#now i can barely move my legs 👍

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i paid the toll for glory (fresh natural orange juice and meals by the sea) in blood, sweat and tears (i got stung like a thousand times by mosquitoes and it was so very hot and so very humid)

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HIII can you do something like were your giving Johnnie head while he’s playing video games with his friends or streaming on twitch or filming a video and he’s trying so hard not to moan and he gets so fed up he fucks you or something idk 🗣️👍

giving Johnnie head under his desk headcannons

a/n: I loveeee this idea sm thank you for the request!!

cw: kinda public? it’s through a screen but you get the point,somewhat rough,

he’d be sooo pissed off but at the same time he’d love it sm

it would be whenever he’s live,leaving you to your own thoughts as he played a series of games with his friends on twitch

every once and while whenever he got a break from the game he would talk to you and give you a little kiss if you were still in the room with him

of course this wasn’t enough

you had considered humping his pillow on his bed but you figured it might be too obvious if he repeatedly been looking over at his bed

eventually Johnnie had decided to pull away from his chair to go and grab him a water bottle which was on his desk

seeing this window of opportunity, you crept under his desk sitting on your knees as he gave you a confused look which was just barely out of frame of the camera

you began to unbuckle his pants,making it abundantly clear as to what your intentions were

you took his for now soft cock out of the restraints of Johnnie’s jeans and began to slowly stroke it

Johnnie on the other hand was trying to put all his attention on the game which had just begun a new round rather then the sensation between his legs

you had begun to take the tip into your mouth,his hips bucking up slightly which to anyone watching looked like he had just been readjusting in his seat

every time you would take more of him into your mouth he would curse out a profane word with a “cough” at the end

to the viewers it looked as if he had simply gotten pissed off at his game but to you that was obviously not the case

his knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping his mouse to keep his composure

your tounge danced against the underside of his cock driving him absolutely batshit insane

after a couple more minutes of you teasing his cock his friends conveniently decided they had played enough games for the night and decided to end their streams making Johnnie follow suit

“alright guys” he says his voice cracking a bit at the end “i’ll see you all later” he says before quickly ending the stream

as soon as he ends the stream you remove your mouth from his cock going back to slowly stroking it

you giggle softly and look up at him as he runs his hand through his hair before he pulls himself from behind his desk

“what the fuck was that” he asks seeming upset however you both knew he wasn’t genuinely upset at all

however he was to a degree pissed

“i was bored” you pout “and you wouldn’t give me any attention”

i mean all you wanted was his attention so that’s exactly what you got

he proceeded to bend you over his bed using the spit off of his cock mixed with your own slick as lube as he pushed himself deep inside you bottoming out in one push

“tryna get me fuckin’ caught up huh?” he says thrusting into you at a even faster rate then before,the obscene sound of his hips meeting yours filling the room

“thinkin’ you can tease me and get away with it” he grunts out to which you whine due to all the pleasure coursing through your body

you couldn’t even form sentences because of how good he was making you feel. all you could do was moan out a string of apologies as his hands move to your hips

“i don’t think you’re really sorry” he admits “if you were sorry you wouldn’t be creaming all over my fucking dick” he says punctuating the last two words with a thrust.

looking down to see what he was talking about you noticed the white ring that had formed around the base of his cock

he begins to slow down his thrusts giving you a minute to talk before going back to his relentless pace

“mhm I promise m’ sorry” is all you could cry out with tears forming at your eyes

his ring clad hands grip onto your hips which was sure to leave bruises the next day but you didn’t care

if anything you wanted him to leave bruises you wanted to have a constant reminder of just how good Johnnie fucks you

mutually, he wanted the bruises to stay as a reminder to not tease him like that again

his grunts turn into moans as he approaches his long awaited orgasm

he could tell you were getting close as well from the way your back was arching off the bed to the way your moans picked up and got even higher then before

with his tone softening up he moves one of his hands to your hair petting it softly “come on baby cum for me” which was all you needed to hear

your nails scratched down his back as you came hard,almost on the verge of shaking had Johnnie not been holding onto you

with a couple more thrusts Johnnie had came inside you,as he slowly pulled out watching his cum drip out of you

after a couple minutes of you guys laying together on his bed you look up at him from where you had been laying on his chest

“you’re not actually mad are you?” you ask looking up at him

his face softens “of course not baby” he says leaving a light kiss on your head as he held you close in his arms

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ dom!yunho x afab!reader

synopsis ✭ yunho's adrenaline when he comes off stage is through the roof. sure, he there are many ways to get it out of his system, but he'd rather take it out on you.

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI (warnings below the cut)

word count ✭ 1k

warnings ✭ smut, unprotected sex, he's mean, name calling (whore, pathetic, filthy), mc has hair long enough for him to grab, overstimulation, fingering, sweaty sex 🙂 (please lmk if i forgot anything)

notes ✭ i fucking never write anything in one sitting so this is truly an incredible accomplishment honestly. anyway, enjoy~

honestly, i just wanted to write sweaty yunho sex 👍

reblogs/feedback is very very appreciated ❤️

Normally excessive heat would be a negative factor for your mood. The sweat covering your back and soaking your shirt would usually make you aggressively uncomfortable, and you, on most occasions, would despise the way the fabric sticks to your skin. It was something about yourself that you were beyond convinced would never change.

But fuck you were so unprepared for how your boyfriend looked when he was sweaty. Every single time he stepped off a stage after a long show he knew you would be in his dressing room for him. Out of breath and rushed by adrenaline he’d throw the door open to find you waiting so prettily for him. With his hair stuck to his forehead and his breathing ragged, there was little you could do to stop the throbbing between your legs.

The adrenaline coursing through him always made him so much rougher. He grabbed you out of the chair you were waiting for him by the base of your hair. You whined at the pain but moved where he directs you.

He was so quick to press you up against the wall. Your hands pinned above your head as he grinds himself into your ass, grunting in your ear with every movement of his hips. His chest is glued to your back and you can feel his sweat soaking into your shirt.

With his face in your neck, he inhales deeply and groans as he rolls his hips again. His wet hair sticks to you face and neck as he bites and kisses the skin.

“Yu…” you whimper. You feel so trapped in his embrace. With no ability to move your arms or even so much as wiggle out of his hold. Every part of your body is trapped between his filthy body and the wall. And that’s exactly where you need to be. For the sake of his sanity and for the sake of getting yourself off.

He flips up your skirt with his free hand without removing his face from your neck. You feel him fumble around with his belt, and you wiggle your hips in anticipation.  

Which is not the right response because Yunho pushes you further into the wall with his body.

“Stop fucking moving,” he whispers lowly in your ear. His hot breath making you fall deeper into insanity.

He pulls your panties to the side and runs two fingers between your folds. He scoffs, “God you’re so fucking filthy.” He pushes those two fingers inside of you as deep as they can go, “I’ve barely even played with you, and you’re already this wet? It’s so pathetic.” His pace with his fingers is ruthless, but he knows you can take it. 

“Oh fu- oh my god!” you squirm in his hold, He lets you of your hands to tangle his fingers back in your hair, yanking your head back.

“Are you close?” He asked condescendingly. You nod dumbly, mouth dropping open in a silent moan. Yunho couldn’t help himself. Staring at your parted lips made him twitch in his partially unbuttoned pants. He leaned over your face and spit into your open mouth. He couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip at how mindlessly you closed your mouth and swallowed it. “Fuck..” he groaned lowly.

He was so hard now that it was painful. The way you obeyed him and let him play with you so mindlessly was too much. You were on the verge of an orgasm when he pulled his fingers out, but he’d pushed his cock inside you before you could even start complaining.

The thrusts of his hips were even more sporadic than his fingers. He was so pent up and frustrated that he couldn’t think of anything else but fucking you relentlessly. His grip on your hair only tightened as he lost control. 

At this point you were covered in his sweat. From your neck and face to your back and thighs, no part of you was safe. Somehow it was the pure filth that made everything feel so much more erotic. 

Just thinking about it brought you closer, “Yunho fuck! ‘m gonna come…”

He snapped his hips into you, “Don’t you fucking dare.” 

“Please! I can’t!” You were running out of breath.

“Do you really think you deserve to come? After how filthy and disgusting you’ve been?” He scoffed, “You’re so pathetic.” 

You were overwhelmed to the point of tears. The pleasure you felt was beyond comprehension, but it also hurt so bad. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You wanted to be good for him, but his pace made it impossible. He felt you tighten around him. It was suffocating. Your legs and voice shook as you came.

He didn’t stop his pace though, “Are you fucking serious?” he glowered “Did you just come?” He pressed your face into the cold wall, “Who the fuck told you that you could do that?”

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed with your cheek squished into the wall by his hand.

“I don’t think you are sorry,” he rubbed vicious circles on your incredibly sensitive and swollen clit. Your tears fell harder from the stimulation, “I give you so much, and you take it for granted. It’s like you're begging to be treated like a greedy whore.”

You whimpered when he thrust into one last time before filling you up completely. He pulls your panties back over your pussy and presses his fingers over the cloth, “My pretty pretty cum dump.” He hums.

When you try to push yourself off the wall he stops you, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What? I-“

“On your knees,” he says. You obey. “You wanted to act like a greedy whore. So I’m gonna treat you like one.”

[folkloresthings]

seb + reader are in the car and they get in a fight. reader gets out of the car, it starts raining, and seb can’t find her and starts freaking out. when she finally gets home he’s super relieved and apologizes and they make up

vaguely inspired by the all too well tv (10 min vers.) music video but less toxicity 👍

BOILING POINT. ❨ sebastian vettel x reader ❩

the space between you had never been so tense. sebastian’s hands were gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, your nails nicking at the hem of your dress. it was almost dark out, and you were headed back from a fancy dinner with some of sebastian’s colleagues.

it was your first time meeting most of sebastian’s work friends. people higher up in red bull, bosses and executives and what not. you’d been nervous, but sebastian didn’t seem to think he needed to help ease your nerves. for the most part, you spent the night in the corner of the room, cradling a wine glass and making awkward small talk. sebastian was laughing and making jokes and brushed you off any time you tried to speak to him.

“so, you’re not speaking to me now either?” you mumble, hating the silence.

“you’re being dramatic,” sebastian sighs, head falling back against the headrest as he turns another corner.

“you barely said a word to me all night!” you exclaim, sitting up. you look over at him, his eyes fixed hard and cold on the road. “it was embarrassing!”

“i was working,” he hisses, glancing over at you briefly. “i didn’t have time to talk to you, because i had to impress those people if i want to keep my job. you know, the job that pays for your dresses and holidays and—”

“stop the car.”

sebastian looks over at you, cheeks red with frustration. “what?”

“i said, stop the car.” you can feel the tears stinging your eyes, sebastian’s words pulling at the wrong heartstring. he got like this sometimes, all hot and harsh, but he was never mean. not like that.

he laughs a little, under his breath, but pulls the car over anyway. he doesn’t expect you to actually get out, only to make your point and shout at him a little more and then go home. but you click the door open as soon as the car rolls to a halt and slam the door behind you.

“y/n!” he calls, rolling down the window. “get back in the car!”

you don’t listen, arms crossed and legs moving quickly. sebastian’s used to your stubbornness, and he’s still to caught up in his anger to apologise. “fine! i’ll meet you at home.”

about halfway there, the heavens open and it begins raining heavier than sebastian had anticipated. the rain seems to clear his thinking a little bit, turning the car around with a sharp sigh. he follows the exact same road he took, but you’re nowhere to be found. he tries some other back streets, and still nothing.

panic rises in him. you’re out there, somewhere, cold and wet and sad — and it’s all his fault.

thirty minutes of looking and no avail, sebastian heads back to the house in hopes of finding you. he could have cried when he sees you there, stood at the door, drenched. you spot the car pulling in, watching as sebastian switches off the ignition and climbs out.

“you’ve got the keys,” you tell him, justifying why you were simply stood on the doorstep. your cheeks are red and blotchy, eyes swollen from where you cried the whole way home. sebastian sighs, hurrying over to unlock the door and usher you both in.

“come on, take these off,” he’s quick to help you remove your coat, your shoes, every piece of clothing that’s soaked through. fetching you some pyjamas, he helps you put those on too. when you’re sat at the end of the bed, still not speaking, hair towelled dry and mascara staining under your eyes, sebastian caves.

“i’m sorry,” he mutters, kneeling between your legs. begging for forgiveness. “i should have been better tonight. i should have kept you by my side, showed you off. i shouldn’t have said all of that stuff — i’m an idiot.”

you sniffle, letting his hands wander over you, lips pressing apologetic kisses to your thighs, your stomach, your hands.

“i’ve got the perfect woman, and i act like a fool,” he admits, reaching up to brush your hair out of your face, kissing your cheeks. “i’m so sorry, liebe. you can hit me, if you want.”

it pulls a small smile from you, one he celebrates with a kiss to your lips. swiftly and easily does he lift you from under the arms, switching positions so he’s sat on the mattress, you on his lap.

“what can i do to make it up to you?” he gives you a suggestive smirk, fingers dipping under your waistband. “give me the word and i’m yours, baby.”

you can’t help but smile, shifting a little in his lap, pulling a small groan from your boyfriend. “hm. don’t think you deserve that tonight — but some hot chocolate would be lovely.”

he groans again, this time in despair, falling back into the mattress and taking you with him. you giggle, tucking your head in his neck as he attacks you with kisses. eventually giving up, leaving you to curl up under the duvet as he drags himself to the kitchen. when your hot chocolate comes, it’s a work of art, topped with cream and marshmallows and chocolate shavings.

“only the best for my love.”

[moonchild701]

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Warm Embrace

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: The winter is cold and your boyfriend is very warm

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Fluff, Love making basically

Word Count: 1.6k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 10th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Huddling for warmth

My Masterlist

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Winter is in full swing, with snowfall and icy air and you're so, so cold.

The power is out, your heater is busted, the backup generator is too, and you're struggling to light the fireplace with no success.

You've lit candles around the room for light, including a cinnamon scented one, casting a gentle glow and sweet cinnamon scent throughout the room, and gathered all the blankets you can find, trying to get some semblance of warmth, and it's just not enough.

At least you have a walking furnace for a boyfriend to come to your rescue.

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You

my love, I am dying😔🥀

the power's out, my heater's busted and the fireplace isn't cooperating ☹

it's freezing outside and it is now becoming an inside problem🤩

plz come share your warmth 🙏💕

Bacon Bits💙

I knew you only wanted me bc I'm hot🙄

I'll be there 👍

You

my hero! 😻🙌💋

the door's unlocked 😽

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You can't help but giggle at the irony every time you call him, a villain, your hero, but that's what he is to you, so he just has to put up with it.

He finds you on the floor, in front of the fireplace, bundled and cocooned in blankets after trying to make a blanket fort and giving up halfway.

You collected and dragged all of the pillows and blankets around your apartment, including the ones on your bed, to make it, but the cold got to you.

He huffs a laugh at your grumpy pout, but strides over to press a kiss to it nonetheless. You try to pull him down to cuddle immediately, but he resists.  "Lemme start the fire first and I'll come warm you up, okay baby?"

You pout some more, but nod through your pile and he moves to light it. One stream of fire from his fingertips later, the fireplace is lit, instantly bathing the room in orange light and already starting to warm the air.

"Thank you, Tou." You wiggle in your blanket cocoon, braving the chilly air to open your arms for him. He reaches for you with a soft smile, gathering you up in his arms, surrounding you in his warmth, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"You don't gotta thank me for that, doll.", he murmurs, brushing his nose against your cold cheek, placing a gentle kiss to the soft skin there.

You melt into him, turning your face up to peck his lips. "I love you.", you murmur against him, and you feel him grin, before capturing your lips in a slow, languid kiss.

It's gentle and loving, with small nips and licks, gradually turning hotter and deeper as he cradles your face in a large, warm hand, holding you to him as he licks into your mouth.

You lean into his touch, panting softly as his mismatched lips trail down your jaw to your throat, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along the way. He gently guides you to lay on your back, blankets pooling under you, tangling his legs with yours beneath the blankets.

You kiss and caress each other for a long while, just enjoying the feel of each other, but eventually your petting gets heavier, your touches hotter.

Icy fingertips trail up his spine as he snakes a hand up under your sweater to cup and knead your bare breast, he kisses his way down the length of your body. He pulls the sweater over your chest, exposing them and immediately latching his hot mouth onto a pebbled nipple, while his fingers pinch and roll the other between them.

You arch into his touch, moaning lowly as your hips jerk up to meet his, and he grinds his bulge down against you.

Pulling away from your chest, he considers leaving on your sweater because of the temperature, but decides against it, wanting to feel your skin against his. He'll keep you plenty warm.

He slowly strips you, mouthing at wherever he exposes your skin, sucking marks wherever he can, ridding himself of his own clothes along the way, until you're both a naked tangle of limbs.

His mouth is hot on your inner thighs where he kisses and sucks at the sensitive flesh, and as much as what he seems to be planning would be nice, you just want him close.

So you shake you head, carding your fingers through his snowy hair, and murmur, "Come up here. I want you to hold me."

His eyes glow like jewels in the light when he looks up at you, and he goes easily when you cup his scarred cheeks, guiding him up into a deep kiss.

Heated hands roam and caress your body, gentle and reverent as you press your bodies together and just bask in each other's touch.

His fingers create a trail of fire in their wake as they drag up your thighs, to slip between your wet folds. Your breath hitches at the touch, gasping into his mouth when a finger enters you.

It moves slowly, gently opening you up, and another soon follows. He pumps and scissors them within you, slowly stretching you out for him as he peppers kisses along your jaw and throat, eventually adding a third finger, all while drawing out sweet moans from you. You claw at his shoulders, whining in impatience. "Inside, hurry, please, inside."

He moves to nose at your cheek, smiling as he murmurs, "Hold on, baby. I need to make sure you're ready f'me.",  and he curls his fingers within you, up against your sweet spot.

You moan breathily, rolling your hips and grinding down on the thick digits.

"I'm ready, I'm ready, please." You pant, and he chuckles lowly at how sweet and needy you are, pulling out his fingers and making sure you see him suck them clean, before lining his hips up with yours.

You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, tugging him closer and causing his cock to slide through your slick folds. You both moan at the feeling, and he leans down to capture your lips with his; one forearm rests on the floor beside your head, supporting his weight, and the other hand holds your waist as he grinds against you.

You let out a keen at the pressure, your hips bucking up. 

"Please.", you whine, and you feel him twitch against you before he nods. He presses open mouthed kisses to your neck as he releases the grip on your waist to guide his cock to your hole, leaning back to gaze into your eyes as he slowly eases in, taking in your blissed-out expression and sweet, whimpering moan at the delicious stretch.

“Fuck,” he groans, kissing his way from your cheek to your ear, moaning softly into your ear before running his tongue up the shell of it.

He lets you adjust, gently rolling his hips, before slowly pulling back out and pressing back in.

You pant and gasp hot puffs of air  between you, your breaths mingling as he rests his forehead against yours, pretty blue eyes locked onto yours, rolling his hips gently, fucking you slowly, tenderly, lovingly, with deep, rocking motions, not even an inch separating skin from skin.

A scarred hand cups your cheek gently and draws you into a languid, filthy kiss as he makes love to you, tangled in blankets and each other in front of the crackling fireplace, the light making his staples glint like flecks of embers and your skin glow like the sun.

He peppers kisses to your cheek, your eyes, your forehead, your nose, your chin, pressing praise and adoration into your skin every time, before eventually whispering against your throat, "Fuck, I love you." The raw intensity and passion of his words burn into your skin, like a prayer, like a promise, as he holds you close.

Tears trickle down your cheeks, emotions and pleasure overwhelming you, and your breath hitches as you hold onto him with the same fierceness.

"I love you too.", your voice is wobbly and broken, and you gasp as his lips trail along your jaw, "So, so much, Touya."

"Say it again." He murmurs, demands, pleads.

"I love you." You choke out through your tears, both arms wrapped around him, nails dragging down his back as you cling onto him.

"Again." He presses a kiss to your tear stained cheek, his hand moving down to press a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles, and you can feel your tummy tightening, the familiar heat settling in.

"I love you, Touya." You moan, your toes curling as your orgasm washing over you in a tidal wave, your walls tightening and fluttering around him, milking his cock, and he's dragged along with you, cumming hard and deep within you, his hot cum painting your walls white and warming you from the inside out; and he kisses you through your orgasms, deep and moaning.

Soaking in the afterglow, you smile between soft pecks to each others lips, cheeks and jaws.

As you come down from your highs, still inside you, Touya rests your sweaty foreheads together and grins cheekily. "Are you warm now, baby?" he asks teasingly.

You huff out a laugh, draping your arms over his shoulders in a semi hug and close your eyes, smiling contentedly. "Very."

And you are, warm in every way that counts.

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[urhoneycombwitch]

im gonna be at work for high night 🙄 so save my self-indulgent idea for later lu

reader who keeps hitting the snooze button on their alarm and groans knowing they need to get up for work but they just really cannot find the motivation to. The bed is warm and they're so comfortable and what's the harm of calling out....

Eddie who notices they're still laying down, eyes closed and in that fighting off being awake state and he knows there's only so many snoozes they can hit before they're definitely going to be running late so he sneaks under the covers....

and he doesn't come back up again until reader is awake, a tired, but satisfied smile on their face as they blink up at the ceiling. He presses some kisses to their lips/cheek/neck, slick and smelling like them, going "Hi, pretty. Ready to get up now?"

nauuurrr anon 😞 we will miss you but hope u see this after ur shift 💖 eeeheeeeheeeheee I’m literally kicking my feet behind my back sleepover-style giggling at this. that ellipses is so sinister I gotta help it out

+18 mdni

cw: R receives oral + fingering while sleeping (has been previously discussed as a 👍), somno, Eddie’s a soft!dom

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Eddie’s always so attentive to your needs and state of being- he’s naturally super empathetic. by no means a morning person himself, he learns quickly that the rhythm of your day is usually set by how you wake up.

he’s dealt with the consequences of you having been off to a bad start, before- it takes a huge amount of cajoling or kisses or swinging by the diner for waffles to shake you out of a grumpy funk. and based on the way you’ve been tossing and turning this morning, you’re about to have the most miserable work shift ever.

what he doesn’t have this morning, though, is a lot of time- waffles will have to be for another day. he’s got an even better idea for a sweet wakeup.

he moves slow, weight in his hands on either side of your sleeping frame, kissing as he moves down your body. first to your bare shoulder. then to the side of that pretty nightie’s strap. one for your pebble nipple, peaking through the silk.

Eddie trails his kisses down- one on your stomach, one for the bump of your cunt- pulling the sheets away as he goes.

with fingers nimble and dextrous, he feels for the band of your underwear while keeping his eyes on your face, careful to pause if your expression changes. the goal is to keep you pliant, for this next part…

he gets his head under the edge of your nightdress, pussy fully exposed to the eager lappings of his mouth. with one hand on your stomach to keep your center grounded, Eddie slips the middle two fingers of his other hand into your slippery cunt.

a soft shift of your hips, a whimper, and Eddie moves his hands with your pelvis, using the momentum to dip and catch your clit in his mouth.

he follows with his head as your hips sink back down into the mattress, sucking hard on your beating clit as he goes.

you must’ve been having a dirty dream, ‘cuz you’re already so tight around his fingers, slick pooling in his palm. he laps noisily into your cunt, wet squelch of his fingers bringing you to bleary consciousness.

“whuh- uh- oh fuck, Eddie-”

your legs jerk close on impulse, trapping his head between your thighs, and Eddie thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven. fully clothed, about to cream his jeans from eating his girl out. sure, he’s down to meet god, but can it wait a second?

“was dreamin’ you- ah, yeah, there- dreamin’ of you doing this to me. fuck…” your voice ends in a hoarse rasp, your hands shooting into Eddie’s hair, tugging at the roots.

he ruts into the mattress, cock leaking steadily into the fabric of his briefs, humming with pleasure against your clit.

your back arches off the mattress, he hears that tell-tale, breathy little gasp, and you’re gone- clenching around his fingers like a vice, flooding against his pistoning fingers.

he’s gone just as soon as you, coming in hot spurts with each upstroke against the quilt below, moaning into your pussy.

he kisses a sticky trail back up your body, sliding your nightie strap into place, loving and firm- “morning, princess. go take a shower, and no complaining. as a thank you for the wake up gift- ‘kay?”

you wouldn’t dream of complaining, nodding easily to his command, sleepy and sated smile on your face. your arms reach to encircle his shoulders, and Eddie leans in for a kiss- he tastes like you.

[googleitlol]

So.

This might be the longest one I've posted (it’s a little longer than my Doubles chapter), and I cut a couple things for spoiler reasons, so DAMN!

This chapter might jump around a bit because of the cuts, but I hope it's still enjoyable! Dove just has the time of her life in this one, a real fluff piece 😃👍

CW: blood

Dove Masterlist:

Chrysanthemum

The coast is clear, you’re good to go.

Not a single sound echoes down the long halls of the palace, all occupants fast asleep beneath the pale moon, save for the guards. You close the door to your room, careful not to be too loud as you sneak through the palace. Looking down at the note in your hands, you follow its directions. It lists various turns to take, and you are mindful of the presence of any guards patrolling the area as you take them.

After coming back to your room for the night, you found a note from the prince on the foot of your bed. He likely wants to reconvene so you can tell him what you’ve learned thus far. Hopefully your investigations of the day will be helpful.

You peer around a corner, waiting for a pair of guards to leave the area before you can continue on your route. As you wait, something taps you over your shoulder. You quickly spin around, a familiar stone monkey standing behind you with a lazy smile.

“Woah.” He gives you a bit of a surprised look when you turn, his gaze studying you for a moment. You give him an expectant look, and it’s enough to help him find his words again. “Uh, good news, Dove. Master’s papers are now recertified!”

“Shh!” You whisper, holding your breath as you glance back to see whether or not he was heard.

Once you see that they are no longer in sight, you let out a sigh of relief. Wukong frowns, but lowers his voice nonetheless. “What does it matter if they hear us? You don’t have to be here anymore. We can fly back to the post house and meet up with the others, we can be out of this kingdom before sunrise.”

“Not yet.” You glance away, double checking the hall is clear on both ends

“What?” He laughs a little, confused. “Not yet? With how you looked at me the other day in the post house, I thought you would want to get out of here as quickly as possible.”

You focus your gaze back on the monkey demon once you know you’re both in the clear. “I just need another day or two.”

Wukong scoffs a bit, crossing his arms. “You just might be married by then, these royal types put wedding arrangements together rather quickly.”

“Just a few more days, then I can leave.” You explain before turning away to continue your route.

“Why?” The sage asks from behind, sounding genuinely puzzled as you look back down for where to go next. You don’t get the chance to finish before a tail snatches the paper from your hands. “Are these… directions?”

You look back to see his almost perplexed expression. “What is this?”

“Jian Yu is expecting me, Wukong, this is important.” You do your best to explain, patience running thin rather quickly as you snatch the note back. The day had been a long one, and you don’t feel in the mood for your companion’s pushy curiosity.

You go to move before Wukong jumps in front of you, brows pulled into a deep frown. “You’re meeting the prince? At this time of night?!”

“Stop, it isn’t like that.” You roll your eyes, offended he could even come to that conclusion.

“Meeting your soon-to-be-husband in the dead of night?!” He continues to voice his unneeded concerns, shaking his head before taking your hand to lead you away. “If I knew you would actually fall for this guy, I would have opted to decline the proposal and fight our way out of this place!”

He can barely take you three steps before you pull your hand away. “Would you quit it?!” Wukong looks back at you with a huff as you speak, clearly as irritated as you feel. “He wants to know what I’ve found. I can’t leave yet because I might have found the one trying to kill him.”

Monkey scoffs with a grin, his tail coiling around his leg. “Why is he asking you to do it? Doesn’t he have guards for things like that?”

“He’s paranoid. If you’re mortal and your life is at a constant risk, you’re paranoid.” You rest your hands on your hips, giving your friend a glare. “He says he can’t trust anyone in the palace, and I don’t blame him.”

“So he gets his betrothed to do his work for him?” Wukong jeers, and you roll your eyes.

He doesn’t get it, you don’t expect him to. “I could care less about your feelings on this matter, I am seeing this through.”

“But why do you need so long?” He prods, his eyes narrow with agitation. “You said you know who his would-be killer is, just tell him and we can go.”

You shake your head. “It’s only a suspicion. Besides, even if I am right, I would like to stay and see to it that they are properly dealt with. That way, I will know Jian Yu is safe.”

You’re met with silence, Wukong’s eyes burning into yours. A song of crickets is all that fills the silence for a moment, Monkey tilts his head, frown deepening. You glare back, refusing to give him even an inch.

Then his eyes soften. He studies your face for a moment, brow still worried. “Are you okay?”

The question takes you off guard. “Fine, but I’m keeping the prince waiting. So if you will excuse me–”

“You don’t look fine.” He says, and you pause. “Look, I get it. You want to help this guy. That princess, demons in disguise, your first instinct is always to help them. And, you know, that’s a good thing. More people should be like that– I know Tripitaka wants my brothers and I to be more like that… but this is different.

“Just two days ago, you wanted nothing to do with this prince. Now, it’s like you are obsessed!” He reaches for your hand again, more gentle this time. “You look as though you’ve had no time to sleep, determined to have this task seen through.”

“Of course I am determined! I won’t just let him die.” You pull your hand back, stepping away from the sage.

Wukong clenches the hand he reached out. “I’m not saying you do that.”

“It’s what I would be doing if I leave now.” You glower. “I can save him, so that is what I will do.” Without another word, you turn on your feet and leave him where he stands. He doesn’t get the chance to say anything before you’re gone.

What does he know, anyway? Obsessed? Is that what he calls it? Yes, you want nothing more in this moment than to help Jian Yu, but anyone in your position would feel the same. How else are you meant to feel when a person asks you to save their life? How can a person turn their back at a request like that? What does Wukong know, anyway?

It doesn’t matter, what does is getting your information about your suspects to the prince. You follow the rest of the note’s directions carefully, avoiding the guards until you reach a door. As per the instructions, you knock on the frame of the door, your eyes flicking to and fro to ensure you’re neither seen nor heard.

The door slowly opens, the prince peering out to see you. “I was beginning to worry you would not come.” He smiles, looking down the hall himself to see if you were alone.

“I apologise for keeping you waiting.” You look down, tucking the paper into your sleeve now that you no longer need it. “I believe I have information on who may be the one who wants you dead.”

“Not out here, come inside. I want to make sure we are alone.” He opens the door fully, allowing you to enter what appears to be his room. With a quiet thanks, you let yourself into the space. You try your best not to overreact over how large his room is, reminding yourself there is a reason for your visit. You have no time to gawk over space in a room.

With a quick breath through your nose, you look back at the prince. “I believe there are two suspects. The first is the new palace gardener, Chun Hua–”

“It can’t be her.” He quickly dismisses the idea, moving past you to sit back on his bed.

You frown at his quick response. “You haven’t even heard my reasoning yet.”

“She has not been here long enough to be the one we’re looking for.” His reasoning makes you frown.

She was employed for weeks before the assassination attempt. “What do you mean by that?”

Jian Yu sighs, looking down to his hands that rest on his lap. “I’m sure you heard me chastising that man for giving me those flowers.” You hum a bit in acknowledgement. That was one way he could put it.

“My mother…” He pauses, eyes on his now clenched fist. “…she passed away early in the spring.”

Your frown lessens at that, his own hardening. “I am sorry to hear that.”

“She was killed in her sleep, that same flower was left at the foot of her bed by whoever took her life.” He continues, understanding finally dawning over you. When he told you this was about more than his own life…

It was really for her. “That’s why you wanted me to find whoever sent you the flowers?” You ask, the prince nodding in response.

“The arrows shot at me were laced with aconitum, the same toxin from that plant. I am certain that our killer is the same one who took my mother’s life. Chun Hua has only been employed here for the summer.” He explains, dismissing her as a suspect.

You hum a bit in thought. “Perhaps my second suspect is the one you’re looking for, then.” You begin telling him of your findings, what the gardener had informed you of and who the true culprit may be.

After discussing and coming to a consensus on who the attacker really is, you turn to leave. “Let’s reconvene in the morning. I have been neglecting my sleep and if we plan to bring this person to justice, I should be at my best.”

Before you can reach the door, the prince catches your hand. You look back at him to find the man smiling. “Thank you, for everything.” His eyes, though melancholy, are hopeful.

“I feel like for the first time in a long while, I don’t have to be afraid.” The gesture takes you aback, the optimism on his face chipping at your heart like an axe to a tree.

All you can manage is to give him a curt nod before leaving the room in a rush to get back to yours. When he looks at you like that– you can’t even bear to think about it. Why does he have to look so much like him? Why can’t you stop seeing his face?

By the time you make it back to your room, you can barely keep it together. Once inside, you lean against the door. You slowly slide down, and despite the hours you’ve spent following trails and hiking up mountains, the short run back to your room has left your knees weak and each breath laboured. You’ve seen him enough in your dreams, why must you now see him in the waking world too?! 

Why must he look like him? You can barely look him in the eyes for ten seconds before feeling your stomach twisting into knots. He tells you he feels safer now and all that reassurance does is make you wish you could crumble into nothing but ashes. Tears start to prick at your burning eyes, an unfortunate side effect to your swirls of emotion.

You didn’t want any of these feelings, but what else can you do? You can’t leave as long as he’s in danger, your job is not yet finished here. With any luck, the culprit will be apprehended and you can be on your way. You won’t have to torture yourself with this any longer. He can be saved, you can save him.

A rush of air passes through your lips, in and out as you take in a deep breath. If only that gift of yours could work on yourself, maybe you wouldn’t be feeling this way.

After taking a moment to regulate your breathing, you rise back to your feet, away from the door. Your feet move without you telling them to, almost in a daze as you stop at one side of your bed. Wukong may be right, you do feel exhausted, just a little drained. Taking a seat, you lean back on the bed, arms propping you up. As you lean back, your fingers brush against something on top of the covers, and you glance to your side with a frown. Strange, you didn’t leave anything on the bed.

The violet petals on your sheets make your frown deepen, a monkshood flower sitting atop your bed.

You don’t even have the chance to move before a hand wraps around your mouth, pulling you back while an arm wraps around your torso. Your hands fly to the hand covering your mouth, the attacker pulling you across to the other end of the bed as you kick to find any sort of grip, your shouts muffled.

The attacker stands back, pulling you off the bed and lifting you up so that you can’t reach the ground. “You never should have gotten involved, woman.” A low voice snarls before their hand removes itself from your face.

Your sharp intake of breath is cut short as you see your assailant hold up your own dagger, your bow and quiver still disposed of by the folding screen on the other side of the room. How long has this person been here? Did they wait for you?

The attacker swings down just as you quickly dig your elbow into their side. They recoil, grip loosening before you throw your head back to collide with their own. You’re able to free yourself as they reel back from the hit, cradling their head from the pain.

Facing your attacker now, you find it to be the same cloaked intruder from the day you arrived. The attacker recovers quickly, holding up your dagger and lunging for you again. You just dodge out of the way, blocking their wrist with your arm before parrying and pushing them away. You take the opportunity to kick them in their chest, pushing them to the ground and giving you a chance to run for your bow.

You turn to run, but trip as the attacker pulls at your hanfu. You fall, letting out a shout of pain as your chin collides with the hard wooden floor. There’s hardly a moment to blink before you’re grabbed by your shoulder and flipped onto your back.

The attacker hovers overtop of you, they almost plunge the dagger into your chest before you grab their wrist with both your hands. Your arms shake as they fight to push the blade down and you attempt to guide it away from your body. The attacker grunts, forcing your dagger closer and closer.

They start to overpower you, your strength slipping as the blade digs into the fabric of your clothes. The weapon sinks into your shoulder, the cool metal shooting a searing hot pain through your body. A cry of pain tears through your throat, the blade twisting into your flesh.

You let go of their wrist, screaming as they drive the dagger in further, before pulling them close enough to connect your fist to their jaw. The attacker stumbles back, falling to their side and taking the dagger with them. You’re able to push past the pain enough to sit up and shuffle back, enough to reach your bow.

Now armed, you reach for an arrow from your quiver before your assailant rises to their feet. You draw back the string, but before you can fire, a flash of ochre rushes past from your window. In the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong has the attacker pinned to the wall, his arm against their throat.

He’s scarily silent as he takes his staff from his ear to extend it, and you quickly stand. “Wukong, wait! You can’t kill them!” Whoever this is, they are no demon, and Tripitaka will never stand for his disciple to kill a human, no matter how guilty they may be.

The Monkey King snaps his attention to you, his hardened gaze softening when he does. Dropping his staff, he only turns back to your attacker to knock them out with a hit to the head. The assailant goes out cold, and you feel yourself begin to sway on your feet. Sun Wukong catches you before you can fall back into your folding screen, his eyes quickly finding the growing splotch of red over your shoulder.

You do your best to apply pressure over the wound with your hand, Wukong doing the same as he looks down in worry. “Dove, are you alright? Did they hurt you anywhere else? Is there any more blood?” He checks you over for any other injuries but you can only shake your head.

“I… I’m okay.” You pant, looking back at the unconscious attacker on the ground. With the threat neutralised, it takes you a second to catch your breath.

They really tried to kill you. If they’re trying to get you, that must mean they want you out of the way so they can get rid of the prince without interference. If that’s true, he could be in trouble this very minute. “Jian Yu, he’s in danger!”

You jump up, nearly toppling back over before steadying yourself. “Dove, wait!” Wukong gets to his feet as well, reaching to take hold of your arm but you’re already slamming the door open and running into the hall. You race through the building, tripping over your own feet but you refuse to let any slip ups slow you down.

By the time you get to his room, you don’t bother with knocking. The door shoots open and you run in, exhaling heavily until that final breath catches in your throat. The prince is limp on the floor on his side, at the foot of his bed. A figure stands over him, a small blade in hand dripping with his blood.

“No!” Your voice shreds as you run. The crack of wood echoes through the room as you slam your bow over the head of the figure just as they turn to face you. The hit carries enough force to snap your bow in two and send them to the floor, knocking them out.

Dropping what’s left of your bow, you kneel down to turn the prince on his back. He winces as you move him onto his back and pull him into your arms. “No, no no no no…” His eyes are still open, wide and terrified. Crimson seeps into his clothing from his abdomen, he’s convulsing and his breathing is erratic.

You were supposed to keep him safe, why couldn’t you keep him safe?! “No, no, please! Not again– not again! Stay with me!” His hands feel clammy as they grip onto your arm.

“No, no!” He goes to speak, but is unable to. You try to heal the wound, but you can hardly gather yourself to do so, you feel like the walls of the room are closing in. Even putting pressure on the wound feels futile, you can see the light in eyes leaving again as you try. “Listen to my voice, you can’t go! Jie! I won’t lose you again! Jie, please!”

Something makes you shake, you only now notice the hands on your shoulders. “Dove!” You look back to see Sun Wukong over your shoulder. Was he here this whole time? “The blade reeks of that flower.” He looks back to where the figure dropped their weapon and your heart sinks even lower. If that’s true, stopping the bleeding will do nothing. He’s going to die.

“Help him!” You plead, your hold of the boy tightening. “Please, Wukong, I can’t let him die! I can’t just sit here and watch him die again!”

The demon frowns. “I can’t do anything, I can’t cure the poison.” It’s happening again. You’ll have killed him twice. The same boy, twice–

“Dove, Dove! Snap out of it!” You’re shaken again, the Monkey King now in front of you. He’s blurry, your vision obscured by the tears now stinging your eyes. “I can’t help him, but you can. You can heal him.”

“I can’t!” You can hardly breathe, you can’t do anything to help him.

Wukong’s hold on your shoulders tightens. “Use your gift–”

“I’m trying!” Your voice cracks, the demon flinching back as you cradle the boy in your arms. “It’s not working! I can’t do it, I can’t save him! Jie’s dying and I can’t do anything!”

“Yes, you can!” He moves his hand to cup your face. He guides you to face him as he wipes the tears streaming down your face. “Look at me, Dove. You need to focus, breathe.” He speaks calmly, his voice low and grounding. “You’ve cured my blindness, an infected flesh wound is nothing in comparison! I know you can do it. Just breathe.”

His tail curls around your arm, squeezing in reassurance. He’s right, you’re the only one that can save him now. You can’t watch him die again, you won’t– He won’t die. You look back at Sun Wukong, and he gives you a reassuring nod. Your breathing begins to slow, and you look back down to Jian Yu.

Shutting your eyes tight, you do your best to regulate your breathing and focus on his injury. The agonising throbbing in your shoulder is a distraction, but one you bear as you begin to work. The wound is deep, the poison already coursing through his body. You focus on the poison, the blood pooling out from his abdomen,  his life that hangs on a thread.

In that moment, your already dwindling strength begins to slip as you work to heal him. You don’t stop, pushing to close the wound. You keep your breathing steady, your mind focused on your task as your energy slips away. Wukong’s hand leaves your face, and you feel arms catch you before you can even realise you fell over.

You open your eyes, now with barely enough energy to keep them open. It’s worth it when you see the prince lunge forward, sitting up in a panic before falling back.

Familiar arms keep you close, holding you to a chest that, under different circumstances, would make you chuckle over its faint scent of peaches. All you can manage is a soft grunt, the fight to stay awake becoming too much. Anything Wukong says to you falls on deaf ears, the struggle to stay conscious while ignoring the pain in your shoulder becomes too much.

At least he’s safe.

~~~~

Everything feels sore, your limbs heavy as your eyes start to open. Light pours into your room from the window as you lie in bed, it takes your eyes a moment to adjust. Your head thunders in this throbbing pain and when you reach up to feel it, you wince. Sitting up, you see that your shoulder is heavily wrapped, still aching from your dagger during that fight.

“Careful.” You turn to see Wukong at your side, taking you by your good shoulder and guiding you back to lie down.

Your brows furrow. “…Monkey?”

“How do you feel?” He asks, taking hold of your hand.

You groan a bit, massaging your temple with your free hand. “My head feels like it’s been split down the middle.”

Instead of any verbal response, your friend whacks you over the head with his tail. You grunt while he scoffs. “That must be what happens when you use all your energy after depriving yourself from sleep.”

“I was also stabbed. Trying to heal someone while bleeding out can be a little painful.” You deadpan, but only for a moment before realisation hits you. “The prince, is he–”

“Better than you, that is for certain.” He responds curtly, annoyance seeping through his words before smirking. “You saved his life.” Hearing that, you let go of a breath you had no idea you were holding.

As relief courses through you, Wukong continues. “All your screaming woke up half the palace. With you practically dead in my arms and that prince lying in his own blood, I had to convince the guards I wasn’t responsible for killing you both.” Oh, that would look bad.

He continues to inform you of the fate of the culprits. “They confessed yesterday to the other attempts as well as killing the queen. I’m not too interested in the politics of it all, but your beloved prince is safe.”

You don’t even process the sourness in his tone before jolting up to sit. “Wait, yesterday?!”

“Careful!” Wukong hisses, leaning over to ensure your shoulder is still alright. Once he’s done fussing, he lets out a tired huff. “And, yes, yesterday. You’ve been unconscious for the last… hmm, 37 hours? That’s what I counted anyway.” It’s been over a day?!

“Master and your sweet little prince have been in a few times to check on you and keep me up to date with what has been going on.” He explains, making you think on his words for a moment. Counting the hours, having people catch him up– has Sun Wukong been with you this whole time you’ve slept?

Huh. “So… he’s safe?” You want to ask him how long he’s been sitting with you, but you decide against it.

“Yes.” He rolls his eyes, and you shut your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as the stress that’s been weighing on you finally lifts. He’s really safe.

When you open your eyes, you lean over to wrap Wukong in a tight embrace. “Thank you.” He stiffens at your touch, frozen for a moment before chuckling.

“Heh, you’re the one who saved your betrothed.” He mumbles, and you feel an arm slowly wrap around your back.

“I wouldn’t have been able to without you. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t with me.” You give the monkey demon one last squeeze before sitting back. You still hold him by his shoulders, offering a smile to show your gratitude.

You’re met with silence, your friend fixing you with a look you can’t quite read. His eyes look almost a little stunned, wide.

He eventually cracks a smile, but before he can say anything, a knock at your door interrupts you. One of the palace servants enter, it’s one of the women who have been taking care of you since you’ve been here. Her face lights up when she sees the two of you. “You’ve awoken! I will have the physician come to see you right away.”

“Oh, that’s alright.” You wave, but she’s already gone before you finish your sentence. After she leaves, you’re given another flick from Wukong’s tail. “Hey!”

“Shh, you do need to be checked on.” He huffs, crossing his arms. “To re-wrap your shoulder, or something… I don’t know, I’m not any sort of physician.” His gaze falls to the ground as he rambles, and you can’t help the smile that gives itself a place on your face.

You’ve seen it before, when he’s almost unsure of his words, but it’s not often when he acts like this. It’s endearing, though. He catches you staring when he looks back, and clears his throat. “I can leave you to rest, if you want.”

He stands to leave, but you catch his hand. “No, stay. I think I’ve slept long enough.” He looks back at you, traces of a small smile forming before he nods.

“Alright, then.” He shakes his head, almost in amusement, before returning to his spot by your side. “I could tell you what I’ve been up to with Master and my brothers.”

“Have the three of you managed to give Tripitaka a heart attack in my absence?” You grin, making the demon chuckle.

“Not yet, but we’ve gotten close.” He smirks, making you roll your eyes playfully. As he begins to fill you in on the hijinks that have ensued since you’ve been in the palace, you lie back and listen to your friend.

~~~~

After the physician leaves, a servant follows to take you to the gardens. Even with Sun Wukong’s reassurance of his well being, it’s still a welcome sight to see the prince on his feet again. He stands on the same bridge where all this madness started, a warm smile spreading to his face as he sees you approach.

He greets you as you join him on the bridge, and you do the same. “How are you feeling, Jian Yu?”

“Wonderful, thanks to you.” He nods. “Your monkey companion explained your powers to me, it seems you have saved my life twice now.”

You offer him a polite smile before turning to look out over the pond. “I heard the guilty party has confessed.”

The prince sighs. “Yes. At last, I can rest knowing my mother’s killer is going to pay for their actions.” You look back to him, his expression solemn at the mention of his mother.

Silence encompasses the space around you, save for the buzzing of insects and rustle of leaves. The prince seems… you’re not sure what to call it exactly. When you spoke that night before going back to your room, there was a fire in his words. With the criminal now locked away, that flame is barely there. Not put out, but small. There was such determination in his voice, but now he seems almost too quiet.

You take a moment to study his features. “Can you rest?”

It takes him a moment to answer. “…I hope I will be able to. I am unsure of what I feel now.” He frowns, stepping forward to lean on the railing of the bridge. “So many nights, I have spent tossing and turning in bed. I thought I was restless because of the thoughts about that monster still roaming free… but last night, I found no comfort.”

He looks down to the water, his fist clenching as his confused reflection looks back. “Is something wrong with me?”

You take a moment of thought before answering, your gaze on his back before stepping up to join him by the railing. “Perhaps your restlessness does not come from your anxieties. Maybe you just… miss her. That’s normal, to miss someone, to wish you could see them one last time.” You look down at his reflection in the pond, his eyes turning back to look at you.

“You understand that feeling, don’t you?” You feel yourself stiffen at the question, and your head swivels to look up at him. The prince quickly takes a step back, sensing your discomfort. “I was, um, conscious enough to still hear you for a bit. When I was bleeding out.”

Oh, he heard you. Your eyes fall back to the water as he continues. “You called me Jie. He was someone you were close to, wasn’t he?”

You stare back at your own reflection, and you notice the bags under your eyes. “…We were children. Demons attacked our village, we were separated from our families and he was trying to get us to safety.” You shake your head, shutting your eyes doesn’t stop you from seeing that night.

“He had given me a gift, I left it in my home and I wanted to retrieve it before we got somewhere safe. Everything was on fire… he wanted to leave but eventually, he followed me into the house.” Water begins to sting at your eyes, and you quickly wipe your tears before they have the chance to fall. “I got what I wanted, but we tried to leave and then… then I watched a blade run through his chest. His eyes–” You choke on your words, and the prince steps closer, holding you by your shoulders as you stifle a cry.

You look up at him, a sad smile on your face as you take in his worried features. Every expression he makes, it only reminds you of him. “You have his eyes. If he– If Jie had the chance to grow up, mature… I imagine he would have looked like you.” You look back down to the water, embarrassed to be saying any of this out loud. “I miss him. I miss him so much. Sometimes, I dream of that night, and I try to change things. It always ends the same.”

“…Can I tell you something?” Jian Yu whispers, and you look up to see him glance away. “I had another reason. For asking for your help, that is.”

You frown, now confused. “It seemed inappropriate at the time to mention it, but… when I first saw you the day you saved me, I– heh, I had the strangest feeling of nostalgia.” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck almost awkwardly.  “It was like I was seeing someone I used to know, but I couldn’t quite recall.”

He looks back to you, but you’re not sure what to think of his words. The confession is almost too much for you to digest, but the longer you think it through, you find yourself smiling. “If my Da Jie were to reincarnate, I would not be surprised to find him as a prince in his new life.” You can’t help the sniffle that escapes, and the prince smiles.

“Is that who you think I am?” He questions, and you let out a tired huff.

“I’m not sure. Whether or not you are… would it be inappropriate of me to ask for a hug?” You ask.

“I think you need it.” Jian Yu opens his arms, and the two of you embrace. You hold him closely, no longer bothering to stop the tears as they fall.

The two of you stay in each other’s embrace for some time, and when you finally step back, you both hold onto one another’s arms. The prince gives you a kind smile. “When I was told you had awoken, I sent for your friends. They should be arriving soon.”

“Then I guess this is goodbye.” You return the smile, letting go of the man as he does the same.

“I suppose it is.” He nods, seemingly content before his eyes widen and his brows shoot up. “Oh, I nearly forgot. Follow me.”

Taking your hand, Jian Yu leads you off the bridge. He guides you back to the tree you first spotted him from, though now something tall lies against the trunk. It’s wrapped in cloth with a white chrysanthemum lying next to it. He takes the flower, handing it to you first. “Chrysanthemums were one of my mother’s favourite flowers. After I heard you calling for your friend the other night… I think she would find it appropriate that you have one.”

“Thank you.” You take the flower, twirling the stem as you look down at its delicate petals before Jian Yu hands you the second item, holding it in both hands..

You take the gift, unwrapping it before looking back to the prince in surprise. “I also couldn’t send an archer on her way without a bow.” It’s new, not even stringed yet. On the back of it, your name is inscribed.

“Yu… Thank you.” When you look back at him, you see your friend smiling back at you. 

“And thank you.” This time, it isn’t so hard to look him in the eyes.

Once you say your goodbyes, you meet the others back at the gates of the palace. With everyone accounted for, you leave the kingdom and resume the journey westward.

After catching up with everyone, you hang at the back of the group. It doesn’t take long for Wukong to fall back to your side, glancing over at your bow you hold in one hand while keeping the chrysanthemum between your fingers of your other hand.

He hums a bit, his lips stretched into a thin line while inspecting your new bow. “Your friend got you a cool new toy, huh?”

You hold the bow up with a soft smile. “It might take me some time to get used to it, but it’s a brilliant bow.” He lets out a bit of a scoff at your answer, and you look back at him with an amused brow raised.

“Well, hey, if you ever run out of arrows, just let Ol’ Monkey know.” He points back at himself, your grin growing as you begin to see hints of… is that jealousy? Is this why he was acting so upset that night when he caught you going to the prince? What does he have to be jealous of, it isn’t as though you would consider abandoning the pilgrimage. You are a buddhist monk, after all.

The sage plucks out a bit of hair from his arm. “All I have to do is take a few hairs and…” He turns them into arrows, all a perfect length for your new bow.

You accept the arrows, your grin showing no signs of fading as you slide them into your quiver. It does, however, morph into the thankful look you give your friend. “Thank you, and Wukong? I want to apologise for how I spoke to you earlier.”

“I was stressed and overtired, and maybe a little obsessed– but that’s no excuse. I know you were only trying to look out for me, and I appreciate that.” You look back to your friends ahead of you, this warm feeling filling your chest. You’ve missed being in their presence, it was good that Wukong was able to check in on you every now and then in the palace. He kept you afloat in the stress that threatened to drown you.

He takes the chrysanthemum from your hand. “It’s alright, it is my fault for putting you into that position in the first place. I’m just glad you’re here with us now.” He tucks the flower behind your ear as he speaks. “I know how much this entire ordeal has been weighing on you. I sort of, uh… maybe eavesdropped on you and the prince before you left.”

You raise a brow at his confession, though you aren’t too surprised, knowing who he is. “I’m sorry about your friend.” He offers his condolences, and you look back down at the path you’re on.

“If it makes you feel better, you would have had to leave him anyway for your stay in the Jade Palace, right?” He attempts to comfort you, but the deadpan stare you give him is enough for him to backtrack. “I- I mean, uh… no matter what could have happened, what did happen, I’m sure he’d be thrilled to know you really were listening to all those times where he rambled about his little plant facts.”

His words make you hum in acknowledgement, and after a moment you smile. “Yes, I can imagine how happy he’d be about that. He’d be at ease to know I don’t go around picking poisonous flowers anymore.” You laugh, looking ahead to your group.

Yeah, he’d be happy to see where you are now.

[jakescaravel]

Lover

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: 2,935

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Spit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

[thirstingfortoxicmen]

dom male reader x sub sebastian sallow WHERE THEYRE THEYRE THEYRE ENEMIES N LIKE READER STARTS GETTING CLOSE W SOMEONE ELSE N SEBASTIAN GETS JEALOUS N ONE DAY HE GETS ENOUGH OF IT AND DRAGS READER SOMEWHERE N THEY HAVE HATE SEX HELP IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT

OMG I LOVE IT! your wish shall be granted✨✨✨👍

Edit: OOPS I JUST WROTE THIS WHOLE THING THEN SAW THE HATE SEX PART NOOOOO IM SORRYYYYYY

Im skipping some plot.... just cause no reason🤭

(not my photo credit to Pinterest for fueling my mental issues)✨✨✨

Jokes on You

Sub Sebastian x Dom male Reader

🔞CAUTION SEX (ig)🔞

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"Ok, tonight was a little crazy so go and get some rest. Ok Natty?"

"Yeah I still can believe we escaped on hippogriffs!" Natty whispered back. Her hands still shaking slightly. I embrace her for a quick hug before we part. Being quiet I move quickly down to the Slytherin rooms. Once I safely make it to the dungeons a sigh of relief washes over me. My head aches slightly from the stress of fleeing Harlow and his cronies. Slipping through the door into the common room I gasp slightly.

"So... you want to tell what you've been doing?" Sebastian questions, glancing at me from his book.

"Well you see I... uhhh... Natty needed help with somethingandIcouldntjustsaynoso-" My voice speeding up as I talk, eyes flicking around the room.

"You're lying. Tell me the truth." He demands, with a stern voice. I finally make eye contact with him and give him a sigh.

"I- fine... Natty and I were out... investigating someone and we got attacked BUT! before you freak out, we're fine nothing bad happened!" I explain, guilt lingering on my words. For lying to Sebastian and for betraying Natty even after I swore not to tell anyone about our... excursions.

"And you didn't think to just," pausing himself with a sigh, "I don't know tell me before you endanger yourself and making me think you were with someone else." rubbing his temples stress clear on his face.

"... what? you thought I was cheating on you? Sebastian I would nev-"

"yeah well when i barely see my own boyfriend for three whole days and when I do see him he's with some girl! I don't know what to think ok!" he almost yells, cutting me off. Remembering that it's past curfew and neither of us are meant to still be up quiets Sebastian. I take a cautious step to him, unknowing of his reaction. I rest my hand on his cheek, I pull his face to face my own. Our eyes connect, frustration weeping from him.

"I would Never. cheat on you Sebastian. I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. I didn't think it would hurt you so. I'll tell you next time," I speak low and soft, his attention on my eyes. Kissing him sweetly, closing my eyes resting our foreheads against each other when we part.

"Next time? How much trouble do you need in one year to be satisfied?" Sebastian moves his hand to mine, our hands resting together on his cheek. Grabbing my hand, intwining our fingers. He says, "come on." before trying to drag me into the corner of the common room.

"Where- what are we doing now?" i ask confusedly.

"I'm a teen boy who hasn't seen his boyfriend for three days. Take a guess." Blushing at the realization. Sebastian pushes me against the wall next to the lake, our lips clashing. Sweet turns to heavy, our tongues fighting. Biting his lip takes him off guard, I flip us pushing him to the stone wall. The chill of the stone coursing through him, a shiver runs down his body. Leaning down I continue making out with my boyfriend, pressing my leg against his groin. A groan from Sebastian letting my tongue gain dominance. His hips stuttering into my leg. "Please... I need you," he says, the slight whine of his voice going straight to my growing member. Grasping his thighs I lift him up, pressing him against the wall. Sliding his sleep pants down, just enough I spit onto my fingers. Stretching him and teasing him at the same time. I kiss his neck, his face blushing from his sensitivity. Soft groans leaking from his lips like a faucet. "I need you- now please..." his words drawing out slowly. Shuttering from his words, I complied. Hastily removing my belt and unbuttoning my pants before spitting in my hand once more rubbing it up and down my length, till I deemed good enough. Lowering him softly onto my hard cock. He jolts with a moan. Precum leaking from his cock. I start thrusting, I groan softly into Sebastians ear. His face now beat red, I bite into his shoulder. Once I do that he clenches hard and moans rather loudly. Still holding Sebastian I move from the wall to a nearby couch. Sebastian, now the one who has to lean down, resumes our making out from earlier. I grab his throat gently, squeezing intermittently. Sebastians eyes fluttering softly his cock hitting against his stomach with every thrust up. His red tip throbbing with anticipation. I hit his prostate, "I- need to- ahh please- can i," his voice pleading me. I start reaching my limit.

"Come for me Sebastian," I whispered into his ear. I bite down once more, Sebastians cum hitting our chests. His groaning tip me over the edge I cum into Sebastian. Both of us breathing heavy, we wait for a moment before separating. Cum falling from Sebastian when he lifts off my member.

"I've missed you."

"Jokes on you. Now you can't get rid of me," a chuckle escaping from Sebastian.

"Good."

[rayroseu]

i really thought glomas malleus was the drippiest outfit design we'll ever get @ twst 💀💥💥

!! major spoilers for book 7 pt 3 !! the full body sprite of General Lilia Vanrouge obliterated me 🙏

GIRL GIRLLLL........... ARE YOU SEEING THOSE BOOTS???????? THE HEELS??? THE CLAW ENGRAVINGS?? OHHHH TO BE KICKED BY THOSE STURDY SHOES IS AN HONOR WTHHHJSJWKS😩😩😩

HEY THE LEG STRAP AND THE EMERALD DAGGERS AS WELLL!!!! KSJDJA WTF SERVING SLAY ON THE BATTLEFIELD SIR?!

there is SO MVUH TO TAKW IN my brain is barely coherent rn !!

ok the armbands were a given consideringvit was prominent on his silouette version-- but are those grey patterns a clothing or his actual skin as well??? @/MoonlightEquin1 on twt stated he has so much covering bcs of his weakness to sunlight, so I'm guessing its part of his cloth as well---SO IT MEANS HE HAS A BODY FIT SHIRT UNDERNEATH A CORSET AND ARMOR MY GOD I AM DAMNED😭💕

i lOVE HIS SKIRT?? it looks like bat wings im in AWE... and the scales with BEAD TASSELS?? do they clack together when he moves?? sounds impractical-- but totally lethal for aesthetic purposes!

also a nice reference to Diasomnia's Halloween Costume 🥺🥺 Its making me think he's wearing that in honor of the Draconia Family...

AND RIGHTT... THE B E LT HOW CAN I EVER FORGET THE BELT.... i kinda made fun for overblot malleus for tying his belt like that- BUT WHO KNEW IT LOOKED KINDA OFF WITH MALLEUS BCS ITS LILIA WHOS SUPPOSED TO ADORN IT... im sick💥

The bat motif AND HARNESSES!!!! ON HIS CHEST PLATE!!!!! YOU KNOW THE OUTFIT FUCKS IF IT HAS HARNESSES FOR ME!!!!! and is the tailor of his outfit him or some other fae?? the corset is literally glomas Malleus shirt KAJKAKSKA whoever designed this you're bringing Heaven on earth👍💕💕💕

NAD HAVE WE??? TALK ABOUT HIS MASK??? HAVE WE??? If I saw a person hunting me with that mask on in a dark forest, I'd die just from terror 9716662/10 terrific mask👍👍💕💕 oh i shouldnt forget to mention the MASSIVE FANGS OF THAT MASK... absolutely magnificent✨✨✨

and THE RED HIGHLIGHTS ON HIS HAIR???? HIS SCARF THAT KINDA WORKS AS A CAPE AND THE ENDS OF IT BEING RIPPED?? TO. DIE. FOR. 🤌👍✨😩😩😩

OHHH HOW I WISH THEY RELEASE THE DESIGN ARCHIVES FOR THIS RIGHT NOW BECAUSEEEEE IM BEGGING!!! TO SEE HIS BACK!!! I KNOW HIS HAIRSTYLE IS IN A PONYTAIL BCS HIS LONG HAIR PEEKS OUT JUST ON ONE SIDE 😳🛐

also bYEYEYYE i feel like i took 40 screenshots just from zooming in on the details of his outfit💥💥

i feel like im not doing great in expressing my compliments on his outfit by TRYING. MY VERY BEST. IN DESCRIBING IT!!!! so really, the most profound way is to just stare at it admiringly and let your sight savor the details👍😩😩🤌

REST IN PIECES my fellow lilia artists, this is our moodboard🥲💥💥 you can do it, you'll achieve drawing him in all his briar-valleys-most-esteemed-general-glory🙏🙏🙏

credits: alchemivich

[itshomobirb]

2 memories i feel like sharing, & some backstory context: so my ass has been spayed, and healthy people take 6-8 weeks to fully recover from getting spayed. i, chronically ill, took longer. as with any abdominal surgery, they told me "no lifting over 10lb u could tear ur stitches." and for reference, my cats are 12 lb wonders.

so im chilling in bed. ~4 weeks after surgery. and my mother starts SCREAMING my name. like "OH MY GOD BORB COME IN HERE NOW QUICK QUICK HURRY OH GOD." so i do, albeit slowly because, you know, still recovering from major surgery. she's freaking out about one of my cats, who looks entirely normal. oh but he ~suddenly stopped~ and ~twisted his body~ i don't know if he's going to be ok. one mother panic attack and one emergency vet visit later (with my mother's help bc i couldn't lift my cat due to lifting restrictions) : he had flea dirt on his hind legs. he was twisting around to lick around his arse. cool 👍 (ofc my mother, on the ride back from the vet, tried to tell me NOT to give the kids flea meds, she doesn't know what kind of ~health ramifications~ flea meds can have if *gasp* the kids don't actually have fleas)

around the same time period, i get woken up by my mother screaming "HELP HELP HELP!!" the first day it happens, she stops within ~15 seconds, and i hear my parents talking before i fall back asleep. find out later the mechanism for moving the window panels up & down in the bathroom broke, so the top panel had trapped her fingers a la guillotine style. my parents joke "well borb if you hear your mother screaming... her fingers are probably trapped 😂." can you guess what happens next. my father was gone the next day, and guess who got her fingers trapped AGAIN by the bathroom window. so i get woken up by her screaming, and i have to help dislodge the window around her bare naked ass. and sure, i have sympathy because i bet it was really painful. but like. are you fucking stupid. my father had to literally childproof the window by installing a screw so the guillotine panel would catch against the other panel so fingers wouldn't get trapped. just so my mother wouldn't get her fingers trapped again. we all knew that if it wasn't there, she would 1000% get her fingers trapped again. but *im* supposedly the incompetent fuck up that NEEDS to be told exactly what to do just in case i, idk, have an independent thought.

[hadassah4ever]

Warnings: Virginity loss, shameless breeding kink, corruption kink, age gap (I imagine reader as 18, so legal, but not moral.), very dub-con, Kai calls you a “little girl”, Kai being sexist as hell bc he’s Kai lol, idk if i’m missing any, plz forgive me 💀

Author’s note: A ‘porn with barely any plot’ fic I wrote in like an hour that I barely proofread, enjoy. 👍👍 (Kai is as nice as he can get in this.)

W.C.: 1.2k

18+

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Nobody respected me in the cult. Whatsoever.

I felt it deep in my bones, I didn’t really know if it hurt me or if that’s what I should’ve expected joining a group based on murder, when even I knew I couldn’t bring myself to hurt someone. It was a miracle they even kept me around, and even I didn’t know why they did.

After another meeting, I felt Kai place his hand on my shoulder and mutter something in my ear about having a meeting in the basement, and all of a sudden, I knew it. He was either going to make a move on me, or kill me. Maybe both.

Eventually we ended up in the basement, the door closed and locked.

“I think you know why we’re down here, don’t you?” He asked, condescendingly.

“I’m not too sure what to think anymore, divine ruler.” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady to give an heir of confidence. He let out a short, menacing laugh. “Oh, you know why. You’re too docile to kill anyone, the only reason I’ve kept you here is because you are the one who will carry my child, my messiah. No debate.” My head spun a bit at his intimidating tone.

I silently nodded. There really was no debate, begging would do no use and there really was no leaving the cult, apart from in a body bag. “God you’re perfect. If I’d met you earlier you would’ve probably had a ring by now. I’ve always wanted a woman who submitted to men, like you.” He spoke through a smug smile, standing up and walking over to me, gazing down at me.

“Have you ever fucked a guy before?” He asked, even though he probably knew the answer to that question. I shook my head, looking up at him, “No, divine leader.” I softly muttered. As soon as those words fell from my lips he dove down to my level and began making out with me, his tongue sliding its way into my mouth, my inexperience showing itself to him.

Eventually we broke apart and he looked at me with a mundanely terrifying smile, which completely scared me. “Strip.” He commanded. I stood up and began to nervously undress which amused him completely. Amused might even be an understatement, he looked at my bare body with what could only be described as the complete embodiment of lust, my trembling shoulders enticing him.

He walked over to me slowly, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his underwear down to just under his balls, his cock springing free. “Lay down.” He spoke, his tone became more smug but softer in a way, as he knew I would follow his orders. And I did. I laid down, the cold floor startling me, making me shiver for a split second.

“I’m going to be nice to you, sweetheart. You’ve been so compliant, I’m going to start off slow.” He told me, sounding like he wanted to win an award for ‘Not The Meanest Cult Leader Ever’. “Thank you, divine leader.” I spoke, not trying to make him angry and lose out on the not-so-painful impregnation he was about to perform. “Such a sweet girl, Jesus.” He was kneeling over my body, knees right next to my neck, and he began to push his cock into my mouth, the odd, slightly unpleasant taste coating my mouth.

He slowly pushed it in until he reached my throat, I coughed around his dick, certainly feeding his ego. He began to speed up, him thrusting into my mouth and me trying to hold back gags and coughs, until he stopped, pulling out of my mouth. “I’m saving my cum for your pussy.” He chuckled, smugly. He stood up and kneeled by my closed legs, pushing his hands between them and pulling them apart.

“You have the prettiest pussy, I can’t wait to see it stuffed full.” His colourful speech slightly shocked me, but I laid there, almost catatonic. He was slightly displeased with my lack of thanking him, but pushed his fingers against my clit anyways, making small circles.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good, my toes twitched, almost curling in repressed moans, the most noise I let out was small whimpers as he continued to play with my clit, he moved his face up to mine, placing another kiss on my lips. “You’re so adorable, I don’t know why I haven’t made you do this before.” He chuckled, one of his fingers entered me and I arched my back, squealing quietly.

He pumped his finger into me deeper and explored me, trying to find the spots that made me moan. “You’re so tight, I don’t know how I’ll even fit inside you.” He laughed, darkly. Before I could orgasm, he pulled his finger from my hole, I panted and just looked up at the ceiling. I felt his cock enter me, I gasped at the sensation of him stretching me out, and the new feeling of a cock inside of me. Even he had to pause for a second, but the break didn’t last long, as he began to slowly push his dick fully into me, making me squirm and let out slightly louder moans.

“My god I love corrupting little girls like you, I love feeling the stretch of virgin pussies, but fuck I’ve never felt a pussy strech as perfectly for me as yours has. You’re made for me, you little cock slut.” He spoke while grunts interrupted his dirty speech. My breaths were shallow and filled with pleasure as he pumped himself into me, continually getting faster and harder, his balls slapping against the skin of my ass.

He let out a low groan as he filled me up completely with his cock, he moved to push my thighs against my chest and my calves over his shoulders. “I can’t fucking wait to see your tits fill with milk and your stomach swell with my messiah.” He panted, slapping one of my breasts as he continued thrusting into me deeply.

His pace started getting unsteady and sloppy, in limbo between getting faster and getting slower. He started pounding into me, primal grunts filling the room. His fingers moved to my clit again, doing the same circles he was just doing moments ago. “Fuck… Cum with me, sweetheart. You’ve been so perfect.” He panted out.

I felt myself reach my peak, euphoria wracking me as I clenched my pussy around him, feeling him bury his cock fully inside me, unmoving as he filled me with a large load of cum, staying inside me to not let any leak out.

He looked down at me and smirked. “Don’t think we’re done just yet, dear.”

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part 2 maybe… 👀👀

[puckpocketed]

sharks to kings trade !!! your beloveds are sending penpals to each other in the form of players (-puckszone)

the Grundstrom for Burroughs Trade Vibe Check

HELLO beloved jane puckszone my pink scalloped hem my midnight candy gram my mist over still waters… thank you for stopping by i LOVE waking up to trade news in my inbox i LOVE that our california girls are having playdates . 🎶you can check out any time you like, but you can never leaaaveeee 🎶 <- type beat. about the California Swing; this big road trip every team gets subjected to multiple times each season on account of proximity, it used to be MISERABLE and FOUL because at one point we had 3 good teams !! i hope we get back to that one day 🥹🤲

Carl Grundstrom. CARL GRUNDOTHY …!!!!! I am genuinely VERY happy for him 😭💙 he was pushed out of the lineup during playoffs for some unfathomable reason (rat clenching fist of rage about it) . he’ll be getting more minutes on the Sharks GOD WILLING……. did you watch him at worlds? i did…!! i really liked his, idk what to call it, spirit??? like SORRY LAK but you may have fumbled a bad bitch… ough to see him benched and playing like 2 mins a night during playoffs… god he played one 25 second shift during one of those games and meanwhile they were double shifting our beautiful boy quinton byfield WHO WAS ILL BTW… i thought the kings needed grundy’s fighting spirit out there on the ice :(((

anyway adoption papers under the cut!!

Grundy for the Sharks moots:

We call him Grundy (me and you jane puckszone + the two skeletons and four moths on kingsblr) and i think i’ve seen Jim Hiller call him Grunny? grundy sounds better to me so i use that <3

He’s a solid 4th liner i mean this in the best most complimentary way possible… he does SO well … throw him out there to rest your first line and the puck might just do good things!!! my defensively responsible little guy…!! like. i love hard workers they are so dear to me <3

Low key underrated shooter? mostly in that i don’t know if i ever saw him pass loooool but yeah no he has more goals than assists this past season like IF the puck is on his stick he WILL shoot it godbless !!

Perhaps on the Sharks he moves up the depth chart 😭👍 middle-six winger anyone…praying for his success so bad you don’t even KNOW

HITTER!! this boy is big and throws hits! Plays the body when defending, plays the body when forechecking <3. i love you grundy and so does the mike grier Size/Skill/Will agenda. with this trade we are swapping hitter for hitter, but making room on our blue line (Shakir full time NHL arc???? PLEEK)

Grundy might genuinely be a great fit for the Sharks Culture Plan because i never saw a game where he wasn’t extremely invested and intense … i liked that about him vewwy much but that might just be me and my penchant for becoming attached to random depth players 🥹

More broadly, the pattern of picking up guys who need a new opportunity marches on… dellandrea and now grundstrom. we may not have uhhh affordable housing or more than 20 wins but the one thing sj does have in spades is ice time <3

i do wonder what all this does to our guys in the AHL who’ve been very hungry to break through but ough. alas. </3 perhaps that’s a conversation best had on a podcast and not by me, i can’t be objective here!!

on the LAK side of things:

Kyle Burroughs played way too many minutes on a bare bones Sharks defense please don’t look at his uuhhh -42 rating and take it seriously 😭

he might look like a silly guy from a 2010s sitcom but he is in fact a GOON!!! the fighting majors… lordy….. also i haven’t checked the stats recently but last time i did he was right up in the leaderboards for hits.

this move from LA does puzzle me!! Clarke and Spence should be getting more priority ice time next season. the Burroughs trade would push them out of the lineup unless Burroughs is getting put in the AHL or lak get rid of another defenseman.

perhaps an omen? Matt Roy leaving? or perhaps noted gorgeous leg weight Andreas Englund? <- i’m more inclined to this as it seems Burroughs and Englund would occupy the same role!!

endeared by Kyle Burroughs’ moustache deeply <3 him and j.middleton are sisters to me as per one of my posts…

anyway i hope he gets fewer minutes and less rough deployment on the kings jskdjdkgk he truly went THRU it this past season 😭🙏

in conclusion Cali Polycule please come back from the WAR i need this place to be hell on earth again CALIFORNIA SWEEP….!!!!

[parvulous-writings]

My headcanons for Wyll, Rolan, and Zevlor react to being stuck in close proximity with gn crush request is so good! Don't worry about it being a bit short because IT'S. SO. GOOD!!! I won't mind if you give me a nickname! I love it especially Wyll did his best to be a gentleman even giving them as much space as he can while squishing himself 👍, he tries to engage in a conversation with them to partially distract them from the situation, it's also partially to avoid them from noticing his cheeks are burning 🔥, just how flustered he is because they're nearer to him than usual 🤭, he did his best to refrain from staring at them but he gave in eventually because he finds their presence peaceful even in this situation 🥹, he apologised when they're free even though he didn't do anything wrong 🥺, he offered to make it up to them whatever they like ☺️, Rolan is so awkward that he's speechless & he can barely meet their eyes 🤭, they asked him to move his leg which he did 👍, they did try to break the silence but he's either barely answering or he's silent, he's completely caught off guard so he doesn't know what to do & just how anxious he is, he disappeared for a few hours after they escaped, it took them a while before they found him, they talked about what happened but he couldn't meet their eyes, he said he didn't want to because he's too flustered to even process it 🤭, Zevlor constantly asking if they need anything while mentioning it's the sentiment since he knows he can't exactly get what they need right now 👍, he keeps asking if they're comfortable since both of them need to keep their limbs from going numb especially without knowing when they will be free, he would warn them in advance when he's shifting so they can avoid 👌, he finds it easy to tell them such personal information since he's sweet on them 🤭, he normally wouldn't so easily but he does want to be closer to them 🥹, he would check with them if they're okay once they're out, and he admits he would have preferred to talk to them traditionally but no one can't deny fate! Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, anon! Even if it's a little short!

Is there a particular nickname you'd like me to call you? 😁

[puzzlingrubberknife]

EXPANDING ON THIS AND WRITING MY S/I IN BC THIS AU MAKES ME SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST

Written in the span of an hour having just woken up and not having breakfast yet 👍 this wasn't proofread good god I'm hungry

Well, this might be the rudest interruption to sleep that they've ever had.

But they forgive them, especially in this circumstance.

Spoon was woken up with a harsh elbow to the shoulder, nearly shoving them off the bed.

"Woah, hey, Puzz, you-"

They could barely hear themselves, as they came to realize.

The static was too loud for anything else to be heard, honestly. How the hell did I sleep through this???

Mr. Puzzles was gripping the sheets in what seems like pain, almost to the point of ripping them apart. His entire body was twitching and writhing in agony, like he was attempting to fight back whatever was haunting him in his dreams.

It was a painful sight.

"PUZZ???"

Spoon tried to yell at him to get his attention, but it didn't seem to work all that much.

They tried shaking him gently, and afterwards firmly. They knew it'd be a risk even touching him at all, but it seemed like there was no other way.

"PUZZ, COME O-"

They were abruptly cut off with an elbow to the face, plastering a small crack onto their screen.

Ow.

Well, there isn't any other option.

They opted to struggling their way on top of his body, straddling him and restraining almost his entire body. Luckily for this situation, they only had to restrain one arm.

"How the hell do I work these things-"

They cranked all the dials on his screen, flipping through a multitude of channels until-

"L̷̢̈́Ë̸̞̟́Ḁ̶̃V̷͚͂Ē̸̞̺͠ ̸͖̆̚M̷͍͇̕Ĕ̸̦̇ ̶̠̩̈A̷͙͋͝L̴̦̫̈́̉O̷̚͜N̸͚͎̏̈E̸̩̬̓!̷͔͝!̴͍́!̴̣͔̆"

He woke up with a start, shooting himself up in bed and practically forcing Spoon off of him. They nearly fell out of bed, but luckily for them, they managed to catch themselves.

He was hyperventalating, glitches occasionally sparking onto his screen as he attempted to process what happened.

It was all a nightmare. He was in bed. He was home.

Spoon's here.

His eyes were stuck on Spoon's face, staring at the crack on their screen.

Did I do that?

"L̵̦̊̓i̸̖̦̯̎s̶̡͒̓̌͝ţ̴͈͗̀e̵̺͍̍͝n̵̢͎͇͖̎̎̏͠,̸̈́͗͋̊ͅ ̴̗̐I̸̲̣̥͖͂͋̆-̴̻̦͇͍͋"

His panicked and barely audible words were cut off by the sudden feel of a hand squeezing his.

"Puzz...you're fine. I can always fix this tomorrow morning."

Dead silence. Several long seconds of silence.

Silence only broken by the sound of the bed creaking as he pulled Spoon towards him.

Spoon didn't hesitate in returning the gesture, wrapping both of their arms around him and their tail around his leg. Good thing the nanites deactivated themselves after all that, wouldn't wanna hurt him more than he is already.

They could hear what sounded like sobs coming from his broken speakers. Several sorries sprinkled in here and there.

His face was nuzzled into their shoulder, tears leaking out of his screen and onto their shirt. He was shaking a bit, too...he felt bad for what he did.

Oh you poor, poor soul.

"Hey, Puzz..." Spoon whispered. "Why don't we lay back down, yeah?"

Slowly but surely, their bodies were lowered back onto the bed. His face remained buries in their shoulder, though his cries were beginning to calm down. Their hand carefully rubbed his back, massaging it.

"You know you can reach out to me if you need anything, alright?" Spoon whispered. "You're safe with me, hun."

Their hand made its way to his screen, their thumb caressing the edge of it. He leaned into the touch, a small noise coming out of his speakers. Was that a hum? About as much as a hum could sound like with. Y'know.

"Feeling better now?"

He nodded.

"Good...now you should get some sleep, alright? I promise you'll have a better dream this time."

He nodded again.

So they laid there in silence.

Well, close to silence.

Spoon was humming a song to him, their hand moving up and down his back to the rhythm. They'd sing this song to him every evening, he knew this song by heart by now.

Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end.

Sun digs its heels to taunt you.

But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same

Rises the moon.

Days fade into a watercolour blur.

Memories swim and haunt you.

But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke

Rises the moon.

Oh-oh, close your weary eyes.

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

To darken fading summer skies.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

He was asleep before the song was even over.

Before his dreams even started, he heard them speak.

"I'll get that other arm fixed eventually, hon. Right to work first thing tomorrow."

A soft kiss was placed onto his forehead.

"Sleep well. Love you."

I love you, too.

Both of you had to sleep in the same bed….because you didnt have a second guest room….well ya did but it was so full of junk ya couldnt fit him in it

wasnt so bad….until….he began getting nightmares and pains in the middle of the night….

most of the time a gentle elbow to the side or pain meds would do the trick…but tonight…

He was thrashing…he almost hit you…he was asleep…the fully static screen plastered on his face told you he wasn’t conscious at the very least…but he gripped the bed like he was in pain…

You lightly shook him….and after a bit harder….at some point ya just climbed on top of him and began messing with dials till he finally came back on

His breathing was fast and panicky his eyes darting around the room before landing on you….

You get off of him and ask him if he is alright….

he just stares off into space hyperventilating a bit

you take your hand in his giving it a light squeeze

you are suddenly pulled down and feel arms wrap around you

Mr puzzles (with what strength he had at the moment) had pulled you in a hug and is using you like a teddy bear

he nuzzles into your shoulder mumbling apologies…

You feel warm tears leak onto your shoulder

You wrap your arms around him lightly rubbing his back

you softly sing and mumble to him….

he slowly falls back asleep….

you decide to not get out of the hug…maybe…

maybe your presence will keep the nightmares away….

You pull the comforter over the both of you….

you stare at his other missing arm

“Ive fixed the first one….dont worry puzzles…ill fix ya up brand new…”

you look around before placing a kiss on his forehead

“Sleep tight”

as you fall asleep you could have sworn you saw a slight pinkish hue to his static…

But thats probably your imagination

[velvetstreets]

could you please do more of jack talking you through your orgasm? maybe him making you squirt for the first time or you guys experimenting with overstimulation for the first time? either would be lovely - 🪷

Hey 🪷 anon! I got a couple other requests about squirting so I decided to combine them all together, I hope that’s okay! 🤍

Other requests:

1. Reader makes jack jealous and he frustrations are out when you get to the bed room squirting pleas 🫣

2. Squirting for the first time and jack making a girl squirt for the first time 👀

A/N: a million billion trillion words. yeah. 👍. Also hated how I ended this lol but I just wanted to be finished at that point tbh hahah

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You had intentionally been teasing Jack all night at an event you were at. He had been in work mode all day and now all evening, you were growing restless and annoyed with him due to the lack of attention he was giving you- despite the fact that he actually asked (begged more like it) for you to be there with him. To rile him up a bit so he would finally give you some attention and affection, you went to the bar to get a drink. Jack looked up from his conversation when you left, still nodding his head at the person he was talking to but his eyes were on you.

It only took a minute for a man to come up and talk to you, and you smiled kindly at him, not blatantly flirting with him, but just enough for it to be insinuated as you felt Jack’s stare on you. The man kept talking -not that you were invested- you were just waiting for Jack to make his move. You smiled and laughed at whatever he said, looking at him with innocent eyes but a devilish smile. You leaned into him a little more to hear him properly, and he leaned into your ear and then put his hand on your lower back. That’s when Jack had had enough of your games, joking or not.

He got up -not bothering to conclude the conversation he was having- and walked over to you in just a few strides. He came up behind you, putting his hands on your waist, wrapping them around your stomach and pulling you into his chest. He gave you a kiss on your cheek and a small peck on your neck before turning his head to the dumbfounded man in front of you.

“Hey baby, who’s this?” He asked you, looking the man up and down. His tone was friendly, but you knew he was far from that.

“Hey man-“ the guy started to speak, but Jack quickly cut him off.

“I’m sorry dude, my girl and I gotta dip. Nice to meet you though.” He said rudely, pulling you away from the bar and out to his car.

“Jack what the hell you didn’t have to be so rude.” You said settling in the passenger seat.

“Rude? You thought that was rude? What do you call it when your girlfriend starts entertaining a random dude, while her boyfriend is doing business, cause I’d call that more than rude sweetheart.” He said sternly, but his hand that was creeping up your left thigh told you that although he was clearly jealous, he was about to fuck you real good.

You felt butterflies in your stomach erupt at the excitement and desire, and you licked your lips before challenging him back.

“Maybe if her boyfriend paid attention to her a little more, she wouldn’t have to seek out someone else for it.” You muttered.

“Aww that’s what my baby wanted? A little attention, huh? All you had to do was just ask princess.” He said as he stopped at a red light and his hand slid up your skirt to rub on what he found out to be your bare pussy.

“No panties ma? Oh you reeaally wanted to fuck with me? So fucking needy for me that you decided to not put panties on and risk letting anyone see what’s mine? Did you want him to see you? See you so ready to spread your legs?” He said as his fingers rubbed through your slick folds and his thumb pressed at a delicious pressure on your clit.

“Shit-“ you groaned out, gripping your car seat and squeezed your eyes shut at the sensation.

“No right? You wouldn’t do that, you know that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. But you know I don’t play that bs you pulled back there y/n, so since you’re so desperate, I’ll give you what you want. Is this enough attention for you ma? Hmm?” He asked.

“M-more-“ you uttered out, spreading your legs a little more and bucking your hips up against Jack’s fingers.

“Oh my baby wants more? Need me that bad huh mamas?” He said, finally thrusting his index and middle finger in you, the pads of his fingers rubbing right up against your gspot.

“Fuck Jack, oh my god-“ you groaned out, clutching his arm as his thumb rolled circles into your clit. Your orgasm was starting to build in the pit of your stomach, until Jack abruptly pulled his hand away from you.

Your eyes flashed open, jaw still hanging and fingers still gripping the seat in response to the immense pleasure you felt seconds ago.

“Wha-, why did-“ you started before Jack cut you off.

“Here’s the deal beautiful, I’m gonna give you all the attention you want, but you’re gonna cum when I say so. So we both get something.” He said, sucking your wetness off his fingers before letting out a “mmm”. He turned onto y’all’s street and parked in his assigned parking spot. Jack got out the car and went over to open your side and help you out. He took your hand and took fast long strides, making you quicken your steps- practically running to keep up with him- and the two of you entered the building and then the elevator.

The second after the doors closed Jack pushed you up against the elevator wall, his right knee tucked inbetween your legs, up against your pussy and his hands on your lower back. He leaned down to bring you into a rough and nasty kiss.

“Use me to make yourself cum by the time we get to our floor.” He said pulling away. “Think you can manage that?”

You nodded your head quickly and started to grind your wet pussy against his light blue jean clad thigh. The rough denim was exhilarating against your clit, you almost came right there.

Jack and your apartment was on the top floor, so you had maybe 2 minutes to get off - max. You moved your hips at a fast pace while Jack slid his hand under your top and massaged your breasts. His lips found your neck and began to suck on it while altering with whispering dirty things in your ear.

“You dressed up so pretty tonight, all for me baby? I’m sorry you felt like I wasn’t giving you enough attention, that ends right now. I love these tits of yours, so pretty, love how they feel in my hands and in my mouth-“ he said before leaning down to capture your right breast in his mouth, sucking and tugging on your nipple.

“Fuck Jack, I- I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum J-“ you moaned out as you threw your head back. Jack’s hands moved to your hips and grounded you against his thigh harder as you came.

The electric feeling that went up your spine as you came was indescribable. Your hips rutted against Jack’s thigh, eventually slowing to stop as you let your orgasm wash over you. Jack kept kissing your neck and fondling your breasts until he let you lean on him and he ceased his actions just as the elevator doors opened.

He lifted your chin with his finger to look at him.

“Such a good girl f’me mamas..” he whispered his hand caressing your cheek. Your knees were weak but you felt you pussy clench at his words. It felt so good being his, so good being good for him; the praise he showered you in was ecstasy- you couldn’t get enough of it.

Jack saw the slight tiredness in your eyes from your comedown and chuckled.

“Don’t tell me your tired already pretty girl? I got more in store for you, cmon-“ he said lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass before exiting the elevator and making his was into your apartment.

Jack kicked the door closed with his foot and walked the two of you into the bedroom and gently tossed you onto the bed, making you bounce a little and giggle. Jack looked at you sternly, and you quieted down and waited for his next move. A devilish smile was spread across his face as he walked up to the edge of the bed where you were sitting. His right hand went to caress your cheek again, tilting you up to look at him, the height difference more established now that you were essentially face to face with his crotch. You loved when this side of Jack came out; you were more submissive than he was and Jack had no problem being dominant if it made you act like this. Jack was never overly dominant as he loved to be soft and attentive with you during sex, he loved the intimacy and so did you. But every once in a while one of you would like to throw a wrench in your usual mix, and get a little rough and nasty.

“You’re so pretty baby, lay back for me and let me take care of you just like you desperately wanted yeah?” He said in a taunting tone as you scrambled to spread out on the bed for him. Jack took his shirt and shoes off, doing the same with yours and then moved to climb on top of you. He brought you in for a heated kiss and your hands went to his curls. He started placing sloppy kisses against your neck and down your now bare chest. He enveloped your left nipple inbetween his soft lips, sucking and licking making you arch your back into him and tug at his hair.

“Oh fuck Jack-“ you whined out at the sensation. He chuckled, the vibration from his mouth making your senses fuzzy. He continued the same process to you right breast and then slowly kissed his way down your body, shimmying you skirt up to your waist. His warm breath was now taunting you as you felt it on your thong covered pussy. He was driving you crazy- just as you had did him at the bar. It blurred the feelings of anger and being impatient with his speed, with neediness and a euphoric pleasure. He smirked at your hips instinctively jerking upwards, and finally decided to tear your thong in one quick motion and dive tongue first into your heat.

Fuuuckkkk yesyesyes, oh my god-“ you cried out. Jack’s tongue lapped at your folds and he zeroed in on your clit, tugging and teasing at it. You could feel yourself about to cum again, quicker than last time and you let out a loud moan as your orgasm came crashing. Jack kept his grip on your thighs, burying his face so that his nose rubbed against your sensitive clit- making you almost cry at the overstimulation.

He finally let go of your thighs and gave your clit a quick final kiss before looking up at you. You weren’t aware as your eyes were still screwed shut trying to recover from your intense orgasm, but Jack’s entire face from the tip of his nose down was covered in your slick. You finally opened your eyes, looking at him with hazy eyes and a small smile on your face.

“You wanna take a picture?” He said smiling.

“Kinda, yeah” you laughed softly. Jack tossed you your phone, and you opened the camera and took a picture. You threw it back to him so he could see.

“For bitches in your DMs” you said smirking.

“I don’t wanna send this in the DMs, I’d rather post it on my story to be honest.” He said grinning at you. You gave him a look that said ‘cut the shit right now’ and he rubbed your thigh and continued.

“But I won’t. Since we love our privacy.” He said kissing your thighs before reaching under the bed for something. You had shut your eyes again, resting back on the bed until you heard a buzzing noise. You craned your neck up to look at him now standing without his underwear and your rose toy vibrator in his hand.

Your eyes widened a little. “Jack, I-I don’t know if I can cum again, it’ll be too much.” You said with an intimidated tone.

“Too much?-“ He said stepping closer and his hard dick bounced a little, the tip glistening with precum.

“You were the one who wanted attention remember? I’m just fulfilling my girlfriends wishes, am I not a good boyfriend? You asked, and I’m delivering baby.” He said with a playful smirk.

He pressed the toy against your clit and you arched your back instantly and let out a high pitched moan, almost a squeal. You were soaked and the overstimulating was enough to want to claw at your face in pleasure. Suddenly you felt your boyfriend’s dick at your entrance, and his free hand at your hip, rubbing circles with his thumb signaling his next moves. He slid in you with ease, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you exhaled and Jack let out a deep moan.

“Jesus fucking Christ y/n you’re so wet and tight, all for me sweetheart, I’m the only one you want fucking you like this right baby?” He grunted in your ear as his hips snapped against yours at a fast pace. With Jack’s dick nudging against that sweet spot at your core and your clit being delectably tortured by the vibrator, you couldn’t take it anymore. You came, hard, and squeezed around Jack’s dick that he came as well. He quickly pulled out, feeling a pressure against him and a gush of liquid squirted against his dick and abdomen as he heard the most erotic squeal from the angel in front of him.

Your makeup was smudged, hair riled, and cheeks tear stained from the tears that slipped from you when you squirted. Jack looked at you with such adoration and love. He held in a giggle as he noticed your legs twitching every few seconds.

“Aw smush… did you just squirt for me? You’ve never done that before right? So hot…” he said in a low tone, eyes taking in your figure that was splayed out on the bed.

“H-holy shit J” you managed to stutter out. All of your senses were out of whack, you couldn’t decide on what to focus on, to ground yourself to while you came down from your orgasm.

“You did so well for me tonight beautiful, you’re always so good for me. Love you so much smush, you’re too good to me. You look so pretty when you cum, I fall in love all over again when I see your face scrunch up like that and I hear those sweet moans of yours. I swear your made for me baby, you’re my soulmate, we find each other in every timeline.” Jack talked you through your comedown, getting a little on the deep side.

Chills went up your spine as your chest tried to return to an even breathing pace and you swore you were on cocaine or molly or something. There wasn’t any other feeling like this; the close proximity of your bodies as Jack held you in his arms pressed close against his chest, him whispering in your ear and confessing his feelings for you- it felt like a dream.

Jack just kissed your neck softly and hummed until you came back to him.

“You okay baby? Was it too much? What can I do for you?”

“I’m okay smush. Just tired, but good tired- a great tired. Shit.. you just made me squirt-“ you said laughing in disbelief.

“That was fucking amazing. Best sex I’ve ever had.” you continued, your body feeling heavier as you spoke.

“Cmon baby, let’s go take a bath and then we’ll come back and sleep okay? I’ll get you some water and snack, whatever you want.” Jack said carrying you to the bathroom and you relaxed into him, letting him take care of you for the rest of the night.