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garykingz · 2 years ago

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Kai anderson/(afab)reader. THIS IS PURE ABSOLUTE FILTHY SMUT. You can’t say u went in without a warning.

You dislike Kai and everything he stands for but you keep yourself in the cult for your own personal gains. After being in the cult for a while, you realise... maybe you don’t hate Kai as much as you think. Your mind wasn’t thinking that at least.

(@kaiju-superstar @pateapt @taintandviolent @petersevans @witchyykitten )

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You hated it. You wanted to stay for your own personal reasons but you hated how much your cult leader was making you feel when you were around him.

Every time he made speeches in front of you and the other members. When he was on his soap box outside as many crowds cheered him on. How he spoke and ordered his army of idiot men to do whatever he wanted. His mannerisms. His voice. The way his jaw clenched when he was about to make a serious decision.

You hated to admit how crazy it was making you feel. You needed to focus right now in fact, you tried to stay still and listen carefully to what Kai Anderson had to say to you and his people. His words were usually always important, but your attention was drifting elsewhere. How his hands moved when he spoke, his fingers curling into fists every now and then. The way his black unbuttoned at the top shirt laid across his chest. On his shoulders. The way the silver on the buckle of his belt caught a glimpse of the light of the room every now and then when he moved his hips with his body.

You weren't paying attention to any words that were leaving his lips right now at all. His lips alone had your mind wandering; anything he was saying now sounded like white noise. You wondered a few times earlier into this situation how well he must kiss. But you considered it a mere passing thought. Oh, but not now. Not now. Your once heart fluttering pass by thoughts turned to toe curling; hips twirling assumptions on how good he must be in other aspects of life that were hidden away from the media and the other cult members.

How he would move during a passionate kiss. How his tongue would curl around yours. How fast or slow he undresses himself; or undresses you. How he uses that middle finger he wraps tape around every so often. How he speaks so sultry already even without dirty talk. How–

"So, that's the plan?"

Your eyes widened slightly when Ivy's voice brought you out of a reality you could only dream of as of late. You shift yourself on the couch before turning to Ivy, the blonde looked serious as she looked at Kai.

"You and Winter can return once it's done," Kai replied to the woman; a sternness lingering in his voice.

Bringing your hand to your throat for a moment before moving your body closer to the edge of the seat, you part your lips to speak when suddenly your fellow member, Beverly, speaks up beforehand.

"We're going to kill him."

Fuck. What were they talking about before? You were trying to listen, but clearly your mind went elsewhere and now you have no idea what this new plan was at all.

"We are. It'll show this city that reputation built on money and prejudice rather than pride and what is right, is wrong. We will deal with this in a way that's fit for a man like him," Kai explained, his hands moving with some vigour as he spoke.

"Yeah!" Gary's voice bellowed instantly, his stub of an arm throwing itself in the air as he cheered. "Let's fucking do this!"

"Tomorrow. Ten sharp," Kai added, his voice almost blunt sounding.

When you finally collect your thoughts again, you suddenly feel eyes on you. You tilt your head to the left before finally moving your attention to who was looking to you. It was Kai.

"Y/N," Kai's sternness seemed to settle in his voice a little, almost as if he knew it would get your attention. "You're being uncharacteristically quiet."

"What?" you asked – pretending like you were paying attention the whole time. "What do you want me to say?"

Kai's head tilted forward a little as he looked down at you. "You usually have a lot to say about my orders. You're gonna finally do as I say for once without hesitation or complaints?"

And there it was. It was like anything you were feeling just now had washed away. Under a bridge and into the sewer of Mr fucking Anderson.

"J– Just dismiss us already," you snapped back in a quieter voice than usual.

A small exhale came from Kai, like he was still studying you as you sat there. You were turned away from him now.

"Kai," Harrison spoke up now, his voice cutting the tension just that little bit. "About–"

"I know. We'll come to that when we need to." You could feel Kai's attention linger on you for a small moment before finally turning to the other cult members. "We're done for the night."

The heightened tension seemed to disappear every time Kai dismissed them. Like he had your hands tied behind your backs during these meetings. But it didn't feel… like you all wanted to fight the chains, you didn't want to fight them. Chains of your society to the chains of Kai Anderson should feel the same, but somehow, they didn't.

You felt yourself sigh a little as you stood up from the couch, fixing your skirt as you did. "Ivy–"

"I can't today, Y/N… Tomorrow," Ivy replied to you before walking up the basement stairs; as did everyone else.

You had plans with her and Winter tonight but clearly you were simply being a third wheel at this point. It hurt; you didn't want to lie to yourself, you'd been close with Ivy and Winter a lot since you joined. You supposed the meetups at the restaurant ending were inevitable.

When you moved past the couch and towards the stairs, you hear Kai's voice ring in your ears as your fingertips graze the wood of the stairs' rails.

"Y/N."

Your name leaving his lips always caused your chest to tighten, like you were almost terrified yet curious what would follow. With your hand around the railing of the stairs, you felt your fingers flex against the wood, as if you were preparing to put up a front. You only hoped it was a front these days.

"What is it, Kai?" you asked, a bluntness in your voice that you weren't trying to hide. You kept your attention away from him for that small moment before shifting your body to face him.

"There's a reason you didn't ask me to repeat myself tonight. Something else on your mind?"

You felt your hand stiffen much more intensely against the wood under your palm as you shifted your eyes away from his fervent gaze.

"Again with being so quiet."

"I… just have other things on my mind lately. It's fine." You tried to keep up that blunt sound in your voice as you spoke to him; you were aware how easily he could pinpoint certain speaking patterns in your words, it always set your teeth on edge.

"Follow me." Kai didn't even wait for an answer before he wandered over to that ominous table that sat under a light at the far end of the room.

Lingering for a moment, hesitant to follow, your feet seemed to deceive you regardless and you made your way over to him.

"Sit."

Your eyes flickered from the chair to Kai for a moment, like you wanted to disobey him. Test him. But for one reason or another, you could never truly bring yourself to do it.

You bent your knees and finally placed yourself on the chair, your hands in your lap.

"What's been on your mind?"

"What? No pinkie power?" you asked.

"Would you prefer it?" Kai countered your question with one of his own, his voice dipping just that little bit as he moved to the side of the table. You could feel his eyes on you again.

You remained silent for a second before you parted your lips, "Work."

"Tell me the truth."

"It is the tru–"

SLAM. Without any kind of warning, Kai's fist bounced against the wood of the table, surely if he hit it any harder, you would've assumed it might've snapped in half.

"Tell me… the truth."

"W– What'd you want me to say, Kai?!"

Kai fell quiet for a few seconds; but those few seconds felt like daggers in your chest. You watched as he finally moved across the table, drawing himself closer to you in the chair.

"Tell me what you were so distracted by… in our very important meeting."

Your attention once on Kai's hand spurred out on the top of the table was now drawn away from him – yet you could feel your body stiffen up as he kept his gaze on you.

Staying quiet for another small moment, you finally spoke up again yet your voice was now somehow softened. Just a little. "I was just lost in thought."

"The thought of my hands on your body is something to get lost in now, Y/N?"

You gasped. Out loud. There was no way he just said that. Out loud.

You turned your attention back to him, and now, there was a small smirk lying on his lips. Subtle but… devilishly there. "I'm not– I wasn't…" You felt your words get lost within the look Kai was giving you.

When you heard a dragging sound across the table, you watched in the corner of your eye as Kai pulled his hand towards you; his index and middle finger resting under your chin as his thumb barely ghosted over your bottom lip.

"I told you… I want the truth. You can be honest with me, Y/N." Kai's voice dropped even lower now, almost at a whisper when he spoke your name. "That I prefer."

Your eyes stayed glued on his as he brought himself closer to you, though, he stayed standing up in front of you, pulling your face up just enough that he could keep his attention on you.

"I… want to hate you, y'know..."

Kai let out a small chuckle before raising his eyebrow just a slight arch. "But you don't."

You tried to shift your head away from him but his fingers and thumb held your chin a little tighter now, like he was trying to keep you in place. Under his control.

"Tell me in detail what you were thinking of me."

"Wh– What?! N– No!"

…

"Heh."

"Ah!"

A gasp escaped your lips as you suddenly felt like the air had run dry from your lungs. You felt the cold of the wooden table pressed against your chest and your cheek; yet a warmth of a palm pressed against your head and shoulder.

"You are a part of my plan now, Y/N. A part of something big. A part of me." Kai's voice felt like bass next to your ear as he brought himself closer to you, keeping you against the top of the table. "I know you know that." You feel his breath against your skin when he exhales another small chuckle. "So… Fucking tell me."

"E– Everything, Kai!" you finally exclaimed as you closed your eyes. Maybe you hoped you would open them and you'd be home. …Or maybe you wouldn't. "I hate you but you– fuck, you drive me crazy! I hate how your voice alone makes my head spin! The way you move your hands! I hate how even the thought of you in your suit makes me squirm! I want to hate you but I– I–!"

"You sure as shit lost your quiet streak now, haven't you, little one?"

"Y– You got your damn confession…"

A rumble, a hum, seemed to echo in Kai's throat, almost as if he was thinking. "Now, was it that fucking hard? Or do you have more you want to confess to me?"

"Kai…"

"Yes?"

A small whimper came from you as you turned away now, your forehead pressed against the table. "I hate you…"

"I doubt that." With those three words spoken, you feel Kai's hands fall from your body.

You kept yourself there for a moment; almost like you were pitying yourself for saying what you said.

"Sit up and look at me."

You kept your head down for a second before finally sitting up again. When you did, you looked up to see Kai standing next to you as you shifted in the chair. "If you hate me as much as you say, woman… Then prove it to me."

You followed Kai's almost black eyes as the two of you glanced to the belt of his jeans.

"You sure had your eyes here for a while earlier."

"I–"

Before you could even begin to try and explain yourself, you watched as Kai brought his hand to the leather of the belt and pull it out of the silver buckle.

"Kai–"

"You sure like using your pretty mouth, little one," Kai hummed a little, but it sounded more like a growl as he popped the button and pulled the zipper on his jeans. "Why not use it for useful things, hm?"

Going to part your lips to speak again, your words instantly got stuck in your throat. Only to see what else would also get stuck there. Your embarrassed expression now quickly fueled to awe at the sight in front of you. It was like automatic how you reached your hand out to touch Kai's cock that he was palming himself now – but without hesitation, his free hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you from the chair and onto the floor in front of him.

Falling to your knees in front of Kai Anderson was a thought you'd dared pleasured yourself to the last couple of weeks, you had to admit; the way he was looking at you now with that damned half lidded expression accompanied with that smirk just solidified how much you actually wanted this.

When your eyes fell to his cock, you instantly admired the vein along the shaft that seemed to clone the ones on the back of his hands. The same ones you also thought of when you brought your fingers between your slick every night as of late.

You felt your tongue lol out of your mouth a little as you neared his already hardened length. Before your tongue met his skin, you felt his hand against your forehead.

"Now, now, woman." He chuckled ever so softly, yet it was surely something echoed by demons. "Say please."

Your eyes glanced up at him again, that smirk still painted across his face like a messy art piece. With every ounce of pride you thought you had left in your body, your lips parted for Kai's other pleasures. Control.

"P– Please…"

"Good girl."

Those two words were enough to make you forget your own dignity now; you lapped your tongue out from your mouth and pressed the wet muscle against Kai's cock.

Oh, fuck. It was hot. It was really… hot.

You swear then and there this fucking asshole's monster dick was the only thing that was going to cloud for mind for a long while. You moved closer to him on your knees and continued to move your tongue across his shaft. From the base to the top, which you hated to admit, was a long one lick – you curled your tongue around the pre cum that leaked from the tip.

"Mmm… Yeah, see? I… fuck, I knew there was a use for that pretty mouth of yours," Kai spoke through almost heavy sounding breaths before his hand found the top of your head, watching as it jolted with your movements.

You knew before that a comment like that would get a scoff from you but right now, it was only egging you on.

As you pulled your tongue away from him and began to part your lips over the tip of his cock, you let out a small gasp when you felt Kai's hand grasp in your hair a little. Not enough to hurt, but enough to stop you from going to suck him off.

"You're suddenly so fucking obedient," Kai's voice echoed in your ears. His voice was almost enough to break you from staring at his wet cock; almost, not until he pulled your head back and your eyes instantly met. "You want more? You're gonna have to beg for it."

"Please, I–"

"Can't hear you, my little lamb. Louder."

You felt a whine get caught in your throat before you managed to find a little of your voice again, "P– Please, Kai… M– Mr Anderson! I want to t– touch you…! Please!"

You watched as a smile crept to Kai's face, his blue hair seemed to fall over his eyes just a little when his head tilted slightly down to you. "You can do as you're told." Kai palmed his cock at the base before teasing the tip against your lips. You instantly opened your mouth again, your tongue falling from your lips. He would threaten to push in further but continued to simply circle his cock against your mouth. You hated him. You hated him. You hated him.

"K…ai…" Was all you seemed to muster to say.

Waiting for him to menacingly just shove it in your throat, you suddenly let out a gasp instead when he kicked the chair away from behind you. Going to turn around to the sound, you were suddenly pulled to your feet with Kai's hand around your throat. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Kai slammed you down onto the table, pushing you across it with his hands now under your thighs.

"I'm your leader, Y/N. You listen to my every word, like a servant to her master." Kai spoke almost softly yet dangerously through gritted teeth. You tilted your head ever so slightly up to see Kai pulling his black button up shirt over his head and toss it across the room carelessly. "Don't you think it's about time you address me as such?"

Your eyes widened at him as he brought his hands just under your knees, pushing them up enough that your skirt fell to your waist.

"Kai, I–"

"Say it."

"M–" You admired his body just for a moment before a sense of embarrassment loomed over you, causing you to quickly turn away from him. "Master."

"Ooh, what a good fucking girl you are." You felt Kai pull closer – you could feel the warmth from his body lingering over you; a sense of a predator to prey in his dark eyes.

With your face still turned away from him, you could feel the red flush on your cheeks. "Please…" was all you seemed to whisper.

"Hm," Kai hummed. You felt his hands push up your thighs to your hips, pushing your skirt up higher as his hands kept going. When his hands finally found your face, he turned your head to face him; your eyes locking together once more. "Please?"

You felt his hands fall from your cheeks again and back to your hips, his index fingers curling around the lace of your panties.

"Please, Master–"

The second those words left your lips, Kai, without a single moment of hesitation, pulled your panties down with a violent force – you swore you heard them rip as he pulled them over your socked feet.

You let out a small gasp at his brash nature pouring out again – you shouldn't be surprised anymore but…

"Don't worry, little princess, there'll be more where that came from." Kai moved between your legs again, now with his large hands around your waist. You never admitted it, but even those slight touches from before with those fingers of his made you feel paltry.

A whimper escaped your lips as Kai brought a palm to your lower stomach now; his fingers just ghosting over where you didn't– where you ached for him to touch the most.

Your eyes barely flickered when you glanced at his black cargo pants and boxers barely still holding on under his waist. You couldn't see his cock with his hand on your stomach blocking your view now either. Bastard.

"Eyes on me," Kai demanded, but somehow there was a slight softness to his voice. Just enough for you to pull your attention back to his face.

"Good." With that single praise leaving his lips, you watched as he seemed to pull his hand on your lower stomach back to your waist. His grip tightened almost instantly as he pulled your hips up, you felt the coolness of the table leave the skin off your ass so suddenly.

"K–"

Before you could even speak his name, what felt like an electrifying pleasure shot through your whole body, from your pussy upwards, when you felt Kai suck your clit between his lips and pull with his teeth.

"F– Fuck!"

All that heard from the man between your legs was a chuckle before he pushed his lips back on your clit alone, sucking and curling that skillful tongue around the most sensitive part of you. Every touch, every suck, every flick alone, was causing you to arch your back and wanting to push your pussy into his face – but alas, Kai's hands on your waist kept you at bay and still enough for him to work on you.

When you felt Kai's large hands fall to your hips and his fingers under your ass, his tongue began to trace down, little by little to between your pussy; small growls starting to pour from each small breath he took before going back to lap up your core.

"M– Master…! Kai! Kai, please, this is too– Aah! Shit!" You could only call out half of what you were trying to say through moans and whimpers.

Those tiny growls and wet sounds echoing in the basement was enough to send you into ecstasy, and the asshole hadn't even fucked you yet.

As his hands tightened on you, you suddenly felt him pull away just a little. With hungry eyes, he glared up at you through his blue messy hair between your thighs, "Cum now and I won't fuck you at all."

Your eyes simply widened at the sight in front of you; he somehow looked different from earlier. Like whatever Kai he was in front of his cult – was not the same Kai here. He looked… like a demon with his usual doe eyes that said you could simply just obey.

With one more suck of your clit between his lips, he ran his hands under your thighs now. As he hovered over on top of you; his eyes that resembled black holes, stared down into you with a small arrogant smile across his face. "Obedience comes with rewards, Y/N."

Small whines like a kitten purred behind your lips as you held your hand over your mouth – all you seemed you could do in response was nod in agreement.

"Yeah. That's right."

"Aah!" a muffled scream escaped your lips when you suddenly felt Kai run the tip of his cock along your clit; those wet sounds from earlier seem to echo much louder in the room now, it sounded filthy.

"K– Kaaaiii~ F– Fuck…!" You moaned his name like it was the only one you knew. The only name you ever wanted to taste on his tongue. Amongst other things. "Mmm…!"

With Kai's hand around the base of his cock, teasing you mercilessly; his other hand now ran up your body – grabbing both of your wrists between his fingers and holding them above your head.

"Now…" Kai seemed to growl again as he spoke; like a husk in his voice that you hadn't heard before – even during the most serious of meetings or him on his soapbox. "Let me lead. You can do that, can't you?"

With that, a small chuckle poured from Kai's lips before he finally pushed his cock into you – that damn bastard was definitely pushing you to your limits now and he knew it. His length felt big against your tongue before but the further he pushed into you, the more you realised, he had every fucking right to adhere to such a huge ego.

You twisted your hips along with your hands; almost like you wanted to free yourself. Not to get away — but to touch him.

"Ah, fu– fuck…" Kai's small curses slipped from his tongue the further he pushed into you. When he stopped, you couldn't help but notice you didn't feel him at your cervix.

"N– No, please, don't… stop…" You hated that you were begging for him to keep going but everything in you was craving him at this point – aching for him.

"Eager little girl," Kai's voice fell an octave when he spoke; his hands gripping your waist that tighter before he finally began to rut against your insides – still avoiding pushing the tip against the deepest part of you. It was like he was–

You suddenly let out a yelp; a scream, when you felt Kai's hard cock against your g spot. How– How did he know how to do that so well?! It would've pissed you off if you weren't absolutely seeing stars in your vision right now.

Even with his hands on your waist to keep you still; your body still moved with vigour against the table as Kai thrusted into you, hitting that same. fucking. spot. each. time. "Fuck. Yeah, you wanted this."

"Ka– Kai–! Aah!"

"Say it, woman."

"I wanted this! I wanted this! Please, please, more! Master–"

Before you could even finish your next words, you felt that pressure from your g spot pushed passed as Kai was now fucking you into your core. Pulling his hand from your wrists, he pushed his thumb into your already open mouth; pressing down onto the wet of your tongue.

"Mine," Kai snarled; a roughness in his voice that could only match how much he was thrusting his cock into you. "Yeah?"

You could barely even make out the ceiling light above you at this point as Kai pounded you on the table; the way his movements were like they were fucking calculated.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

You felt your stomach twist and your core grow so hot that you couldn't ignore it anymore, you couldn't hold back anymore. "K– Kai~!" When you called out his name; a moan left your lips afterwards as you felt yourself cum around Kai's cock pushing inside of you.

"So much for obeying everything, you pathetic little girl," Kai spoke with that sultry voice as always – yet somehow it was even more so. Like, he was an actor in a movie with a role who played the main character who could get what he wanted.

And fuck, he did.

"Aah! Mmmngh!" You wanted to pay attention to what he was saying but it was like your mind was on one thing right now and it was how well this prick was at fucking you into oblivion. You hated him.

"Think you're deserving of your reward, Y/N?"

"Ah! Y— Yes! Ngh!"

"Again." Kai growled that word as he thrusted into you even harder, his thumb falling from your mouth now as his hand went to your throat.

"Yes! Y– Yes, master!"

"Good," Thrust. "Fucking," Thrust. "Girl."

When you suddenly felt him stop; he brought both hands to your waist now as his fingers flexed into your skin. You could barely make out his head tilting back a little – the light above seemed to illuminate him in a way that made him look like a god. He might as well have been.

"Fuck."

Your eyes shot open when you felt a sudden heat rush into your core. Letting out another yelp and moan, you finally felt your head fall to the side, your eyes trying to focus on the once crowded, now empty basement.

When you heard two small thuds, you tried to turn to see Kai's hands each side of your body on the table.

"Y/N…" Kai spoke with heavy breaths as he looked down at you. There was a small pause before you turned and looked to him. "I prefer you to tell me everything."

You felt your chest rising in fast motions with your breathing as you stared up at Kai; your vision still hazy.

"I…"

"Yes, little one?" he asked.

"Hate… you…"

Kai let out a small chuckle before he pushed a lock of hair from your eyes and wiped the spit and cum from your bottom lip. "Oh, my sweet,

I know."

#rambles #ahs #american horror story #kai anderson #Licherally do not care at this point

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taintandviolent · 1 year ago

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I held my nose I closed my eyes - I took a drink; Jimmy x Reader

Summary: Reader is a hypnotist. Jimmy, in one of his drunken nights, cleans out his own supply and stumbles into your caravan to clean you out too. What he finds... is sooo much better. [warnings: 18+! sex pollen fic!! shameless, explicit smut, I'm so serious. female receiving, oral sex, rough sex, mentions of alcohol.]

Also! Hugely inspired by @silverzoomies' mindbogglingly good Quicksilver sex pollen fic - the queen of sex pollen as far as I'm concerned!! Please read it if you haven't!!

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ao3 link here! | full fic under the cut!

The calliope breathed its melodic tune as your fingers curled back towards your palm. The man in front of you was glassy-eyed and pliable.

“Bark!” You snapped your fingers.

Almost immediately, the man let out a string of excited woofs, much to the delight of the audience. Laughs and scattered applause filled the tent, the loudest of laughs coming from the front row — from his presumed wife.

“Ladies and gentlemen! While I am using hypnotism for your pleasure and amusement today, I implore you… to consider that hypnotism can be used for good. It can be used to cure sicknesses of addiction, turn the fearful into the brave… or perhaps make someone fall in love with you.”

The man swayed languidly back and forth, following your graceful fingers as they swept through air. You brought the man’s attention to you with one finger, whispering soft words of release. You snapped your fingers for a final time and the man came to, dropped back into his own reality in a mess of confusion and wobbly knees. Unbeknownst to you, this regular Joe wasn’t the only man unsteady on his feet. A dozen or so yards away, the beloved Lobster Boy was drunkenly stumbling into your trailer, looking for some more booze to drown his woes.

As he stood in front of your cabinet, he surveyed the collection. Dried herbs, crystals, some of those cards that he’d seen the travelling gypsies use… and a ton of bottles. Scanning until he found something that most resembled some liquor — though everything was questionable — Jimmy palmed the one of the two largest bottles, lifting it to the light to get a better look. The dark liquid sloshed heavily around inside, and while he knew he was drunk, he could’ve sworn it sparkled.

Flipping the cork out with his thumb, Jimmy pinched his nose, squeezed his eyes shut and threw the contents of the bottle into the back of his throat, having enough to sense to avoid whatever taste was going to meet him. Whatever it was went down smoothly, leaving a syrupy, sweet coating on his throat. A line of deep burgundy trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his tongue flicked out to catch it.

“Hooo,” he grimaced and shuddered hard enough to lose his grip on the bottle. It clattered to the floor loudly. “That’s rough.”

His throat felt warm, but the feeling started in his thighs, of all places. Underneath his dusty black jeans, the muscles felt like he’d gone and pressed them against a bed of coals. It was hot in Jupiter, not that hot — but Jimmy Darling felt like he had the fever of the century. Sweat beaded at his hairline, running salty ribbons down his temples.

And then, he felt it. Concealed in his cotton briefs, heat rushed to his groin at breakneck speed. It couldn’t have taken more than thirty seconds for his cock to stand at attention as though he’d been working it up all night. His jeans tented and the pressure wasn’t very forgiving. No, it was downright painful. The blood switched heads and he could think of nothing else but you. Jimmy wanted to be inside you, feeling your weeping cunt clench with each thrust. He wanted to lick his fingers clean of your — “Come on!”

Jimmy drew the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping at the sweat. As the seconds ticked by, his body temperature continued to climb. He knew he had to do something before he actually became a lobster, bright red and steaming. With one hand, Jimmy unbuckled his pants and yanked the button free of its slit. The small give in restriction allowed his stiff cock to breathe, but Jimmy pulled the elastic of his briefs under his balls, wincing at the static electric feeling that physical touch brought.

His cock sprung free, bouncing heavily. It looked full, and pre-cum was already leaking out the velvet soft tip. He couldn’t describe it mentally any other way — needs emptyin’.

You had graciously taken one more participant before making your way back to your caravan, pulling your high heels off as soon as you were out of the tent. You padded softly across the grass, humming some disjointed melody. The tips had been good tonight, and you’d been looking forward to the iced tea in your tiny little fridge all day. "…Gotta’ hank o’ hair and a piece o’ bone and made a walkin’-talkin’ honeycomb.”

Stepping onto the wood crates that served as doorsteps, you pulled the door towards you, still singing quietly.

“…well uh honeycomb, wontcha’ be my baby, well uh honeycomb wontcha’ be my own — ”

With your index finger still curled around the handle of the screen door, your body froze, voice leaving your throat. Jimmy Darling leaned against your bed. Not just that — Jimmy Darling leaned against your bed, caramel locks plastered to his forehead with sweat. His pants were undone in his lap, and his fused fingers were glistening with his own cum. You’d only looked at it for a split second before you clamped your hand over your eyes, but it wasn’t soon enough to stop the visual searing its way into your brain. The way the swollen, red tip slid through his conjoined fingers as he clumsily tried to jerk himself off…

At the sound of the door, Jimmy immediately started crawling towards you, muttering desperate words of gratitude. Like a hound on the scent of a rabbit, his nose had clocked the earthy sweetness of your perfume oil the second you’d walked in. He needed to get closer to it and to you. There was another smell — a sweeter one — that he licked off his lips as he made a beeline for you.

“Oh, baby, baby, baby….” He growled low, words separated by hiccups. “I’m real glad you’re here. I messed up… uhhuuummmm - real bad.”

On his knees in front of you, Jimmy wrapped his hands around your legs, claws stroking the backs of your knees. Paired with the fact that he’d never called you baby, the contrast of his warm, strong hands against your delicate legs gripped your core, setting the first trap of arousal. A moment later, his lips collided with your shins, feverishly peppering kisses along them as he worked his way up.You closed your eyes, exhaling hard through your nose.

His head dove under your skirt and you let out a shrill yelp.

“J-Jimmy Darling! Stop, stop!” You wrenched your leg from his grip, his slick fingers gliding off your calf muscle as you hastily stepped around him. “What in the hell has gotten into you!?”

He fell forward onto his hands, letting out a sound you’d never heard a man make. His dick hung heavy between his legs and thick strands of pre-cum swelled from the tip, stringing to the floor with every slight movement of his hips. His lust just wouldn’t stop yelling, drowning out every other rational thought he had. It was as loud as when Elsa brought her megaphone to the stage, shouting orders at the top of her lungs -- louder maybe. Jimmy reached for his aching cock to give it a few desperate pumps, tightening his grip as he drew towards the base. The sensation crippled him, bringing him forward onto his face. …so damn sensitive…. I need her…..

He’d always been able to satisfy himself, even as drunk as he was now; after every meeting with the Girls, when some gal in the crowd got a little too flirty — he’d never had an issue taking himself in his pincers and rubbing one out. But this… this wasn’t enough and he was damn tired.

Every cell in your body was begging you to keep staring at the way he handled himself, alternating between stroking the thick shaft, and doing quick, smaller thrusts to stimulate the ruby tip. Jimmy groaned into the vinyl floor of your trailer as he decorated it with strings of white.

Did he just cum…?

Underneath your skirt, your cunt fluttered with a bloom of heat.

Although it had been difficult to walk away, you somehow managed and stopped just short of your kitchen counter, which had been converted into a short shelf. All of your tonics, amulets and tools of your craft were neatly arranged there. Were. They were…. Previously. The empty space in your cabinet was suddenly very apparent.

Suddenly noticing that you had left — or maybe he smelled that you had left, Jimmy’s lids peeled away from each other. He turned his head just enough to stare up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. The curve of your ass underneath your skirt made his dick twitch upwards, reaching for relief. With his cheek smashed against the vinyl flooring, Jimmy’s words were distorted behind you. “Aaah— you’re sucha’…. dream Dolly, you know that?”

You closed your eyes, kicking your foot to the side. It collided with something, with an unmistakable tink! just like you’d predicted it would. Sucking in another deep breath, you dropped your gaze to your feet. A very empty amber bottle had been tossed haphazardly to the floor.

You heard him shuffling to his feet behind you, catching himself on whatever surface was near enough for him to grip. Through ragged pants, he continued. “I’ve always thought that — ever since you got here, the very first day…. Laid eyes on you and thought ‘Hot damn! We’ve got a sex-pot headlining.’ Youkn—”

“Jimmy…?” you asked, warningly. Planting both of your hands firmly on the counter, you pacified your mind, lassoing it in from the field of panic-stricken thoughts. “Tell me you didn’t drink this whole thing….”

Instead of dispelling your fears, a broad chest pressed against your back and two arms wound themselves around the front of your hips. Jimmy’s body felt like a furnace against yours, and the sudden pressure between your ass cheeks had you clawing the laminate countertop like a feral animal.

He’s still hard as a rock…

He was sweaty and smelled like sun and liquor; a smell that you’d become very attracted to in the few weeks you’d been here. Every time he passed by, you’d inhale, filling your lungs with it. He kissed the nape of your neck like he’d just got home from work, missing you all day.

“How many times have you orgasmed?” You didn’t want to know the answer.

“Mmm, only uh’ couple times…. I’m sss-sorry baby…” he slurred, pressing his face into your hair, loudly inhaling the scent of it. His voice was barely a whisper, but it was so close to your ear, it sent shivers down your spine. “You aren’t mad at me, are ya?”

His little mistake wasn’t about having too much of his Mama’s hooch in that little flask she carried around. Well, maybe that too… You’d got those potions from a lady in New Orleans in 1946 and she’d warned you about the dosage… “a silver teaspoon, nothin’ more, you understand?” She said it came straight from Marie Laveau and wasn’t to be trifled with. Jimmy Darling had consumed a whole bottle and now, his swollen cock was dribbling into the cotton fabric of your skirt.

“No,” you breathed shakily, reaching up to press your middle finger to the bridge of your nose. “I’m not… but you’re in for a real storm, Jimmy Darling. It’s — was— love potion, you know that?”

“Love potion, huh? Didn’t think that was real.” He questioned lazily how to fix it, more interested in his hands sliding up your stomach, manoeuvring until they’d found skin.

“You have to do what you were put on Earth to do. That basic instinct — and I sure I wish I could tell you once would be enough. But Jimmy,” you paused, inhaling sharply. “The dose for a man of your size is a teaspoon.”

“A man of my size…” Woozy chuckles vibrated your shoulders. “Seems like you’re the gal to see — you know an awful lot about it.”

Frustrated, you cocked your hip to the side, doing your best to sort out the thoughts. You knew the only solution was to fuck it out of his system, but you hadn’t really thought you’d be ending your night with him. Jimmy let out a loud moan, bucking his hips further in between your legs. You felt the heat of it, searing through the thin fabric. He bucked again and rolled his forehead along your shoulders, whining.

“Hooo…. you can’t move like that, baby. I’ll flip.”

You whimpered his name as you lifted your eyes to the ceiling, cursing whatever deities were looking down on you, waiting on bated breath for your next move. You’d waited a long time for something like this. So long in fact, that you had almost turned to waving your enchanting fingers in front of his face, like one of the ticket-holders, hypnotising him to look at you for longer than a few minutes. Instead, his mercurial alcoholism had planted him right in front of you. Well, behind you.

With his hips still rutting into you, grinding incessantly, he murmured into your ear: “I’m sorry I’m actin’ this way… but you haveta’ help me, baby…. Help me, please… I’m gonna’ lose my mind if I do—“

“I know, Jimmy.”

As you walked your legs out to the sides, you hoisted the back of your skirt above your ass. Watching intently, he backed his hips up allowing you room to reach between your legs and search for him. Your fingertips grazed the base, just above his balls. With a final prayer that Jimmy Darling wouldn’t forget about you as soon as the potion had run its course in his body, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, already slick with a generous coating of pre-cum, and guided him in between your thighs.

Jimmy’s hands were suddenly at your hips, taking fistfuls of your skirt and shoving it up towards the small of your back. With a grunt, he wound one of his claws around the hem of your satin underwear, wiggling it down from one side. He thrust his hips forward and the hot tip slipped past your entrance, grinding into your clit from the underside.

Jimmy’s low, honey voice was reduced to high pitched whimpers and broken whines. Your insides pulsed with a hungry need…

“Hoh-god…”

“No,” you spat. “This isn’t right, not like this. Jimmy, I really —“

He didn’t let you finish. Conjoined fingers gripped your biceps hard, spinning you around so fast, the intent was blurry. For a minute, his face was contorted, frustrated and the way his chest heaved wound a nervous coil in your stomach.

Instead of striking you, or whatever you thought he was going to do, Jimmy crushed his lips against you, desperate for any sort of erotic contact. His hands found their way to your breasts, cupping them, while his thumb flicked at your nipples over the fabric. “I gotta’ have you, honey…”

You pursed your lips, tightening them into a thin line. In one fluid, frustrated motion, you pulled your shirt over your head. You unclasped your bra, holding his gaze and barked: “Then, take me.”

He forced his tongue into your mouth. You remembered the time you’d bit into a honeycomb as a child. As sweet as you thought it would be, and as sweet as it was, there was something very overwhelming about it. There was a word for it — cloying. As he explored your mouth, Jimmy tasted bitter, and cloyingly sweet… and god, was he drooling? There was so much spit that you had to swallow a mouthful just to avoid choking. His tongue wrestled with yours, teeth biting at your lips until they were red and swollen.

Your lids snapped open and you felt your pupils dilate. A warm, sweet heat rose from the base of your throat, filling your mouth. There were hints of honey, and spices, and underneath a very bitter fruitiness.

Oh… oh no.

He didn’t know what was going on inside of you, but he revelled in the way you started moaning and whimpering into his mouth, grinding your cunt against his groin. Jimmy’s hands dropped to grip the soft, pillowy flesh of your hips, his thumb pressing into the softness. “Fuck baby, your body… you can’t see these hips under that skirt you wear all the time.”

“This ain’t enough,” he cooed, pushing you towards your small sofa-bed with kisses. “I need to fill you up, Y/N….”

You were more than willing to let him guide you to the bed; though you knew the majority of your disposition was due to you already having a big, silly crush on him. Jimmy lowered himself down, one knee at a time, keeping his eyes locked on the table laid in front of him.

Hastily, Jimmy pulled your skirt to the floor, kicking it behind him. He made quick work of your underwear too — though those didn’t join the pile of clothes. He lifted those, the satin fabric dangling from one of his thickened fingers, swaying back and forth. You did your best to avoid looking at the wet spot you’d left in the crotch of them, though Jimmy seemed to have locked onto that and only that.

“Pink, huh?”

You chewed your bottom lip bashfully. “I’m not all crystal balls and veils, Jimmy…”

At those words, his eyes flashed to your cunt, pupils dilating. He chucked your underwear over his shoulder, refocusing his attention onto you. Jimmy spread your pussy with his knuckles, exposing the pink, glistening flesh. His laboured breaths slowed as he focused, watching every clench and twitch. “Baby, baby, baby….”

He was just staring at it. Your cunt ached as he teased it with feather-light touches.

“Can I?”

You moaned, asking for clarification. Not that you needed it — he could do whatever he wanted to you and he wouldn’t hear a peep of protest from you. You were a mess, like butter in his claws.

“Can I eat it, baby? I’m hungry… I’m a growin’ boy…”

It took a lot of effort to lift your head to look at him. You were swimmy; everything felt rose-tinted.

“Yeah,” you nodded, wetting your throat. “Yeah, Jimmy, but I think if you grow any more… we’ll have a problem.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, pausing to look at himself. It was true; his cock had never been this hard, and the tip was such a deep red that it was heading to plum.

With one segment buried deep inside your slick cunt and the other curled back towards his palm, Jimmy leaned in. His plush lips pressed tenderly against her, tongue slipping out to taste her in between kisses. You strained against his grip, writhing like a worm on a hook.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, finally pulling away from her. His chin was glistening — you almost wanted to apologise for the mess you’d made. He didn't seem to mind though, as he reached up, wiping at his chin with his hand. The way his thick, fleshy segments looked coated in your wetness, the way they caught the dull, yellow lighting of your trailer — it was enough to make you cum right then and there. You collapsed back on the bed in a mess of whimpers and Jimmy took that opportunity to dive back in.

He caved his tongue to envelop your clit, the vibrations of his moans sending a shockwave through your core. Before he started pumping his fingers in and out, Jimmy Darling did something that could’ve sent you into another dimension; he just sucked at your clit, flicking his tongue over the most sensitive spot he could.

He slurped at your cunt like an ice cream cone, one that was melting faster than he could catch — but he did a damn good job of getting every drop. He was loud and sloppy. He’s so hungry for it…

Your body trembled violently as you came, grinding against his mouth as long as you could before he backed up, dipping his head further in between your legs so he could feel the clench of your orgasm around his tongue.

He straightened up with a satisfied ‘Mmm’, jerking his head to the side with a smile. “Sweet as candy, baby…”

Crossing his arms over his torso, Jimmy pulled his white undershirt up and over his shoulders before tossing it behind him. Ribbons of sweat streamed down the tanned skin, leaving glittering lines across his chest.

“Jimmy,” you whined. “Hand me the other bottle.”

He obeyed, reaching behind him for it. His big hand closed around the cool, brown glass, and brought the cork to his mouth. His teeth clamped down and yanked it free. A small whiff of the potion inside made his eyes roll back, but he quickly regained control, looking down at you with a devilish little smirk. He knew exactly what you’d planned to do. He took one generous gulp, swallowed, and said:

“Open up, toots.”

You obeyed, and Jimmy Darling poured the love potion — too, too much of it down your throat. You coughed, sputtering some of it onto the pillow of your bottom lip, and he lapped it up.

The devil worked fast, but hoodoo potions worked faster.

Sweat beaded up from every pore, coating your body in an aroused sheen. You’d felt like you’d been sunbathing all afternoon, with no lake or pool in sight. You felt like your cunt was on fire. It had a heartbeat as strong as the one encased in your ribs. You had one thing on your mind — and that thing was stroking himself as he watched the change in you.

“Ohhhh, shit….” He took a deep breath, inhaling the pheromones that had abruptly filled the tiny space. You smelled them too, and the adrenaline dump made your muscles quiver. Jimmy’s dark brown eyes were wild as they locked onto your eyes, his cheeks flushed red. “Oh, now we’re cookin’.”

You jerked forward. You needed him, you needed every bit of him and the idea of teasing him drove you wild. You raked your nails along his heated stomach, tracing a line of hair the colour of brown sugar, following it down to a bush of the same shade. With your bottom lip swelling between your teeth, you planted both hands on his torso and dropped your head between your shoulders to tease him with your breath. You exhaled over the reddened tip, watching in delight as it twitched closer to you. Your lips ghosted over it, suctioning around just the tip. You swallowed, and opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue flop onto the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck…FUCK!”

Jimmy came undone, clenching his teeth as he bucked his hips against your mouth. Up and down, your head bobbed, stroking his cock with your mouth. Your cheeks caved as you hungrily swallowed the ropes of cum that hit the back of your throat.

That didn’t last long. With a strong hand, he guided you back, pushing you back onto the bed. You felt the mattress shift to Jimmy’s weight as he climbed behind you.

“C’mere, baby… lay this way.”

He guided you into a horizontal positioning, curling his body behind yours. His chest pressed against your back, warm and slick with sweat. His soft lips scattered kisses along the nape of your neck, down your shoulder.

Jimmy gripped your leg at the thigh, holding it straight. His cock was rock hard, and a thick, clear glob of pre-cum welled from the slit on his head as he lined up to your swollen, aching pussy. Your jaws ache at the sight of it, wanting to smear it over your lips like a gloss.

“You wanna’….” He inhaled a shaky breath. “You wanna’ feel the motion of the ocean, baby?”

You squeaked out a ‘yeah’. After nuzzling his nose behind your ear, The Lobster Boy jerked his hips so hard that the stretch of your cunt had you wincing and grinding your teeth together. But god, that feels so good… He sunk in, bottoming out almost right away — but the rhythm that boy had…. He was fast. He was fast, and he whined every time your cunt had swallowed half, shuddering the rest of it in. Every few thrusts, Jimmy would bunny-hump you with his cock deep inside, revelling in the way your cunt hugged his girth — squeezed it, even.

You, on the other hand, were feeling like your body was going to burst into flames at any moment. Your pussy had hardly had any time to recover, but you screamed out another orgasm, pulsating around The Lobster Boy.

He pulled out quickly, his ink-pool eyes glittering with a new position. With his dick secured in his hand, Jimmy got to his feet, stepping carefully off onto the floor. He let go to snatch you at the waist and wrench you harshly to the edge of the bed.

“Go, Jimmy…”

He pulled you forward slowly, dipping his chin to his chest to watch as your walls clenched around him. Your pussy was blush-red and swollen; a visual he’d treasure for the rest of his life. Once the tip of his head stretched past your entrance, Jimmy yanked your hips back against his. Hard. The sound your cheeks made when they slapped against his stomach drove him wild, and whatever apprehensions he had about hurting you went out the window.

Through unhesitating thrusts, he asked: “Doesit’ feel good, baby?”

You could only nod, seeing the ceiling of your trailer vibrate each time your bodies connected. The trailer has to be moving — he’s shaking the trailer, oh god.

“Say my name again.”

“Ji-Jimmy… oh my god, Jimmy!”

You were two orgasms in, and he was pounding a third out of you. The muscles in your legs were quivering, and losing strength quickly. Your vision was overexposed and twinkly, tears stained your cheeks.

“Jimmy - wait - wait, it’s too—“

You whimpered desperately, your fingers dropping away from your overstimulated clit. Jimmy straightened up, one hand moved to your shoulder, leaving the other still clamped on your hip. Your shrill screams were loud enough to break the barrier of your trailer, but when he tightened his grip on your shoulder to use it as leverage, you didn’t care.

He was fucking you deeper and harder than you’d ever been fucked, and maybe than he’d ever fucked. Blinded by ecstasy, he couldn’t hear a word. Every carnal instinct he had kicked into full-drive, galloping towards the finish line of pumping you full of his seed.

You turned your head, screaming into the mattress as your pussy shuddered one final time, leaking the wettest orgasm you’d ever had onto his cock. She clenched around his tip like a vice, and the sensation drove Jimmy to the edge.

The knot inside Jimmy unravelled all at once. He let out a deafening groan, spilling his pent-up load into you. Gush after gush flowed into you, and you could feel the hot fluid leaking from your cunt, splashing onto your thighs with each determined thrust he gave.

Eventually, his thrusts became spasmodic, shakily slowing to a stop. He collapsed atop you, and reached between your bodies, to tug his softening cock out of you, humming at the sensation.

“Y’know… I really do have the hots for you, baby…. I haven’t slept with a single girl since you waltzed in.”

He exhaled hard. “I gotta’ sleep, doll. I gotta.”

By the time you sat up and slipped your arms into a robe that was draped over a chair, Jimmy was already asleep. The way he curled up on your too-small bed, naked, one hand hanging off the side was easily one of the cutest things you’d seen since drifting to Jupiter. You wouldn’t know until he woke up, but if he was telling the truth…. You’d spend every last day worshipping the ground he walked on.

A delicate rapping pulled your attention from Jimmy, who had already started breathing deep in his sleep. Delicately, you pulled a blanket of yours over his bottom half, not wanting whoever was at the door to see him in all his glory.

You made your way to the door in no particular hurry, still floating Cloud Nine. Eventually, you toed open the door and leaned sleepily against the doorframe. The robe barely covered your chest, but at the sight of the visitor, all worries left.

“Have you seen Jimmy?” Maggie asked, her tone of perpetual annoyance making you smile. “I needed t—

“I have,” you cooed. “I sure have.”

Like the nosy bitch you knew she was, she poked her head in. It didn’t take her long to find him, and hear his soft snoring.

“Oh, drop dead twice,” she muttered, retreating.

You stopped, an amused smirk twisting your lips. So, she had wanted him. Clocked that one. “What, and look like you?”

Her wide eyes narrowed into slits, lips pursed indignantly. With a toss of her dirty blonde hair, she marched off towards the tent, fists clenched at your sides.

You might’ve felt bad for the poor wretch if Jimmy Darling’s cum wasn’t dripping down your thigh. Might’ve.

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