#jazza prompt

[unknown-dragons-monsters-aliens]

I have no idea what to call this thing. But, if any of you have seen Jazza from YouTube, he made a video about recreating Creepypastas from memory and we as an audience got a prompt at the end. This is what I made, I have no name for it, but I do have a... Dark ish story for what it is. I would love to hear your opinions on what to call it.

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 8 | Humiliation - Jude

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 1.2k

18+, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, public stimulation, shoe humping, brief victim blaming from Jude (nothing far off from canon), sub reader

“Can’t believe ya were stumblin’ in the middle of a wolf den. Bein’ at the mercy of dangerous men get you off?” Jude scoffed. He walked with you by an abandoned warehouse, on the way back to Crown Castle.

“No!” Your ears burned and you glared down at the ground. Your fists pressed against your sides.

“If that ain’t what it was, tell me why you fell flat on yer face during a mission. When I told you to stay back.”

“They weren’t watching me and I saw an opening. I was trying to help.”

He rolled his eyes a bit. “Well, ya got their attention if that’s what ya were tryin’ to do. Imagine what woulda happened if I hadn’t been there to punch their lights out.” He got a look in his eyes and grinned. “I’d say ya owe me.”

You nearly froze. Your heart dropped past your stomach and to your groin. This was either going to be labor or humiliation, the latter which always got you hot and bothered against your will. And it only ever made you feel more embarrassed. Either way this was going to be torture.

You could feel his judgmental stare on you.

“Blushin’ already? I haven’t even done anythin’ yet.” He stepped closer to you. “What indecent shit are ya imaginin’?” 

He followed each step you took back, until your back hit the wall. He put his arm on the wall and leaned in. His face was so close. You could smell him, you could feel the heat coming off of him. You stared into his eyes. Your racing heart was going to give you away.

“Tch. I asked you a question. Ya braindead already?”

“N-no.”

“Not very convincin’.” He pressed his knee between your legs, guaranteeing no escape. “What cha gonna do when some villain has ya pinned and all you can do is stare with a blush on yer face?”

You stuttered, trying to think of something to say, but blanked. “Well, you’re making it hard to think.”

“You’ll needta be able to think, or else I’ll be able to do whatever I want with ya.”

A jolt of heat went between your legs.

He rolled his eyes. “Yer supposed to fight bac-” His eyes caught on your face and he stared with shock. It quickly shifted to annoyance. “Are ya actually gettin’ turned on?”

“N-no.”

You turned your face away and tried to fight back. You tried to move to push him off. Which made your groin slide against his knee. A moan tumbled out of your lips before you could even stop it.

The both of you froze. Your blood rushed in your ear and just stared at the ground. Neither of you moved a muscle. You blinked. Maybe he didn’t hear it?

“What the hell?”

Shit.

His thumb went under your jaw and pushed your chin up. Forcing you to look into his eyes. Your face was burning.

“Did ya like that?” he smirked. There was something else beneath his eyes that made you nervous.

You stared at him wide eyed. You couldn’t say anything. Not anything that would make it better.

His fingers brushed against your neck. “Moanin’ like a slut.” His knee pressed into you harder. “Ya think that’ll stop the bad guys.” He rubbed it against you. “What cha gonna do when some creep is doing this to you and all you can do is moan.”

You bite back another moan. Trying your best to meet his gaze still. “Fuck you.”

“Ya say that like ya don’t like it. Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing would come out. Maybe you should say that, but it wasn’t the truth. And you didn’t want to say it.

“Tch. Hopeless little…” he muttered to himself. 

He took your hand and pulled you inside the warehouse. His face got close to yours  and he stared you down. Your heart hammered in your chest. He grinned.

“Ya wanna get off?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” He lifted a hand and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I wanna get off.” You didn’t want to play any more games.

It felt like your face was overheating. Your breath was heavy as you forced yourself to look into his eyes.

He smirked. “Ain’t that so? Well, ya can hump my shoe like a dirty slut.”

Your eyes went wide and your sex throbbed. “Excuse me?”

“Ya heard me. Last offer.”

With a pout you got down. You hid a smirk as you looked up at the look of shock on his face. That you actually did it and positioned yourself on his shoe and grinded down on it. Your smugness quickly faded. You tried to hide a gasp at how it dragged across you. The hard tip pushed into where you needed it and gave just the right stimulation. You were actually doing it. You were actually grinding on Jude’s shoe.

He tilted his toe up into you just enough. A moan tore from your mouth. Your hands gripped onto his pants.

“What cha makin’ such a lewd face for? If I didn’t know better I’d say ya enjoyed this. Tch Really are hopeless.”

You bit your lip. His words only made the heat in you worse. 

“You’re so mean.”

“Then stop. Ya can walk away feelin’ all needy, right?”

You knew you couldn’t.

Your head pressed against his leg as you kept going. Gripping tight. Hips bucking into the toe of his shoe. The burning in your face only made you closer.

Tears pricked in your eyes. Your breathing grew heavy and erratic, mixed with moans as he kept tapping his foot up into you.

His fingers found their way to your chin again. His touch light but firm as he made your wet eyes look up at him again. He smiled. Your heart nearly melted.

He chuckled. “What a cute face.”

Somehow that was the final push to send you over the edge. A final pulse of pleasure and embarrassment that this was what made you cum, before your nerves were flooded. You would have buried your face into the leg of his pants were his hand not still there. Instead he watched every expression as your face twisted in pleasure.

You could feel how wet your underwear was against his shoe. You still clenched and throbbed around nothing as you came down.

In the middle of catching your breath, he grabbed your hand and pulled you up. You would have stumbled over again if he hadn’t caught you by the waist. Your eyes met his and there was something that made you pause. There was a strange look in his eyes. His thumb smoothed over your hip slowly.

His expression shifted back into his default and he let you go. He turned on his heels and started to walk, letting you follow behind.

“C’mon. We hafta get back eventually.”

[talesofourworlds]

“If you expected something better… you’re an idiot.” ThoseTalesKids Anise, to whichever muse you feel is appropriate! What is context!? xD

Draw with Jazza prompts @thosetaleskids

"Sorry, Anise."

"Nothing against your cooking or your being here, I promise. I'm just surprised it's just you and Ion here," Guy explained. Come to think of it, he hadn't expected to find himself in the Grand Chokmah inn, either. Much less waking up there with Anise offering the food she'd prepared. How did...?

Oh...

Oh, now Guy remembered. Blue eyes widened a touch, and he looked around again. Ion was sat nearby, looking rather tired. Guy looked himself over next, and he saw the sleeve of his right arm was rolled up. The scar from the curse slot seal was still present, but the wound itself wasn't burning like it had been before. Guy also realized he was able to think a lot more clearly than he had been in Theor Forest. Back there, Guy remembered with more and more clarity, his old hatred for the Fabre family had risen to the top of his mind. And he...

The fork he'd picked up to poke at the food Anise made slipped from his grasp and landed on the plate with a clatter. There would be a lot to explain, he knew. Unless, of course, Luke and the others had already worked out what had been driving him to attack his best friend.

"Hey, Anise? Is Luke okay? I didn't hurt him back there, did I?"

[missaengg]

Between Two Villains

Day 26 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Villains | Ellis Twilight x Jude Jazza x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, threesome - f/m/m, oral sex, spitroasting, cum swallowing, p in v sex Prompts: Spitroasting | “Oh, you'll regret letting me know that you like this.” A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this ever since the Between Two Villains event. While I don’t think Jude would be willing to ever have a threesome, especially with Ellis, it doesn’t hurt to dream about being sandwiched between your two villain faves, right? 🙃 ao3 link here.

They’re so close… You can feel the sweltering heat of their bodies smothering you like the stifling humidity of a hot, muggy summer day.

The bed’s wide enough to fit three adult bodies comfortably, but Jude insists on sleeping in the center of the King size bed, there’s no way he’ll scoot over to give you more space, and Ellis is acting like your bodies are glued together.

You groan, feeling your body temperature rise from the heavy comforter and the two men pressing into your sides. While the mission has been completed successfully, the assassination on the Queen’s life thwarted and those involved taken into custody, it’s the middle of the night. All that’s left to do is sleep, but…

Do they have to insist on sleeping in your – the Queen’s – bed?!

The heat is suffocating, though some of it may be due to the proximity of the two men sharing your bed.

“So damn warm… Feels like you’re burnin’ up with a fever,” Jude grumbles from next to you.

You want to scream then move, but you refrain because knowing Jude, he’ll just shove you further into Ellis – who’s curled around you like a clingy cat nuzzling his sweet, innocent face into your shoulder – and take up more space like the twisted villain he is.

“She’s warm, and she feels good… Hey, why won’t you hug me back?” Ellis asks.

Even if you want to, you can’t move, sandwiched so tightly between the two of them you can’t even properly breathe. You keep your eyes trained on the ceiling because if you turn either way, you’ll be embarrassingly nose-to-nose with one of the two members of Crown.

Your cheeks flush from the relentless heat and the absolute ridiculousness of your current predicament.

“Heh… What’s with the red cheeks? What kinda indecent thoughts are ya thinkin’?” Jude jabs you with his elbow, and though you can’t see him, you just know he’s smirking that sadistic little smirk of his.

Trust Jude to find a way to make this even more awkward.

“Aren’t you the indecent one, climbing in someone else’s bed?” you shoot back.

“Not me. What kinda villain’d do such a thing, huh?”

Ugh.

“Oh, do you want to do something indecent? Sure, what would you like?” Ellis eagerly jumps into the conversation having completely missed Jude’s sarcasm.

“What?!” Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. Out of all the Crown members who are likely to even make such a lewd suggestion – aka almost all of them – you never expect Ellis of all people to make it.

Ellis looks at you earnestly as he asks that outrageous question, but your look of disbelief and bewilderment is lost on him as he continues.

“Maybe you’d prefer doing it just with Jude? Or with both of us?”

You can hardly believe what you’re hearing, what he’s suggesting. It’s the first time you’re hearing him suggest something so immoral, other than insinuating he’ll kill you when you’re at your happiest, which honestly just seems like a side effect of his Curse.

“Oi, quit draggin’ me into this mess,” Jude says. “If ya wanna do it, go ahead. I’ll just watch. That’s what you’re into anyway, ain’t it?”

“Really? Hm, if you insist,” Ellis hums.

Your face is growing hotter and hotter as the conversation progresses. Not only do they barge into your bed after catching the assassin, now they’re talking about such illicit things like you’re not even present!

“Would you please get out of my bed and sleep in your own rooms?!” You want to hide under the covers from the awkward humiliation, but also to conceal the strange flutter of excitement stirring within you, especially from Jude.

“But I’m too worried to leave you alone,” Ellis sweetly protests, as Jude quips, “Bed here’s comfy so I’ll pass.”

Technically, Jude is right. The Queen’s bed is the most comfortable bed you’ve ever slept in. The mattress is plush, stuffed with the highest quality down, and the blankets are soft, made of the highest quality fabric, but…

“Ugh, honestly!”  You’re too tired to deal with this… blissful indecency and arrogant selfishness, and you decide to give up on trying to get them to return to their rooms. “Fine, just stay here then. Good night!”

You pull the covers up all the way over your head blocking them from view. It’s clear they won’t leave, and you have no choice, but to try and get some sleep – if you can get any sleep, the tingling sensation taking residence in between your thighs likely to keep you up for some time.

“Oi, why’re ya tryin’ to sleep like a damned corpse?” 

“She’s hiding, now I’m sad…”

Jude scathingly grumbles, and Ellis whines. Ellis shifts away, finally giving you some space, and you sigh in relief, but your relief is short-lived when Ellis joins you under the covers.

“Hey, this mission was hard for you, right? I can make you feel good, if that’ll make you happy.”

Ellis’s suggestion is tempting. So very tempting. Your thighs rub together unintentionally, trying to relieve the tension that’s building from what his soft, melodic voice is whispering in your ear.

You realize the movement isn’t lost on Jude when he clicks his tongue and mutters, “Knew it. Nasty woman,” under his breath with a hint of what sounds like amusement.

Great, just… great.

It’s so dark under the covers, you can’t see Ellis, but you feel his large hand slip under the Queen’s silk nightgown you’re wearing, reaching until he’s cradling your bare breast in his palm.

“You’re so soft,” he whispers.

He kneads the soft tissue, brushing his thumb against your firm nipple. His other hand comes behind your head, guiding you to him, and he gently captures your lips in a series of feathery kisses.

Your head protests at how inappropriate this is… You’re in the Queen’s bed wearing the Queen’s nightgown, but Ellis’s kisses are so sweet and so tender your body’s betraying you, and you’re melting into his tall frame.

“The covers are too heavy, aren’t they? I’ll remove them for you.”

Your eyes snap wide open. Pushing the covers back will mean Jude can see what Ellis is doing, what you’re doing, how exposed you are with the nightgown bunched around your chest. Before you can even speak, Ellis is already lifting the covers, and you can feel Jude’s piercing amethyst eyes boring into the back of your head, judging the living fuck out of you, but your mind goes blank when Ellis recaptures your lips with his. His fingers are doing things to your breasts that make you shiver and moan and want more, more of his honeyed touch.

Jude shifts from behind you, and you realize with a start he’s groaning – groans you assumed were coming from Ellis – and… Was he stroking himself?! 

The idea of Jude getting off on watching you and Ellis is thrilling. You throb at the thought, thighs clamping tightly together, rousing tremors vibrating throughout your hot, bothered body.

A cold hand – which can only be Jude’s as Ellis’s burn – slithers up your quivering thigh. His hand is like ice on your flaming skin, a welcome respite from the inferno you’ve turned into. His finger hooks into your underwear and pulls it down in one swift movement before probing your slick crease and circling your aching clit.

Your hips violently jerk when he slips two fingers in.

“Naughty princess,” Jude snickers. 

Your cheeks burn, but Jude curls his fingers, and the moment he does you’re moaning. His fingertips caressing that heavenly spot has you arching your back and curling your toes, and you’re writhing from the hot and cold hands exploring your wretched body. You reflexively push your hips back against Jude, silently begging for him to go faster… deeper… Between Ellis and Jude, you’re losing control, caught in an overwhelming whirlwind of lips and digits and limbs. 

Ellis notices Jude’s entrance and pulls away from his quest to conquer your lips. “Oh, Jude. Do you want to go first or should I?”

“Tch… I’m already down here, ain’t I?”

Jude snakes his arm around your waist and fluidly pulls the two of you up until you’re bracing yourself on all fours. Ellis warmly smiles, slipping out of his clothes and re-positioning himself by your head.

His erection stares at you imploringly.

And what a pretty erection it is… His cock looks just like him. Tall, slender, pleasantly safe yet enticingly manly. 

“I want to feel you. Can I feel you?” Ellis innocently asks, and you’re so mesmerized by how alluring he looks, you lick your lips and part your mouth, curious as to how he’ll taste. Ellis takes that as an invitation and pops his twitching member into your waiting mouth.

He tastes salty. Pleasant. His fragrant musk overtakes your senses, and you swirl your tongue around his smooth tip, eagerly bobbing lower and lower down his shaft until he’s tickling the back of your throat, and Ellis is closing his eyes with a blissful, dreamy sigh.

You hear rustling from behind you – Jude removing his clothes. Something long and firm slides through your folds, probing your inner lips and coating itself in your syrupy arousal. He sinks in without warning – not that you expect anything less from him – and you lustfully whimper as Jude buries himself to the hilt. 

“Foolish lil bird…”

He’s stretching you deliciously open, the friction of his cock in you electric. While Ellis is allowing you to take the lead, Jude is bullying your dripping cunt, grasping the sides of your hips in a bruising, vice-like grip. He callously pounds into you like a madman, almost as if he’s punishing you for your depravity, and the dichotomy of their demeanors muddles your hazy mind into a torrential, dizzying spin. 

“Ngh… you feel so… so nice…” Ellis breathlessly rasps. His fingers tangle themselves in your hair, jerking uncontrollably as your mouth works its sinful magic sucking along his full length.

The room fills with the sounds of your desperate moaning, Ellis’s ragged gasping, Jude’s angry grunting, and a degenerate, wet squelching, a cacophony of debauchery.

You’re drowning, caught in roiling, turbulent waves violently crashing against the shore of your inflamed body, but you want – no, need – more. You can’t tell up from down, but it’s not enough, and before you know it, your trembling finger is reaching for your clit.

“Whaddya think yer doing, huh?” Jude growls. “If ya wanted me to torture ya some more, all ya had to do was ask.”

There’s a dark, twisted edge to his words, and he forcefully shoves your hand away. His arm wraps around your waist for leverage so he can continue furiously rutting into you while his other hand finds its way back to your swollen pink nub. His movements are rough, but they only add to the storm brewing in your center. Jolts of lightning course through your veins.

You’re teetering on the edge, one tiny push of pleasure away from falling.

“Mmm… I–I’m close… I…” Ellis tenses in your mouth. His breathing is labored, needy whimpers humming in his throat.

Ellis looks absolutely breath-taking. A rosy flush covering his cheeks. Sweat beading along his brow. Unruly, wavy hair sticking to his forehead. Twilight eyes fluttering closed. A pretty, pouting mouth dropping open.

He’s beautiful.

“Catch me in your mouth, okay?” Ellis’s voice cracks as he pleads achingly, and before you can make sense of what he’s asked, he pulls taut, passionately crying out your name and feverishly convulsing, spilling onto your tongue.

You swallow rapaciously, milking every last drop out of his spasming cock. He tastes bitter, salty, and sweet, and you don’t want to miss a single drop.

The taste of him… the sound of his ecstatic cries… the daze of his glazed-over eyes push you over the edge, and you fall, careening into a deep abyss. Your fingers curl desperately into the sheets, your vision explodes with stars, and staggering shockwaves rip through you so ferociously, you’re blinded. You tremble and quiver and shake, and you clamp down around Jude so hard, he hisses savagely.

You don’t know whether you should scream ‘Ellis’ or ‘Jude’, but your mind is so addled, it doesn’t matter, and you’re only capable of deliriously mewling instead.

As the tension leaves your body, you dissolve into a puddle of rapturous exhaustion. Your arms can no longer support you on their own, and Jude’s hold around you is the only reason you haven’t crumpled into an unraveled mess.

Ellis soothingly runs his slender fingers through your hair, delicately stroking your scalp with his fingertips, mumbling sweet nothings in your ears while Jude nips your neck and sneers…

“Oh, you’ll regret letting me know that ya like this.”

You barely register the promise of torment laced under Jude’s sinister words or Ellis gently pulling out of your slack mouth and switching places with Jude, your trance breaking only when Jude looms inches away from your face. Something wicked gleams in Jude’s eyes, complementing the arrogant smirk splayed on his lips.

“Hope yer ready, Princess, cause I ain’t gonna be so gentle with ya.”

You shudder. The threat of his words aren’t lost on you, and as Ellis slowly slides into your abused cunt and Jude abruptly shoves his cock between your parted lips, only one thought runs through your mind…

It’s going to be a long night.

[cheshireliam]

"The Past Records: Jude Jazza" Collection Event

Liam Evans' Debt Collection Notice

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Debt Collection Notice

Addressed To: The Well-Trained Cat

This is to inform you that payment is due as stated below. We kindly request your prompt action in ensuring timely payment.

Loan Details:

Cost of bandages applied when you were injured.

We request full payment, including interest, to be made by the end of the day.

In the event of failure to make payment, we will require your assistance with our work again. We trust that you will understand.

That charmin' face of yers and them uselessly good manners make ya pretty valuable. I'll be countin' on ya again.

Jude Jazza

[stellari-s]

a promise i want to keep . . .

request; it was a prompt from @judejazza hehe ✨✨ and requests are currently open!

wc; 1 958.

tags; jude jazza x gn! fairytale keeper! reader, injury fic, slight presence of blood, may be kinda ooc (this is my first time writing for jude and ikevil), pain inflicted on reader, best to assume pre-established relationship, jude is softer if you squint a bit 👀

summary; you had gotten injured after a mission because you took a hit for jude, but roger is out right now, and so who ends up treating your injuries? well, who else is there but jude?

you had made a mistake — except that you hadn’t. that is to say: you didn’t think you made a mistake, but in the eyes of the man before you, he apparently seemed to think otherwise.

“ow ow ow, jude,” you hiss, gritting your teeth together in an attempt to distract yourself from the sharp sting on your arm inflicted by a certain ruthless fairy. “be more gentle—please.”

“gentle?” jude repeats your words, albeit with a more cold tone and wicked grin. “i betcha you’re hopin’ for that quack of a doctor to come and treat your wounds so ‘gently’ right about now, but what a shame he’s out. the goddess of luck just ain’t on your side today.”

actually, you don’t mind being with jude... not that you’d admit such a thing to his face.

that, and you could find it in your heart to, i don’t know, be a little more nice.

despite that, though, you know that jude very well could have just left you there. if he was a truly harsh, truly cruel person that others may make him out to be, that would be exactly what he would’ve done. when you think of it like that, you really can’t bring yourself to mind.

that alone was enough to give you a sense of comfort.

you start to retreat into the confines of your own thoughts, and for a while, that is enough to withdraw you from the pain of the wound, letting it fade into a throbbing ache in the background.

that is, until another sharp pain brings you (unpleasantly) back to your senses. “ack, jude, really, if i wasn’t watching you, i would’ve thought you were out to reopen my wound, not treat it, i swear.”

“aw, does it hurt? what a shame ya won’t be protectin’ me next time.” his voice drips with sarcasm, but the next moment his smirk drops into a more serious, or maybe angry, expression. “if ya got the time to complain to me, ya got the time to sit and reflect how much of an idiot ya were back there. should i maybe look at your head first? or if ya prefer to reflect, you can sit on your knees to reflect yourself.”

“i don’t need to be on my knees for you to treat my arm,” you manage to talk back, your shoulders raising and eyes narrowing in a defensive posture.

you had responded the way you did in a somewhat sore attempt to hide how hurt you had felt by the words that pierced through your heart like a blade lathered with a generous coating of poison.

to your surprise, though, you see the silver-haired man before you grin. “oh? seems at least you got some guts.” jude then narrows his purple eyes, which reminds you of a field of violets in a moonlit night and makes you feel strangely calm, as he clicks his tongue in exasperation. “but talk ‘bout a joke goin’ over the head,” he mutters, though his hands continue to clean the wound. it seems he is no longer interested in pressing on the wound purposely for his own amusement.

“...it doesn’t hurt as much.”

the comment was meant for yourself, but it seems it had reached jude’s ears as he directs a glare in your direction. “yeah? want me to do it again?”

you feel a shiver rush up your spine like a spider crawling upwards, causing you to stiffen in place.

“n-no thank you.”

you two fall into a silence after this, letting jude focus on your wound. occasionally you hear him mutter how he was going to make roger pay tenfold for increasing his workload, but it doesn’t escape you how he still pays close attention to your wound.

as he does, the weight of your actions from the mission finally settle in your mind.

at first, when jude had called you an “idiot,” it really did hurt your feelings. you know his words are intentionally harsh, and if he wanted to be nice, he would find a way to twist those words to make them sound mean. but thinking back on the incident that had landed you two in the basement of crown castle as “doctor” and patient, you know the words he had spoken are the truth, even though he had casually waved it off as a “joke.”

— some time ago.

“jude, are you sure we should just walk back? we can always hail a carriage.”

“nah, the mission from queenie’s officially over, but there’s something i gotta check first. goin’ by foot’s faster in this case. if ya going to stick with me though then don’t get in my way.”

as a fairytale keeper, you don’t have an obligation to stick with jude any longer. if you wanted, you could simply go back to the castle, write the report, and submit it to victor. but there is a miniscule feeling tugging in your chest.

perhaps it was an innocent curiosity. a sudden, maybe “idiotic” feeling bubbling inside you urges you to nod your head, say “yes, let me come with” regardless of any rationale. it threatened to overflow.

outside of missions, what was jude like? you knew he ran another business, and that he has made a sea of enemies by now, but what else?

“…please take me with you, jude.”

a smirk graces jude’s lips. “just remember ya asked for it, so don’t come runnin’ to me if ya end up cryin’.”

the meaning of those words would sink in soon after, when apparently someone who is within this vast “sea of enemies” charges head-on toward jude from a blind spot.

jude starts to turn around, but when you see the silver gleam of a knife, your body moves on your own.

he could have protected himself all right. you know that well in your head.

so why did you take a blow for him? for jude, of all people? was it some attempt to cling onto any sense of justice in this dark world that muddled your sense of morality, maybe?

by now, jude had started wrapping gauze around your arm. you simply watch the bright red of your own blood spread like a flower blooming on the white of the fabric.

“…jude?”

“yeah?”

you had thought you were ready to confess your thoughts to him, but much to your chagrin, once you actually open your mouth to speak, the words come out with a slightly trembling, hesitant quality.

“about what you said before. i think… you were right.” you suck in a breath to try and recompose yourself (to little avail). “what i did back there was… idiotic, as you say. i’ll admit that.”

jude doesn’t respond, but you can tell he is listening, even without making eye contact with him.

you take his silence as a cue to continue — or rather, to finish your thought. “but, i don’t think that makes me, as a person, an idiot.”

jude scoffs. “a person is defined by their actions, whether they like it or not. if ya got good intentions but the way ya go ‘bout it is shitty, there ain’t no one who’ll give a damn.”

“that’s quite funny coming from you,” you blurt out before thinking, earning yourself a sharp look from those stormy violet eyes of his.

“ya know that’s besides the point, smartie. if ya really want me to think otherwise, i hope you’re prepared to pay back the debt ya owe. if not… well, at least ya ain’t idiotic enough to not know.”

he finishes wrapping the gauze around your arm then, though he doesn’t let go without giving your arm another squeeze, a threatening motion in its essence.

“ouch! okay, alright, i get it! i will pay you back, so stop squeezing my arm and pressing on the wound!!”

“next time don’t go dawdlin’ around tryin’ to protect me if all ya gonna do is get hurt and give me more work on my plate.”

you see jude’s eyes glare at you, maybe even gleaming slightly due to the lighting. his expression doesn’t bother to conceal his annoyance either. but once again you had come to the realization that — twisted as it was — this was his way of warning you, as one may arguably remember best through pain.

it was his way of protecting you.

his words were mean, but he never once abandoned you; he never left you behind. hell, here he was, probably having better things to do right about now, treating your arm (though that was only because roger was out).

the thought tickles your mind and makes a smile break out on your lips as you try to stifle laughter. jude, on the other hand, doesn’t seem so amused.

“ah? the hell’s so funny?”

“nothing.” more stifled laughter.

“aw, ya can’t be that much of a freak.” jude once again has that wicked smirk playing on his lips, glowing in his eyes. “how ‘bout i sew your mouth shut first for lyin’ through your teeth?”

“say what you want, but i know you won’t actually go through the pain of doing that.”

when you see jude’s eyes widen slightly, you can’t help but let out a small victory cheer in the depth of your heart for catching him off guard, even a little bit.

it was a small victory indeed, though, for jude managed to recover quickly.

“well if ya can go ‘n talk back to me like that, guess ya feel better.”

now it is your turn to feel surprised as jude suddenly lets go, turning his back on you and walking back upstairs in long strides. you lift your arms to reach out for him, unable to move more than that due to surprise for a brief moment. when you can move, you jump off the table on which you sat while jude was treating you to follow after him.

“ah… hey, jude! wait for me! would it kill you to walk a little slower?!”

though you can’t see his expression from where you are (and so you could be completely wrong), you have an inkling at least he isn’t wearing as harsh an expression as he had when he was facing you.

[jude seemed a little mad today.

i do get where he is coming from, too, i really do. that said, a part of me felt that if i hadn’t taken the hit for him, then he would have taken it for me. i’m not sure if he respects me at this point (maybe he just finds me annoying) but still, i’m convinced it’s in his nature to protect others.

like a guardian fairy, he can’t… not protect others. even if it’s in his own, jude way.

that’s why i couldn’t help thinking if jude is the one protecting others, then who is there to protect him?

maybe that person isn’t me, and i think i ended up in jude’s debt rather than earning any semblance of thanks. but even so, i can’t help but feel i want to become that person someday.

perhaps it’s simply naïveté, but that’s why until that day may come, i hope i can at least stay by his side.

“what a shame you won’t be protecting me next time…”

i know you probably won’t see this note, jude, but i just want to say that unfortunately, i don’t think this will stop me from trying in the future, nor do i really regret it.

——after all, just like you have your own promise you want to keep, i, too, have one of my own i do not want to break.]

(found on a crumpled notebook page, ripped neatly out from the book)

[distuff]

Honestly? I bet Jude (Ikevil) would get into it after he would see one of the crowns play it (either Will who was forced by Vic or Ellias who had it recommended by Liam).

Obvi first he would be, whot in the holy Mary is this crap? Basically shttin on the guys island only for em to be like "it took me months to get here" wChIch would spark competitive strike and Jude will start playin in on daily bases whenever he found himself smoking and sitting.

And within 3 weeks this bish managed to create imperium full of villagers who he calls baggers - when MC asks why would he do that he simply replies w a smirk, "Cause these wh*res love it, just look at 'em!" And he points at one of the villagers who is doing the heart animation

Bonus:

Whenever someone joins his island they're spawned in a building w no windows w only one door where they have to send 10k bells in order to move beyond (Including MC, but she later gets them back plus some additional gift in her mail stating "You need it more than I do."

His prices after that are fairly reasonable...just never trade with him

Question of The Day

Either through (loving) ‘force’, or by his own will, your fave has agreed to start up an Animal Crossing island. Does he play it daily/when he has time? Does he only play it when you’re playing yours? Is he the time to have a 5 star island with all the details, or some strange cursed island that you’re confused on he made it?

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[aquagirl1978]

Reunion

A/N: My third entry for An Invitation to Crown hosted by @judejazza - this is Part Two to my earlier fic, Cigarettes After Sex. Pairing: Jude Jazza x f!Reader Prompt: body worship Word Count: 1748 Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; reader is female; reader is called 'princess'; oral sex (suitor receiving); come swallowing; piv; explicit language used.

“I’ll do it.”

Everyone turned and looked at you - well, everyone that is but Jude. And Ellis. They weren’t there in the castle when Victor called everyone for this meeting.

“Are you sure about that?” Victor asked, his eyes searching yours for even a hint of hesitation.

“I’m sure,” you replied. You needed something – anything – to get your mind off of Jude and this mission presented the perfect opportunity to do so.

“Well, that’s settled then,” Victor announced with a wide smile and a clap of his hands. “Will, Liam and Alfons will go with you to –”

“She’s not goin’ anywhere. Too dangerous.”

The sound of silence rang loudly through the room as all eyes focused on Jude standing in the doorway. You looked at Jude, whose eyes were focused elsewhere, wondering why he was there. Not daring to hope he was there because maybe, just maybe, he still cared for you.

“She asked to go,” Will stated, his head tilted as he stared back at Jude. 

“She’s not goin’,” he repeated slowly, glaring at Will. “I won’t let her see what you're capable of,” he added under his breath, his gaze shifting briefly to you. 

Your breath hitched as you locked eyes with Jude. You missed him, far more than you cared to admit. Even momentarily, you could see the storm clouding his amethyst eyes, a storm you wished so desperately to be swept up into.

“To fulfill her job as Fairytale Writer, she needs to see with her own eyes what we do.” Will turned his gaze to you, his smile both mischievous and alluring.

Stop looking at me like that; your smile has no effect on me.

“It’s your choice. You don’t have to listen to him,” Will continued, resting his chin in his hand, blood red nails gently tapping the table.

“You’re not Ellis, you can do what you want.” 

A flicker of frustration flashed across Jude’s face as his body visibly tensed. “Go to yer room.” He didn’t speak your name or look your way, but all in the room knew his words were for you.

“What you choose to do next is up to you,” William said.

Your eyes flicked between the two men; really, it was an easy choice for you to make.

*****

“What’s going on, Jude?” you asked, spinning in your spot to face him. Safe in your room and away from watchful eyes, you were finally able to give him a piece of your mind. “You broke it off. You left me. You ignored me for days on end.” You spit each word out, hurling the truth at him, hoping one would strike him and hurt him as much as he hurt you. “Why now do you care what I do?”

“It's dangerous,” was all he said.

“Yeah, you said that already.”

Jude looked away, his gaze unable to meet yours and huffed a small breath. “Didn't want ya to get hurt,” he said softly.

“Jude…”

Your heart ached as you spoke his name; you were right, he still cared. 

“”Don’t go gettin’ yer hopes up. I’m still a bad man.”

“You're not a bad man, Jude. You’re a good man, who happens to do some bad things.”

Jude just stared at you, curious to hear what words would next come from your mouth.

“And I accept that. I want to –”

“No more yappin’,” he said, cutting you off. Before you could get another word out, he stepped in front of you. With his face mere inches away from yours, you braced yourself, expecting a barrage of reasons why this wouldn’t work, while staring straight into his eyes. 

And then you saw a flicker; it was subtle, but it was there. A softening in his expression as he stared back at you.

You weren’t expecting him to bring his hands to your face and cup your cheeks gently; he surprised you when he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss. 

“Jude…” you said softly, pulling away from the kiss in a moment of shock.

“Shuddup,” he whispered, pulling you back in for another kiss. Wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, his fingers reached for the laces of your blouse, your body tingling from his touch. 

For the first time in days, you felt alive, his kiss breathing life back into you.  Jude was back. And you were in his arms where you belonged. 

He pressed his body against yours, his heat radiating as you felt a familiar firmness that stoked a fire in your belly. You pulled away from his kiss, his disappointment expressed in a strangled moan; overcome with desire, you flashed him a grin before you began to unbutton his shirt. 

Taking your time undoing his buttons, you let out a small laugh as you swatted his hands away from helping you. There was only one way to make up for lost time together and show him how much you loved him, and that was to drag this out as long as possible. 

Fingertips danced across his chest, tracing the lines of even the faintest scars, lingering when you noticed how his breath hitched and his body tensed the further you explored.

With a few quick tugs, you pulled the hem of his shirt free from his waistband to get to the last few buttons. Your grin grew wicked as you sank to your knees to finish your job. 

His gaze still upon you, he took your hand in his, and gently, so very gently, placed your hand on the bulge between his legs. Slowly, you traced the outline in his pants, enjoying the sweet, pleasurable sounds he made. 

Your gaze lingered on the prominent bulge in his pants. Sighing softly, you brought your hands to his waistband and unbuckled his belt. As your fingers wandered by his waistband, you tilted your chin up and looked into his eyes, waiting for his nod before continuing your exploration. His eyes were half-lidded, darkened with desire, as he gazed back at you seductively. 

“Princess…”

To hear him finally call you that, his special name for you, was enough to send warm tingles all throughout your body. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft, your eyes shifted to the cock in your hand.

Words could never describe how much you loved his cock. How much you loved holding his cock in your hand. How much you loved sliding his cock inside your mouth. 

Unable to tear your eyes away from your hand on his cock, you began to stroke his shaft, so softly at first it was almost torture. Your thumb teased his tip – it was soft as velvet, a drop of pre-cum appeared; you could not wait to slide your tongue over it and lick that drop. You stroked your lover, enjoying the weight of his balls cupped in your hand. 

He brought his hand to your face, tangling his fingers in your hair. You glanced up at him adoringly, one last time before he guided your head towards his hips. With a smile on your lips, you teased his tip once more, another drop appearing; your tongue darted out, licking it, enjoying its sweetness on your lips. Pumping his cock a few more times, you opened your mouth wide while sliding his length inside. 

Dragging your lips up and down his hard shaft, he groaned as he pulled your head closer to his body. Flicking your eyes up to meet his, you loved seeing his face filled with such pleasure. Popping his cock out of your mouth, you wrapped your fingers around him as you placed a trail of kisses along his shaft. You then placed gentle kisses on his balls, taking each one into your mouth. 

Wrapping your hair in his hands, he guided your mouth back to his throbbing cock. Sliding it into your mouth, you sucked on him until his length hit the back of your throat. He held your head there firmly as he began to thrust into your mouth roughly. Heat flooded your body as your mouth was filled with his cock. 

“Ah, fuck…”

Once he began to tremble, you kept your eyes on his, never wavering, as he shot his load down your throat. Lapping up all his juices, you licked his cock clean as he moaned blissfully, his hand finally letting go of your hair. 

He offered his hand to you, helping you stand. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, eager to see where the night led you.

With the moon shining bright through the windows in your room, Jude guided you towards the bed, shedding the last of your layers on the way there. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, you gently fell onto the plush covers. Jude climbed onto the bed, his body straddling yours, a hunger in his eyes that you missed so much. 

His mouth fastened to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a trail of biting kisses, his long fingers traveling up your thigh searching for your sweet spot. You let out a lewd sound when he slid a finger inside you, his thumb teasing your clit. 

His touch filled you with so much pleasure that when he finally slid his cock inside you, you felt like you might come instantaneously. 

Later you could take your time with him, but right now, you just wanted to feel every inch of him inside you as you squeezed his length on each thrust. Dragging your nails down his back, you left light scratches, marking him, claiming him as yours. Enraptured, he claimed you, his mouth sucking sweet marks across your chest.

When your pleasure peaked, it exploded. A warmth filled your body like you never felt before as Jude joined you in a state of rapturous bliss. He collapsed on you, your bodies still joined, your euphoria ephemeral.

He lifted his head and stared at you; the room was silent, so silent you could hear your heart pounding in your chest. He brought his hand to your face, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

Jude finally smiled at you, a smile so warm it made you melt.

“I really can’t get rid of ya, now can I?”

“Nope.”

“Even though I’m a bad man who does bad things?”

“Whatever,” you said with a huff of laughter.

He couldn't hide his smile as he pressed a kiss on your lips before resting his head on your chest.

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[judesmoonbeauty]

Erupt

A tiny drabble featuring Jude's carrying you "style" based on his recent 95k bonus story from the recent IkeVil S-Rank SE. WC: 413 ┃Carrying you ┃Tension┃Fluff CW: None Pairing: Jude Jazza x Reader Pronouns: You Dividers: @/natimiles

In the coolness of a misty evening, Jude and Ellis marched their way back towards the carriage from a mission, only the sounds of their heels could be heard against the pavement, which prompted Jude’s ears to prick up at the lack of a third set of steps that should’ve been next to them. Turning around he saw you slowly walking in the distance almost at a snail’s pace. Exhaling his cigarette’s final smoke, he made his way to you, and after a few strides his icy amethyst eyes met yours with roll in annoyance, but you ignore it and attempt to gloss over the pain you’re enduring.

That night the mission had been at a banquet, and just by looking at your feet, he surmised that you must’ve injured yourself while trying to keep up with them as they chased down the culprit. Without a word he turns his back towards you and kneels on the ground waiting in silence.

“Whadda ya waitin’ for? Get on, idiot.”

“Me?” You point at yourself in disbelief at what you’d just heard.

“Are ya daft? Just who else am I speakin’ too ya half-wit.”

“Uh, well….if you’re sure.”

You carefully climb onto his back feeling suffocated by the awkwardness of your body clinging so closely to his. Sensing his hands slide around your legs to grasp you, you bury your head into his shoulder out of sheer embarrassment. The air felt heavy and tense as other feelings unexpectedly bore sparks inside your core. Swallowing hard in hopes it would extinguish the flickering heat, you let out a shaky breath that tickles Jude’s ear.

“Oy, don’t breathe on me!”

“Sorry.”

Jude’s ear tingled at the heat of your breath, painting it a pinkish hue. He too was already feeling an uncomfortable tension as the heat that from your lower half pressed itself into his back, so he cleared his throat in an attempt to rid himself of unnecessary thoughts, and warned you not to squirm unless you wanted him to drop you on the pavement.

Holding onto him tighter in fear of him making good on his promise you nod, “Understood.”

Both of you remained silent as he carried you piggy-back to the carriage. Had it not been for the cool mistiness of the evening, the heat of both of your suppressed desires may have erupted, but that left you wondering, would it be so bad if they did erupt?

[mxrmaid-poet]

bot drop: september 7, 2024

i did quite a few bots. also happy first month out of summer. it’s already starting to get cold! I had fun with everyone’s requests.

requests ~

nokto and rio

i rlly ate up this edited pic, yeah?

they r at the festival together in benitoite as a poly couple.

judeyyyy

user (a part of my jude and assistant user chronicles) turns into a cat. this was such a funny prompt I started brainstorming early lmaooo and nothing is funnier than my example messages:

thank you, for this

harr silver

he and user r talking abt their world differences. land of reason vs wonderland! it’s a cute established relationship. and harr gets to learn abt what a phone is

william shakey

user has a cold and will is helping them thru it. he actually speaks w old english so AHHHHH IM PROUD

vyn richter

he’s seeing his daughter off for her first day of kindergarten, and he’s more sad about it then she is lol.

jin grandet

modern AU! they r at an amusement park together and r exploring a haunted house attraction.

my first jin bot but not my last hehehe this was fun!

chevalier michel

SUCH A GREAT IDEA! chev ends up having to end things with Belle, now he’s together with user and he’s beginning to see so much of Belle in her; he’s starting to fall in love but feels guilty about it

my own ~

jude jazza - that’s right, more assistant user chronicles. now, user turned into a child.

MASTERLIST 💕

[rou-luxe]

"is it smut or angst" - short prompts

once I saw a meme where it said something like "I play a game with my friends, we take ao3 fanfic titles and try to guess if it's smut or angst". well here are some (very bad) possible writing prompts. use however you'd like. I don't really care if you give credit or not. (actually yes I do, @ me please 😭😭)

honestly any of these can be applied to any of the suitors depending on how it's applied. my brain is mush rn. I kind of gave up. THESE ARE SO BAD.

read the list as angst first then go back and try to read it with smut mentality

"He has no mercy. His apparent brutality seems terrifying, but you know it's because he loves you." - William specifically

"Please assure me that you will always be true to me." - Harrison specifically

"I'll never let you go" - Liam cries in Liam's path

"You only belong to me. Don't think about anyone else." - Elbert

"Don't you see yourself in the mirror? How sinful you are now." - Alfons 😈 alternatively "don't you see the mirror in you"

"You cling to me like an unhealthy addiction. You'll come again and again, just for me." - Alfons

"Doesn't it hurt?" - Roger (🤭)

"Enough. You're really gonna get it now." - Master Jazza

"I'd do anything for you." - Ellis

unfortunately, I don't have anything for Victor...

[razzmatome]

First

         Lifting on her toes, she pressed her lips to his. She saw his eyes narrow further, but they didn’t close. He was still waiting to see how far she was willing to go.

         Which annoyed her. He annoyed her.

Pairing: Jude/fOC

Words: 2296

CW: Mild suggestive sexual behaviour

Prompt: First kiss

A/N: First fic in a long time but when the prompt was posted in the Discord, my brain went into hyper drive. OC isn't Kate but got caught up with Jude through other means. Headers and borders from @/natimiles

         She was not cut out for physical activity.

         Panting as she ran, Bea could only focus on making sure she didn’t trip over her own feet. The vice grip Jude had on her wrist told her he was unlikely to stop if she fell and being hauled through streets and back alleys was embarrassing enough as it was. She didn’t need to add insult to injury and have him drag her as well.

         But, God, she needed him to stop running!

         They’d been going to check one of his warehouses for a new shipment when he’d realised they were being followed. He hadn’t wasted any time hustling her into an alleyway to cut across town. But it hadn’t done any good as they’d run into even more people who’d ‘wanted to have a word with Mr Jazza’.

         Now they were running. Because she was there. If he’d been alone, he probably would have dealt with them, but he’d made her come along because it was her shipment that had come in. She had tried to tell him that it was fine, that she could check them later, but no. He’d wanted her there, telling her it was pointless for him to check the quality of the fabric later when they could check it now. But now she was a liability to him instead of just an annoyance.

         “J-Jude,” she gasped as he turned down another alley. “Stop!”

         She heard the sharp noise he made but he didn’t slow. At this rate, she was going to pass out. A sharp ache was throbbing in her side and she couldn’t breathe. She needed him to stop. Surely, they’d gone far enough and didn’t need to keep up this pace.

         It finally happened when he rounded a corner sharply. She overbalanced and stumbled. There was no time to react, and she resigned herself to the pain that was coming. Along with the tongue lashing that was sure to come immediately after.

         But it didn’t. Jude pulled on her arm as he turned, keeping her from completely tipping over, and grunted as she fell into him. She felt him stiffen as he braced them both to keep them out of the dirt.

         When he didn’t say anything, she gripped his shirt and fought to get her breathing back under control. Her everything felt like it was on fire and-

         “We ain’t got time to stop, princess.”

         -he was completely fine. Maybe a little winded but fine. Because this was a normal part of his life. She sucked in a deep breath and shook her head. “You go,” she panted.

         “Ha? The fuck you sayin’? They saw ya with me,” he said shortly, pulling away from her and not letting go of her arm. “You think they’re just gonna let ya walk away?”

         She knew that but she was going to slow him down. She could tuck away somewhere to hide and make her way back to safety after they’d passed. Maybe it was wrong to use him as bait to save her own skin, but this was his fault in the first place.

         He took a step back toward her when she didn’t move, making her head tip back to meet his gaze. “Ya thinkin’ of doin’ somethin’ dumb, princess? Somethin’ noble?” he sneered.

         Hiding was hardly noble. “I’m going to fucking pass out,” she snapped back. “I can’t run anymore!”

         “Quit yer yappin’. If you can do that, you can run.”

         She was going to kill him. Tugging on her arm, she hissed as he held on tighter. “Jude, just let-”

         “We’re wastin’ time.”

         “No!” she said, digging her heels in. She could not run anymore!

         “We don’t have time to-”

         “Spread out and find them!”

         Her spine stiffened even as Jude swore sharply at the shout that was far too close for comfort. She reached for his hand, trying to pry his grip off her. “Jude, just go!” she said tightly.

         “Not happenin’ and now yer gonna owe me for this shit.”

         God, what was he going to do? Fight all of them? When he stepped in front of her, she realised he fully intended to do that. She gaped at his back, her thoughts whirling. How was this better than him leaving her behind? He thought she had had noble thoughts? What was this?! It certainly wasn’t going to end with him walking away unscathed and if he got hurt because she was here, she’d owe him even more. She was tired of owing him.

         Looking around, she grabbed the back of his coat and pulled.

         “What the f-”

         “Shh!” Bea snapped, pulling him into a shadowed alcove between buildings. This was a long shot and probably dumb. She could have made it easier, but her sister would kill her if she ever found out she exposed her abilities to anyone. Even if this was a life or death situation, Cate would tell her she wasn’t allowed to do it unless she was prepared to kill everyone around her who saw.

         “This ain’t gonna work,” he growled, crowding into her despite his words.

         She backed into the wall, ignoring how close he was to her. It wasn’t a great idea but if it did come down to a fight, it would be harder for anyone to get past him to use her against him. But her heart was hammering in her chest because he was right. God, this wasn’t going to be enough. They wouldn’t be clearly seen if someone went running past but if they looked back? Maybe she should have tried to push her tired body and kept running. Maybe she should have tried harder to get him to leave her behind. Maybe-

         “Calm down,” Jude muttered. “Yer breathin’ too loud.”

         She was? She couldn’t hear it over the pounding of her heart. This wasn’t enough. They were going to be found unless she did something more. Maybe she could warp the shadows without him realising. It would be tricky without moving her hands and he was so close he was sure to feel her moving. Was there anything else she could do? Anything that didn’t involve using her magic?

         “Princess, quit-” He grunted when she reached up to grab his face.

         This was absolutely a dumb idea, but she was out of good ones. Bea expected him to resist her, he never did what she wanted, but he leaned in when she pulled on him. A curious light was in his eyes, almost like he was waiting to see if she was bold enough to follow through with where they both knew she was going.

         She could feel his breath on her lips, could smell the tobacco on it. But she was focused on his eyes. They’d narrowed but she could still see that damned look in them, daring her to do it.

         “Check that way!”

         Lifting on her toes, she pressed her lips to his. She saw his eyes narrow further, but they didn’t close. He was still waiting to see how far she was willing to go.

         Which annoyed her. He annoyed her.

         She slipped her fingers into his hair, holding him to her. It had to be convincing if they were spotted. They needed to look like a couple stealing a moment in the shadows, not a pair on the run. But she couldn’t do it by herself and right now she was.

         Pulling just away from him, she breathed, “You ass.”

         Oh, she recognised that smug smirk. He wanted her to work for it. This was her idea so it was up to her to do it.

         Ass, she repeated silently. But she leaned in again, slanting her mouth over his. He was watching her still, that smugness hanging in the air around him. Would he rather fight them instead of kissing her? Was this really so horrible that he’d rather risk getting hurt?

         Her irritation got the better of her and she bit his lip.

         His eyes widened a fraction before she felt something shift in him.

         Gasping as he pressed fully into her, her fingers dug into his hair as he deepened the kiss. Her eyes squeezed shut as he didn’t let up. Damn it, she’d wanted him to respond but she hadn’t expected this from him! The kiss was rough and now she was struggling to breathe for an entirely new reason. All she could feel and taste was him and it was overwhelming.

         Hands grasped her hips, holding her right where he wanted. She hissed as his fingers squeezed through her clothes and dug into soft flesh. There were going to be bruises. She already knew her wrist was going to be covered in them and now he was marking her further.

         “Can’t keep up, princess?”

         Damn him. Cracking her eyes open, she was surprised he was still so close. Pale eyes caught her gaze almost immediately but it was the hint of heat in them that truly caught her off-guard.

         “Jude.” She didn’t get to say more as they both heard feet pounding down the alleyway and his mouth found hers again.

         It was hard not to moan as he didn’t hesitate, biting her lip this time. She felt him shift a little before she jumped when he gripped her leg and hauled it up against his hip. Her cheeks heated as cool air hit her skin, her skirt rucking up to expose far more than she wanted, and one hand dropped to his shoulder to push at him. Surely that was too far!

         But she stopped when she heard a low whistle come from behind him. “Well, damn!”

         Jude’s fingers dug into her thigh and he crowded closer between her legs. His kiss was still rough, but it was clear he was paying attention to whoever had spotted them. It seemed they were in the shadows enough that they weren’t immediately recognised but would that last if they couldn’t make this look real.

         Throwing caution to the wind, Bea hooked her leg around his hips and let herself moan. She hated that it wasn’t entirely fake. Her annoyance at him and all of this aside…he did feel far too good settled against her like this.

         “Oi, what are you doin’?”

         Her heart sank and Jude tensed. “No, wait,” she whispered as he leaned back from her.

         “Had yer chance, princess,” he muttered. “Now-”

         “Leave a man alone,” another voice yelled. “We ain’t got business with them!”

         “But-”

         “You really think a man like Jazza is gonna stop to get his dick wet? Get out of there! We’re gonna lose them!”

         Bea held her breath as they listened to the goons leave. Had it…really worked? She sighed before yelping when he snapped the strap of her garter against her thigh. “Excuse me!” she snapped, trying to move away from him.

         He didn’t budge, eyeing her for a long moment. “Didn’t know ya had that in ya.”

         She huffed and pushed at him. “Let go,” she said tightly.

         Her mouth flattened when he snapped the garter again, lifting it further this time. Great. A welt to add to the bruises because she was sure there were impressions of his fingertips on the back of her thigh from how hard he’d been holding it. “Yer the one clingin’ to me,” he pointed out.

         Her fingers jerked open as she realised she was still clutching at the back of his head. But she couldn’t do anything about the leg he was holding. “Jude,” she said, trying to keep calm. “Let go.”

         She felt him toying with the garter again and wanted to smack him when he tugged on it. But the snap wasn’t as hard this time and his hand dropped from her.

         Her leg came down fast, a small hiss leaving her as the heel of her shoe jostled her ankle, and she quickly reached to smooth her skirt down as he stepped back. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he lit a cigarette and kept an eye on the alley. Once again, he seemed completely unbothered by anything that had transpired. Well, no, not entirely. She pressed her lips together, an amused little huff leaving her as she saw that his hair was messed from her hands.

         “Somethin’ funny?”

         She could not tell him…but someone would and he would know that she hadn’t. “Stand still,” she muttered, reaching out to smooth his hair back into place. She’d messed it up; it was only proper for her to fix it.

         He was eyeing her again and slowly exhaled a long stream of smoke once she stepped back from him. “Make up yer mind, princess,” he muttered, turning away from her.

         About what? She moved after him when he started to leave their little alcove before almost running into him when he stopped suddenly to look at her. “What?’ Bea asked warily.

         Jude rolled his eyes at her. “Ya got us out of that mess so I owe ya for that and for the other thing.”

         “What other thing?”

         “Ya gonna look me in the eyes and tell me ya didn’t just waste your first kiss on someone like me?”

         Her cheeks heated but she didn’t say anything as she looked away from him. “I don’t need anything for that,” she mumbled.

         “Ha, liked it that much, did ya?”

         “I like being alive, Jude.”

         “Shouldn’t be around me then. But I clear my debts, princess, and this won’t be any different.”

         It was just a kiss. If it had mattered to her that much, she wouldn’t have done it in the first place. But as she followed him back toward the main street, she couldn’t help wondering what he considered equivalent payment for a first kiss.

[missaengg]

Foolish Lil Birdie

Day 30 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Villains | Jude Jazza x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, somnophilia, cunnilingus, creampie, p in v sex, body worship, some angst if you squint, soft Jude Prompts: Cockwarming/Somnophilia | “You feel so good. I don't ever want to stop.” A/N: Wanted to try something a little different with Jude. He has these moments of tenderness when reading through his POV stories, and I couldn't help, but wonder how he might be if he knew Kate wasn't awake... hence, soft Jude :P ao3 link here.

“I want you to use your powers on me, and then… and then have your way with me.”

Jude faltered, the words coming out of your mouth so unexpected, he was rendered speechless… and Jude was rarely speechless because he was rarely flustered, except apparently when it came to you.

Of course… of course a foolish lil birdie like you would make such a dangerous, outrageously lewd request.

“Ya realize what yer askin’, princess?”

You answered with a serene little “I do” and nothing else.

Jude found himself absolutely bewildered. You knew what sort of sadistic, twisted man he was, yet you were still willing to place yourself into such a vulnerable position with him.

“And what if I decide to do somethin’ depraved to ya?”

You simply smiled at him, that sweet, naive smile that just proved how little you knew of the evil in this world. “I trust you, Jude.”

Jude sighed, exasperated, but it came out as an aggravated growl. Of course he could trust you to say something so… so infuriating. A desire to teach you a lesson bubbled to the surface, itching to address your biggest flaw.

Your trust.

You were too damn trusting.

Which was how you ended up as Crown’s Fairytale Keeper in the first place.

“Ya sure about that?” he snapped.

The trust shimmering in your kind eyes stoked his rising ire. Ever since you joined Crown, Jude could tell you’d be eaten alive by life’s cruelty, but no matter how hard he tried to teach you, no matter what callous punishments he gave, you always just looked at him with those wide, trusting eyes.

So damn bright and kind and pure.

“Jude…” you reached up and lovingly cupped his cheek, “I know you won’t hurt me.”

There it was, your blind, unwavering trust in him. One he didn’t deserve. Because you were too good for him. Too good for this dark world he inhabited.

“Tch… ya really got no sense of self-preservation, do ya?” he grumbled, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sorely tempted to see you peacefully lying there, unprotected, dreaming a dream of him… perhaps. “Ya asked for it, princess. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Your smile widened, and Jude clicked his tongue, annoyed, yet aroused.

He didn’t bother warning you. It wasn’t his style, and when he placed his bony hand on your head, your eyes fluttered closed and your breathing fell into a slow, steady rhythm, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

You still had a tiny, sweet smile on your lips. Jude wanted to kill it… or kiss it… or some strange combination of both. He lightly brushed your hair off your forehead with more tenderness than he intended and ran his fingers through your silky hair, smoothing it back.

You slept like you were dead, but the rise and fall of your chest and your beating heart beneath his palm were proof you were still breathing.

“Gonna make ya regret this…” he gruffly said, but his touch said something different.

He placed his large hand on your cheek, feeling how soft and warm you were under his palm, and he pressed his thin lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

You were beautiful.

And you were all his.

Devotedly, maddeningly all his.

He slipped off your blouse and your skirt, cradling your body in his arms as he pulled the fabric away, leaving you bare and exposed for his wavering gaze to take in. He trailed his amethyst eyes down your sleeping body, all the way to your toes, a sight he had seen before, but never in an intimate setting like this.

And as if you could tell he was admiring you, you shivered delightfully, the corners of your lips curling up as if you were pleased.

Jude reached for your plush breasts, ones he’d on a normal basis brutally squeeze until you cried out in pain, but today… today he ached to have them in his mouth, to taste them with his tongue, and to nibble your delectable firm nipples between his teeth.

Gently kneading the plump flesh of one with his palm, his thumb brushing the pert peak, he popped the other in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the bump. He sucked on your soft flesh, marking your skin with red bruises, a parting gift of the wet kisses he was leaving behind. Jude closed his eyes and quietly groaned. It wasn’t the first time he’d touched them, but it was the first time he truly enjoyed them, allowing himself to relish them without any biting or pinching or pain.

You let out a delicious, little moan, and Jude felt himself stiffen, the strain against his pants painful, but he couldn’t relieve himself. Not yet. Not when there was still so much to explore.

“Ya like that, dontcha, ya little masochist,” he teased, but his words carried a playful fondness instead of its usual bite.

Removing himself from your heavenly breasts, Jude parted your thighs. You were on display, a feast for his darkening eyes, and he was entranced by a thin thread of your arousal stretching taut until it snapped as your lips opened. The lust he’d been holding at bay flooded him, crumbling all of his defenses in one roaring, turbulent wave. You glistened, shimmering even in the dim light, a sign of your desire for him. Ready to be taken by him.

“Ah, fuck, princess…” Jude sucked in a ragged breath. “What’re ya doin’ to me?”

He ran a finger through your folds, feeling how slick you were between his pointer and his thumb, breathless at how pliant you were being, and then nestled himself between your thighs, placing a kiss on your pink clit. He breathed you in deeply, the scent of your sweet musk clouding his sharp mind.

You smelled intoxicating.

Jude felt drunk on your smell alone, but when he dragged the tip of his tongue between your inner lips, tasting you on his tongue, he shuddered. The taste of you was just as, if not more, intoxicating than your natural scent.

He wanted, no… needed… more. He was a prisoner in the prison that was you, and he hated you for the curse you cast on him. But he didn’t hate you. He loved you, and that knowledge was enough to drive him mad.

Jude kissed your slit, delving his tongue in between every crevice, lapping your irresistible essence into his mouth. You were scorching against his lips. He ravaged you, darting, flicking, sucking, whatever he could to drink more of your pooling honeyed arousal.

He was a sweltering summer day and you were his cool breeze.

He was starved and you were his feast.

He was an addict and you were his fix.

You writhed beneath him, rocking your hips into his rampaging mouth, sultry gasps slipping enticingly from your luscious lips. Jude was caught in a dizzying storm, swept away in the whirlwind of all things you. Your scent. Your taste. Your voice.

As you coiled tight and let go, Jude became exceedingly aware of the unbearable strain between his legs, the throbbing bulge in his pants begging to be freed, and oh, how he ached to be nestled in your gorgeous, puffy cunt.

Jude rested his forehead against your inner thigh, breathing heavily, his head and his heart wrestling for control. He was disgusted with himself at how he worshiped your body, at how careful he was being with you when he should be pushing you away because you deserved so much more than what he could give.

You deserved to be safe, to have the mundanity of normal life, to meet someone kind and get married and have children.

All things you could never have with him.

“Fuck,” Jude growled.

He told himself not to continue, to go back to pushing you away from Crown, from this violent life… from him. Even as he said these things to himself, he realized, he never made himself promise to stay away from you, maybe because deep down he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise.

But… his Curse had you out cold, and he still had time, time to have a little bit more of you without his head getting in the way.

You wouldn’t remember anything when you woke up anyway.

His body moved on its own. Before he could restrain himself, he was tearing off his clothes, desperate to feel you envelop his needy cock, to feel you wrapped in his embrace.

Jude slid in slowly, groaning as you readily sucked him in, coming to a stop when he was completely buried. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to relish how warm you felt wrapped around his greedy cock.

He knew this would be the first and last time he’d allow himself to be gentle with you, and the thought strangely anguished him.

“Ya feel so good. I don't ever want to stop,” he murmured, grazing feathery kisses along your brow.

He gazed down at you, memorizing every detail of your face in his mind, taking in the pretty, rosy flush on your cheeks, the light sheen of sweat on your brow, the soft part of your lips, the tangled mess of your hair…

He’d be back to being his twisted, deranged self when you awakened.

“Ah, shit,” he quietly whispered to himself.

Jude rolled his hips, thrusting in and out with ease with how wet you were for him, the thought both inflaming and thrilling, and incensed, he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, biting down into the skin, directing all of his anger and frustration with himself and with you into the only angry mark of the evening.

His mouth glued to your neck, he increased his pace, rasping grunts sharply expelling from his throat. The friction of his tip dragging along your walls drove him insane, his composure, which was already hanging on by a very thin thread, unraveling.

“Jude,” you breathlessly moaned in your sleep.

While Jude enjoyed tormenting you senseless into a trembling puddle, hearing you so ardently moan his name ruined him, and as you cried out, arching your back, Jude felt himself explode, pulsing wave after wave of his cum, spilling into you urgently, his vision fading to black.

He remained still, long enough for his breathing to return to normal, and then he burst into sardonic laughter, shaking on top of your prone form.

“Hopeless,” he muttered through his derisive snorts. “So goddamn hopeless.”

He rolled off of you, covering you with a blanket, and opened the window, lighting a cigarette. The room was dark, the sun having set not too long ago. Jude stared broodingly out into the dark outline of the castle garden, blowing smoke into the cool air.

He knew he had to let you go. He knew, but still a part of him wretchedly yearned to hold onto you and never free you from his grip. Selfish. He was being selfish. He contemptuously smirked. A true villain.

“Jude?” your dreamy voice called out.

Jude turned to face you. You were blinking away the haze of sleep, the blanket falling from your shoulders as you sat up. Jude snickered to himself. Your hair was a bird’s nest, tangled and matted from where it was touching the bed.

Tossing out his cigarette, Jude crossed back over to join you on the bed, and roughly yanked his fingers through your hair. It was always bedhead with you.

“Welcome back, princess,” Jude said mockingly, his trademark wicked smirk back on his lips, his sadistic mask settling back into place. “Feelin’ refreshed?”

“Is it over?”

Trust you to say something so silly after asking to be used like a doll.

“Tch… don’t remember a thing, do ya? You get off on that kinda stuff, dontcha, ya nasty woman.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

Jude paused, and his eyes narrowed. He could’ve done anything to you while you were asleep… anything… and you were acting overjoyed, asking if he enjoyed doing what he wanted to you without your knowledge. Jude scowled, feeling the tendrils of irritation hook into his heart, but he wavered seeing the pure, stupid joy in your eyes.

Gruffly sighing, he grabbed his cloak and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Come on, princess, I’ll help ya get cleaned up. Least I can do for lettin’ me use ya like a ragdoll.”

[mlarayoukai]

OBSESSED with shadiversity's insistence on ai and how he's somehow "improving" writing prompts into a search bar. The really unfortunate thing is he's actually drawing the bases. So he's basically using ai to color for him and give the characters realistic anime eyes so it looks super uncanny. If he sent all the time he was trying to figure out how to use ai he would have actually greatly improved his artwork on his own WAIT HOLD ON HE'S THE BROTHER TO FAMOUS ART YOUTUBER JAZZA??!? OH HE SOOOO INSECURE AND COPING

[whatgaviiformes]

Ficlet: Cryptids and Toast

Based on the youtube channel Jazza - I Remade Monsters EXACTLY as described in the book...

And my own headcanon that Gordon’s love for Into the Unknown with Buddy and Ellie means that he also follows cryptids because one day that cryptid could be a real species discovered. Add in a bit of voracious reader John and you get the StarFishTank trifecta that I, at least, know and love. <3

This is so stupid, but I love them. 

Word Count: <1K

~*~*~*~

“G’morngh,” Virgil grumbled, sinking heavily into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. He’d passed by the lounge on the way down to the lower floor and waved wearily to Grandma, who was working on her embroidery at their Dad’s desk, as well as John’s hologram hovering above the main table. The thing about John being up in Five and with comms access in most locations throughout the villa was that it was too easy for him to follow, and so, when Virgil stepped into the kitchen, John’s silhouette was already emitting from the center. His grin was suspiciously wide. It was too early for shit-eating little brother grins today. 

“It’s noon,” John advised matter-of-factly.  

It wasn’t John who was pulling Two into her hangar at 4AM island time that morning, so as far as Virgil was concerned Noon was lucky to see him conscious. He yawned and grabbed for his toasted bread, warmed to a healthy golden brown. As he buttered one side, he realized there hadn’t seemed to be the buzzing energy of a rescue underway, so glancing around at the mostly empty room, it seemed the Island inhabitants were all dispersed among the villa and their home’s surrounding jungle environment. All except his brother’s image and their most mechanical of family members. He gave MAX a light pat on the head as he rushed by him with the broom and a pleased whistle. 

“Gordon’s on his way back from the lagoon,” John offered, nibbling at a small finger sandwich. “Scott and Alan are working on Thunderbird One sims today. And all’s quiet on terra firma, so far. What will you be doing today?”

“Hmph.” He coughed to clear his throat of sleep. “Brains had some tests to run on Two. But no rush.” 

“I have some new descriptions if you want to warm up your hands.”

He didn’t need to ask what he meant; it was a tradition they’d started back when they were both away at college, an exercise that really warmed up his brain, clearing it of fog, rather than his hands. He nodded for John’s benefit, maneuvering his tablet to his left side while picking at his breakfast at his right. 

The rules were simple. John would provide a character description from his reading, offering only visual cues, and Virgil would try drawing based on the description only, having no knowledge of the book or the character. Virgil had appreciated it for the chance to keep his skills fresh while he was deep in his engineering coursework, and John enjoyed it as a study in the interpretation of language. And sometimes, they still played their little game just for a laugh. They’d had a good chuckle recently at the description of Aragorn that turned out to look like a musician of the hair metal variety. 

“Okay, we have a large,  humanoid silhouette. Scaly, rubbery skin with claws on both feet. Face with a mass of feelers. Long, narrow wings behind.” 

“The hell have you been reading?!”

“Can’t tell you that.” 

Virgil shook his head while he selected a digital brush, then tapped a few buttons to allow for his work to stream up in outer space so John could add his screen to the list of things he was watching. First, he wrote down the list of prompts. The easiest way to approach the challenge was to break down each of the descriptors and start sketching, so he started with roughly drawing the shape of a human in a corner and shading it. 

“So obviously we are talking monster or alien.”  He started a second silhouette, playing with the proportions to emphasize the largeness of the being. “Is this a creature out of one of your Star Trek novels?” But he knew John wouldn’t answer. No questions was a rule, otherwise once Virgil started to figure out the character, it was easy to be influenced by what he’d seen and already knew. “Okay, so we have wings and feelers.” Alone, wings were fun and varied - bird wings, bug wings, faery wings, dragon wings, and so many varieties of each of those. The word ‘feelers’ made his skin crawl, and he couldn’t help but to think of insects, the kinds of wings that adorned the types of creatures with antennae. But then... “Rubbery is a strange word.”  

John smirked, a knowing glance back over at his brother’s confusion as he glanced away from the artwork. 

He lost himself in a few wing designs, ultimately deciding on a combination that was more dragon-like, with strongly defined joints along the expanse - with more length than width. 

“What exactly is a mass of feelers?” he shuddered, softly brushing away a few crumbs that had fallen on the tablet. 

They looked suspiciously like toasted bread. He glanced over at his empty breakfast plate. 

“Dammit, Gordon!” 

The blond hovering behind him and reading his prompts, with his toast still in hand, said “You’re drawing Cthulhu.”

“Gordon!” John squawked. 

“What?”

“You’re not supposed to tell him.” John shook his head in his hand.  

“Wait, really?” Virgil scanned the prompts again.

“You’re missing that he’s octopus-like, but yeah really.” Gordon raised an eyebrow at the hologram. “Probably would’ve helped with the - ya know…” He lifted the back of his hand to his chin, his fingers dangling and wiggling. 

“Jesus, John! You had me drawing a dragon bug!”

“It was an excellent dragon bug,” he laughed. “Gordon stop with the hand thing.” 

Virgil ducked under Gordon’s mocking of face tentacles. “I’m getting more breakfast.”

It might have been a bad idea to leave the two of them together, but watching Gordon consume the rest of his breakfast had reminded him how long it had been since he last ate and his stomach had been rumbling. By the time he returned, Gordon and John both were beaming at him. 

“We have another one for you…”

“Oh no.” Between Gordon’s cryptids and John’s sci-fi novels, he was done for.

[aquagirl1978]

Cigarettes After Sex - Jude Jazza x Reader (Ikemen Villains)

A/N: Part of my "A Series of Firsts" event.

Pairing: Jude Jazza x Reader

Prompt: first fight

Word Count: 991

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; angsty smut; piv; creampie; no pronouns used (reader is afab)

“Jude, what are you –”

“Get the fuck outta here,” Jude scowled at Ellis, who was standing with the bathroom door wide open.

“Why are you in the bathtub? In your clothes?” Ellis asked, his voice filled with sincere concern.

Jude tilted his head, peering at Ellis with amethyst eyes. “Didn't I give ya a job to do?”

“Yeah, Jude. You did, but I just –”

“But what?” Jude took a long drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke at Ellis.

“You were with her earlier. You two had –”

“Shuddup!”

Ellis tilted his head and smirked at Jude. “You’re in love.”

“Fuck off! Right now. Before I shove your face in this water and drown yer sorry arse.”

Ellis let out a long sigh and backed away, not wanting to face anymore of Jude’s wrath. Shaking his head, he muttered quietly to himself, wondering what exactly went wrong.

“What are you saying, Jude?”

*****

Earlier that evening...

You stared at him with wide eyes, tears pricking the backs of your eyes but not ready yet to roll freely down your cheeks. He averted his gaze, unable to look you in the eye. 

“Look at me, Jude,” you demanded. 

With a heavy sigh, he did as you asked, an ugly scowl marring his face.

“Happy now?” 

You pursed your lips together as you glared at him, waiting for an answer. He let out a loud huff of air before averting his gaze once again.

“I’m not a good man,” he said softly.

Taking a seat on the bed next to him, you pressed your palm against his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

“What are you saying?”

“You're better off without me,” he replied simply, as if he was sharing something mundane with you, like the weather outside. 

Your heart didn't want to accept this response; you knew he cared for you and that this was likely some ridiculous attempt to protect you by pushing you away. 

“One last kiss?” you asked as you leaned your face towards his.

He sighed, but relented. “One last kiss,” he agreed before covering your mouth with his in a greedy kiss.

His arms soon wrapped around your shoulders, his long fingers digging in your skin, pulling you closer to him. Threading your fingers in his messy hair, you deepened the kiss, granting his tongue entrance into your sweet mouth.

He pushed you down on the bed, his kisses growing eager and hungry. 

“One last fuck,” he whispered, his fingers already working the buttons of your blouse.

“One last fuck,” you whispered back, your hips rolling against his, desperate to feel him inside you.

You both made short work of removing each other's clothing; layers of fabric were quickly discarded to the floor in a heap, your bodies now bare and exposed only for the other's eyes.

Shifting on the bed, he climbed atop you, his hips hovering over yours, teasing you with the outline of his cock pressed against your belly.

“Jude, please…” you whimpered, wrapping your hand around his shaft. Wordlessly, he rubbed the tip of his cock along your entrance, coating his cock with your arousal.

“Wet already,” he said with a smirk. He began to slide his cock inside you, slowly at first, the stretch pleasurable as he filled you.

He swallowed your desperate moans as he buried his cock in you. Eager to be inside, it only took a few hard thrusts before he bottomed out. He took a moment to allow you to adjust to his thick cock buried inside you, enjoying the sight of your bodies joined together at the hip.

When you were ready, you rocked your hips against his, a silent signal that you needed him. Jude groaned as he withdrew his cock from your folds before sliding back inside. His movements were slow and deliberate, your walls clenching his shaft on every thrust. 

A fire blazed in your belly, its flames alighting your every nerve. You relished the pleasure as Jude increased his pace, his hips now slamming against yours, his cock penetrating deeper with every stroke.

Your back arched as your hips tilted up as Jude ravished your body. Pleasure built and built, the waves cresting, ready to overwhelm your every sense. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, your body clung to his; dragging your hands down his back, your nails left light scratch marks in their wake.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, your body trembled as your pleasure peaked. Never before had you known such rapture. Glancing up at Jude, you smiled blissfully at him as you savored what you wished wouldn’t be your last climax.

His movements quickly became erratic; his thrusts unrelenting as they came rougher and faster. With a loud groan, he plunged his cock in you one final time, spilling inside as he joined you in a state of euphoria. 

Breathless and boneless, your body laid under Jude’s as your heartbeat slowly returned to normal. He stroked your hair, messy from your activities, and tucked a stray lock behind your ear. Your eyelids fluttered, your body ready to succumb to sleep.

You smiled at him one last time before you allowed your eyelids to close. This wasn’t the first time you were intimate, and you sure as hell hoped that this wouldn’t be the last. But if it was, it was one you’d never forget, it was that good.

*****

Jude waited until you were fast asleep before he shifted in the bed. Propping on his elbow, he gazed at you wistfully. With his fingertips, he grazed the outline of your face, your skin soft under his touch. He gently ghosted a finger over each of your eyelids before sitting up and rolling out of the bed.

“It’s better this way,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “You are too good for this world I call home.”

He took one last look at you before walking out the door and out of your life.

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