definitely have a nasty habit of stealing his clothes, and wearing them at home when he's away for work and stuff. His scent gives you a sense of security when he's not here.

You wrap your arms around him and kiss his lips, but cups your buttocks with his large hands a lifts you up effortlessly. But he may, which is more likely, just carry you up and toss you on his shoulder like potato bag, and he loves watching you squirm and whine about handling you in such way. But he knows you like it, he knows his little baby very well, and you know you like it rough most of the time; he flings you onto bed and hover over you, he sandwiches you between his huge frame and the bed, and you feel small. A doll tossed here and there according to his whims. Cuz he knows you would do anything for daddy, neh? <3

I'd also say that he might get in teasing mood, and would play along with your game till you end up begging him to fuck you, cuz he knows the slightest details of his girl, and knows how needy you are, he knows how to break your resolve and turn you into mess <3

However, Erwin knows what mood are you in always. When you want him to be soft and when rough, when you want him to fuck you senseless and when you want him to make love to you.

Yep, he likes to take care of your needs, no matter what he says. It's important to him not to leave his partner unsatisfied to the fullest, out of love and ownership. Cuz what kind of a daddy he'd be if he let his little girl think of other ways of pleasure other than him? No, you should only think of him, you should be all vulnerable and weak only with him; he's your source of confidence and power, and he's happy to have you, and that twisted delight of knowing that he can break you if he feels like it, but nope, he isn't a despicable one, but it's an aspect of his power over you, and you fucking relish in it.

And you, hehe, always offer yourself for daddy to use...

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[oliviaischillin1204]

i can’t hear you

Pairings: Platonic Analogical

Word Count: 1,994 words

i had my first training course for my new job today and i spent about an hour writing this wip in my head instead. anyways smash that mf like button

also maybe warning for more intense tickles toward the end? i don’t really think it’s that bad tbh but if you have super ticklish feet u may wanna proceed w caution

It was a game they played. Logan knew that. He knew all of the signs: Virgil coming into his room late at night, his headphones casually slung around his neck. He’d sit on the end of Logan’s bed awhile, looking around the organized yet cluttered room. Logan would acknowledge his presence, but would keep his attention on whatever book he was reading that night. The room would fall silent, and then Virgil-- amazing Virgil, evil Virgil-- would put on his headphones.

That was how the game always started. Logan knew that. But it still didn’t make the fluttering feeling in his stomach go away.

He huffed a sigh, a small smile already curling on his lips. Virgil didn’t respond or even react: his attention was (allegedly) completely on his phone as he scrolled through his Spotify. Logan watched him in anticipation for a few seconds before slowly marking his page and setting the book on his bedside table, folding his hands in his lap.

As soon as he did that-- as if Virgil has been waiting for him-- the anxious side made a satisfied noise as he selected a playlist. He tapped play and set his phone to the side, and spent the next minute or so merely bopping his head to the music. His fingers would tap little rhythms on his thighs, then on the mattress, then on the top of Logan’s ankles. It was just enough to make the logical side squirm, watching the gradual movements with a building wariness.

Without warning, Virgil wrapped an arm around both of Logan’s ankles, hiking them up so he could hold them between his arm and his torso. The sudden motion yanked Logan down the bed.

“Oh goodness--!”

The exclamation slipped out before Logan could stop it, and he’s sure Virgil would be laughing at him if he heard it. Luckily for Logan, there was no way Virgil could hear him over the music in his headphones; it was so loud, Logan could hear its tinny sound in the otherwise silent room.

Well. Relatively silent. Because as soon as Virgil got Logan’s legs firmly trapped under his arm, his nails began dancing against the balls of his feet, and Logan fell into startled giggles.

“Nohoho,” he mumbled through his laughter, dropping his face into his hands. His feet twitched involuntarily, but other than that he made no move to pull away from Virgil’s tickling fingers. That was how the game went.

Virgil slowly slid his fingers down Logan’s soles until they were toying at his arches, easily reaching both feet at once with his one free hand. He glided his nails down the wrinkles and lines of Logan’s feet, causing him to curl his toes with a strangled whimper.

“Please,” Logan started to beg before stopping himself. One of the worst (read: best) parts of the game for him was the total silence his reactions were met with. Virgil was blissfully unaware of the noises Logan made when they played this game. But Logan knew. Every squeak, squeal, titter, and giggle that escaped his lips seemed to echo around his room before being thrown right back into his face. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ashamed of his laughter; it was really just the knowledge that Virgil was completely taking him apart without even listening to his pleas for mercy, leaving him to fall into helpless laughter in isolation, that Logan found so utterly embarrassing. And so utterly delightful.

Meanwhile, Virgil seemingly decided that he’d paid enough attention to Logan’s arches, because his fingers suddenly switched positions, choosing instead to scritch-scratch right against Logan’s heels. Logan yelped at the unexpected change, and to his distress a stray snort or two began escaping in his laughter. He hid his face in his hands again, somewhat grateful that Virgil hadn’t heard those particular noises. The taunting that would’ve resulted from them would almost be unbearable.

Virgil began humming along with his music, some nonsense tune that Logan couldn’t identify when he was so throughly distracted, but in his hypersensitive state the wordless melody began to sound like a tease itself, the rise and fall of Virgil’s voice as his fingers expertly circled and skittered all over his heels causing even more butterflies to flutter around in Logan’s stomach.

He wasn’t expecting for Virgil to suddenly jab his thumb into the middle of his sole, throughly massaging the sensitive spot while his other four fingers still managed to mercilessly attack his heels. Logan gasped, snorted, and broke into louder laughter in rapid succession, and his arms wrapped around his torso as he upgraded from giggles to full on cackles.

Virgil went back and forth for a while, choosing seemingly random (yet completely evil) spots to torture with harder tickles while the surrounding skin got gentle, teasy tickles. Logan took deep breaths to avoid getting the hiccups (like last time-- Virgil had laughed himself to tears when Logan couldn’t stop even after the game was finished), but all he succeeded in was making his laughter louder and louder.

Then Virgil abruptly stopped the hard tickles. Logan, foolishly, felt grateful for about half a second, until he felt Virgil begin to spider his nails back up his soles. Towards the balls of his feet. Towards--

“Ah-hahahahaha! Virgihihil!”

The words came out traitorously high pitched, almost a squeal, and he felt his face flush hot at the sound of his panicked voice against the soft quiet of his bedroom. 

To his surprise, Virgil froze for a moment, his fingers resting right underneath Logan’s deathspot. Logan watched his back in a mix of confusion and sheepishness-- he didn’t want the game to end already, but he certainly didn’t want to say that.

Virgil didn’t turn around, though, and he didn’t let go of Logan’s feet. Instead, Logan watched with a growing nervousness as Virgil’s free arm moved to the side, picked up his phone, and quickly hit the volume button several times. The barely-audible music from his headphones grew louder, and he dropped the phone back on the bed with a satisfied nod before turning all of his attention back to Logan’s feet.

Logan blanched, especially when Virgil’s fingers started moving again, skittering back and forth across the balls of his feet, but with a greater intention. Like he was purposefully building up to something. Logan’s stomach swooped.

“Virgihihil--”

No response. 

“Virgil, wahahahahait!”

Nothing. In fact, Logan thought Virgil might’ve picked up the pace, darting from spot to spot and giving little pinches to the soft skin. Each touch had Logan jumping, shocked noises escaping among his growing giggles.

“No, nohoho-- not there! Wait--!”

Virgil didn’t wait. His fingers shot down to spider at his arches once more, before they began slowly making their way up, up, up.

“Vihi-- Virgil, Virgil, noho--”

Logan was red faced and teary eyed and grinning so wide he felt like his face would split. And Virgil wasn’t stopping.

“No!”

But Virgil did not hear him, and finally, his fingers dove in to scratch and squeeze and tickle in between every single one of Logan’s ticklish, helpless toes.

Logan bucked and screamed, his hands tangling in his bedsheets as he finally fought to pull his legs back. His head kept alternating between falling back to his headboard and falling forward as he curled in on himself, but neither position gained him any relief. He just had to sit there, feet utterly trapped and pleas completely ignored, as Virgil tickled underneath all ten of his ticklish little toes.

He tried to look for a pattern, anything that would lessen the horrible unpredictability of the tortorous sensations, but Virgil didn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason to his tickles. A pinch at his pinky toe, then his nails would spider across all of his toe pads before coming to rest at the middle toe of his other foot, scratching up and down the stem before poking his way back to the other side. All of his toe tickles were interspersed with quick, random tickles to the balls of Logan’s feet, keeping him frantically guessing when the tickles would switch between very bad to even worse.

To say Logan was loosing his composure was an understatement. He wheezed with laughter when the nail of Virgil’s index finger throughly attacked the spot right underneath his big toe, or when his thumb suddenly corkscrewed in between his pinky and ring toes. He bounced on the bed, his hands desperately clawing at the bed sheets and at the hem of his shirt and at his hair, anything to distract himself from the awful ticklish torture he was suffering on his feet.

At one point Virgil hit a certain spot on the ball of his foot, and Logan cried out in ticklish ecstasy, yanking his foot back as hard as he could. It went nowhere, of course, but it didn’t go unnoticed. Because Virgil, to Logan’s horror, suddenly grabbed both of his big toes, pulling them back and stretching out his entire foot.

Logan gasped. He gave an experimental wiggle, only to find that he could not only not move his feet, but he could no longer curl any of his toes at all. Their precious, sensitive undersides were exposed to the entire world-- and more importantly, to Virgil.

The next second felt like it happened in slow motion: Logan’s eyes darted from his feet to Virgil’s index finger, which wiggled menancingly in the air inches from hit feet. He screamed wordlessly, desperate babbles as he continued to yank against Virgil’s hold, but in the end, there was absolutely nothing he could do to keep Virgil from tickling that one spot, right at the bottom of the space between Logan’s first and second toe, scratching his nail with a nightmarish precision at Logan’s absolute death spot.

It was game over.

Logan shrieked, a sharp, piercing sound that he would absolutely go to his grave before admitting he made. He launched forward, clutching the back of Virgil’s hoodie and yanking on it for dear life.

“Stohoh-- stohohop--!”

Virgil let go of his legs before the word was even fully out of his mouth. He scooted to the side, watching over his shoulder as Logan immediately pulled his knees up to his chest, covering his toes as soon as his hands could reach them.

Virgil caught Logan’s gaze, still gasping and laughing with residual tickles, and let a small smile creep onto his own face. He reached to his phone and stopped the music, pulling the headphones off to rest around his neck again.

“Oh, Logan, were you back there the whole time?” he asked innocently. “Sorry, I was distracted. Music, you know.”

Logan huffed, flustered and frazzled, his legs still pulled defensively against his chest.

“Distracted,” he spat, but the wobbly smile on his blushing face took any poison out of the words. “Of course.”

Virgil gave him a more genuine smile now, summoning a bottle of water and passing it up the bed to the exhausted side. He grabbed his phone and shifted himself backwards until he was sitting next to Logan at the head of his bed. As Logan caught his breath, he unplugged his large headphones and swapped them for a pair of sleek, black earbuds.

“I found this creepy-ass true crime book,” he said casually, eyes on his phone once again as he scrolled through his library. He popped one earbud into his ear before wordlessly offering the other to Logan.

Logan eyed it for less than a second before he laughed lightly, shaking his head in wonder. 

“Sounds very interesting,” he replied, taking the other and putting it in his ear. As the two leaned back to listen to the book, he let his eyes slip closed. All in all, even though it was flustering and embarrassing and overall torturous, Logan could never hate this game that he and Virgil play-- especially when it always manages to end like this.

[smuttymess]

a simple dinner | 01

pairing: jung hoseok x female reader x jeon jungkook (brief mention)

genre: angst, smut, idol!hobi x jk  

rating: 18+ 

word count: 2,000

warnings: jealousy, degradation, casual sex, public sex, dom!hoseok, explicit language, mf fingering, cum play

about: you knew flirting with men other than your boyfiend, hoseok, came with consequences - but that didn’t stop you from giving jungkook all of your attention at the group’s reunion dinner. after all, consequences doled out by a jealous hoseok can sometimes be good thing.

navigation: part two

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Hoseok could barely look at you. His eyes were fixed on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel, clenched around it so tightly that the skin around his knuckles were losing color. The two of you had been sitting in silence ever since you left the restaurant, and the tension was impenetrable.

You were smarter than to push him when he’s so visibly upset, but the silence was insufferable, and you were desperate for even a hint of kindness from your boyfriend. 

“Please forgive me.”

Hoseok stares blankly over the steering wheel, his eyes laser-focused on the road ahead. It was as if you weren’t even there.

You knew you had been flirting too much with Jungkook at dinner. 

This evening was special, a reunion for the members and their guests after their first extended break since debut. Everyone was dressed to the nines: Hoseok in a crisp white button down and a sports jacket, you in your favorite little leather black dress that he had purchased for you while he was shooting in Los Angeles. He always knew exactly how to spoil you, and it turned him on to know he would be tearing it off later on. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you underneath the table as the members recounted the adventures from the break, the wine flowing and the mood high. 

While the boys were always gorgeous, Jungkook looked particularly attractive tonight. He radiated a post-vacation glow that can only come after some time away from a grueling schedule, his skin perfectly sun-kissed after spending some much-needed time in the sun. He wore a white button down that showed the definition of strong biceps, strengthened further by the countless hours at at the gym during his time off. You didn’t think he could get any hotter, yet you never failed to be surprised every time you saw him. Tonight it was almost impossible to peel your eyes away from his body: his biceps flexing as they moved against the confines of his shirt, his strong, gripping hands, his back muscles as they rippled with every subtle movement.

He was also growing out his hair - now past his ears - and it looked fucking good. You noticed each time the lush dark brown locks fell across his face as he laughed at one of Namjoon’s poetic ramblings. His youthful mannerisms were more noticeable as his hair tumbled over his eyes, his hands in constant motion as they repeatedly rushed up to sweep it away, making for a perfect view of his stunning facial features. 

It was hard not to adore is boyish charm alongside the innate sexiness that emanated from him without really trying: how his nose scrunched and lips curved in delight as he enjoyed the night’s meal, his eyes widening as he entertained the group with stories about his time at home. 

You knew Jungkook had a thing for you. Even with a perfectly fine date by his side, you would often catch him staring from across the table, your eyes momentarily locking in a flirtatious stare as you flashed him a teasing smile. He hadn’t yet developed the ability to hide his crush, his cheeks immediately getting flushed and eyes jetting down to his plate. His hands would toy with the silverware, steering his attention to various inanimate objects on the table as he regained composure. It was adorable. 

Things had been this way for years, and you knew it would be so easy (and fun) to fuck this man, but you always kept your distance. However attractive he was, to you he was simply an amusement for you - a welcome, shameless flirtation that did not extend after the night was done. 

Jungkook was fun to play with, but you only had eyes for Hoseok.

If only you could get Hoseok could see it that way.

Hoseok’s stern expression never wavered, even at the sound of your pleading voice. Exasperated, your eyes stare straight ahead into the darkness of the single-lane road, the iridescent lights of the downtown skyscrapers disappearing in the rearview as you moved into the quieter, more exclusive neighborhood of Hannam-dong. 

The sound of the motor revved, ascending up several steep, winding hills, at an extremely rapid speed. After several more agonizing minutes, you finally arrived at Hoseok’s complex, the front gates opening as you move up the final patch of road leading to his apartment building. The door to the garage opened at an agonizingly slow pace, swiftly closing behind you as the car made its way into the dimly lit garage. 

This wasn’t the first time Hoseok got jealous - far from it.  He was the nicest guy, known for his charisma and optimistic nature. But he was also possessive of you - he always has been. He chose you, quickly and feverishly claiming you and sweeping you up into the world. Anything you wanted - clothes, shoes, apartments, trips - were yours so long as you asked. He was the most devoted, caring and generous partner a woman could ask for. 

He asked one small thing in return: complete ownership of you. 

You loved him deeply, but you had always been naturally independent, flirtatious, social butterfly that could not be simply kept. Admittedly, there was a part of you that enjoyed seeing him tense up, in knowing that you weren’t fully his. 

With each passing moment in the speeding car, you grew more and more nervous, yet equally excited, about what consequences tonight’s discretion would bring. 

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Pulling into the designated parking spot, Hoseok shut off the car, quieting the engine and but leaving the keys in the ignition. The headlights flickered off, leaving you with only the subdued lights from the garage.

Still looking over the dashboard, Hoseok finally broke the silence.

“You know, you were flirting with Jungkook the entire night.” 

“Hoseok, I -” your face turned to him in an attempt to make the eye contact you’ve been yearning for throughout the ride. 

You immediately paused as you see his lips press together, the intensity of his anger building with every second.

"Acting like a total slut at the restaurant,” he hissed. “Smiling and batting your lashes at Jungkook in of the hyungs, in front of me, like you’re not my fucking girlfriend.”

Your eyes widened at the accusation, though you knew without a doubt that you were guilty as hell.

“I’ve told you before how I feel about that, so I can only imagine that you knew this would get a rise out of me, hmm?” Your right palm began to scale the side of your left arm, your fingertips combing the leather fabric of the dress, desperate for the comfort of physical touch. 

You recognized a familiar warmth building in between your thighs, your arousal growing despite the tension of the moment, or perhaps because of it.

He abruptly turned to you with a stare that instantly made you feel powerless against him. The severity of his gaze pierced right through you, his eyes narrowing and growing darker as they examine your frazzled state. Your lips open with a shortened breath, a faulty attempt to appeal to his softer side. 

You could recognize that you were no longer talking to your boyfriend, Hobi. This was Hoseok: jealous, intimidating, and extremely demanding. 

"My girlfriend is such a little slut. You love to taunt me, don’t you?” His domineering tone combined with the sheer potency of his emotion had you on edge. And he knew it. 

“Knowing how much it pisses me off, knowing you’re going get punished,” he snarls. “Look at you - I bet you’re already wet.”

Before you could even process a next step, Hoseok abruptly opened the driver side door, exiting the car. You can feel your heartbeat racing as your eyes darted around to follow his movements through the dark. He crossed the front of the car to your side, hastily opening your door before leaning in and giving you a menacing stare. He looks especially devilish standing over you, his left arm leaning against the front seat while the other swiftly moves beneath the fabric of your dress.

A short gasp escapes your lips as two fingers move up your inner thigh and swiftly shift the lace of your panties before, landing directly on your throbbing clit. You tense up in response to his touch, his fingers covered in your wetness almost immediately.

“See how well I know your body? How I know just how and where to touch you? Nobody knows it like I do - no one ever will.” He wet his lips before pursing them together in smug delight, your body fully melting into his grip as your eyes reflected your desire.

“Is this what you wanted from Jungkook? Were you thinking of his fingers in your cunt just like this?” 

His eyes never leave yours as his fingers tease you. It is clear that he is attempting to pry a confession from you as you sit there, fully exposed and at his mercy. The hard, cool metal of his rings firmly indented your skin sends noticeable shivers through your body as your head leans back to meet the headrest of the front seat. His right index and middle fingers begins to circle your clit, pressing firmly between your lips and sliding in. You to let out a loud moan as enters you, your eyelids falling shut as you sink into bliss your walls tightening around his fingers as they sink deeper into your warm cunt.

The brief moment of ecstacy is interrupted by Hoseok’s left hand at the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing your eyes back open to meet his. Though slightly hidden by his honey brown locks and the angular shadows of the garage, his deep stare permeates through you. He is a dom, wanting to see tell you just how much you are enjoying the pleasure he is exacting on you. His voice deepens, immediately commanding control. 

“Don’t you fucking close your eyes while I’m here. You haven’t paid attention to me all night, even as you’re wearing this dress I bought for you. I need you to remember who you belong to.”

You can only whimper obediently a his fingers slip in and out of you, the speed ramping up and causing your walls to clench tighter against his fingers, essentially rendering you speechless. You feel your wetness building, dripping onto his palm as he curves deeper into you, steadily dripping onto the interior of the front seat. He leans in to meet your face, his stare deepening and lips gently touching you as he growls into your ear.

“I need you to understand that what happened tonight cannot continue to happen, do you hear me?” 

You cannot even begin to formulate words as his pace continues to build in ferocity, a tightening deep within you forming in response to the stimulation. His thumb moves up to rub your clit, his fingers continuing to pulse in and out. His left hand comes down to tilt your chin up towards him, his eyes signaling that he demands a response as he brings you closer to your edge.

“Tell me Jungkook could never fuck you like I do.”

At your failure to respond quickly, his movements come to a complete stop - his grip tightening against your chin as stares into you. You buckle against the stillness of his fingers, shaking out of sheer desperation for him to continue to get you off. He smirks at you in your pathetic, anguished state - you will get no mercy for him.

“Speak up, princess. You had plenty to say earlier. No need to be quiet now.”

“J-jungook could never, ever fuck me as good as you do,” you stutter.

A deliciously sinister smile forms on his lips, his feverish pace resuming and bringing you back into the heat of the moment. You look to him, eyes pleading to finally bring you relief. The vengeful gaze he returns, void of any leniency, makes your legs buckle beneath his touch. 

“Tell me who you belong to.”

Your pleasure rests in his hands as he continues to spread you open, increasingly more more aggressive as your breathiness intensified. Swallowing a shallow gulp, you are able to muster the words needed to satisfy him - the words he always wanted to hear from you.

“You, Hoseok. I’m yours.”

You flinch as a smirk forms across his face, his eyes glimmering with innate satisfaction of knowing that in this moment he has you, fully and completely.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Now, cum all over my fingers. Show me how much you love me.”

The forcefulness of his tone, the depth of his fingers, the coolness of his rings pressed directly against your dripping cunt - it is all too much. You immediately lose control, coming undone in the front seat of this public parking garage. Your moans are loud and feverish, your back arching as the beginnings of your orgasm rages through your body, sending blissful shock waves through the length of your spine. The euphoria consumes you, leaving you all at once breathless, disoriented and hungry for more as his movements slow inside of you.

Before you can process the last few moments, Hoseok quickly removes his fingers from beneath your dress, slipping them into his mouth before planting a kiss on your lips and gently brushing the back of his hand against your cheek. You look at him, entirely disoriented and reeling from this pleasure, entirely unsure of his next move. 

The shadow shifts, darkness covering his face entirely as he leans up out of the car and into the stillness of the parking lot. You can't see his expression, but you can feel him staring down at you with simmering, knowing glare. You watch as his mouth curves up into a smile, his hand slowly extending out to you - the long-awaited act of kindness from the man you love, the man who knows just how to ruin you. 

“Let’s get upstairs. I’m not even close to being done with you.” 

[veworgray]

Mm food mf doom samples

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MM.FOOD is one of those albums I can enjoy in back to back (to back) listens. Content to kick back in its own world, on its own terms, MM.FOOD comes across like a master at work rather than a masterpiece, and I’m grateful to have finally gotten acquainted. Never does the record come off as grandiose or self-important it’s just that good, and it’s just that much fun. There are skits and samples aplenty - masterfully produced might I add - with the overall effect being of something effortlessly larger than life. This display of talent is made all the better by the fact it’s presented with the technicolour kookiness of a Saturday morning cartoon. I can barely string together a ‘thanks, have a nice day’ at the supermarket and here’s DOOM with words tumbling out of him for minutes at a time with every single one fitting together like god made them specially for that purpose. MF DOOM’s wordplay and delivery have that weightlessness of peak performance, like Muhammad Ali dancing circles around Cleveland Williams, or David Gilmour playing guitar in Pompeii. Playful and stylish, with flows so smooth they border on indecent, MM.FOOD is hip hop on another plane. It represents everything I adore about MF DOOM: the greatest supervillain of them all. It’s a go-to album for when I’m feeling low. MM.FOOD may have its flaws, but for much of the time I couldn’t care less.

#Mm food mf doom samples full

Music has always been there to bring me back from the depths, and there are very few things as thrilling and heartening than listening to MF DOOM in full flow. With every passing year, life finds further ways to test and challenge me. Perhaps that’s the point, and they certainly keep the album ticking along nicely, I just think the record would be no worse off without the middle interlude, where MF DOOM doesn’t feature (on vocals at least) for almost ten minutes.Ī large part of my skepticism towards these instrumental interludes is purely because I love listening to MF DOOM rap. Truthfully, some of the skits scattered across the album leave me slightly fatigued, and it’s a relief when songs do re-enter. The instrumentals on “Hoe Cakes” and “Deep Fried Frenz” are delightful, and I will never get tired of the guitar loop on “Rapp Snitch Knishes” (I have had that song on repeat for quite literally hours on end). The jazzy beats of MM.FOOD are comprised of joyful, humorous food samples that have a distinct ’90s feel to them. When the wordplay is so sublime, it’s easy to forget MF DOOM’s other major skillset: production. In a way, MF DOOM was the Godfather of underground hip-hop. Pair it up against “Vomitspit”, though, and it ironically feels like child’s play. There’ll always be a place for songs like “Rap God”, if only for the novelty factor. His casual delivery and calm demeanour was, and always will be, a welcome contrast to rappers who aim for as many rhymes per minute as possible. I think most rappers knew better than to take on MF DOOM, simply because there’s no way they could have matched him for intricate wordplay. The third verse of opening track “Beef Rap” is an exhilarating early example of his technique, as he brilliantly mocks the culture of beef rap within hip-hop: ‘to all rappers: shut up with your shutting up/and keep a shirt on, at least with a button up/yuck, is they rhymers or stripping males?/out of work jerks since they shut down Chippendales.’ He defies the expectations of wordplay time and time again. It’s pure, natural talent that cannot be taught, nor replicated. MF DOOM doesn’t try too hard - in fact it feels like he’s barely trying at all. It may not be the unequivocal classic that stamps his name in the history books, but for my money it’s the most fun and nourishing project in his whole discography.Įverything about MM.FOOD feels effortless. However, if there’s one record that truly signifies the craft, humour, and outlandish creativity MF DOOM possessed, it’s 2004’s MM…FOOD. There’s no better way to mourn than cherishing the incredible music he gave us from the youthful days of KMD to the mastery of Madvillainy. The news of his death felt like the knockout blow of 2020, a year most of us were already keen to forget. He was your favourite rapper’s favourite rapper.

[mf-despair-queen]

Crawling Chaos - Part Three - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 5,827

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Masturbation, Shower Sex, Pool Sex

Notes: The much requested third and FINAL part of Crawling Chaos. I really hope you guys like this, and please don’t kill me for the end. I have no idea how you guys will take the end of this. Literally, I owe m life to @minhosmeanhoe because she was super encouraging while I wrote this and helped me work out some kinks in the plot. She is a godsend and I love her to death. 

Part 1  Part 2

You stared out the window, sensing the strain that existed in the town. Someone was dead, you could smell the torment even from where you stood. The house you resided in was abandoned long ago, and resided on the edge of Beacon Hills. But, it did come equipped with a pool!

Yes, Beacon Hills. You weren’t sure what kept drawing you back. Maybe it was the Nemeton’s power, even though you were not willed to do anything within the town. You were just here, waiting for something to happen, feeling the madness that certain people had.

You purposefully chose this abandoned house to avoid Void. The last two encounters were great, but you needed to keep your distance. You were never meant to encounter him in the first place. Now, it was like you were drawn to him. You craved his touch.

You bit your lip, closing the curtains and turning away from the window. “I don’t care about Void. He’s just another creature in this universe. I have a purpose, and that is to cause chaos. He just wants to feed off that. We don’t mix.” You looked in the mirror, growling when you saw Void looking back at you. You walked over to the mirror, looking at it closely. “I don’t want anything to do with you! I know how you are, and if you know I’m here, you will try to get even. I won’t have it!” You punched the window, watching it shatter, Void disappearing and being replaced with your own broken image. You sunk to the floor, holding your wounded hand carefully. “I want nothing to do with you…right?”

You sighed, heading into the bathroom. You picked the glass shards from your knuckle, standing up to turn on the shower. You were grateful for the nice shower this place had, allowing you to relax from the thoughts that plagued your mind. You hated the feelings you were harboring. You hated being drawn to his dark presence.

You stripped free of the bloody clothes you were clad in, remembering the countless men that killed each other around you in a small town outside of San Francisco. You remembered the way their blood spewed everywhere, caking your skin, hair and clothes in their blood. You ran off before anyone could find you alive amongst the dead bodies, fleeing back to Beacon Hills without a second thought. You dropped the ruined fabric in a heap in the corner, stepping into the warm water of the shower. Your eyes slid closed, feeling your body relax with the heat.

Your mind wandered back to the dark smirk plastered on the face of Void. You could perfectly picture his smug face, practically hearing him say that you would pay for what you did last time. Part of you feared what he was capable of. Part of you wasn’t worried, knowing you could probably outsmart the twisted fox. Part of you wanted him to find you, and show you the true meaning of chaos.

You ran a hand through your wet hair, wiping the water from your face. Your eyes cracked open, meeting the familiar whiskey brown eyes you saw in all of your thoughts staring back at you. You blinked, thinking you were hallucinating, the chocolate haired man smirking at you, eying your body. He never vanished from your sight, only seeming to get more clear.

“Holy shit!” you screamed, grabbing the curtain of the shower and holding it against your body. Void laughed, one foot propped up on the side of the tub. “You scared the shit out of me! How the hell did you get in? More so, how did you even find me?!”

Void leaned closer, ignoring the fact that the water was splashing his face and hair, dripping down his neck. The shoulders on his gray shirt was wet, but he didn’t seem to care. “Oh, kitten. You know I can sense when you are here. Last time, you got lucky I hadn’t sensed you because you had barely arrived. But this time,” his hand found its way to your cheek, rubbing it softly, “you’ve been hiding out here for two days. I sensed you the moment you stayed in this house that first night. You have a distinctive aura, kitten. Remember, I feed off chaos, and you are pure chaos. It was only a matter of time before I found you again.”

You growled, pushing his hand away. “So what, Voidy? I was just passing through, but wanted to see what all the commotion was about. What was tonight all about, anyway?”

Void chuckled darkly, staring at you. “One of them is dead. Sure, she killed an oni, but I damaged that stupid McCall pack. We’re one step closer to seeing them dead.”

You nodded, knowing he was not lying about the events of the night. “You aren’t worried they are going to retaliate?”

He leaned back against the shower wall. “Kitten, I can guarantee they will. That’s when we strike.”

You huffed, dropping the curtain and turning away from him to resume your shower. “There is no ‘we’, Void. I told you before and I will tell you again. I was just passing through. I have no qualm with this town right now. I am not to spread chaos here. That is obviously your job.” You got no answer, no rebuttal in any way. “See. You know I’m right.”

You felt a pinch in your neck, your hand shooting up to the spot. You turned quickly, seeing Void holding a needle in his hand, a grin plastered to his lips. “This won’t keep you down for long, but long enough for me to get even for your last visit, kitten.”

Your legs wobbled, your body becoming rigid. “Kanima venom?” You questioned, grabbing at the curtain to try and remain upright. Void nodded, catching you before you collapsed completely. He laid you on the floor of the tub, hovering over you.

“You’re always so smart, kitten. I swiped it from the druid emissary the McCall pack has on their side when they split me from my host body and took their banshee. Now poor Stiles is dying, their little huntress is dead, they are broken, and I have my girl back. I think everything is going to be just grand, don’t you agree?”

You bit your lip, wishing you could beat his face in at that very second. “I am not your girl, Nogitsune. I am a powerful Nyarlathotep. You have no power over me.”

He chuckled, standing up to strip the wet shirt over his head. He held that taunting look in his dark eyes, looking over at you with a smirk. “Well, kitten, I think for once in your life, you are wrong. Right now, you are mine. And I will get you back for what you did.” You watched him remove the handheld shower head, changing the setting to a more powerful flow. You now slightly regretted finding a house with the fancy shower.

He kneeled next to the tub, spreading your legs apart, lifting one to rest on the side of the tub. You stuck your tongue out at him, hearing him chuckle. “You’re an ass, Void. I’m just an innocent little girl. Why do you gotta be so mean?” He watching you with an amused face, seeing you huffing at him. “Man, why didn’t I think of this? It’s brilliant.”

Void leaned over you, his lips nearly brushing yours. “Kitten, I have to have a one up on you sometimes. I’m not as dumb as you might think I am.” His fingers trailed down your body, circling your belly button. “Once I am done with this and that venom wears off, you will be begging for my cock to be inside of you. Because deep down, I know you can’t get enough of me, kitten. That’s why you keep crawling back to me.”

You couldn’t deny his claims to be true. There was a part of you that wanted to be with him, to be pleased by him. But you refused to admit it to him. He didn’t need the ego boost.

Void felt the water, making sure it was still a suitable temperature. “Have you ever used one of these to masturbate, kitten? I’ve heard that it’s a very useful thing to females. Because it’s as simple as,” he held the shower head between your legs, the water rushing to hit your aching pussy and swollen clit, “this.”

A moan fell from your lips, your body wishing it could shift at the feeling of the water on your nethers. Your muscles ached, wanting to move. But you were forced to remain still, a knot forming rapidly in your abdomen.

Void moved the shower head along your folds, letting the water cascade over every inch of you. He watched your face twist in pleasure, your moans loud from the start. He enjoyed watching you helplessly cry out as he worked you off, unable to do anything back to him like you wanted to.

The fingers on his free hand trailed down your body, circling your nipples, groping your breasts in his palms. You mewled at the feelings, feeling electricity course through your body when he tweaked your nipples between his fingers, tugging the buds harshly.

“Void, you don’t have to be so mean to the tits. What did they ever do to you?” You quipped, cracking an eye at him. He chuckled, continuing his path downwards.

“They existed. They decided they wanted to be perky, and perfect. You have the best tits, kitten. Especially when they bounce in front of my eyes.” You didn’t fight back the blush, Void’s eyes catching the pink hue that dusted your cheeks. “Awe. Is someone a little flustered?”

He heard you mumble incoherent curses under your breath, knowing he caught you in the act. He tore his gaze from your face, focusing on his free hand and your pussy. His fingers swiped at your clit, focusing the shower head on your pussy. You let out a squeal, his fingers rubbing vigorously at the sensitive bud. The water pulsed against your pussy, washing away any fluids that escaped.

He didn’t waste time, traveling further down until he was at your pussy, using two fingers to spread your entrance, the water directly hitting the sensitive nerves of your aching core. You screamed loudly, your eyes slipping closed at the intense feeling you had flowing through your veins. Void grinned at your noises.

“You like that, kitten? You going to cum for me?”

You bit your lip, the knot growing weaker with each passing second. His eyes locked on yours, waiting for an answer. “Fuck you, you jerk. I’m still mad at you for outsmarting me on this.”

He laughed, moving the shower head to your clit, two fingers sliding into you. “After this, kitten. Cum first, then I will fuck you till you cum again.” His fingers thrust into you quickly, brushing your sensitive walls with each movement. The water pounded on your clit, driving your insides mad. Your face contorted into one of pure ecstasy, the knot unraveling before you knew what hit you. Your body was shaking involuntarily, even under the effects of the kanima venom, your pussy walls tightening around his fingers. Your juices gushed out, coating his fingers in the sticky liquid he loved so much. He quickly dropped the showerhead to the side, face down, so he could savor the taste of the fluids he had collected. You watched him lick his fingers clean, savoring every drop he had.

He stood up from the tub, fixing the shower head in place. The water sprayed directly on your face, making you sputter. “Void! Stop that before I strangle you!”

He laughed, adjusting you so the water wasn’t hitting your face, stepping back to rid himself of the wet khakis and boxers he wore. You focused on trying to move, your fingers twitching just a bit. The feeling was returning to your body, slowly turning to see Void tossing his clothes into a pile. He turned back to you, seeing you staring at him.

“Oh. Getting your feeling back already? Sooner than I had hoped. I was hoping for some more fun.” He knelt by the tub again, his hand cupping your cheeks. He licked his lips, staring deep into your eyes. “But I’m not through with you yet, kitten. You see, I have this…insatiable desire for me. Every time you’ve left me, you’ve left me wanting more. So now, I’m getting what I want.”

Your hand shot up, surprising him that you could move. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss you. His eyes widened briefly, stunned by the sudden action. He was sure you would try to strangle him after he paralyzed you the way he did, but instead he found your soft, plump lips attached to his own in a sensual kiss.

You sat up slowly, your body slightly shaking from the after effects of your orgasm and the kanima venom in your system. You pulled him close, your lips pressing frantically to his in multiple kisses. He groaned, helping you stand, his lips never parting from yours. His head was tilted to the side, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours. Your hands rested on his shoulder, nails digging into his skin.

He stepped into the shower with you, closing the curtain behind him. The water washed over you both, messy kisses still shared between you. His hands were on your waist, pressing hard into your skin. He pulled away from the kiss, trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck, placing a hard bite to the sensitive skin of your neck. You yelped in surprise, your nails raking down harshly on his back, drawing the tiniest bit of blood.

“Again with the biting, Voidy?” You grumbled, resting your head on his chest. He grinned against your shoulder, lapping at the bite mark he left on your skin. The feeling of his tongue made you hot, already beginning to ache for him again. You gnawed at your bottom lip, attempting to resist the need to cave in to his wishes.

His hands grabbed your breasts, his head dipping down to suck your nipples. You mewled in delight, your back pressing against the wet marble of the shower wall. Void attacked your breasts with his lips, leaving red marks everywhere he went. His tongue flicked at your nipples, pressing them in with the tip of his tongue and tugging at them with his teeth. Your fingers laced in his wet hair, tugging him closer to your chest.

“I hate you. I hate you so much,” you mumbled breathlessly. Void laughed, his hot breath hitting your naked breast. A shiver ran down your spine, straight to your core, which throbbed and begged for attention. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, drawing blood. You hated yourself for this feeling, and what you had to do to satisfy it. “Please, Void. I need you to fuck me.”

He pulled away from your chest, moving up to look at you in the face. “Did I just hear that right? Did my little kitten just ask for me?”

You grumbled, turning away from him stubbornly. “Nevermind. I take it back. You heard nothing.”

He pressed his lips to yours, the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue. You relaxed into the kiss, ignoring the nagging in your mind that you were becoming weak around him. You wanted him. Hell, you were sure you needed him at this point.

He lifted your leg, his arm placed under your knee. His hand pressed against the wall to keep him upright, your leg dangling from his muscular limb. He used his other hand to align his cock to your entrance, rubbing it against your folds until you were whining for him. He leaned forward, his hips jerking into yours as his cock slid inside of you, bottoming out in one quick thrust. You clawed at his shoulders, a wave of pleasure surging through you.

He pounded into you quickly, giving you little chance to adjust to his size. Your head fell back against the wall, fighting the moans that you wanted to let out and the screams that were caught in your throat. His hips rapidly snapped against yours, shoving you against the wall roughly. His free hand held your waist steady, bruises forming from how hard he was holding you. His cock thrust upwards, the angle nothing you had ever felt before.

The only sounds in the bathroom was the running water, the slapping wet skin of your hips against each other when he pounded you hard and fast, and your loud moans of desire. Void watched you closely, his eyes focused on your face. He memorized your features, noticing the way your eyes slipped closed at the massive amounts of pleasure you felt and the way your mouth would part whenever you moaned his name, the tiniest hint of a smile on the corner of your perfectly plump lips. He wasn’t sure why, but he found it attractive. He knew he was drawn to you, but this was beyond his comprehension.

He looked at your face once more, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. His hips slowed, giving you deep, sensual thrusts, his cock rubbing every inch of your pussy walls teasingly. You moaned into his kisses, his lips finding yours in multiple, sloppy kisses. His lips would envelop yours, tangling his tongue with yours openly.

You jerked your hips into his, feeling his pulsing cock twitch into your walls, pressing against your g-spot when it did. Your head buried in his neck, biting at it while he resumed his rough thrusts. His chest pressed against yours, his hand pressing against the small of your back to pull you close to him. You felt every part of him against you, your body becoming weak at his touch.

You couldn’t hold on any longer. His motions drove you insane, the coil that had formed inside of you unraveling for the second time that night. You shuttered against him, your toes curling into the water at the bottom of the tub and the steamy air around you. Your back arched off the wall, pressing into him. Your walls closed around him, hugging him tighter than you ever had before. He panted, his hips jerking sporadically until he came, his seed spewing deep into the reaches of your pussy. He gently moved inside of you, riding out your combined orgasms.

He let your leg down, holding you up so you wouldn’t fall on your wobbly legs. He turned off the water, his arm wrapping around your waist to carry you from the tub. You were weak, unable to fight him off as he carried you to the bed, dropping you on it callously. You bounced lightly, the springs in the old mattress squeaking under your weight. Water seeped into the sheets, your body sticking to them.

Your eyes closed, ready to fall asleep. You were already worn out from the night, and you didn’t think you had another orgasm in you.

He thought otherwise.

Void tugged on your legs, your back sticking to the sheets and pulling them along with you. He nestled between your legs, his fingers slipping inside your pussy. You moaned weakly at his touch.

“Really, Void? You’re ready for another round already? Why do you have to have such high stamina? Can’t you let a girl catch her breath?” You questioned, forcing your eyes open to look up at him. He smirked at you, turning his gaze down to your pussy, slowly pumping his fingers into you and using his thumb to rub your clit. You were a shaking mess, your body nearly shutting down from all the stimulation.

“Only the best to please my favorite kitten.”

He pulled out abruptly, pulling you up by the arms. He held you close, placing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyebrows furrowed, confused by the slightly romantic action. In all the times you had gotten together, he never displayed affection like this. It was always pure lust with him, pounding you into oblivion until you were a writhing, moaning mess. Even when you tied him up, he knew how to please you. Kisses were always messy, no feeling behind them.

You were confused.

He turned you around, holding your hips steady and pushing against your back until you leaned forward, hands pressed to the bed. You wobbled against the bed, your legs ready to collapse under you. He noticed your weakened state, tapping your ass. “Get on the bed, kitten. On your knees.”

You sighed, crawling sluggishly onto the bed, resting on your elbows and knees. He ran a hand over your ass, feeling the smooth skin under his fingers. “Totemo utsukushi…” He mumbled under her breath.

So beautiful…

You grabbed the sheets in your hands, your knuckles turning white from the tight grip. Why? Why was he acting this way? Wasn’t it enough that he got his revenge? He made you masturbate in the shower. He fucked you in the shower. He was about to fuck you from behind. What more did he want from you?

A loud smack echoed throughout the room, a stinging sensation erupting in your rear. You bit your tongue to fight the yelp of surprise. He pouted, massaging the place he smacked. “No response? You’re being stubborn today. I want to hear you purr for me, kitten. Make those sounds I love so much.”

Love…

Your mind was blank, trying to understand that word. A feeling you knew nothing about. How could you? You were the embodiment of chaos. You weren’t meant to have feelings.

You broke from those thoughts when you felt his cock slide inside your pussy. His hands pressed against your hips, tugging you back until your ass was against his stomach, feeling every line from his abs and every breath he took. He was buried to the hilt, his cock resting against your g-spot. He stilled inside of you, his cock fidgeting against your walls.

“Come on, Voidy. If you’re going to fuck me, then fuck me. What are you waiting for?” You sneered, Void picking up on your taunting tone. He smiled slightly, pulling out slowly so he could plunge back in effortlessly. You mewled at the sensation, arousal already building in your body. He was angle perfectly, his cock pressing up into you. Every thrust was deep, tapping your cervix with the tip.

Void panted, his hands resting on your back, focusing on giving you the most powerful thrusts he could. Sweat dripped down his brow, exerting himself completely. You were tight around him, his mind focusing on not losing control too soon. He wanted to make sure you were pleased, and he couldn’t be quick at the trigger if he wanted to do that.

“Totemo taitodesu…” He mumbled, his nails digging into your back.

So tight…

You giggled, tugging at the sheets. He slowed down, looking down at you. You glanced over your shoulder at him, laughing harder. “You mumble in japanese a lot when you’re horny.”

He grumbled, a low groan coming from deep in his throat. “Well, excuse me kitten. Do you have a problem with that?”

You smiled, turning away from him. A faint blush was on your cheeks, but you hid it away in the sheets. “No. I just think it’s kind of cute…”

Void stopped moving completely, shocked by your words. He wasn’t sure what to think about your words, trying to decipher the true meaning behind them. You began to panic, fearing you had said something wrong. Maybe you shouldn’t have said something like that.

He leaned forward, tugging on your hair until you were looking back at him. It wasn’t forceful enough to hurt, but dominating enough to know that he was in control. “You’re pretty cute yourself, kitten. Now, purr for me, ok?”

You nodded, feeling him continue his powerful motions. You mewled for him, but you weren’t focused on his actions. You were stuck on his words. They were stuck in your head, telling you that you needed to confront him on this matter.

It wasn’t long before your body tore you from your thoughts. Void jostled your hips back into him, meeting him in perfect rhythm. His balls slapped against your pussy lips every time he jerked forward, pulling you back against him. You moaned his name loudly, your body shaking uncontrollably. “Come on, kitten. Cum for me. Watashi no tame no ken.”

You unraveled, collapsing on the bed as your orgasm rocked your body, Void leaning forward to stay inside of you. Your fluids splattered against your walls around him, coating his cock and soaking into his skin. You were convulsing on the bed under him, screaming his name endlessly. Your walls clenched him closely, hugging his cock when he came. His thrusts got slower, riding out your high, feeling your tight walls milking him of the seed that spilled deep inside of you, mixing with your own fluids.

He pulled out as you relaxed, walking away to grab a tissue to clean his cock. You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought.

“Void.” He turned to you from inside the bathroom, eyeing your unmoving form. “I want you to leave. And never come back.”

His forehead wrinkled, his brow knit together. He walked over to you, leaning over you. “What the fuck are you talking about, kitten?”

You pushed him away, sitting up carefully. “I...I can’t do this anymore. I don’t understand you.” His look was still one of pure confusion, your eyes locking with his. “Your actions tonight...they were different. They were not the same as every time before.”

“I’m not understanding, kitten. Just spit it out!”

You growled, standing up and backing him into a wall. “You! I don’t understand these feelings for you!” He stared at you, watching you silently. “I’m fascinated by you. I’m drawn to you. You make me feel something I haven’t felt in my lifetime. A feeling I’m pretty sure that neither of us are supposed to feel! We are beings of chaos. We aren’t supposed to be...attracted to someone else the way I am with you.”

He stayed silent, hearing you sigh angrily. You turned on your heel, running out of the house into the backyard. The warm air hit you, making you uncomfortable. You were already heated from your time with Void, and you needed a way to cool down quickly. You spotted the pool, instantly jumping in head first.

You stayed under for a second, thanking the cool water around you. You kicked off the bottom of the pool, breaking the surface and gasping for air. Void stood at the edge of the pool, watching you push your hair back. His lips were in a tight line, saying nothing.

“I thought I told you to leave!” You growled, swimming to the other side of the pool away from him. He sighed, diving into the water. He quickly caught up with you, trapping you against the pool wall. You pounded on his chest weakly, knowing it had no effect on him. “I don’t want you here. I can’t think properly when you’re around.”

His hands locked around your wrists, holding them against him. “Stop fighting for one second and listen to me.” You sniffled slightly, locking eyes with him. “I can’t say what I feel for you, little Nyarlathotep. I told you early. You are...alluring, enticing. There is something about you that I can’t get enough of. I am drawn to you, just as you are drawn to me. I don’t know if it is love. I just know that I need to be around you. There is something about you that I can’t seem to stop thinking about.”

You huffed, leaning against him. “I was never supposed to meet you, but I did. I figured ‘oh why not. He’s hot.’ So I let you fuck me. When I left, I couldn’t help but feel...unsatisfied. I needed to come back.” You looked up at him, his dark eyes focused on you. “Why am I drawn to you?”

“I don’t know, kitten,” he mumbled. “Maybe we’re just two fucked up chaotic beings that are supposed to spread madness together.”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Then come with me. You can do way better things outside of Beacon Hills. Just think about it! You and me, traveling the world for centuries, feeding the world with chaos. Just what you always wanted, right? We could do it together. It’s perfect for both of us, Void!”

He stayed silent, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. A spark ran through your body, your eyes sliding closed, holding him closer to your body. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his body pressing you against the side of the pool.

The kisses were soft, slow and sensual, his lips wrapping around yours completely every time he leaned forward. You pulled him close, your fingers tangled in his wet locks. This interaction was different than the lust from the past, but you enjoyed the feeling. You were still confused, but in this current moment, you just needed him.

You felt him press against your core, your hand dipping down to align him to your entrance. He didn’t argue, shifting his hips so he could slide inside. The feeling of him inside of you never ceased to amaze you. He filled you completely, driving you wild from the moment he first touched you.

He rolled his hips into yours, making you moan into the kiss. His pace was steady, thrusting into you. His cock rubbed yours walls, the friction against your sensitive walls making you crazy. The tip of his cock prodded at your g-spot.

You broke the kiss, burying your head into his shoulder. You kissed at his skin softly, hearing him moan into your ear. You clung to his tightly, kissing your way up to his ear. “Void, go faster. Please,” you whispered, hearing him grunt.

His hands grabbed onto the edge of the pool, his hips moving faster against yours. Your legs tightened around him, moving your hips to match his thrusts. You mewled into his ear, his forehead pressing against yours. He panted, his breath hitting your lips, making you whine. He chuckled softly, pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

“Kitten, cum with me,” He said, his voice almost nonexistent. You nodded, grabbing one of his hands from the pool edge. You brought it down, intentionally skimming his fingers over your breasts, passing them over your nipples and down until they rested at your clit. He got the gist of your motion, rubbing the sensitive nub with his fingers. Your hand reached down, grabbing his balls and fondling them gently.

Your moans mixed together, Void rolling his hips into yours quickly. His movements were growing sloppy, feeling your walls clinging to his cock.  You leaned towards him, his head dipping down to meet yours in a quick kiss, your bodies colliding in one final thrust, simultaneous orgasms rocking your bodies. His seed erupted inside of you, combining with yous, painting your walls with a mixture of the juices. You mumbled his name, Void resting his head against your shoulder, riding out your orgasms.

You clung to him weakly, your eyes closed. He held you close, working his way towards the steps of the pool, carrying you into the house, still buried deep inside of you. He didn’t keep track of the event to follow. You know he set you down to dry you off before tucking you into the bed and curling up beside you. His arm wrapped around your waist, kissing your temple.

“You’re staying?”

He nodded, pulling you close. “Yes, kitten. I’m right here.”

You smiled, losing consciousness quickly. “Good. Does that mean you’ll leave with me tomorrow?”

He stayed silent, watching you fall asleep before you could ask again.

Your eyes fluttered open, the sun hitting them through the broken blinds. You rolled over in the bed, feeling the empty spot beside you. You sighed.

“Should have known he would leave. Guess I’m on my own again. I was stupid to think we could do this together.” You buried your head into the pillow, tugging the blanket around you tightly. You were annoyed, mad at yourself for half hoping he would actually leave Beacon Hills with you.

You sat up, patting your cheeks. “No more sad. He’s just some stupid fox.” You pictured his face for a second, sighing. “A really handsome fox. That understands the true meaning of chaos.”

You noticed the neatly folded clothes sitting on a chair on the side of the room, a piece of paper sitting on top of them. You picked up the paper opening it slowly. Your fingers tremble, reading the words that were neatly written inside.

私はすぐに帰ります。それから私たちは混乱を広げます。

Watashi wa sugu ni kaerimasu. Sorekara watashitachiha konran o hirogemasu.

I will return soon. Then we will spread chaos together.

You smiled at the note, putting on the clothes he left you, and pocketing the small paper in the shorts. You walked over to the window, staring out at the small town of Beacon Hills. “Wreak havoc, my precious Nogitsune. Show them what chaos is all about.”

Time seemed to go by quickly, and by the time night had fallen, you knew something was wrong. You grabbed your stuff, rushing out the door, leaving the door swinging open indifferently.

You found yourself atop the roof of the high school, watching the McCall pack mourn their lost friends. The curly-haired wolf was holding a box, the Nemeton’s power giving it a distinct aura to you. A boy was holding a strawberry blonde, and you assumed this was the host body that Void had used. He looked the same, but you knew, deep inside, it wasn’t him. Your eyes locked on the wooden box, knowing that was where he was. You looked up at the sky, a smile on your lips.

“Don’t worry, Void. I will find a way to release you again. And one day, we will spread chaos throughout the entire world. Just you wait, Voidy. You can’t get rid of me that easily. You may be a thousand years old, but I have existed a lot longer. I’m not going anywhere.” You looked back down at the pack, turning on your heel to walk away. Your hand stuffed in your pocket, holding the note he left you in your hand. “I am the Crawling Chaos, and nothing will stop me from releasing chaos on this world.”

“And nothing will stop me from being with you when I do.” 

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[MF] Zeitgeist (or the Bum)

Wrote this a long time ago for a class. I was trying to have "fun" writing this.

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You hit the mute button and cussed him out. You did that for a few seconds and then reconsidered. The chains were off. So you hit unmute and detonated the bridge: You cussed him out.

And you used all your best words too. You pulled the big guns, you used the compound words and compound sentences.

Then you used all kinds of rhetorical techniques, though you leaned mostly in the strategy of repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition. Of the prime, nefarious English words, glorious as they are, splendid at the feel when they come off the tip of the tongue from the depths of your abysmal throat.

And you got on a roll. You didn’t realize he had hung up. Not that it mattered. Because you were digging deep into your bag. You were going off. You were rediscovering everything in your college-borne repertoire. You used ontological expressions (You + are + a + [blank]!). Then you followed those with existential statements (You + are + one + [blank]!). You even managed to throw in a few theological combinations {Deity + damn + you + demon/devil + [blank]!) and Marxist styled idioms (You + bourgeois/capitalist pig + [blank]!).

Then you went historical. That’s right. Everything you ever said when complaining about the landlord who kept posting late-rent, ‘or-else,’ pre-eviction letters on your apartment door, and everything you ever used on your neighbors across the hall who let their dog drop shits all over your doormat, and everything you had ever invented during the football games you always watched alone and always used your rent money to bet on. You used it all. And everything was on the table. His wife, his kids, his dogs, everything. You used them too while emptying your rhetorical armory. And you struck every landing. Your words had pop. Everything was explosive. And even though your paragraphs had no logic (not that it matters in moments of explosive exposition), you were still telling the truth. It was your proud moment of oratorical barbarity. You were telling the truth, your truth, and in your soul, your dwindling soul, you knew you were doing the exact, right thing.

But let’s slow down. What happened to you?

Well, you got canned. You got canned, again. Other synonyms go as follows: Discharged, dumped, let go, dismissed, fired, screwed over.

When did this all happen? Well, it was midnight and you were on the road. You were just a quarter of the way to the city and you were hitting 95mph headed east on the 101. You were listening to Kendrick. You’re always listening to Kendrick and you were, of course, ‘singing’ along, and leaning hard into the lyrics, and pretending as if you yourself were performing on stage or in a music video.

You meant every word you repeated.

Then, suddenly, Kendrick gave way to an incoming call. Which of course, was the boss. You picked up. You were ready. You were about to tell him you were just about a minute away from the parking lot. But the boss goes and says one thing after another. He tried to sound like the good classic character of authority who’s full of understanding, who’s sympathetic to the trials of your life, who’s been there himself, who’s really hoping for good and bright things to happen to your young, hopeful life. He tried to tell you that this wasn’t personal. He tried to say it would be, for you, just minor setback, that’s all, just a minor one, small, infinitesimal, negligible, a blip. He tried to lay it on you that yours was a life brimming full of possibilities and opportunities ahead. This was just a little, baby, tiny setback. Barely a setback. That’s all this was. You will be fine, Darius. Just fine.

Right.

Then you cussed him (see introductory paragraphs). And then you tried threw your phone down the passenger side floor of your dying 94 Camry – your Camry of which has a driver’s side window that can’t be let down and a passenger’s side window which can’t be shut. Then you screamed. You had the right. You did. Then you punched your steering wheel a few times and swerved. Then you punched the dashboard and your radio and you swerved again. Then you tore your rearview mirror off and, in a moment of blank minded, righteous rage, you tried to throw it out of the passenger’s side window. But what happens is the mirror bounced off the glass and hit you back. Then you swerved, then you screamed, then you – ended up punching your own chin, loosened a tooth. But that calmed you down a little. The punch reset you. And for a time you just grinded your teeth and kept reciting in your brain that all that you lost was a gatekeeping job, that’s all. No big deal. That’s all it was. A gatekeeping job.

Just a gatekeeping job.

Then you started reciting that you lost a gatekeeping job.

Then you realized you had lost a gatekeeping job.

You lost that.

And thus you turned your thinking back to your landlord and all the golden eviction letters he was trying to swallow you with, and you turned your thinking back to your neighbor’s shitful dog, and you turned your thinking back to your mom and dad’s forthcoming disappointment; and then you turned your thinking back onto all rest of the facts that seemed to prove without a cosmic doubt about how very, very little you are.

And then you went on to remember that you have no weed at home. Because you had no roommate. Not anymore. She left. And that meant no more free oxy, no more free “candy,” no more simpler pleasures. Then you remember she took your PS4 on her way out, which was, ladies and gentlemen off the jury, a classic, dick move. She also took the TV with her along with your Bluetooth stereo. Not to mention, she changed the Netflix password and redirected all your streaming accounts to her array of email addresses. Not only that, she established her phone as the primary authentication device. What is meant to be said this: She went in on you. She knocked you out of the ropes. And then, on top of that, she had also taken all the Jameson and all the lesser booze out of the cabinet. But she didn’t drink any of it. No, no. What did she do? Well, what she did was pour out all the bottles into the sink, into the toilet, into the bathtub, and onto the bathroom floor. All of it. Drained. She left you dry. Just because she could. Just because she wanted to show you. And now your bathroom smells like a Boston sports bar. But all you have are empty bottles.

So, you go four to five more miles down the highway, and you start really thinking about it again, you start really thinking about driving off a cliff. You thought about how easy it could be. You wouldn’t have to worry about rent anymore, on top of everything else. You could stake your claim on that ‘Get out of Life’ free card. But then you figured the best opportunity to accomplish that kind of feat was forty plus miles headed the other way, headed west. You would have to not only turn around, but you would have to get on Canaan road in Thousand Oaks. You’d have to drive up and up and up to get into those nether regions of the canyons and then find the right spot where the shoulder rails were thin and weak and the drop was deep enough to guarantee the morbid victory that you would be giving unto yourself. In other words, that would take work. That would take will and a certain kind of courage. Not to mention, you wouldn’t be able to see everything on the road or in canyon. You wouldn’t be able to tell what kind of cliff you were on. So making the drop would be a gamble. Because you might just make it. You could survive. And with survival, well, that meant hospital bills, towing, psyche tests, phone calls to mom and dad, and god knows what else. And another truth is, you didn’t quite have the gas or the will to go forty miles and take care of it. You just got fired after all. So you didn’t have much will for anything.

So, instead, for a few miles on, you looked for anyone to cut off on the freeway. And what happens is, you get three of them. You get three to swerve, flash their beams, shake their fists. One even tried to get you back. But they didn’t know you had nothing to lose. So you took some gambles, made some maneuvers which, well – so what if you made him swerve into the shoulder and crash into the wall? You know this: He was driving a BMW and he had the bright, neon blue, LED lights. So he deserved it. You think, fuck him. You think, fuck all of them. You think, anyone with neon blue LED lights deserved to drive into a wall at 100mph. They all did.

But after this, what happens to you on the road is a realization. That’s right. A realization sets into you. A lump gathered in your throat. Your cervical spine got hot. The back of your skull tensed up: You were just a gatekeeper.

Just a gatekeeper.

And you were a real one. You were an actual gatekeeper (not the symbolic gatekeeper all the pale, glowing literati proudly - chest out, head high, shirts tucked - consider themselves to be). Meaning, you sat in a real shed and watched YouTube videos. Sometimes you trolled in the comment sections for the genres you possessed some inside knowledge of. Sometimes you pressed the gate button. Other times you fixed the ticket machine. But what you really did is drink coffee and use Facebook and Instagram to scour the digital sea to hate and admire all the lives you will never have.

Gatekeeper.

That was the job you could get a hold of. That was the job you couldn’t keep.

But forty miles away was just too far away, you tell yourself. Forty miles was just too far away to get to while you were sober.

So it goes. Next is, you exited the freeway and head toward one of the three Ralph’s on Ventura (that you know of).

Why? Why Ralphs? Because you need a drink. Wait, why Ralphs again? Because you needed affordable beer. And you needed affordable beer because you heard somewhere in a comment section or a tweet that one ought to, “Use affordable beer to quell the sensations of the absurd; use affordable beer plus cigarettes to negotiate the anxiety of the psyche in moments of inordinate upheaval.” Maybe you read it somewhere in a book somewhere, probably Carver. Not that it mattered where you heard it from. Because it sounded like a useful rule of thumb. In fact, it sounded like something that ought to be law.

Drinking was a matter of survival. That’s what you reminded yourself.

Then you reminded yourself that ‘survival,’ isn’t really the word for it.

But what you do understand is that cheap, affordable beer is all you can use to bring you to the one hermitage of the mind of which is called forgetfulness (or something like that). A peaceful state. You need it. Cheap beer is your route to get there. There are others, but you can’t afford them. You don’t have a roommate. She’s gone. So you need cheap beer. Cheap beer is what will help you get to sleep it all off and get on to the next day and the next and for as long as you have the money (and a liver). For a time, enough cheap beer will blot out the truth that you can’t call mom because you lost a gatekeeper job of all things (which could cause her to stress and thus, hurt her liver) and you can’t tell dad because he just lost his (his own gatekeeper job, and also his own liver). So, these be the circumstances where a drink – and many drinks - many, many, many drinks - is needed and required and demanded. For the sake of the soul. These be the circumstances where drinking it off should to be the law of land.

So, onto ‘Survival’ it is.

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FIN

There's more, but...you know...whatever man. If you have anything to say about it (no matter how minute or major or offensive) let me know. If you would like me to read something of yours, let me know that too.

Stay healthy, people.

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[mf-despair-queen]

Crawling Chaos - Part One - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 3,496

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female receiving), Fingering, Riddles

Notes: My first Void smut? My first Void smut. Not sure how well this will really go tbh because I don’t think I’m good at portraying Void. But let me know for sure if you do like it. This idea has been in my mind for a few weeks now, and all because I was listening to one certain anime opening at work called Koi wa Chaos no Shimobenari. It kind of gave me the idea for what to do with this, even though it has NOTHING to do with the song. Also, side note, i did use Google Translate for one small thing in here. Don’t blame me if it is wrong.

Part 2  Part 3

The moon barely broke through the treetops, but you could see perfectly. You wandered alone through the dark abyss of the woods, unsure where you were at this point. You had been on the run for so long that you didn’t care where you ended up at this point. You just knew you were somewhere in California..

You knelt down by a bush, observing the tiny flowers that were blooming on its branches. They swayed gently in the breeze, your nose picking up on the faint aroma they were exuding. You gave a tiny smile, running your fingers over the petals careful.

With one touch, the flowers began to wither.

You smile widened, watching the flowers die in front of you. These were the little things that you lived for. It may sound odd, but it’s true. Everywhere you went, disaster followed. Every time you stepped into a town, chaos ensured. The people turned mad, turning against each other in an instant. And you know what?

It made you happy.

The flower dropped to the ground, your bare foot smashing it into the dirt. You giggled at the action, feeling the crunch of it under your toes. You spotted another bush with flowers, skipping over to it to repeat the actions.

“Little dove, who let you out of your cage?”

You froze, your fingers inches from the next flower you were about to kill. You turned to the mysterious voice, spotting a figure sitting atop a giant tree trunk. You could feel the power the tree held, as well as the ominous aura of the figure atop it.

You slowly stood up, taking a good look at the person who addressed you. He was pale with dark circles evident under his dark, whiskey eyes. His chocolate colored hair was disheveled, sticking up in random directions. He had a smirk plastered on his smooth, luscious lips. Moles littered his perfectly defined jawline. He sat cross-legged on the stump, clad in some khakis and a gray striped shirt. You guessed he had some decent muscle under that shirt with the way it clung to his arms and chest. You were even more sure of what the package down below held, a small bulge apparent in his crisscrossed legs.

You narrowed your eyes at the male, pursing your lips. You were trying to stay calm, unsure what to expect with him. “It’s kind of hard to keep me caged. I always seem to slip out. What about you? Someone let you roam free without a leash?”

The man chuckled lowly, leaning back on his hands. “No one can contain me.” You smiled slightly, thrilled by his resilience to the world. There was something about the man in front of you that excited you. He crawled off the stump, slowly making his way towards you. “Now, tell me. What exactly are you, little dove? What kind of beautifully destructive being are you?”

His hand cupped your cheek, his fingers caressing it gently. His eyes bore into yours, your face heating up with him being near. “Y-You probably wouldn’t know what I am. And if you do, you wouldn’t believe me.”

He grinned, a dark glint in his eyes. “Try me, little dove.”

Your mouth was dry, and swallowing did nothing to relieve the pain it was causing. You licked your lips, his eyes following its every move. “I’m a nyarlathotep.”

He blinked slowly, processing what you said. Within a second, he burst out laughing, stepping away from you. “The crawling chaos? You’re the crawling chaos? I’ve hit the fucking motherload. This is brilliant.”

You cocked your head, missing the warmth of his body already. “How exactly is that good for you? It’s good for me, yes. I’m the one that enjoys it.”

He jumped atop the tree trunk, looking down at you. “Oh kitten. You haven’t realized what I am then?”

Sending him a glare, you took in his features once more. Aside from the dark aura surrounding his being, he seemed like an ordinary human. He didn’t smell different. You could almost mistake him for being weak ad fragile if you didn’t know he had real muscle hiding under his clothes. Your eyebrows knit together, frustration on your face. I’m sorry. You look like an ordinary human If you ask me.”

“So simple, kitten.” He jumped off the stump, taking long strides towards you. You took a few steps back, your back colliding with a nearby tree. His hand gripped the bark, trapping you against it before you could slip free. “I’m sure in your time on this earth you’ve heard of a nogitsune.”

Your eyes locked with his, widening slightly. “I’ve only heard tales. Never met one personally though.” You looked him up and down now that he was closer, smirking slightly. “You took over a teenage boy? Whatever possessed you to do that?”

He chuckled, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. “He was open to it. A smart but easy mind I could slip inside. But I could ask the same thing about you. Why take the form of an innocent, young girl?”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. In the sweetest voice you could muster, you said, “Well, no one would ever suspect an innocent girl like me to turn a town mad, now would they?”

He groaned, shifting against you. “I can’t argue that fact, kitten.” He licked his lips, his breath fanning over your face. “Being near you sure in enticing, kitten. I can feel the chaos you possess within you. It’s delicious.” You felt something prodding at your thigh, a soft whimper escaping your lips. “We could do great things together, kitten. Together, we can spread chaos through all of Beacon Hills. What do you say?”

You nodded, tugging him closer by the shirt. Your breathing was coming out in shallow pants, your body warm against his. “I will only play with you if you play with me first. I’m not one to help another so lightly. Show me how devious you can be, nogitsune.”

His eyes glinted in the faint moonlight, a mysterious twinkle in them. “Well then, let’s play a game, kitten. Answer my riddles, and I will reward you. Also, just call me…Void.”

You glared at him. “Riddles? That’s the best you got, Void?” You meant to taunt him, attempting to manipulate him to do what you wanted. But he didn’t budge, messing with the buttons on the shirt you were wearing.

“First one. The more you have it, the less you see. What is it?” He slowly began undoing the buttons, feeling your chest moving as you held your breath. He saw the wheels turning, trying to find the answer. He knew you couldn’t resist answering.

“Darkness.” You said confidently. He nodded, ripping the shirt the rest of the way, the buttons flying in different directions and getting lost in the dirt and leaves. The cold air hit your chest, a shiver running through your body. “Shit, it’s cold outside.”

“And yet, you have no shoes on.” He quipped, running his fingers along your skin. “You chose a nice form this time around. Beautiful to the eye, but reeking of chaos and strife. What else do you got, kitten?” His hand tugged at your bra, leaving you to mentally curse the human contraption. “Next riddle. I pass before the sun, yet make no shadow. What am I?”

You huffed, tugging on his shirt. You were getting annoyed, partially from the riddles and partially from the lack of interaction he was giving you. You were burning up inside, and he wanted to tell you riddles. “The wind,” you muttered through clenched teeth. He didn’t waste a second, the bra ripping easily between his fingers. Your breasts bounced freely from its confines, nipples already erect from the cold.

Void licked his lips, staring down at them. “Correct. You’re a smart one kitten. Contemplate this one while I reward you. What is it that is deaf, dumb and blind and always tells the truth?”

You blinked once, Void gone from your sight before you knew it. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples, his tongue running over the bud slowly. You moaned aloud, your hands tangling in his hair. Your mind blanked, only thinking about the feeling his mouth was giving you. His hand gripped at the other breast, groping it between his fingers, making the veins in his hand pop out more. Your moans grew louder, his tongue flicking over the nipple repeatedly. He paused only once to swap breasts, repeating his actions.

You were shaking under him, trying to focus on the riddle he gave you. “It’s a-a…fuck!” You screamed, his fingers tweaking one nipples while his teeth nibbled at the other. Your head fell back against the tree, your hair getting stuck in the bark. You were writhing against him, struggling to stay composed. “A-a mirror! A fucking mirror! Fuck!”

He released the nipple with an audible pop, sucking on random spots on your chest. “Good girl. How am I doing so far?”

You scowled at him. “You’re a prick.”

He chuckled, popping the button on your jeans and slipping his hand into your panties. His fingers flicked against your core, collecting the juices that leaked out. “Mmm. You say that, but I obviously am doing something right.” He pulled his hand out, leaving you whimpering. “Get this one right, and I will reward you again. What can you break without hitting or dropping it?”

You gripped at his arms, your nails digging into the material of his shirt. They flexed under you, confirming your suspicions that he had hidden muscles. He pressed you closer to the tree, his lips brushing against yours briefly. You whimpered again, barely managing to utter anything “A-a promise.”

“I got a smart one right here.” He dipped down, tugging the jeans and panties down your silky legs, stripping them from around your ankles and discarding them into the bushes. He blew against your folds, feeling your legs trembling. “Now, let me hear you scream, kitten.”

His mouth connected with your entrance, swiping his tongue along your folds. You mewled, your fingers gripping at his hair, tugging it relentlessly. You felt his lips tug upwards, his tongue delving into your dripping pussy. It swirled in circles, gathering every drop of liquid you had released.

“Void,” You whined, your legs turning to jelly. His tongue thrust into you quickly, wiggling against your walls. His ears perked up at the growing volume of your whines, your hips thrusting into his face. His tongue went deeper, rubbing your walls with the tip. “I need to feel more. Please.”

He pulled away, replacing his tongue with two fingers, scissoring them while he drove into you. Your whines turned into small screams, your teeth digging into your lip to muffle them slightly. His tongue grazed your clit, flicking at the nub continuously. His fingers pounded your pussy, rubbing against your sensitive spots every time.

“Come on, kitten,” he taunted, nibbling at your clit. “I want to hear you scream. Scream while you cum.”

His lips wrapped around your clit, giving it a hard suck. His hand sped up, your body jerking more than before. You finally let out a loud scream, letting his name bounce off the trees while you came around his fingers, feeling your juices dripping freely down your thighs. Your body shook, your hands resting on his shoulders to keep from collapsing.

He lapped at your juices, licking his fingers clean once he pulled them from you. He carefully stood up, his hand resting on your hip to keep you steady. You were panting wildly, your eyes bearing holes into him. “One final riddle, kitten. Then I will tell you a secret.” You mumble a small curse, watching him tug the shirt he was wearing over your head. “No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?”

You stared at his toned chest, noting the patch of hair that was growing on his chest and the even more notable trail of hair that lined his stomach, disappearing into his khakis. You barely processed the fact that he had told you a riddle, your mind fixated on the handsome creature in front of your eyes.

“Well, kitten? What’s the answer?”

You blinked, looking back up with him. “Oh. Um.” You thought momentarily, staring into his dark eyes. “Silence. It’s silence, isn’t it?”

He grinned, leaning close to your ear. “So smart. Silence is correct. It’s also something we won’t be having here soon. Now, let me tell you a secret. Something only the two of us can know.” Your breath hitched, feeling his lips brush against the shell of your ear. He wet his lips, his tongue skimming against your earlobe, leaving you shaking at the small action. “Anata ga mohaya aruku koto ga dekinaku naru made, watashi wa anata o tsuyoku fakku shimasu. Anata wa watashi no namae o sakebudeshou.” You shivered at his words, clearly understanding what he had just told you.

I’m going to fuck you hard and fast until you can no longer walk. You will scream my name.

You fumbled with the button on his jeans, your lips colliding with his finally. He roughly shoved you against the tree, his mouth sloppily meshing with yours. Your tongues battled your dominance, his overtaking yours easily. His hips ground into yours while he kissed you, muffling your gasps of pleasure. His head tilted to the side, allowing him to enclose his lips completely around yours. You couldn’t deny that his lips were soft, but that was the least of your concerns currently. You just wanted to feel all of him.

He pulled back, helping undo his jeans, letting you push them down to his knees, his boxers following shortly after. You glanced down at his giant cock, watching it slap his stomach, seeing the precum seeping from the red tip, observing the way it twitched in anticipation. He hiked one of your legs up around his waist, aligning himself with your pussy. With one quick thrust forward, his cock burrowed into you to the hilt, a loud scream ripped from your throat.

He didn’t waste any time, slamming upwards into you, driving his cock into you ruthlessly. Your back scraped against the bark of the tree, red marks covering your soft skin. You gripped at his shoulders, scratching at his back as loud moans hit his ears. He let out small grunts, unrelenting as he smashed himself into you.

“Fuck me, Void. Oh my god!” Your head fell back, your leg tightening around his waist, allowing him to hit even deeper. He groaned in response, his fingers leaving dark bruises on your thighs from where they were pressing into you. The other hand gripped at your waist, helping you move so you would meet his thrusts rhythmically. They met in perfect unison, causing louder screams to echo through the woods.

He let go of your thigh, slipping his fingers to your clit, rubbing random, feverish motions at the engorged nub. He felt your walls tightening around his cock, your body squirming in his grasp. His name flew from your lips countless times, unraveling in his arms. Your toes curled into his back and the dirt, your back arching off the tree he was pounding you into. Your nails raked his back harshly, drawing small amounts of blood from the pressure. Your head buried into his neck, biting at it as you came around him, his moan fueling your orgasm. Your fluids splattered your walls around him, providing extra lubrication for his rough thrusts as you rode out your peak.

He grunted, pulled from you quickly, wrapping his arm around your waist. You squeaked when he picked you up off the ground, carrying you over to the trunk he had been perched upon earlier that night, his pants left on the ground. He placed you in front of it, spinning you so your back pressed against his chest. His hands fondled your breasts, his head dipping to kiss and bite at your neck. You moaned, feeling his stiff cock pressing against your back. Your body heated up quickly, your pussy aching for him.

“Void please. I need you still. Please.”

“Oh, kitten,” he chuckled menacingly. “We’ve barely started.” He pushed you forward, your hands catching on the trunk. His hand pressed into your back, his cock lining up with your pussy. The tip rubbed your entrance, his ears catching your mewls of anticipation. He grinned at your noises, proud of the mess he had made of you.

With one swift thrust, he was buried deep in your pussy, his cock pulsing against your walls. Your nails dug into the stump, claw marks left in its wake. You waited for him to move, shaking every time you felt him twitch inside of you. When he remained motionless, you glanced back at him, seeing his intense stare at you.

“Do you want me to do all the hard work?” You grumbled at him, Shifting your ass against him. He groaned slightly, his hands gripping your waist. “Fine. Don’t answer me, you dick.”

You shifted your hips backwards, feeling his cock bottom out before leaning forward. Once the tip was nearly out, you bottomed him out again, repeating the same motions over and over again. His groans got louder, his grip tightening. He helped lead your motions, guiding you as you thrust against him.

“Kitten, as lovely as this is, I need to fuck you harder.” You barely had time to process his words before he began pounding you once more. His momentum was solid, never faltering in his ungodly speed. You moaned noisily, a knot forming in your abdomen.

He propped one foot on the stump, giving him a new angle to thrust at. His cock pressed into your walls, nudging your g-spot constantly. You were barely standing, your arms becoming weak. Your body was shaking, spasms rolling through your body, pleasure and desire coursing through your veins.

His hand collided with your ass, a loud slap filling the air. You screamed at the contact, a rush of bliss filling you. He laughed, his thrusts increasing. “Oh, you like that kitten? Keep those screams coming, baby.” He smacked your ass again and again, enjoying the sounds that were coming from your lips.

Your walls hugged around him, clinging to his cock. “Void, I’m going to cum.” He moaned in response, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. He grabbed your ass, his cock twitching against your walls. You shuddered against him, your breath coming out in short pants.

“Go ahead, kitten. Scream for me as you cum.” One final hard thrust sent you spiraling, black spots filling your vision. You let out the loudest moan possible, the only word slipping passed your lips being Void’s name. Your body quaked, your orgasm rocking your being. Your fluids flooded around his cock, soaking it completely. Void moaned, his cock sputtering against you. His seed spilled from his tip, mixing with your juices inside of you. You were a moaning mess, Void wrapping his arm around you and pulling you up against him. Your back pressed against his chest, Void hugging you close to him. His lips met yours in a sensual kiss, you both coming down from your highs.

Your legs were shaking when he let you go, sitting you down on the stump. He foraged for your clothes, dropping yours next to you so he could get dressed. He watched you slowly get dressed, licking his lips in delight. You finished slipping his shirt over your head, since yours was ruined, looking up at the dark eyes of the fox.

“So, my little dove, what do you say about wreaking chaos through Beacon Hills with me?”

You tipped your chin in thought, a smile upon your lips. “Well, seeing as your just fed a LOT of chaos off me while you fucked me, I don’t think you need me anymore. Plus,” you leaned back on the stump, your hands softly caressing the flat top, “this here Nemeton doesn’t want me to spread chaos here. It wants me to head east. Guess I’m needed elsewhere.” You crawled off the stump, staring at Void’s shocked expression. “Oh, don’t feel bad honey. I had a lot of fun with you. I definitely will have a hard time walking that way.”

You pat his cheek, heading the opposite direction of the town you knew was there. “Toodaloo, Void. Spread lots of chaos for me. When you’re done here, come find me and we can have some real fun.”

You disappeared into the trees, leaving Void alone. He rubbed his chin, grinning evilly. “That woman. She really is the Crawling Chaos. She is driving me mad already.” He turned on his heel, adjusting his still hard cock in his pants. “I’m still turned on by her too. Fuck.”