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Neil Josten & Seth Gordon - Mirror Image?
EC, Nora Sakavic// Blue Iris, Mary Oliver// The Moon in the Well, Sylwia GĂłrak// Blessing, Mia Bergeron// The Illusion Of Calm, Derek Hare//Hydrangeas, Susan Ashworth// moony moonless skyâs âi am an observer, but not by choiceâ, fatima aamer bilal//The Foxhole Court//Sunlight Breaking Through, Christopher Osborne// The Sirens, John Langstaff// Sydney Mortimer Laurence// âi am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.â fatima aamer bilal
#Can't articulate exactly my thoughts#It's like... They're reflections... but parts of them... reversed?#Neil and his mother running away from his dad; seth's dad leaving him and his mother?#One of the first foxes versus the newest?#killed versus survived?#Same draft vibes?#seth gordon#neil josten#aftg#web weaving#âSeth was glaring at them like he could kill them with willpower alone.â#âHe (NEIL) kept the vicious twist of his mouth off his face through sheer willpower alone.â#AM I CRAZY#đˇ#đ¸
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*sobbing*
(Durge spoilers)
So I recruited Karlach, and then Alfira showed up to my camp that night.
Wake up in the morning and my character has brutally killed her.
The squad was still like âweâre mad at you. But I guess it could be the tadpoleâ even when I tried my best to say âitâs not the tadpole, guys! I have a legit diseaseâ. Zeb is getting reverse meow-meowed against his will
And Wyll remains hornless. I'm thinking Mizora peeked out of the ground all ready to curse him, saw Zeb stabbing and went 'fuck this, I'm outta here'
#getting reverse meow meowed#when you accidentally buy your crush one more curse-free day bc you terrified the hell out of his patron and she decided to come tomorrow#like that vine of that kid hitting the elmo with a stick#durge spoilers#bg3 spoilers#dark urge#bg3#baldurs gate 3#dark urge spoilers#zebulon#tavulon#I reloaded bc I hadnât done her mission yet and I wanted to#owwww#everyone: DONâT FUCKING DO IT AGAIN#Well I didnât want to this time! Godly willpower canât work 100% of the time so we NEED OPTIONS#Astarion: Iâm not judging you. Not like I care about your feelings tho#astarion hasnât even vamped me yet#the absolute lack of self-preservation heâd need to try it now
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oh itâs starting now cool
#the reverse seasonal depression#I feel it creeping up on meâŚ. đ¤˘#thinking about just deleting all social media that has my irlâs until September#but will I have the willpowerâŚ.#diary of lord edge
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Just somehow had my arse beaten by Minotaur and Sacred for the first time since I made the post above! Feeling very humbled. This does not usually happen </3
When youâre fighting Minotaur and Sacred and all of your party is dead apart from Squall who is on 56HP and you see âmad cow specialâ
#ab.txt#ahhh I can time reversing. it's like I'm regressing into a version of myself that didn't know how to junction#this replay in particular is really bringing back all of the feelings I had the first time I ever played ffviii it's amazing#probably because every other playthrough I go quite slowly and leave off 3/4 through disc 1#but this time I actually have the willpower to properly replay the game#it's nice remembering in full detail why I love this game so much#and that includes having embarrassing boss defeats I suppose#*feel time reversing sorry everyone my brain is degrading lately
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GOOD COP, BAD COP!
ĘÉ summary: you get arrested and are determined not to reveal a single piece of information about your associates. that is, until the two officers interrogating you start employing... unique tactics to get you to talk.
warnings: fem!reader x choso kamo & toji fushiguro, police officer!au, fingering, oral (f receiving), spitting, praise kink, voyeurism, leg humping, power play, 18+ minors dni.
wc: 7.0k
it was a simple job â or atleast, it was supposed to be.
it began with the same simple plan as any other low stakes bank heist.
get in, get the money, get out.
but unfortunately, this time, someone in your little group decided to snitch - alerting the authorities of the exact location and time of the job before it even began.
so while you were in the middle of stuffing wad after wad of cash into a duffle bag, the last thing you were expecting was for a bunch of police officers to come barging into the bank, guns raised and badges being waved.
well shit.
silently cursing whichever person from your group that informed them, you made a break for it, darting towards the back entrance with the duffle bag clumsily slung across your shoulder.
but you didn't make it far.
the rest of your group managed to escape the bank in time, piling into the awaiting getaway car, but of course, you had to get stopped by a large hand wrapping around your wrist. you desperately tried to tug it free, but their grip was firm; almost frighteningly so.
"shit. guys, wait forâ!" you attempted to yell, but the sound of the engine revving as the car dashed away interrupted the sentence, almost as if it was mocking you.
"looks like your little friends left you behind, doll." a low voice you assume belongs to the hand around your wrist rumbles from behind you, the amusement in his tone clearly at your expense.
"fuck you." you spit out, still stubbornly trying to tug your arm from his iron grip even though it's abundantly clear that it's a fruitless endeavour.
"ah ah," the voice chides, yanking a pair of handcuffs from his pocket with his other hand and effortlessly clicking them in place over your wrist, then doing the same with the other, despite your relentless struggling. "an attitude like that won't get you anywhere now."
with your movements now severely restricted by the harsh metal of the cuffs, you have no choice but to comply as the police officer manhandles you, roughly spinning you around until you come face to face with him.
unsurprisingly, the man's cocky expression fits his voice. his lips, which have a noticeable scar running down the side, are pulled up into a smug smirk as he looks down at you, and some messy strands of black hair are falling into his eyes.
"got nothin' else to say?" he snorts, his smirk only widening when he notices the way your features contort into a scowl â clearly fighting the urge to snap back at him again. "yeah, that's what i thought."
it takes every ounce of willpower you have not to list off every single curse word you know as the officer practically drags you through the bank, carelessly shoving you into the back of his squad car.
so much for a simple job.
so that's how you manage to find yourself slumped against an uncomfortable plastic chair in an interrogation room at the local police station, handcuffed to a desk.
it feels like it's been hours since the arrest, but there's no way of telling how much time has actually passed in this frustratingly empty room since there isn't even a clock to decorate the plain white walls.
when you'd first been left in here, you'd been angry.
angry at whichever member of your group decided to snitch on the operation, angry at your accomplices for leaving you there in the bank (although you probably would've done the same if the roles were reversed) and angry at the irritatingly smug officer who arrested you.
but eventually, that anger started to slowly but surely fade away âinstead replaced by an overwhelmingly painful sense of boredom as you sat here with nothing to do.
you resorted to counting the tiles on the ceiling above you in a last ditch attempt at keeping yourself atleast somewhat amused. what number were you up to again? oh, right. eighty two... eighty threeâ
"hey, hey! s-sorry i'm so late." a voice hurriedly announces as the person it belongs to clumsily stumbles into the room, rambling about something to do with a coffee machine malfunction as he slides into the seat opposite yours.
slowly casting your eyes down from the ceiling to take in the police officer now sat in front of you, you're relieved to realize that it's not the same one from earlier. no - the difference between them is almost comical.
this one has dark tresses of hair pulled up into two messy pigtails, a small tattoo inked across the bridge of his nose, and his pale hands are shaking on the table where they rest. he seems nervous â almost as if he's the one about to be interrogated and not you.
"u-uh, yeah, as i was saying..." the man continues after a few moments of squirming under your gaze, pushing a mug across the table. "i thought i'd get you some coffee to help you feel more at ease. but the settings on that pesky machine are so complicated! i-i'm new here, by the way."
"i gathered." you murmur with a small, bemused smile pulling at your lips in spite of the situation you find yourself in. you then glance down at the mug, raising an eyebrow â it's not like you can pick it up and bring it to your mouth with your hands cuffed to the desk.
"o-oh, shit. i didn't think of that," the officer curses under his breath, grasping the mug in two trembling hands and thrusting it towards you. the movement jostles the liquid slightly, causing some of it to drip onto the table. "here."
you lean forward to reach the outstretched mug, taking a small sip of the warm liquid and resisting the urge to wince at the overwhelmingly bitter taste; this guy really wasn't joking about not being able to use he coffee machine properly.
"thanks." you push out with a somewhat strained smile, not wanting to appear ungrateful for the kind gesture. he nods quickly, seemingly pleased by your manners, placing the mug back down on the desk and pulling some files from his bag.
"so..." he begins, fanning the various folders across the desk and squinting down at them, as if trying to make sense of what's in front of him. "oh, wait! i forgot to introduce myself. i'm officer kamo â but you can call me choso, i-if you want, that is."
"right. well, it's nice to meet you, choso." you respond carefully, silently observing the way the apples of his cheeks flush a subtle shade of pink at the sound of his name leaving your lips. interesting.
"y-you too, um..." choso stammers awkwardly, glancing down and reading your name aloud from one of the files. "so, it says here you were the only suspect apprehended from the group who attempted to rob a local bank earlier today. is that correct?"
"it is." you mutter, pushing at the bed of one of your nails as some of the anger from earlier surfaces again. why did it have to be you who got caught? you should be at home rolling around in a heap of cash right about now, not sitting in a sterile interrogation room answering questions.
"i see," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck in a clear sign of discomfort as he takes note of the sudden defensiveness in your demeanour. "well, um, i was just wonderingâ i mean, i have to ask you... is there any information you can give us regarding your accomplices?"
your head snaps up at this, a flicker of uncertainty alighting in your chest. obviously, you were anticipating this question - but hearing it said out loud is an entirely different feeling.
the small part of you that still burns with anger wants to spill everything, get your fellow group members roped into the same predicament as you as payback for them abandoning you at the bank. but the other, more rational part of you, knows that nothing good can come of snitching on them. it would only serve to get you in even more trouble; just not with the law.
"no. i'm sorry, but i don't have anything to tell you." you lie through your teeth, toying with the edge of the metal handcuffs where they're digging into your wrist.
"a-are you sure about that?" choso prompts, seeming slightly unconvinced. he's trying to catch your eye, tilting his head towards you. "names, addresses, vehicle numberplates... anything?"
you subtly clench your jaw, shaking your head from side to side. as strong as the urge is to supply him with the information he wants, deep down you know it would only make things worse for you in the long run.
choso huffs out a small breath of air, fidgeting in his seat as he tries to remember his interrogation training. he may be new to this â but he's not oblivious. he can tell you're not being truthful, and although he understands the reasons behind that, he needs this intel if he wants to hand over a satisfactory report to his boss at the end of the day.
"if you're worried about the consequences of confessing, we can always put you into witness protection." he tries, his voice soft and earnest. it's clear he's not putting on an act, he does mean what he says. but that does nothing to change your mind.
"i don't have anything to tell you." you repeat without hesitation, your blank expression betraying nothing of your inner turmoil. you have to keep silently reminding yourself â it's not worth the risk to snitch.
"alright." choso sighs in response, wringing his hands atop the table as he seemingly tries to think of another approach to get you to talk. he has a feeling none of the other methods from his basic training are going to work with you. "um... how about i offer you something in return for your cooperation?"
"like what?" you mutter cautiously, fully intending on rejecting whatever it is he has to suggest.
"well, let's see," he hums thoughtfully, glancing back down at the files before returning his gaze to you. "how about a shorter sentence? i think we can do that."
this makes you pause â if only for a moment. a shorter sentence does sound tempting, but you can't let the idea weaken your resolve. after all, once you got out, there would be hell to pay for snitching. "less jail time isn't going to change the fact that i don't have anything to tell you."
choso's shoulders visibly sag with disappointment at your continued refusal to give up any information; he really thought that suggestion would have swayed you. "o-okay. so how about something else then?"
now that catches your curiosity.
because what else could he possibly offer you aside from a reduced sentence? that was usually the absolute best bargaining chip police officers were allowed to utilize in interrogations â you'd seen enough tv shows to know that.
he perks up when he notices the subtle signs of increased interest in your demeanour, leaning forward in his seat with clear eagerness. "okay! you're curious, that's good. s-so... what i'm suggesting is... um..."
you raise an eyebrow at his sudden hesitation, noting the way his eyes dart away from yours and his already pinkened cheeks flush further. "what you're suggesting is...?" you prompt.
"that... um... iâ" choso tries again, anxiously digging his nails into his palm. he can't believe he's actually going to say something like this out loud, but he needs to get this information if he wants to make good progress at his new job. "i s-service you."
what?
you have to hold back a choked sound somewhere between a snort and a gasp at his words, your eyebrows raising so high they almost disappear above your hairline.
hearing this timid-looking, blushing rookie police officer say something so... suggestive was definitely not the way you expected this interrogation to go.
it was like the start of some cheap porno.
"are you serious?" is all you can manage to mutter, leaning forward in your seat slightly to get a better look at his expression, searching for any signs that he's just playing with you; maybe trying to get you to lower your guard so that you're more likely to spill intel.
"...yes," comes choso's meek reply, his voice so soft and quiet it's hardly audible, despite the lack of any other sounds in the room. he looks like he's about to die of embarrassment, his flush spreading down his neck and disappearing below the neckline of his uniform.
"i don't see how that's supposed to get me to supply you with information that i don't have." you huff bluntly, keeping up the act as best you can; but you can't deny there's a small part of you that's curious as to what he would actually do if you were to agree to the proposition.
he finally meets your gaze again at this, the look in his eyes telling you point-blank that he knows you're holding back the truth from him. and he knows that you know he knows.
it's a stalemate.
"h-how about..." he mumbles after a long stretch of silence, rolling a dark strand of his hair between his fingers nervously. "how about i just try something? you don't have to agree to anything yet. i-i just want to try."
again, choso manages to capture your curiosity.
he's now basically offering to please you for nothing in return â although he's obviously hoping he'll be able to get some information out of you eventually, maybe during or after this 'service'.
you wish you could say you weren't tempted by his offer. but as a criminal, most of the people you associate with are disgusting lowlifes who you wouldn't even dream of letting in your bed.
needless to say, it's been a long while since another person brought you pleasure.
"so if, hypothetically, i was to say yes, i wouldn't have to actually agree to anything yet?" you repeat cautiously, your demeanour still guarded. you can't afford to let him get the upper hand here, no matter what happens.
"y-yes," choso nods in response, seeming slightly pleased by the fact you haven't outright rejected his suggestion or threatened to report him to one of his superiors. "hypothetically." he adds, for good measure.
another few moments of silence pass where you mentally weigh up your options. you come to the conclusion that it couldn't hurt to go along with his little proposition for now, as long as you make sure you keep your guard up throughout. right?
"okay." you hum, leaning back in your chair and observing the police officer before you. he seems to be trying to hold back his excitement at having won you over, but then you can see the exact moment it dawns on him what it is he's actually signed himself up for.
choso swallows thickly, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he stands up from his chair, legs visibly trembling in his dark uniform trousers as he awkwardly shuffles closer to your side of the desk.
you open your mouth to speak, but whatever you were about to say instantly leaves your mind when he sinks to his knees before you, effortlessly moving your chair to the side so that he's positioned directly between your legs.
"i know you said that you're new and all," you mutter with slight amusement as you watch him look up at you with those wide eyes from where he's knelt on the floor. "but i'm pretty sure most police officers don't do this for suspects."
"i-i know that," he huffs sheepishly in response, the tips of his ears reddening to match the shade of his face. "but i couldn't think of any other ways to get you to talk."
"who said i'm going to talk?" you murmur, enjoying the way his bottom lip juts out into a little involuntary pout in response to your words. "i didn't actually agree to say anything, remember?"
choso doesn't reply this time, seeming to have come to terms with the fact that he can't convince you with his words alone; this situation clearly requires him to use his actions.
the problem is, he's never actually performed said actions on a woman before. sure, he's watched his fair share of porn â but he knows that doesn't compare to the real thing.
he's just going to have to wing it.
he brings a shaky hand up to one of your legs, slowly trailing his fingers up the skin there. it's soft to the touch; much softer than he expected. he had this stereotypical notion imbedded in his head that a criminal's skin would be rough and hardened - but not yours, clearly.
choso can feel your eyes on him the entire time his digits travel up the length of your leg, can tell that you're curious about exactly what he's going to do as his so-called service to you.
he couldn't tell you even if you asked â he's just going to make it up as he goes along and hope he does atleast something right that might get you to spill some information while you're lost in the throes of pleasure.
eventually, his fingers reach the hem of your skirt, and he pauses for a moment to look up at you, as if asking for silent permission. you nod with a small jerk of your head, so he steels himself before continuing.
he lifts up the material of your skirt slightly, taking a quick peek underneath to see what he was to work with. and oh, he almost forgets that he's supposed to be the one holding the power in this situation when he catches a glimpse of your covered cunt.
your panties aren't anything special â since you obviously weren't expecting to end up in this position today. but choso couldn't care less, his closed mouth filling up with salvia as he stares at the small wet patch forming on the front of the fabric.
you can't help but huff out a small laugh, the sound halfway between bemusement and slight embarrassment as the police officer before you just kneels and stares between your legs, the silence in the room so thick you could hear a pin drop.
"trying to make me uncomfortable by staring isn't going to make me tell you anything, you know." you mutter with eyes narrowed in suspicion, causing his head to dart up in surprise.
"w-what? oh... um, sorry. i didn't mean to stare." he rasps hurriedly, forcibly shaking himself out of his daze. he knows you're right; he's not going to get anywhere by just kneeling here completely motionless like a statue.
he needs to get to work.
choso starts by brushing a gentle, barely-there kiss against your inner thigh, his lips soft as they press against your skin. it feels a little too intimate for what is supposed to be an interrogation tactic, but right now, he can't bring himself to care.
you feel a small shiver ripple down your spine as he leaves a trail of sweet kisses up to the apex of your thighs, his head disappearing underneath your skirt with just the tips of his dark pigtails peeking out.
this entire situation is so overwhelmingly surreal â just hours ago you were being arrested, and now you're in an interrogation room with a pretty rookie police officer inches away from making contact your clothed core.
what a strange turn of events.
your sink your teeth into your lower lip once you feel his breath fan across your panties, attempting to hide any sounds that threaten to escape. you have to make sure not to let on how much you're enjoying this - have to make sure you don't lower your guard and accidentally let any information spill.
choso presses a chaste kiss to your covered mound, and it's all you can do to hold back a little gasp at the action. he's just so sickeningly gentle with you; like he's handling his lover and not a criminal under arrest for robbing a bank.
a soft rumble, almost a groan, comes from under your skirt, the sound vibrating against your skin as it leaves his lips. you can't see his face, but if you could, you'd see how drunk he is on you already â just from the miniscule taste of you he's gotten through your panties.
"h-hah," he breathes quietly, mostly to himself, flicking his tongue out gently against the now-dampened fabric to get a better taste. "i never thought a criminal would taste so sweet."
fuck.
those simple words shoot straight down to your cunt, causing a small gush of arousal to trickle out into your underwear. you're sure he can feel it against his tongue, and you wince. it's going to be more difficult than anticipated to keep your composure if he's gonna keep saying things like that.
choso gasps slightly, the sound quickly morphing into a satisfied hum when your syrupy slick seeps through the fabric and onto his awaiting tongue. despite never having done this before, he's sure no one else could possibly hold a candle to how delicious you taste.
he's in trouble.
at this rate, he's going to be the one falling apart first instead of you; he can already feel himself growing hard in his slacks, pushing against the restricting material.
gently pulling your soiled panties to the side, he swipes his tongue through your glistening folds, gathering more of your juices on his tastebuds. he's not sure what else to do to please you, all he knows is that he wants more and more of that sweet sap.
choso is so lost in 'interrogating' you with his mouth, and you're so lost in trying not to forget about the consequences of snitching and just tell him everything you know, that neither of you notice when the door creaks open.
"well, well, well... i assign you to your first solo interrogationâ" an irritatingly familiar voice grunts out, the sound of the door clicking shut sealing him in the room with you. "and where do i find you? with your tongue on the suspect's cunt, kamo."
it's him. the way-too-smug officer with the scar on his lip who arrested you back at the bank, who fastened the handcuffs so tight the harsh metal dug into the skin of your wrists. who simply laughed mockingly at your struggles to break free. him.
choso breaks free from between your legs so fast he probably gets whiplash, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he peeks out from under your skirt. he resembles a deer frozen in headlights.
"oho, don't go stoppin' on my account." the other officer chuckles deeply, sauntering closer and grasping one of choso's messy pigtails. he uses the grip to push him back under your skirt, forcibly pressing his face against your needy flesh.
choso whines, a pathetic, drawn out sound, feeling conflicted. he's unsure if he's supposed to stop or continue; unsure if his boss's words are meant as sarcasm or not. is this some sort of test from his superior? he doesn't want to risk losing his job, not when he worked so hard to get here.
"c-captain fushiguro... i'm sorry. but i-i don't understand." he mumbles shakily, his meek voice vibrating directly against your core.
"tch. thought i told you before to j's call me toji, didn't i?" the smug officer â toji, apparentlyâ huffs in irritation, practically ignoring your presence entirely as he shoves choso's face right into your pulsing heat. "now get back to fuckin' work. that's an order, rookie."
unable to resist the authoritative tone of his voice, choso's tongue peeks back out from between his lips and swipes through your sopping folds again, his mind quickly going pleasantly blank a second time from your sweet saccharine taste.
toji's eyes then meet yours for the first time since he stepped into the interrogation room, seemingly seeing effortlessly past your careful blank expression. he smirks, in the same annoyingly smug way as he had when he arrested you.
he knows that while his subordinate may be trying his best, the small amount of stimulation from the inexperienced man isn't anywhere near enough to properly please you.
and if they want their stubborn little suspect to break, you need to be more than properly pleased.
"y'er not gonna get her to reveal any damn information like that, kid." toji grunts in a mix of amusement and annoyance, tugging choso back by his pigtail and causing him to whimper pathetically. "d'ya even know where her clit is?"
"c-clit?" he repeats timidly, glancing between your pretty pussy and his boss's unimpressed face, as if unsure which to give his full attention.
"yes, clit. jesus, what are they teachin' you youngsters these days?" toji mutters disapprovingly, snaking his free hand underneath your skirt to point directly at your puffy little bud without much trouble. "should be right... there."
you can't stop the sharp gasp that escapes your lips when he pushes down on your sensitive clit like a button, snapping your head to the side to send a sharp glare in his direction.
"aww, look at that," he coos mockingly, removing his finger as quickly as he had placed it there and returning your scowl with his trademark smug grin. "little lady still has 'er attitude, i see."
"fuck you." you hiss out, not appreciating where this is going. the sweet rookie officer servicing you was one thing, but the infuriating one who arrested you joining in? now that's an entirely different situation.
"ah ah, doll," toji hums, waving the finger he just had pressed against your clit in front of your thoroughly irritated face. "'m not here for that, unfortunately. just thought i'd give kamo here a little... helping hand, 's all."
"well i don't want your helping hand." you scoff in response, but despite your desperate struggling against the handcuffs that still have you chained to the desk, you can't do anything to slap his hand away when it returns between your legs.
he ignores your protesting movements completely, angling his face down to glance at choso, who is watching his superior's pudgy finger rubbing teasingly slow circles on your clit with rapt attention, seemingly tuning out the bickering between the two of you.
"y'see now, rookie?
choso nods a little too enthusiastically, and the moment toji removes his finger, his tongue is back on your cunt. but this time, it's circling messily around your little bud, his movements sloppy and uncoordinated.
a small moan escapes your lips unwarranted, and you instantly snap your eyes shut in embarrassment â it's becoming increasingly harder to keep your priorities straight with these two extremely attractive police officers attempting to wreck your resolve.
"yeahhh, she likes that," toji leers mockingly, rubbing his fat thumb against the edge of your thigh just to work you up even further. "dontcha, pretty?"
"shut... up." you push out through clenched teeth, fighting not to lose yourself in the sensations they're providing you with. you have to stay strong. you won't become a snitch.
he only snorts in response, pulling his thumb back and giving you a brief moment of relief before swiftly slapping a hand against your folds, the obscene wet squelching sound echoing throughout the room. "don't tell me what to do, girl."
"t-toji," choso whines, pulling his tongue from your clit and glancing down at your twitching flesh from the slap, which he starts peppering with gentle kisses in an attempt to soften the blow. "that was mean."
"oh, that was mean, was it?" he scoffs, rolling his eyes and giving the other man's pigtail a sharp tug as punishment for his words. "what would've been mean is if i fired your scrawny ass the second i got in here for fraternizing with a suspect. but i didn't, did i?"
"n-no... you didn't." choso murmurs meekly in response, his eyes wide and pleading at the prospect of losing his job. he quickly attaches his mouth back to where toji showed him your clit is, suckling gently in an attempt to please both you and his stern boss.
"now thaaat's more like it," toji croons lowly, his voice rich and gruff as he pats the top of choso's hair like he's a well-trained dog. "good boy."
a quiet mewl spills from his busy mouth in response to the praise, his hips weakly bucking against your leg as he tries desperately not to let himself fall apart without getting the information they need from you first.
toji notices, because of course he does, and he wraps a hand around your chin and forces you to look down at the pathetic display below you. "look at him, pretty. y'got him humping your leg like a damn bitch in heat. pussy must be sweet as candy."
"i-it isâ shit, it is." comes choso's slurred mumble, popping his mouth from your clit with an lewd pop! before delving his tongue back between your sweetened folds. he may be inexperienced, but he's a quick learner.
"'s that right?" he chuckles, tilting his head to the side. he's speaking to his subordinate, but his eyes never leave yours. it makes you shudder involuntarily, his smirk stretching wider when he takes note of your reactions to him. "lemme get a lil' taste for myself then, kid."
choso obediently moves to the side to make room for toji, but when he doesn't join him on his knees, he looks up with an adorably puzzled expression across his features.
his boss moves his hand from the other man's pigtail down to grasp his chin, roughly pulling him up into a bruising kiss before he can even think of uttering a single protest.
choso whimpers helplessly into the kiss, not bothering to fight back at all as toji sucks lewdly on his tongue, stealing your sweetened juices straight from his subordinate's mouth.
he smacks his scarred lips once he pulls back, humming in satisfaction as his eyes return to you. "rookie's right; that's one ripe cunt y'got there. too bad it's wasted on a damn criminal."
his words make a mixture of arousal and annoyance flare up in the pit of your stomach, another small trickle of wetness gushing out of your core to pool on the plastic chair beneath you as you glare up at him.
"you're deluded if you think i'm telling you anything when you talk to me like that." you spit out, the look on your face one of pure disdain, despite your situation.
"oh, dollface," toji chuckles deeply, ignoring the squirming choso beside him and leaning down so his face is level with yours. "you're not gonna tell us just anythin'. you're gonna tell us everything."
before you can scoff right in his face, choso has been shoved back between your legs by his hair yet again, the feeling of his sweet, warm mouth sucking on your clit making your eyes almost cross in your head.
taking your distracted state as an opportunity to rile you up even further, toji shoves a pudgy thumb between your lips, pressing it right to the back of your throat so you can't even think of talking back anymore.
your resolve is hanging by a very, very thin thread.
despite how much you despise toji, you instinctively start to suckle on his thick digit, too blissed out from choso's sloppy ministrations to bother with how shameless you must look right now.
"mhmm, that's a good girl," he coos mockingly, swirling his thumb around inside your mouth. as composed as he seems, the feeling of your warm, soft little lips around his digit is making him extremely hard in his slacks. "knew y'had some obedience in ya somewhere."
choso mewls again when he feels your spongy walls fluttering around his tongue when he slides it inside your needy hole, assuming that must mean you're close to the edge; close to spilling the information they need.
instinctively, he speeds up his movements, fucking you on his tongue in such a lewd yet somehow gentle way as he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you from squirming on the chair.
but suddenly, just when you can feel the coil of an impending orgasm building up in the depths of your stomach, all the stimulation is gone.
toji's thumb leaves your mouth with a wet pop!, and choso gets yanked away from your core with his mouth open and drooling like a dog.
"what the fuck?" you pant out breathlessly, your eyes half-lidded as you glance between them quizzically. choso looks just as confused as you, wriggling against toji's grip on his hair in a fruitless attempt to get back to your sweet pussy.
"what? y'thought we were g'nna let ya cum that easily?" toji chuckles richly, a wide grin stretching across his scarred lips as he easily restrains a rabid choso with one strong hand. "nah, girl. y'gotta tell us what we wanna know first."
shit.
you should've known this would happen. to begin with, you were sure you could manage to keep yourself together if it was just choso servicing you. but now, with your body writhing and desperate for release and it was just toji standing in your way to stop you from getting it?
you were surely about to break.
"what's the matter?" toji croons, his voice dripping with mock concern as he thumbs at your lower lip with his free hand. "lost y'er attitude, pretty?"
you could just stay quiet. refuse to talk â get sent to a jailcell with your panties soiled and your cunt still throbbing with need.
or, you could tell them what they wanted to know. spill the beans on your shitty team members who had abandoned you and were probably rolling around in heaps of cash right now at your hideout without a care in the world. and in return, get your first proper orgasm in a long, long time.
you already know which option you're going to choose.
your voice quiet, you mutter the numberplate of the getaway car your group had used to escape the bank. it's all they need to find your associates; a little tracking using the police system and they can easily decipher the exact location of the vehicle.
toji grins, reaching up to give your head a condescending little pat as a reward while he releases his grip on choso with the other hand, causing his subordinate to dive face first back into your needy pussy.
a shameless moan escapes from deep in your throat, your hips weakly grinding up into choso's face as he feasts on you like it's the last meal of his life. you can feel him smiling happily against you, clearly pleased his method of interrogation worked out in the end, even if he did need his boss's help.
you end up hurling into an overwhelming orgasm when toji spits down onto your cunt, the salvia being swiftly lapped up by choso's eager tongue without a moments hesitation.
your entire body convulses against the plastic chair, the handcuffs digging into your wrists as you writhe and squirm, shameless mewls and cries escaping your lips as you attempt to come down from your high.
you can't even remember the last time you came that hard.
"aww, y'didn't even make 'er squirt, kamo," toji huffs in overexaggerated disappointment, causing the other man's swollen lips to form into a confused little pout. "dontcha think she deserves a proper reward for givin' us the information we were after?"
"squirt? how do i make her do that?"
"tch. damn clueless rookie," he huffs, shoving choso away from between your legs and sinking to his own knees before you. "let me show ya."
suddenly, the consequences of snitching don't seem so important anymore.
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Strange Love
i am so fucking obsessed with this man it ain't even FUNNY. oh btw here's some filth
Ship: Logan Howlett x Mutant!Fem!Reader đŠ¸
Rating: 18+ (i need jesus)
Wordcount: 4.5k
Warnings: smut, foreplay, mentions of PTSD, bloodplay, PnV sex, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, logan's teeth, choking, knifeplay, slight voyeurism if you squint seriously this is so dirty i NEED jesus
Song: Strange Love by Halsey
It wasnât the tossing and turning that woke you. It wasnât the occasional movement of his hands, the pushing into your side, the sheets being tugged off your body. You had grown accustomed to the flinches and twitches. Those things were typical when sharing a bed with someone.Â
It was his breathing. Short, quick, ragged. Like a band of iron was squeezing his chest and restricting his lungs.
Your eyes snapped open and flicked to Logan. He was covered in sweat, beads dripping down his forehead plastered in drenched hair. His teeth were bared, grinding. Sharp canines digging into his bottom lip and splitting the skin before the wounds would seal themselves. Fists clenched in the damp sheets, claws just barely poking out of between his knuckles, fingers squeezing the cotton between them.
Right, a nightmare. He was having a nightmare.
These were a nightly occurrence for him. Loganâs past would dredge itself up in his sleep and torture him for hour upon sleepless hour. Raking his mind through the coals only for him to wake up and not remember a thing.Â
It was risky to wake him like this. Once, Marie had tried to get him to wake up only for Loganâs adamantium claws to end up pierced in her stomach. She was fine, having briefly absorbed Loganâs healing ability and allowed herself to live.
That wasnât a risk you could take. You had a minor amount of healing your body was capable of. Smaller cuts and bruises were your specialty. You could manipulate the rate at which blood flowed and carried the necessary chemicals in order to seal wounds and reverse bruising. Foot-long claws stabbed into your abdomen werenât something you could easily fix.
You cleared your throat, shifting to the side of the bed opposite him, and said, âLogan?â
No response. He continued to breathe heavily, eyes darting back and forth beneath his furrowed brow. You sat up, determined to end this round of nightly torment.Â
âLogan? Hun, wake up,â you said, louder than the previous attempt. A string of incoherent mumbles escaped between his clenched teeth. You sighed and climbed out of bed. Turning to face him and crossing your arms, you braced yourself and yelled, âLogan!â
His hazel eyes flew open as he jolted up, claws shooting out and chest heaving. Silver light glinted off the six razor sharp claws jutting out of his fists. The sheets bunched around his bare waist, his pillow falling off the bed and onto the floor.
âLogan?â you asked, as quiet and calming as possible. Loganâs gaze shifted to you from darting wildly around the room. As soon as his eyes met yours, the claws retreated back beneath his flushed and clammy skin.
He swallowed with difficulty as his mind registered who you were. You could practically see the gears turning beneath his soaked, dark hair.
âLogan? Itâs me,â you said. Logan squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed at his eyelids.
âShit, Iâm sorry, doll. Did I wake you?â he grunted. He leaned back on one arm as he smoothed his hair away from his face. It was hard to prevent your gaze from wandering. A toned, tanned chest peppered in dark chest hair melting into defined abs with a trail of dark hair leading beneath the sheets. It took a lot of willpower to look back at Loganâs face.
âEh, Iâm used to it,â you replied, an easy smile falling across your lips. You kneeled back on the bed and ran a comforting hand along his shoulder. His gaze fell to your hand then met your eyes again.Â
âItâs not the best thing to get used to,â he said. You could feel the muscles in his shoulder tensing under your palm. A frown stretched across his face, âI shouldnât be wakinâ you every night.â
âItâs a sacrifice Iâm willing to make,â you said softly. You lifted your free hand and smoothed out the wrinkles created by his furrowed eyebrows. Logan smacked your hand away as you laughed.
âSeriously. I could hurt you,â he insisted. To emphasize his point, a single claw extended from his right hand, opposite of the side closest to you. He lifted the metal beside his face and said, âWhen I sleep, I ainât in control of these things. I⌠I canât lose you.â
You raised your hand, running your fingertips across Loganâs arm, before taking his fist in yours. He allowed the action, keeping the claw extended. You moved his hand closer to your face.
âWhatâre you doinâ?â he asked, tugging his hand out of yours. The silver claw retracted back between his knuckles. You sighed while climbing into his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs. You grabbed the same hand again.
âDo you trust me?â you asked. Loganâs glare searched for some kind of trick or fear hiding behind your amused expression.
âOf course I do,â he replied, albeit a little apprehensive. You placed a chaste kiss to his middle-finger knuckle.
âThen extend your claw, handsome,â you breathed into his skin.
Loganâs shoulders shuddered, his eyes falling closed as a strained breath floated from his lips. The hand you had stroking along his neck shifted to bury its fingers in his hair. His back arched, his bare chest meeting your sleep shirt.
âVampire-â
âExtend your claw. Iâll prove that youâll never hurt me,â you whispered. Your lips trailed across his knuckles while your fingers tangled in the soft strands at the base of his neck. A quiet groan bounced around inside Loganâs chest.
Slowly, reluctantly, his middle adamantium claw slid out of his fist. Moonlight danced along the sharp edge and gave the claw an almost ethereal glow. You turned Loganâs hand, inspecting the claw at all angles, enjoying the reflections it projected on the walls.
âDo you trust me?â you said, repeating yourself. You needed absolute clarity before continuing. Logan nodded as another shudder worked its way over his chest. You ran your eyes over his expression. His eyes were closed, tense, his lips parted slightly. The hand you had in his hair rested on his jaw, fingers buried in his short beard, thumb tracing his bottom lip, âYes or no, Logan.â
âYes. Yes, doll, I do,â he replied.
With the affirmation you needed, you shifted your focus back to the threatening claw in front of you. You considered it for a moment. The length, the width, the sharp edge. Squaring your shoulders and steeling your nerves, you brought his hand closer to your face as you parted your lips.Â
You ran the blade along the center of your tongue. The bite of cold metal pierced your flesh and stung as it slid along the muscle. You felt blood pool in your mouth, leaking out of the corners of your lips and down your chin.
Loganâs eyes popped open when the scent of your blood filled his nose. He yanked his fist away as his claw disappeared. Both of his palms clung to the sides of your face. You kept your mouth open, smiling, cradling the pooling blood on your tongue.
âWhat the shit? The hellâs wrong with you, vampire?â Logan exclaimed. Your smile held steady as his expression grew frantic. You watched Loganâs face closely as you enacted your plan.Â
Your blood began to float out of your mouth in small beads, tiny planets chasing each other, flying from your tongue and into the air around you, forming a ring circling your head. Once youâd cleared most of the blood, you focused on closing the wound. You felt the flesh knit itself back together inch by inch, wound stitching itself closed. When the last bit of leaking blood had exited your mouth, your tongue fully healed, you closed your smile and let the droplets orbit your head.
âYou wonât hurt me, Logan. No more than others have in the past,â you said. Loganâs expression remained unchanged, still eyeing you like you were fucking insane, hands clutched to both sides of your face. You stuck your tongue out again. âSee? No harm done.â
âYou⌠You can heal?â he asked. His thumb glided across your face to run along your bottom lip. You let your mouth fall open so he could see the absence of blood. He scoffed, âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âItâs not nearly as strong as yours. I can heal surface level stuff on anyone, not just me. Blood manipulation and all,â you explained. A fond smile remained settled across your face. You willed the blood floating around you to soar through the air in a stream, like crimson ribbons braiding and weaving into each other, before directing it into an empty glass on the nightstand.
Logan looked like you had told him the wildest theory about the moon landing imaginable. Eyebrows raised to his widowâs peak, nose scrunched, lips parted, eyes wide. It would have been amusing, laughable even, if it wasnât such a tense moment.
Without warning his mouth was on yours, fingers tangled in your hair, arms shoving your chest against his. His hips rocked up against yours and you felt just how hard this conversation had made him. You gasped into his mouth when he tugged at the base of your neck.
âAll this time,â he murmured. One of his hands left your hair and tugged up the hem of your t-shirt. His teeth trailed from your lips, to your jaw, to the soft skin at the crook of your neck, âAll this fuckinâ time. I was worried Iâd hurt you. That Iâd wake up and skewer you like I did Rogue.â
A choked moan escaped your lips when his hand squeezed at your breast. Rough and calloused and almost mean. Loganâs sharp canines nicked the skin above the artery that ran beneath your ear. You whined as blood leaked from the new wound.
âBut you? Youâre just full of fucking surprises, arenât you?â he said. He licked a broad swipe across the blood streaming down your throat. You ground down into his cock, the heat between your thighs seeking as much friction as possible. Both of you moaned as the deep liquid coated Loganâs mouth.Â
âWeâve got-shit, plenty of time to find them all,â you said through a breathless grin. The fingers in your hair tightened and tugged your head back, baring your throat as Logan lapped at your neck, staining it red.Â
You continued to grind into him while your hands gripped his forearms. Your nails dug into his skin, pinpricks of red sprouting around the crescent shapes. You brought a finger up to your mouth and licked along the tip of the nail. An explosion of copper coated your freshly healed tongue. A taste like none youâd ever had before, like a long-aged wine thatâd just been opened.Â
You needed to have more.
The knife you kept on your nightstand, the pommel a glass ball filled with your blood, swished through the air and landed in your open palm. Your other hand carded through Loganâs hair in an attempt to get his attention.
âCan I cut you?â you breathed. A feral grin spread across Loganâs face. His claw shinked back out of his fist and slashed down your shirt. The cotton separated like butter under a hot knife, your shirt sagging down your shoulders and falling away from your chest. A thin cut was left between your breasts. Like a red clay path between two rolling hills.Â
âAs long as I can cut you,â he replied, tongue tracing the new wound. Your head fell back as you arched into his mouth, doing your best to focus on closing the bite in your neck. Getting the skin to connect was growing more difficult as Logan coated his tongue in red and his half-lidded eyes met yours.
âFuck, okay, Iâll take that as a yes,â you said through gritted teeth. You shrugged off your destroyed t-shirt as you felt the cut on your neck close. Your left hand tugged at Loganâs hair, bringing his lips back to yours, bare chests colliding.Â
The air between you grew heated and humid. Teeth clashed, tongues darted into each otherâs mouths tasting of copper and sin, claws and nails and blade slicing through skin, fingers pulling on hair. Each wound that closed was replaced with a fresh one, tongue and lips following the lines of leaking blood. If you were normal both of you would be covered in more scars than one could count. But, because you were mutants, the skin sealed as if nothing had ever pierced it. Smooth and soft and absolutely covered in blood.
You felt the room spin as you and Logan flipped. He had one hand on your shoulder, pinning your torso to the bed, while the other wrapped around your throat. His broad, warm hand nearly encompassed your whole neck. The power he held over you stoked the flames in your abdomen to burn away at your sense and reason.
His mouth was back on yours, drinking from you like a dying man. Teeth nipped at your lips, your tongue, your chin. Sharp bites that left the taste of copper in their wake. The hand on your shoulder traveled down your overheated body. Passing over swathes of skin painted red and bruises long since dissipated. His fingertips brushed along the waistband of your shorts and a growl reverberated from his throat.
âYou have three seconds to get these off before theyâre ripped off,â Logan said, the words echoing in your mind like a prayer in an empty chapel.
You had never stripped yourself so fast in your life. Your fumbling hands slipped beneath your waistband, having to concentrate on both getting naked and Loganâs mouth on yours, and you slipped both your panties and your shorts off in one pull. You kicked them off the bed in record time.
âMm, that was five seconds. Iâll need to see to that later,â he said, kissing down your jaw between growled words. A shiver rolled across your spine at the way his voice thrummed against your neck. You felt the hand gripping your throat tighten, restricting your breathing, making you gasp. Your hands launched forward, seeking anything to grab in their path, landing on the forearm choking you. Logan nipped your collarbone as he said, âDonât be surprised to see those shorts in shreds tomorrow.â
He loosened his grip slightly, letting warm air back into your heaving lungs. You felt your pulse rushing in your ears.
âLogan, please,â you whimpered. The heat between your legs was unbearable. Wave after wave of arousal slammed into your trembling body and left you breathless. Your thighs were definitely soaked. You could feel wetness dripping off your skin and onto the sheets below you. Logan bit harder at your lowest rib, making you cry out, âPlease! I need you. Please, Logan.â
âIâve got you, hotstuff. Donât worry,â he purred. His canines dragged along your stomach, leaving fire in their wake, as he shifted lower on your body. The hand gripping your throat slid down your chest and pinned your hips in place, arm slung across your stomach like a lead pipe. His free hand massaged and groped at your shaking thighs. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, grinning, âSo polite, how can I refuse?â
The first pass of his tongue through your cunt made your back bow off the bed. Your hands scrabbled against the soaked sheets, nonsense and cries of ecstasy escaping through your kiss-swollen lips.
A low groan passed through his throat and vibrated against your clit. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the shocks of pure pleasure zipping through your bloodstream.
âFuck, sugar. All this just for me, huh?â he murmured. You werenât entirely sure if it was meant for you, but before you could decide he buried his face in your cunt. Tongue spearing inside you, nose bumping against your clit, large fingers holding you open. The air inside your lungs shot out of you like a bullet.Â
If your mind had any sense left, the sounds you and Logan were making wouldâve been obscene. The wet squelching of him licking at your folds, his rough grunts, your breathless moans and airy whimpers. It wouldâve made you embarrassed to ever show your face outside of this room again. But with Logan between your thighs and his arm braced across your abdomen, you could hardly care.Â
He shifted so his lips could wrap around your clit, sucking and running the blunt edge of his teeth over where youâre most sensitive. A startled yelp kicked out of your mouth. Your hands flew to his hair and tangled in the damp strands. You felt his fingers run along your entrance, gathering slick along the calloused pads.
âYou want me inside you, doll?â he asked huskily, sounding almost as wrecked as you felt. It took all your willpower to lift your eyelids and meet Loganâs eyes.Â
âPlease. Please, please, I need you Logan,â you slurred. Your grip on his hair tightened in an attempt to emphasize your point.Â
He latched back onto your clit, eyes still locked with yours, as two fingers pushed inside you. The digits entered you with almost no resistance, you were so soaked. A loud moan fell from your lips as the accompanying noise from your cunt made you feel fucking filthy.
âFuck, doll,â he grunted against your clit. He started pumping his fingers inside you, slow at first, letting you feel every ridge and knuckle glide in and out, making sure to brush against that spot inside you that made you see stars every time. Your thighs involuntarily clenched around his head. Your head flew back against the mattress beneath you, breath leaving your gaped mouth in quick bursts.
When his pace increased, you knew you wouldnât last much longer. That coil in your core was tightening at a speed that even Peter couldnât compete with. Your fingers scraped at Loganâs scalp, breathing seeming to be a thing of the past.
âCome for me, vampire,â he said, slipping a third finger inside you. The claws attached to the arm across your waist extended, piercing into the mattress and securing you further on the bed. If Logan wasnât who he was, youâd be afraid of hurting him from how tight your thighs were squeezed around his head. But that chrome dome was nowhere near perturbed as he shoved you into your first orgasm of the night.
Sparks of white hot electricity short-circuited your brain and rendered you breathless. Your back seized up and arched off the bed, mouth flying open, breath halted inside frozen lungs. Pulsing, neverending, world-encompassing pleasure covered you like a thick, electrified blanket. Zaps of shityesgood sparked across your skin, burrowing deep into your flesh and filling your veins.
âThere ya go, thatâs a good girl,â Logan said. You barely registered him, the roaring in your ears was so loud. He continued to finger you through your orgasm, placing the occasional kiss on your hyper-sensitive skin, making you jolt.
It took several minutes for the aftershocks to stop, for the blanket to lift off your body. Logan slid his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips. Low groans brought you back to reality as he licked your slick off his fingers.
His claws retracted as he climbed back up your body, placing sloppy wet kisses as he went. You hummed when his lips found yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, tangy and salty and distinctly you. Mixed with Loganâs smoke and whiskey, you felt like you could breathe this taste and grow intoxicated. You whined as Logan pulled back.
âReady for more?â he asked. You nodded, biting your lip as a smile graced your features.
Logan grinned back as he hiked your legs up onto his hips and positioned himself by your entrance, cock hard and heavy in his hand. Your hands laced in his hair and yanked his mouth back to yours. The wet, hot tip of his cock glided through your folds, making both of you groan into each otherâs mouths.
The first push inside stretched you almost to the point of pain, but you were so wet and needy you hardly cared. Your breathing grew ragged, panting into Loganâs open mouth, as he slid inside you. Every vein along his cock dragged against your walls, making you whine and cant beneath him.Â
When he was buried to the hilt inside you, hips connected with your thighs, he braced one hand above you while the other held your leg on his hip. It seemed to take all of his willpower to open his eyes and look down at you.
âShit, you feel good. Doinâ alright?â he groaned. You nodded a frantic yes, gripping his hair tighter and touching his forehead to yours.
âLogan please fuck me, please, please,â you whispered. You were barely cognizant. Just a body made of an animalistic need. A pure, feral, unadulterated need that only Logan could satisfy.
Logan chuckled, âWhen you ask like that, doll, how could I say no?â
The slow drag out of you made you grieve the loss of feeling completely full. Your nails dug into Loganâs scalp as whiny moans passed through your clenched teeth. He whispered reassurance into your skin as he pushed back inside, a smooth glide all the way in. He tried to set a slow pace, tried to give you time to adjust. But the pleas spilling from your lips and the grip of your thighs around his hips gave him the last shove he needed.
Quick, wet slaps bounced around the room as he rammed into you, over and over and over again. Pounding into you so hard you swore you could feel him in your throat and that if you werenât mutant, you would break. High moans met choked grunts in the air between you. The bedâs wooden headboard slammed into the wall behind you in pace with Loganâs thrusts.Â
And just like that his teeth were on you again. Biting and scraping and marking, drawing blood just for it to disappear under his tongue. Your shoulders, your collarbone, your breasts, your neck. None were left unmarked. And they remained ravaged, your mind too fractured by his relentless fucking to focus on healing yourself.Â
âFuck, vampire,â he moaned against your skin. His eyes were glassy, distant. Like his entire mind was devoted to filling you to the brim over and over again. The hand braced above your head grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head so his lips could crash into yours. You were a mess of teeth and tongues and blood. Mindless, breathless moans swallowed between you.
You could feel that coil again. It tightened tauntingly at each thrust, each pound into you that drove you further into insanity. Flames of pure need licked and burned along your skin, only satisfied when Logan was filling you to the brim. Jesus, if you couldnât feel every thrust rattle your teeth and send you further into oblivion.
Logan adjusted above you, nearly folding you in half as both his hands landed next to you on the bed. Like this, every thrust hit that spot inside you. Splitting you open to leave nothing but a moaning mess behind.Â
He groaned above you, teeth gritted, and his claws shot out of his fists. The sound of fabric tearing filled your roaring ears. Deep gauges left in the mattress on either side of your head. Threatening, terrifying even. But to your fuck-drunk mind it only turned you on more. The unquenchable furnace burning in your core flamed into a blazing inferno. Your fingers scraped along his skin, searching mindlessly for something to ground you.
Another groan from Logan, reverberating from deep in his chest, as his forehead touched yours again. A spot of gentleness in the undeniably brutal way he was fucking you.
âIâm-Fuck!-Iâm getting real close, doll,â he grunted, his pace never slowing or lessening in its ferocity. He unburied his hand from the bed, retracting his claws, and lowered it between your bodies to rub circles into your swollen clit.
âAh! Fuck, Logan!â you yelped. You could feel yourself hurtling toward your inescapable second orgasm. Your eyes, unfocused as they were, tried to zero in on Logan above you. You felt like you were caught beneath a launching rocket, being blasted by the flames from the metal beast above you.
One, two, three more thrusts and then you were gone. Ecstasy poured into your veins like ink in water, drowning all you were, all you knew, all you felt. Eyes clouding over with swirling spots of black and white, the inferno in your core overtaking you like a forest fire. All you were was burned away, flames inhaling your body and mind, until all that was left was a mewling, breathless, writhing person that didnât feel like yourself.Â
Logan wasnât too far behind you. The relentless pounding inside you grew ragged, sloppy, his fingers tangling in your hair to let him breathe the same air as you. A sharp groan echoed from his chest as his thrusts stilled, spilling inside you. Hands gripped at the soft flesh on your hips, pinning you against him, prolonging his orgasm.
You felt weightless, like you were floating on the destroyed bed below you and the only thing keeping you grounded was Logan on top of you. Lazy, trembling fingers traced the veins on his forearms, still clutched to your sides. Your hazy vision focused on his face. Blissed out, eyes closed, chest heaving. You felt a lopsided grin stretch across your swollen lips.
âTold you, ya wonât hurt me,â you rasped. You must have screamed at some point, because your throat was scratchy and sore. Not that you minded.
Logan let out a breathless chuckle above you. His fingers massaged soothing circles into your hips as his eyes opened, gaze landing on your post-orgasmic smirk.
He cleared his throat then said, âYou sure? I got pretty rough.â
Your eyes fell closed as you used the remaining fragments of your mind to close the wounds across your neck and chest, willing the skin to seal and the bruises to flush away. Once you were satisfied you opened your eyes again.
âNothing I canât handle,â you said, grinning. Logan shook his head, matching your grin, as he slid out of you. An involuntary whine slipped up your throat at the loss of him inside you. The loss was quickly remedied by him laying down beside you, wrapping you in his arms and tucking you against his chest. You settled in, nestling your cheek against his damp skin, while he hummed above you.
âI know you can, but Iâm not so sure about the sheets.â
Embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you observed the carnage around you. The once (somewhat) pristine, light blue sheets were absolutely covered in blood, loose threads, and other results of what the two of you had just done. Not to mention the holes in the mattress that could no way in hell be fixed.
You let out a sigh as your hand covered your eyes, face flushed. Logan smirked and kissed the top of your head.
âWeâll get âem replaced, doll. Donât worry about it,â he said, amusement at your situation laced in every word.
However, the two of you froze in response to the words that filled your heads, the disappointment palpable and tone icy.
âItâll come out of your wallets.â
i'd like to thank @madschiavelique and @gracethyomen for encouraging my obsession with logan. much love to them both and the rest of the murdock tuna team đ
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Not to sound like everyone and anyone but MAN the pandemic really took everything from me
#I have tried so many times to reverse it but itâs an uphill battle and I just donât have the willpower#I used to be able to make effort to have friends I used to take care of myself#and honestly this started when I graduated college but the pandemic nailed it in I couldâve pulled myself together if I didnât have to#leave society for so long#like truly. truly my anxiety ruined my life in a way Iâm still trying to recover from#and I wouldnât have had such a setback with it if the pandemic didnât happen#the ONLY good thing is that I found a job I like but even that right now is starting to crumble#Iâm work nearly 50 hour weeks#life is just HARDDDDDD ok and Iâm not very good at basic human actions and systems#mine
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No Nut November...or Not
SUMMARY: When a harmless bar conversation turns into a bet about who can last the longest during No Nut November, the stakes are set. They both assume they can outlast the other without breaking a sweat. What they donât anticipate is youâtheir mischievous partnerâwho takes it as a personal challenge to make the month as impossible as humanly possible. Because why should they get to have all the fun?
A/N: Thank you so much to the Nonny who sent in this request! This one is a little more outside my comfort zone than what I normally write, but I think it turned out okay. Please let me know how you feel about it!
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. SMUT. (Lingerie, Spanking, Slight Dom, Unprotected Sex (be responsible people), P in V (reverse cowgirl), Voyeurism/Exhibitionism (not sure if this counts in a poly relationship but including it in case)
WORD COUNT: 6.1k
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The Hard Deck was alive with its usual hum of chatter and laughter, the jukebox belting out an old rock anthem. You leaned back in your chair, nursing a cold beer as you watched Jake and Bradley settle into their usual rhythm.
Jake smirked, his signature cocky grin firmly in place as he tipped his bottle toward Bradley. âFace it, Bradshaw, you just canât handle the pressure. Thatâs why Iâm better at pretty much everything.â
Bradley rolled his eyes, though the twitch of his jaw betrayed his annoyance. âYou keep telling yourself that, Bagman. Last time I checked, you couldnât keep up with me in the airâŚlet alone other places.â
His gaze then shifted to you and he shot you a wink. You hid your smile behind your bottle, enjoying the way their bickering played out like clockwork. It was endearing in its own way, how the two of them always seemed to push each other just to prove who could come out on top.
âAlright, alright,â you interjected, setting your drink down and tilting your head at them. âWhatâs it going to be this time? Another darts match? Arm wrestling in the middle of Pennyâs bar?â
âDonât even think about it boys,â she interjects from behind the bar causing your lips to curve into a smirk.
Jake turned to you with a gleam in his eye, his grin widening. âNah, that would be too easy, sweetheart. Iâm thinking something better. Something that requires real willpower.â
Bradley scoffed, but there was a flicker of curiosity on his face. âWhat are you thinking, Hangman?â
Jake leaned forward, bracing one elbow on the table. âNo Nut November.â
The words hung in the air for a beat before you burst out laughing, nearly spilling your beer. âYouâve got to be kidding me.â
âIâm dead serious.â Jake looked over at Bradley, his eyes glinting with challenge. âThink youâve got the guts to keep it together for a whole month, Bradshaw? Or are you gonna fold like you always do?â
Bradley narrowed his eyes, his lips curving into a slow, confident smile. âYouâre on. But donât come crying to me when you lose after, what, three days?â
âThree days?â Jake repeated mock outrage in his tone. âIâve got steel discipline, Bradshaw. Youâre the one whoâs always got his head in the clouds.â
âOh, this is good,â you said, shaking your head in amusement. You could already tell where this was headed, and it was going to be entertaining, to say the least
âWhatâs the wager?â Bradley asked, his eyes not leaving Jake.
âThe usual,â Jake said with a shrug. âLoser has to do whatever the winner says. No complaints, no excuses.â
Bradley nodded, extending his hand across the table. âDeal.â
They shook on it, their grips firm and their gazes locked in mutual defiance. You snipped your beer, biting back a grin as an idea began to form in your mind.
If they were really going to go through with this, you might as well make it interesting. After all, wasnât it your duty as their partner to keep them on their toes?
âI hope you two are ready,â you said, your voice deceptively sweet as you leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand. âBecause Iâm not about to make this easy for either of you.â
Jake arched a brow, his smirk faltering just slightly. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âOh, youâll see.â
Bradleyâs eyes flicked to yours, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension flashing across his face. But neither of them had the chance to respond before you stood, finishing the last of your drink and setting the bottle down with a soft clink.
âGood luck, boys,â you said, giving them a wink before walking away.
Behind you, you could hear Jake muttering, âWhat the hell does that mean?â
The next evening, the glow of the Hard Deckâs neon lights and the buzz of competitive banter were a distant memory. In their place was the soft hum of music drifting from the living room speaker and the warmth of home-cooked comfort filling the air.
Jake and Bradleyâs off-base apartment had always been a haven of sortsâa space where the three of you could unwind, trading the chaos of your days for shared laughter and easy companionship, and a lot of physicality. Tonight was no different.
You stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and a grin tugging at your lips as you recalled the way Jake and Bradley had shaken on their bet the night before, each so sure of their resolve. It was all in good fun, of course, but watching them try to outlast each other was going to be a source of endless entertainment. Especially if you had anything to say about it.
The smell of garlic and herbs filled the cozy apartment kitchen as you stirred a simmering pot on the stove. Bradley leaned beside you, chopping vegetables with steady precision, while Jake stood at the counter, tossing together a salad. It was a rare quiet evening for the three of you, the kind of domestic tranquility that felt all the more special amidst the chaos of naval schedules.
You glanced at Bradley out of the corner of your eye. He was focused on his task, the rhythmic thwack of the knife against the cutting board filling the space between the three of you.
Setting the spoon aside, you turned toward him, brushing your hand lightly along the small of his back as you reached for the bowl beside him. âThanks for helping out,â you said, your voice casual but laced with a subtle warmth.
âNo problem,â Bradley replied, his tone as calm as ever. He didnât look up from the cutting board, his focus unbroken.
Undeterred, you let your fingers linger a moment longer than necessary before pulling away, casually brushing against his forearm as you leaned over to grab a kitchen towel. Still no reactionâthough you noticed the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
From across the kitchen, Jake chuckled softly. You looked over your shoulder to find him watching with a smug grin, one eyebrow raised as if to say, âReally? Is that all youâve got?â
Game on.
Turning back to Bradley, you stepped closer, reaching for the bowl of chopped veggies just as he finished.Â
âLet me get that,â you said, letting your fingers trail along his wrist as you took the bowl from him. This time, there was the faintest flicker of something in his expression, but he quickly masked it, his lips curving into an almost imperceptible smirk.
âThanks,â you said sweetly, placing the bowl on the counter and brushing past Jake on your way to the fridge.
You could feel his eyes on you, but he didnât say a word, his hands continuing to toss the salad with deliberate nonchalance. Smiling to yourself, you opened the fridge and retrieved a bottle of wine, taking your time as you returned to the counter.
Jake didnât react when you sidled up beside him, leaning slightly against his arm as you reached for a corkscrew. But when your fingers brushed his wristâlingering just long enough to feel the warmth of his skinâhis hands faltered, sending a stray piece of lettuce tumbling onto the floor.
âOops,â you murmured, hiding your grin as you grabbed the corkscrew and stepped back. You almost painfully slow, bent down to pick up the lettuce, making sure the skirt you were wearing slid up giving Jake just the tiniest glimpse of the frilly lace of your underwear peeking out at him.
Jake shot you a look, his smirk slipping for a fraction of a second before he composed himself.Â
âCareful there, darlinâ,â he said, his voice smooth but with a slight edge as his hand moved to your hip.
From the corner of your eye, you caught Bradley glancing over, his smirk now firmly in place. âWhatâs wrong, Seresin? Youâre not getting distracted, are you?â
Jakeâs jaw tightened just enough for you to notice, and you bit back a laugh, turning your attention back to the wine.Â
âOh, donât tease him, Bradshaw,â you said innocently, pouring three glasses with careful precision. âIâm sure heâs fine.â
Jakeâs eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but he said nothing, instead focusing intently on his salad as if it were the most important task in the world.
You smiled to yourself, setting the glasses on the counter. This was going to be even more fun than you thought.
Dinner was ready not long after, and the three of you settled at the small dining table tucked against the window. The kitchen lights cast a soft glow over the scene, the faint hum of music still playing in the background. Plates were filled with the fruits of your collective labor: roasted chicken, sautĂŠed vegetables, and a fresh salad that Jake had insisted was ârestaurant-quality.â
You took the first bite, savoring the flavors as they hit your tongue. But instead of keeping the reaction to yourself, you let out a quiet, almost breathy moan, closing your eyes as though the simple taste of the meal was enough to send you to heaven.
When you opened your eyes, you caught both Jake and Bradley staring, their forks paused midair. Their gazes flicked to each other in a brief, wordless exchange before they simultaneously looked down at their plates, the muscles in their jaws tensing as they focused a little too intently on their food.
Suppressing a grin, you stabbed another piece of chicken with your fork, dragging it slowly through the sauce before taking another bite, this time pulling the utensil from your lips with an exaggerated slowness. You made sure the movement was subtle enough to seem naturalâjust enough to plant the idea without making it obvious.
The effect was immediate. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake shift in his seat, adjusting his posture in a way that suggested he was trying to ignore you. Across from him, Bradley chewed with deliberate focus, his expression unreadable except for the faint tightness in his jaw.
âEverything okay?â you asked innocently, looking between the two of them.
âFine,â Jake said quickly, his tone light but clipped. He took a long drink of water, his eyes trained firmly on his plate as if it held the answers to all of lifeâs mysteries.
âYeah, fine,â Bradley echoed, though his voice carried a hint of strain as he reached for the salad bowl, pretending to busy himself with serving more.
You leaned back in your chair, letting the silence settle for a moment before leaning forward again, your fingers brushing against the edge of your fork. There was a bit of sauce clinging to the tip, and instead of reaching for a napkin, you raised the utensil to your lips, your tongue darting out to catch the stray droplet.
It wasnât dramaticâbarely more than a flickâbut the tension in the room crackled like static electricity. Jakeâs fork clattered against his plate, and Bradley muttered something under his breath, though neither of them said anything directly.
Satisfied, you straightened in your chair and continued eating, keeping your movements deliberately slow and casual. You were playing the long game, after all, and the night was still young.
The evening stretched on, the kind of Saturday night that carried the promise of an easygoing, relaxed vibe. But the air between the three of you had changed. Every glance, every subtle movement felt charged, as if all the teasing from dinner was quietly simmering beneath the surface, waiting for something to tip it over the edge.
As the game time drew near, you decided to take a break, excusing yourself with a casual, âIâll be right back. Gonna get comfy for the game.â
Jake barely looked up, his attention already focused on the TV screen as he pulled up the Longhorns' game schedule. Bradley nodded absently, taking another sip of his beer.
You made your way toward Jakeâs bedroom. His closet door creaked open, and you moved quickly, your fingers brushing past the shirts hanging neatly in a row until you found itâthe burnt orange jersey. You had no intention of wearing it the traditional way, though.
Next, you turned your attention to the bottom drawer of Jakeâs dresser. The one that, over time, had become a place for a few of your thingsâyour stuff from nights spent at their place, the clothes you didnât mind leaving behind. You sifted through the familiar pile, your fingers grazing the fabric until you found what you were looking for. The lacy black thong with the satin bow on the back, a gift from Bradley on your birthday last year.
A smile tugged at your lips as you stripped out of your clothes, quickly slipping into the thong and then pulling the jersey over your head. The fabric settled comfortably against your skin, the oversized fit doing little to hide the outline of what you were really wearing underneath.
When you emerged from the bedroom, your eyes met the living room where the guys were settling in. Jake was already lounging on the couch, the TV lighting up his face as he focused on pulling up the game. Bradley was standing near the fridge, mid-drink when he saw you. His hand froze, the bottle of beer almost slipping from his grip. His eyes widened, his throat bobbing as he took in the sight of you in nothing but the jersey.
Jakeâs gaze flickered over to you, eyes widening for just a moment before he cleared his throat, his focus shifting back to the screen as though it was the most important thing in the world. But you could see the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tightened against the remote as if it were somehow anchoring him.
Bradley, on the other hand, had a harder time hiding it. His eyes followed you across the room, the surprise quickly turning into something unreadable, but not before his lips parted as though he might say somethingâuntil he caught himself. Instead, he looked down at his beer, taking a long swig to steady himself.
You smirked, casually flopping down on the couch beside Jake, making sure to let the fabric of the jersey shift just enough to give him a better view of what you were wearingâor, more accurately, not wearing underneath.
You knew exactly what you were doing.
Jakeâs hand settled on your thigh, warm and heavy, sending a shiver through you that had nothing to do with the cool air from the open window. You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder, and wrapped your arms around his arm for good measure, leaning in close to him.
As you shifted your position, tilting your knees slightly, you felt the jersey ride up a bit higher, just enough for the lacy black thong to peek out from beneath the fabric. It was a calculated move, knowing full well that Bradley would notice.
Sure enough, when he finally settled back onto the couch on the other side of you, his gaze flickered down. His hand, perhaps on autopilot, reached out, brushing against your nearly bare skin, and you couldnât help the smirk that tugged at your lips. Bradleyâs fingers squeezed the flesh there, just a little too long, a little too possessively, before he quickly pulled his hand away, his eyes darting up to meet yours.
You tilted your head back into Jakeâs side, letting out a soft, content sigh, and allowed yourself to sink into his warmth. The move was deliberate, a subtle taunt that made Bradleyâs jaw clench and his nostrils flare. He tried to look away, but he couldnât quite keep his eyes off you, and you reveled in the power you held over the two men tonight.
âEnjoying the game?â Jake asked, his voice low, as if he didnât want to break the spell youâd cast. His fingers tightened on your thigh, pressing just enough to remind you of his presence.
âMmm,â you replied, letting the sound linger in the air, your breath warm against his neck.
Jake leaned in closer, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered, âYou know, youâre really playing a dangerous game, donât you think?â
You looked up at him, your expression innocent, the tease in your eyes impossible to hide. âMaybe,â you replied coyly, âbut I think itâs one youâll both enjoy losing.â
The game continued, but the real action was unfolding right in front of Jake and Bradley. You could feel their eyes on youâthe weight of their attention was undeniable. Jakeâs hand had barely moved from your thigh, and Bradleyâs fingers lingered there, giving you little indication that he had any intention of stopping. They were both wound tight, and you were enjoying every minute of it.
As the Longhorns scored a touchdown, the roar from the crowd on the TV mixed with your own excited gasp. Without thinking, you jumped to your feet, the burst of energy sending you bouncing up and down in celebration. You felt the jersey ride up as you raised your arms, the fabric lifting just enough to expose the small, barely-there thong underneath.
Your ass swayed with each bounce, the thong almost completely exposed, offering a perfect view of your bare skin to both men. The sensation of their eyes locked on you was intoxicating, but you didnât stop. You made sure every movement was deliberate, a tease designed to keep them both hooked.
Finally, you turned around, your back to them now. The jersey hung just low enough to cover your front but did nothing to hide the thong from their view. You felt their stares burning into you, the tension between the three of you palpable in the air.
With a grin, you smirked over your shoulder, catching their eyes before saying, âMan, I love football.â
Jake shifted uncomfortably, his hand now tight around the beer bottle in his lap, but he didnât say anything. Bradley, on the other hand, couldnât hide his reaction. His jaw clenched, his lips pressing together in frustration. His hand moved to the front of his jeans, adjusting himself. It was as if he couldnât stop himself, like every instinct he had was telling him to do something more.
The tension in the room was unbearable, and you could practically feel the moment when Bradleyâs restraint finally snapped. As you smirked over your shoulder, still reveling in the heat of their gazes, you noticed the way his hands tightened into fists at his sides. His jaw was locked, his body rigid as he triedâunsuccessfullyâto stay composed.
Then, without warning, he shot up from the couch. âScrew this,â he muttered under his breath, his voice low and rough, filled with frustration.
Before you could even react, he was on you. One moment, you were standing in front of him, and the next, he had you hoisted effortlessly over his shoulder. You gasped in surprise, but the only response from him was a determined growl.
You kicked your legs slightly, but it was no use. Bradley had you completely at his mercy, carrying you down the hallway toward his room with a purposeful stride.
Jake called out from the living room, his voice laced with disbelief. âBradshawâwhat the hell are you doing?â
But Bradley didnât even look back, his focus solely on you as he carried you down the hall, ignoring whatever punishment Jake might throw at him. The bet? The consequences? They didnât matter in that moment. All that mattered was the desire that had been building up in him, the need to finally act on everything heâd been holding back.
When he reached the door to his room, he kicked it open with one swift motion, stepping inside and slamming it shut behind him. As soon as it was closed, he dropped you onto the bed, his eyes dark with intensity.
âYouâve been teasing us all night,â he growled, voice thick with desire. âI couldnât take it anymore.â
You smirked, already knowing that you had pushed him too far. But that didnât stop you from playing along, feeling the thrill of victory in the way youâd slowly unraveled him.
Bradley didnât care about the bet anymore. All he cared about was you, and right now, that was enough.
As Bradley moved over you, his hands working the black thong off of your body with an urgency that matched the heat in his eyes, you felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The door swung open with a creak, and there, standing in the doorway, was Jake. His smirk was wide, his eyes gleaming with that same cocky confidence, but there was a sharpness to it nowâa flicker of something darker beneath the surface.
He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, clearly enjoying the scene unfolding before him. His eyes shifted between you and Bradley, taking in the sight of the thong being discarded carelessly to the side. The silence that followed was thick with tension, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air.
Bradleyâs fingers paused for a moment, as if sensing Jakeâs presence, but his focus quickly returned to you. The momentary distraction was all Jake needed. Without breaking his smirk, Jake pushed off the doorframe and strode confidently across the room.
âBradley, step back, baby,â Jakeâs voice was low, filled with a knowing taunt. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes still on you as he placed a hand on your waist, guiding you down across his lap.
You gasped, a mix of surprise and excitement flooding through you as you found yourself positioned across his strong legs. Your heart raced, but the smirk never left your face.
âYouâve been a naughty girl, havenât you?â Jakeâs voice was suddenly darker, his tone shifting as he ran a finger down your spine. âYou think you can tease us both, and get away with it?â He gave you a playful, but firm tap on the back of your thigh, the sting shocking you.
He leaned forward slightly, pressing his lips to your ear. âWell, itâs time somebody put you in your place.â
Bradley watched, still breathing heavily as he stood at the foot of the bed, his hands flexing with restrained hunger. The game had changed entirely. You had crossed a line, and now, both men knew it was their turn to take control.
Jakeâs grip tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he positioned you more firmly across his lap. He traced a finger across the curve of your backside, his voice rough as he said, âThis isnât over, sweetheart. Not by a long shot.â
The first smack comes without warning, a startled cry leaving your lips as you feel the sting of Jakeâs hand.
âThatâs one. Youâve got nine more. Think you can handle it?â
You nodd, but Jake just makes a tsk tsk tsk noise with his mouth before delivering another smack to the same spot.
âUse your words. Weâre back to one. I can do this all night.â
âYes. Yes, I can handle it.â
You hear Jake let out a low chuckle before saying, âDamn right you can, baby.â
The final smack echoed through the room, sharper than the rest, and you couldn't suppress the gasp that left your lips. A wave of heat rushed through you, a mix of sting and longing building in your body. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, the tension of the moment overwhelming.
Jakeâs hand lingered, resting gently on your sore skin, the warmth of his palm contrasting with the burn of the smacks. For a brief moment, there was silence. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the weight of his touch seemed to calm you, despite the ache.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice softer now, but still full of command. His hand moved slowly, rubbing circles into your tender skin, soothing the burn as he spoke. "You did so well for me."
You could hear the pride in his voice, and feel the shift in his demeanor as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. It was a small, almost gentle gesture, but it spoke volumes in the context of everything that had just transpired.
His fingers traced along your back now, his touch lighter, almost tender. "I know you can take it," he continued, his tone warm. "Youâve been so good for us tonight."
The praise was enough to stir something inside youâsomething that made the lingering sting worth it. He could still dominate you, but in this moment, you were his, and he took care of you in a way that felt like both power and care.
âNow, hereâs whatâs going to happen next, sweetheart,â Jake says. âBradley here is going to lay on his bed, and youâre going to ride him, reverse cowgirl so he can watch that pretty ass bounce as your ride him. And so I can watch your perfect tits bounce.â You involuntarily squeeze your thighs together at his words. âAnd Iâm going to stand at the end of the bed and I want your eyes on me the whole time. You understand?â
âYes.â
âGood girl,â Jake says before helping you up off his lap.
The moment you lift yourself off Jakeâs lap, thereâs a quiet shift in the room. The tension in the room grows as you crawl up the bed, hovering over Bradley, whoâs now lying back on the bed, his eyes dark with hunger but also something elseâsoftness, a trace of tenderness mixed with the primal need.
As you settle above him, the weight of your body supported by your hands on either side of his chest, Bradleyâs hands reach up to pull you down. He doesnât waste a second, his lips finding yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. The kiss is almost electric, his lips hungry, but gentle enough to make you melt against him. The urgency fades slightly, and you find yourself losing a bit of control as you sink into the warmth of his embrace. His hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you close as if he doesnât want to let you go.
The kiss deepens, and for a moment, everything else falls away. It's just the two of you, your bodies pressing together, the soft sound of your breathing filling the space between you. You feel his heartbeat against yours, steady and warm, grounding you in this moment. Itâs different with Bradleyâthereâs a tenderness there, something that contrasts with the more commanding side Jake showed earlier.
When you pull away, your lips still tingling, you can see the quiet satisfaction in Bradleyâs eyes. His hands slip down your sides, tracing the outline of your body as if committing every inch of you to memory.
âYouâre incredible,â he whispers, his voice rough with desire, but thereâs a softness to it, a reverence that makes your chest tighten.
You smile, leaning in to kiss him again, but this time itâs slower, more deliberate, and you can feel the shift between youâless about the tease, less about the game, and more about the connection.
You shift, moving so that your back is now towards Bradley, and your gaze finds Jakeâs. The electricity between you three is palpable, the air thick with the kind of unspoken connection that runs deep. You can feel Bradleyâs hands on your waist, steadying you, but itâs Jakeâs eyes that hold your attention nowâdark, intent, but filled with something else. Thereâs a depth in his gaze, a silent understanding, a promise that whatever happens next, itâs about the three of you as one.
You reach down, tugging the burnt orange jersey off, letting it fall to the floor in a fluid motion, leaving yourself exposed before them. The vulnerability stirs something within youâboth exhilarating and grounding at once. With each passing second, the trust between you grows stronger, the knowledge that you're not just being seen, but truly understood, is almost overwhelming.
You pause, locking eyes with Jake, and the tension rises again. His presence is commanding, but it's the gentle weight of his gaze that gives you the confidence to continue. Slowly, you begin to lower yourself, the movement calculated and deliberate, not just for them, but for yourself.Â
Bradleyâs hands guide you, steadying you as you move closer to him. Your eyes flutter close as you feel the stretch of Bradley as you sink further and further onto him.
âUh uh. Eyes on me, baby.â Jake reminds you.
You nod and open your eyes, yours immediately find Jakeâs green ones. Theyâre darker than normal, laced with desire and need.
âYouâre perfect,â Bradley whispers, his voice thick with emotion. You can feel the weight of his words, not just in his tone, but in how his hands trace over your skin, grounding you in this moment.
You stay locked on Jakeâs gaze, the intensity of his eyes grounding you in the moment. The air between you two feels thick, like a promise thatâs been quietly building, waiting to be fulfilled. His face softens, but thereâs a quiet strength in it that makes your heart race.Â
Bradleyâs hands move to your waist, his touch steady and sure. He guides you gently, helping you find your rhythm as your body begins to move, slow and deliberate. His touch is a contrast to Jakeâs silent commandâBradleyâs touch is soft, like a grounding force, holding you steady.
You feel the heat rising, your chest tightening as the tension builds. But through it all, Jakeâs eyes never leave yours. Thereâs something magnetic about the way he watches, as though heâs seeing youâevery part of youâin a way that makes you feel both vulnerable and safe, all at once. His jaw tightens as he shifts, the intensity in his gaze never faltering.
With every small movement, every shift of your body, you feel the pressure building. Your breaths come quicker, your heart racing as Bradleyâs hands guide you.
âS-shit,â you hear Bradley mutter from beneath you, causing you to clench around him.
Bradleyâs hands move to your back, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns against your skin. His touch is tender, guiding you closer, helping you reach a place of intensity that feels almost overwhelming.
And then, it comesâlike a wave crashing over you. You can feel the pressure building, the world narrowing down to the feeling of Bradleyâs hands on your skin, his body beneath you, and Jakeâs steady gaze pulling you deeper. Every part of you is alive, connected, and entwined in a way youâve never experienced before.
Your breath catches as the moment hits, your body trembling as you reach the peak. Your eyes never leave Jakeâs, and for a brief moment, everything else fades away. Thereâs nothing but the bond between the three of youâthe love, the trust, the unspoken understanding that this is where youâre meant to be.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck. Shit.â Bradley grunts as you feel ropes of his seed release into you.
You collapse on the bed against Bradley, your body spent and trembling, Jakeâs smile softens, a quiet satisfaction in his eyes.
âYouâre incredible,â Bradley whispers, pulling you into him, his hands still on your back as he kisses the top of your head. His voice is filled with a tenderness.
âYouâre perfect,â Jake adds softly, his voice low and comforting.
Bradley shifts beside you, his fingers brushing against your skin as he looks over at Jake. Thereâs a quiet moment between them, an unspoken understanding passing between the two. With a soft chuckle, Bradley pushes himself up from the bed, his gaze lingering on you for a second longer before he speaks.
âIâm gonna head to the bathroom. Jake, you wanna take care of her while Iâm gone?â he asks, the affection in his voice evident.
Jakeâs response is immediate, his eyes softening as he watches you. âOf course,â he says, his voice low but filled with warmth.
As Bradley moves to the bathroom, Jake crawls onto the bed beside you, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. His presence is a steady, comforting weight as he shifts closer, opening his arms for you. You donât hesitate, scooting over to him, seeking the comfort of his embrace.
You curl into him, your body instinctively leaning into his warmth as your head rests against his chest. The steady beat of his heart is a calming rhythm beneath your ear, and you let out a soft sigh of contentment, the tension of the last few minutes slowly ebbing away.
Jake wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer, his hand gently stroking your hair as he settles against the pillows. His touch is soothing, almost protective, and it fills you with a sense of security that you canât quite put into words.
âYou did so well,â Jake murmurs, his voice soft and tender. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his fingers tracing light patterns on your back. âYouâre incredible, you know that?â
You smile against his chest, the words washing over you like a balm. You can feel the warmth of his body, the affection in every movement, and itâs all you need right now. The bond between the three of you feels unspoken but undeniable, and in this moment, everything feels right.
As you settle more comfortably against Jake, his arms holding you close, you allow yourself to fully relax, your body melting into his embrace. The soft sound of Bradleyâs footsteps in the bathroom fades into the background as you lose yourself in the warmth of Jakeâs care.
The world outside this room doesnât matter right now. Thereâs only the three of you, your trust, and the quiet love that lingers in the space between. And for the moment, thatâs all you need.
As the warmth of Jakeâs embrace settles around you, the exhaustion from the long day and the intensity of everything thatâs happened begin to catch up with you. Your body feels heavy, your mind slowly unwinding as the last threads of wakefulness start to slip away. Youâre so close to falling asleep, the soothing rhythm of Jakeâs heartbeat lulling you deeper into comfort.
But then, thereâs a soft rustle of movement. You feel the bed shift slightly, and soon, Bradley is back. Heâs holding a warm washcloth, the scent of soap and something faintly floral filling the air as he gently presses it against your skin. The touch is tender, careful, as he begins to clean you up, his fingers moving gently over you.
âLet me know if Iâm being too rough,â Bradley murmurs softly, his voice a whisper in the quiet room, his gaze focused on his task. Thereâs no rush in his movements, only a quiet affection, as he takes care of you.
Once he finishes, he places the cloth aside, his hand lingering for just a moment before he pulls back. You feel the bed dip as he moves around, and then, in the next moment, heâs crawling onto the bed beside you. His arms slip around your waist from behind, pulling you into him, and you easily melt back into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against your back.
Youâre trapped now, but it doesnât feel like a prison. Bradleyâs strong chest presses against your back, his arms holding you securely while Jake, still on the other side of you, continues to hold you close. The two of them surround you, their presence comforting, and you canât help but feel safe in their arms.
âComfy?â Bradley murmurs against your ear, his breath warm against your skin.
You nod slightly, a soft smile tugging at your lips. âWouldnât want to fall asleep any other way.â
The steady sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies, and the quiet intimacy of the moment all wash over you. You can feel yourself drifting, your body sinking into the bed, the pull of sleep becoming harder to resist.
Just as your mind starts to fade, you hear Jakeâs voice, light and teasing, cutting through the soft lull of the room.
âSo, Bradshaw,â Jake begins, his tone dripping with playful mockery. âNot even twenty-four hours, huh?â
Bradley chuckles softly behind you, his fingers idly tracing circles on your waist as he gives a quiet, amused grunt. âYeah, yeah. Shut up. I donât need to prove anything to you.â
Jake snorts, a low, amused laugh slipping from his lips. âRight, but itâs nice to know youâre still a little bit predictable.â
You can hear the affection in Jakeâs voice, his teasing not mean-spirited but filled with that familiar bond that the three of you share. As the sound of their laughter and gentle banter continues, the exhaustion pulls you under, and you finally surrender to sleep, the two menâs arms around you the last thing on your mind as you drift away.
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Something to chew, better for you
I FINISHED THE TAROT ARTWORK SERIES YIPPIE
Here we finally have Barnaby, our trusted Hierophant! Actually, I struggled quite a bit with finding a fitting card for this guy. Until I read that an alternative name for the Hierophant is also "The teacher". My thoughts instantly went to how Barn seems to stick to Wally's side for most of the time and teach him to make social connections! As well as taking a role of a caretaker and teacher for Wally, he also seems to know a little more than your average neighbor since he is often found talking to home for example. Just like the Hierophant who seems to posess an aura of some sort of spiritual power. When the card is reversed, it also points at personal belief, and Barnaby is an individual with a tentendy to strong willpower.
Something that is coming to my mind just as I am writing this: I kept thinking about one of Clown's Artworks, the one where Barnaby is found headless with Wally standing in front of him, seemingly controlling him. When the Hanging Man, Wally's card, and the Hierophant appear together, it indicates some kind of transformation. While the Hierophant turns to tradition, the Hanging Man represents letting go of those beliefs, almost "taking over" the Hierophant...you see where I'm going there, right??
So yeah, making those was a blast! Time for me to actually get them printed out now lol, who wants a tarot reading?
Also I apologize for being less active, I am a busy man with a lot happening in my life, also I will probably expand my choices of what I draw a bit more again, so there might not only be Welcome Home related posts in the future, I hope you guys are still interested to see them though!!
Again, we all know and love my disclaimer: I am not experienced with the usage of tarot cards, so please don't expect me to know more than their basic meaning. Also, if you think that I should've chosen a different card for Barnaby, don't come at me, I just picked what I thought fit best!
#welcome home#partycoffin#welcome home fanart#digital art#fanart#illustration#art#my art#artists on tumblr#welcome home art#welcome home barnaby b beagle#welcome home barnaby#barnaby b beagle#tarot cards#tarot#flonkertainment#barnaby b beagle fanart#thanks for sticking around!!
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All my Tarot Cards from Gortash Week!
If you wanna print them out or stuff go ahead, they're free for personal use! :D
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The Fool
meaning reversed: Holding back, recklessness, risk-taking
Strength
meaning upright: courage, persuasion, influence
The High Priestess
meaning reversed: Secrets, disconnected from intuition, silence
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Justice
meaning reversed: Unfairness, lack of accountability, dishonesty
The Lovers
meaning reversed: Self-love, disharmony, imbalance, misalignment of values
The Chariot
meaning upright: Control, willpower, success, determination
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The Tower
meaning upright: Sudden change, upheaval, chaos, awakening
The Emperor
 meaning reversed: Domination, excessive control, inflexibility
The Hanged Man
meaning upright: pause, surrender, letting go
#Iâve made three additional ones#tehee!I#enver gortash#baldurs gate 3#bg3 fanart#gortashweek#tarot card#my stuff#durgetash
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my issue with reverse robin aus- one among many- is that That Guy would not have had the willpower to dig himself out of his own grave while gravely injured. thatâs just my opinion though!
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thinking about zoro fucking you in a full nelson hold.
he fucks you relentlessly, brutally and mean, tip of his girthy cock ramming into your cervix with precision, each stroke driving your brain to mush. arms and leg bind together, youâre left open and helpless, and left no choice but to sit and take as he fucks into you with everything he has.
itâs so unintentional too; youâd started off riding him in reverse cowgirl, arms reaching back to rest as support on his toned torso, bouncing up and down on inches of dick, desperate to chase that orgasmic feeling you craved so bad. your pussy drove him to madnessâ the silky feel of your gummy walls tightening on his dick, gushing with wetness and rubbing up and down on his achingly hard cock, the friction resulting in creaming all over, a ring of pearly white nut encircling the base of his dick. the sounds were downright pornographic, your sticky ass clapping back on his firm thighs, and gods, zoro had to fight with every willpower stored in him to keep his damn eye open. though, he knows what his baby wants, and even if you hadnât exactly said it (instead approaching with âhnngâdaddy please!â), the desperation in your voice, the kegel in your riding, the tightening in his gut at when you fucking called him daddy and begged for him to help you sent him over the edge.
in the blink of an eye, you found your hands that once held onto a flat surface of stomach were now holding onto bulging forearms, same forearms that managed to pin your knees to your damn ears. planting his heels to the mattress of the bed, his hips snap up and lord, this new position hits an entirely deeper spot that had your glossy eyes crossing.
âfuckinâ hell, mama,â he groans, and youâre utterly helpless in his hold, your eyes dazed and rolling to the back of your head. your limbs fall limp and you feel heat spreading from your toes all the way till the top of your head. heâs fucking raw and rough, and with no choice but to lean your weight on him, you let him use you.
âsâgooâ hnngg, fuuuuckkkâ you babble, unable to concentrate on anything else other than the way your cervix gets abused by the tip of his girthy cock. you feel drool pool to the corner of your lips, your jaw slackened and sweat sticky between your back and his rugged chest.
âyeah?â he chuckles breathily, and though you canât see his face, you canât imagine anything else other than a smug look decorating his expressions. âsee how greedy yer pussyâs taking my cock? clenching so damn hard,â he pants, hips snapping and the echoes of your ass clapping on his thighs mixed with your wet cunt is downright sinful, âjesus baby, yâmust love it when i fuck you like this, huh?â
you nod, words stuck in the back of your throat and instead moaning pathetically. heâs taken the ability to comprehend any question he asks you, and has you completely turned on around the idea of him using his strength against you.
âwords, princess,â his warm breath fans your neck, grumbles deep from his chest and you feel shivers crawl up your spine.
ây-yesâ yesyesyesyes!â you whine, the words of approval falling past your lips and into the room.
âgonna fuck you full,â he groans shamelessly, feeling arousal creep up to his gut quicker than he would like to admit. you were clenching so hard and he knew he was bound to finish soon. âfull of my cum, leave you oozinâ and fuck it right back into your pretty pussy. sounds good?â
âplease zee,â you begged, toes curling and the familiar sensation of an orgasm washing over. you clit aches and you spray your liquids all over the sheets, down your and zoroâs thighs. âpuhâ please! want itâneed it bad!â
âgood. fuckinâ. girl.â he fucks to each word before spilling hot cum into your spasming pussy. true to his word, his nut paints your walls white and you feel so full, a mini bulge forming right above your pussy due to his cock and semen filling up the tiny space. you shudder, tongue lolled as he drags your orgasm even further while chasing his own.
âfuuckkk, thatâs it,â he groans, his pace slowing down as his high finally comes down. feeling sated enough, he slowly releases your limbs and you fall flat onto his chest, body weight suddenly so heavy as you twitch from the overstimulation.
with a huge ego boost, zoro chuckles, now gently wrapping your slump body with his bulky muscles. âstill here wimme?â he asks you, pushing a lock of hair away from your tear streaked face. you nod sleepily, too exhausted to formulate words and he kisses your temple tenderly in understanding.
âdidnât realize you loved being used like a toy so much.â zoro teases and you tilt your head just a bit to frown at him.
âas if yâr any better..â your words come out slurred through your pout and he canât help but release a hearty laugh at your willingness to bite back despite fatigue.
âah, fair enough.â
;-; donât look at me.
#roronoaswifey.exe#kazuhaâs works đ#one piece#one piece smut#one piece zoro#roronoa zoro#roronoa zoro x reader#roronoa zoro x you#zoro smut#zoro x reader#x reader
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Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.2) NSFW
W/C: 3.2k #NSFW, THEY FUCKIN', bottom!reader, top!sukuna, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna ignores feelings through the force of sheer willpower, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, blood as lube (SORRY), Sukuna unhinged horknee, ABO elements
A/N: I wanted to make this include more parts, but I am so flabbergasted and in awe of the response to this fic that I feel the need to feed y'all feral creatures LMAO. JKJK but đ Thank you for all the feedback and support! It really gives me the motivation to continue writing and to interact with the JJK community. I'm having a lot of fun!
tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah
âWhat the fuck is this?â Sukuna drawled, an intense fury simmering through his being. His gaze couldn't tear free from you, not even to size up the blindfolded weirdo watching him intently.Â
He shattered the coffin, freeing you from the makeshift cursed bath some freak had forced you into. He smoothed damp hair from your sickly face and searched for sparks of life somewhere in the cold stillness that'd overtaken you. And there was something. He found it, a little glimmer of vitality in the smallest, shakiest inhale.Â
âGood,â he praised, brushing your hair back more and more to get a better look at your face. You looked like the frail little thing he saved all those decades ago.
âYou know,â Gojo interrupted, but Sukuna paid him no mind, âIf I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about that kitsune.âÂ
âThen you don't know what this is,â Sukuna decided blandly. âFigures.â Kenjaku kept him off the record, huh? Guess that's a bonus.
âOh? Do you wanna enlighten me before Yuuji comes back?â Gojo smiled, as if he really expected Sukuna to play nice and be honest with him. âCome on, come on, it's your chance to be vulnerable~âÂ
âTch. Pretty damn sure the fox'll be the one to tell you.â His hand smoothed over your stomach and rubbed slow, gentle circles against your skin as reverse technique sought to bring you all back to him. âHe yaps about as much as your insufferable ass does. Granted, he talks a lot nicer.âÂ
âWow, rude.â Gojo sighed and clapped twice as if clapping on a light. âOkay! I've had enough bullying. YuujiââÂ
âBrat, don't you fucking dareââÂ
Yuuji inhaled sharply. He blinked owlishly at your calmed expression, your eyes now closed and breathing now steadied thanks to Sukuna's aid.Â
Aid. That wasn't something the king did.Â
âSensei,â Yuuji managed, voice quivering under the weight of memoriesâ emotion. âCan you fix this?â
Somehow, you were stuck in the throes of flirtation with the malevolent king of curses.Â
âIt may be courtship,â Uraume guessed, soft smile brightening their cold exterior.Â
(They'd been smiling more recently, actually, ever since you completed that overcoat and presented it to them. Nary a day went by when they did not don the sentimental garb.)
But you weren't so sure; the event of courtship was serious business across all lucid creatures. Animals and creatures of primal existence sought out partners with favorable genes and strong constitution, whereas humans and the like yearned for merit or love in their coupling. You didn't quite grasp the way humans thought. Not yet.Â
Well, save for flirting. You decided it was a sort of pre-courtship where nothing became serious and nothing was on the line, but frivolous touches and haughty words of praise ran rampant when those concerned crossed paths.Â
Much like today.
(Much like the days before and after.)
You walked along the stone-paved path most mornings, lost in thoughts and mumbling to yourself bits and pieces of poems. Most were unfinished, but in their own time, verses would find one another and complete the incomplete.Â
A groggy yawn hummed from the palace entrance. And moments later, Ryoumen Sukuna fell into step with you, grumbling and mumbling complaints about the nippy Spring morning while he tucked his arms away into his sleeves.Â
He followed you, idly looking around the expansive space you'd helped curate and maintain when you weren't busying yourself with the girls or decorating clothing. The gardens weren't a mess before, not at all, but now they had a certain tasteâtrees and flowers were planted with specificity, stones were moved, paths reworked. You took the outside over completely. The king didn't mind.Â
âSukuna-sama,â you said, voice melting in kind with the morning frost. âI'll need to leave for a short while.âÂ
Sukuna quirked a brow and looked at you. You gazed upon the large, thick koi flashing their beautiful scales and ornate patterns of orange and white as they swam and followed you. Tch. How come even the fish were drawn to you?Â
âAnd how do you think you'll accomplish that?â Sukuna tossed a rock into the koi pond, making the fish scatter. âGetting away from me isn't something you can do.â
You huffed and looked at him. âI understand. I simply seek your permission.âÂ
âDenied.â
âAh.â You deadpanned. âWhy?â
âYou're mine; I decide where you go, how you breathe, if you eat. Or are you forgetting that?âÂ
You sighed and let your ears droop sadly with your tails. âSurely you jest.âÂ
âAre you laughing?â
You whined like a sad, sad street pup before cozying up to him, slipping your hands up his stomach and chest like you were supposed to. âPlease?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
You chittered and pressed your face against him, but didn't protest and complain much more.Â
Sukunaâs thoughts whirled. The show was amusing, sure, but you didn't do anything without reason, especially when it had to do with breaking character and acting out like this out ofâ
Oh?Â
Sukuna leaned down and sniffed you, searching for the intriguing coil of flowery citrus he nearly missed on the warming breeze. It was so, so faint, but decadent and alluring in a way that made the master of toxins cautiousâmost poisons tasted sweet, after all.Â
You pulled your head back, shrinking down the slightest bit with your ears flattened against your skull. Your eyes, wide as a full moon, stared up at him, expectant. The touch of your hands on him never left, though.
âBrassavola nadosa.â Sukuna tilted his head. âYou smell like it.âÂ
You blinked curiously, relaxing. âIs that so?âÂ
We don't have that orchid in the garden. Sukuna hummed and lifted a lock of your hair, catching another weak waft of the flower's faint scent.Â
It's coming from him, then. Hm.Â
âTell me again why you want to leave the palace?â Sukuna asked on a hunch.
And that hunch doubled down when you fidgeted with the cloth of his haori and looked aside.Â
âI wish to bear children," you admitted, shy and quiet. "To try, at the very least. Perhaps find a mate, too.âÂ
Children. You wanted children. After everything those sorcerers put you through for who knows how many years, you still wanted to mother a runt of your own. And you were willing to run off into the wild to, what, let some random man knock you up? Fill you with seed of unknown origin, unknown value, unknown potential?
Sukuna's ego flared. He leaned down to you, tilting your chin up to make you look him in the eyes regardless how small you felt in that moment. He deserved to witness you. You deserved to witness him.Â
âYou're not leaving,â he breathed, and he swore he could hear your heart break. âIf you want a brat, you'll get a bratâonly if you stay here 'n give up on those shitty thoughts of finding a sire out there.â
Your eyes scanned his face, tracing over serious lines and honest creases. Clearly, you searched for an answerâ
âHow?âÂ
âone that Sukuna didnât have. Or maybe he did. Perhaps he just couldn't find the words for it.Â
He scoffed and ruffled up your hair, unable to answer you. âYou're not leaving. Not unless I say so.âÂ
The first time he let you go, he left scars.Â
He found you in your chambers come early evening. Your tails swished and flicked as you sat amidst a nest of his robes and the missing linens from his chambers while you futzed over the embroidery of another haori, this time adorning the plain thing with the darkest scarlet one could find. Sukuna could already guess why.Â
Your being burns as wildfires do. Lively. Emphatically. Devouring more and more so long as the earth lets you. Yet where you do not lay ruin, you grant warmth and light in a divine way. Wildfires are not such horrible things if one stays a respectable ways away.Â
Your poetic nonsense irritated him to no end, but he fell enamored all the same; you spoke to honor him with every utterance of his name. You didn't try to kiss his feet nor did you bask him in complimentsâyou only spoke into existence that which hummed through your mind, unprovoked. It just so happened to be everything Sukuna liked to hear.Â
So when he found you secluded away, beckoning so sweetly with intoxicating scents of citrus and gardenia, what choice did he have but to lay claim, to give you the brat you so sorely yearned for? Â
You sensed him. Your gaze flicked to him, stoic and unmoved as ever, as the energy in the room built into suffocating silence, something like tectonic plates caught in deadlock, holding their disastrous energy, waiting for the right moment to devastate the world with a single, cataclysmic shift.
And of course, it was the impatient predator that moved first, setting a catastrophe into motion.Â
The hours blurred together.Â
Every minute of the chase was thrilling, invigorating, surprisingâyou were filled with tricks and traps, never slowing down for a second to think or doubt as the beast of a sorcerer pursued you through his palace, through the city below, and now into the looming forest in the mountains.Â
Admittedly, he'd gotten carried away. He lost himself in the rush of it all, the adrenaline and pure, destructive desire pushed his self-control into unraveling just the slightest bit; honest attacks tore through space and time, hoping to maim and cripple you if they were to hit. And, honestly, the way you avoided his attempts to strike you down enthralled him as much as it enraged himâhe was seconds away from unleashing his domain until a less-than-satisfying ripple of cursed energy tore across your thigh and put you down.
It was then, walking up to you, to his prey, that Sukuna remembered you weren't a sorcerer. Most would be able to stand and walk it off, maybe even heal with reverse technique, but you could only grasp at your weeping wound and grimace. Because you were not a sorcerer, you were a kitsune: a trickster, a creature full of mischief and void of cursed energy.Â
Yokai. Not a human. Not a curse. Not like the rest of the boring souls wandering his earth.Â
Sukuna pinned you the second you tried to make a break for it. Fangs and claws gnashed and tore into him while his hands strained to keep you down and rip those damn clothes free from your burning skin.Â
Mating's never a pretty thing when it comes to nature. Humans like you made it something more.
Sukuna clasped a hand over your mouth and forced his weight onto you, ripping reedy yowls from your core as you twisted and turned, primal mind urging you to run, run, run, don't make this easy, make him prove his worthâ
Rip.
Ribbons of what were once your robes fluttered to the ground, useless and unsalvageable. They were plain black, so unlike what you usually wore. You wouldn't miss them.Â
âMake this as difficult as you want, pet,â Sukuna whispered as he loomed over you. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat when you stilled. Â
âYou know how this ends.âÂ
His pants were pulled down while another hand wiped slippery blood against your pliant entranceâand that was the only warning you got before he pushed into you.Â
Where you should have screamed, you instead sighed. Your back arched off the ground like a work of art. Two hands gave up on holding you down in favour of gripping your waist and hips, pulling you closer to him, forcing you flush against his body.Â
He noticed it then: a litany of old scars and discoloured marks shining against your skin. Marks left by those who did not deserve to taste such a delicacy.Â
Unsightly.
Blood painted the grass. Cleaves and slashes ate away at those tainted scars, painting over the ugliness left hidden for too longânow, his marks would decorate you. Now, those hidden scars would mean something. Theyâd mean everything.Â
Yet Sukuna's selfish maiming wasn't fitting the bill, and your antsy-ness was proof of it. You tried for the last time to pull from him, but his grip tightened around your throat. You gazed at him, then, eyes so wide and hungry, eager to fight or fuckâwhichever came first.Â
He braced over you and nearly winced as he dragged out of your suffocating heat. A sharp snap back inside loosened you, the glide of blood and slick aiding him.Â
âI'll take you the way you need it,â he drawled as he built the pace quickly, already feeling his own obsession and excitement reverberating through his body, filling every fibre of muscle with electricity.
âThen,â he growled, leaning closer to your face. âI'll fuck you the way you want it.â
âMore,â you sighed, digging your nails into the pillow you had your face buried in while the beast fucked you from behind. Sukuna groaned in compliance and lanced into your guts deeper, harder, faster than beforeâyou were the only one that could handle the brutal way he let loose, and he was more than willing to indulge in that privilege.Â
The hands all over you rose to the occasion, too; one had your tails fisted in his ruthless grasp, rudely holding you still and pulling you back against his hips; another rested on the curve of your ass, only moving to give a sharp slap or to knead your soft, perfect skin; the last two held your hips in a crushing force, his calloused fingers digging into your plush sides and sharp hip bones like you might disappear at any second.Â
A sharp, sweet whine signaled the beginning of the end, as did the restless fidgeting and shifting in the king's grasp. Seeing you, a poised, powerful, mischievous being, come undone beneath him came to be one of Sukunaâs favourite sights, especially knowing it could only be because of him--only him.Â
He leaned over you, his heavy chest pressing into your back as one hand released your waist in favour of fisting in your hair and tugging your head back and out of the futon you so desperately clung to.Â
âAh-ah,â he scolded breathily. âNo hiding.â It was a familiar sentiment, one he had no problem reminding you of now and again. You had a horrible habit of trying to vanish when overwhelmed, after all.Â
âTerrible beast,â you snapped back, scoffing indignantly when the deep bassy laugh of the man rolled through your body. âHorrible.âÂ
âYou love it,â Sukuna growled back, grinning through every word.Â
Something about it clearly struck a chord with you, judging by how fast you choked on your voice and came undone, legs trembling and body tightening around the too-big intrusion. The king groaned and bit at your neck, licking whatever blood beaded at the surface in between rushed, hushed words of praise for you and your effortsâmost, if they heard the things he said, would call it out of character for the beast. Most didn't get to see beyond his raw power and crippling cruelty, however.Â
Sukuna grunted and spilled inside you, pulling you back by your hair, hips and tail to ensure he forced every bit of his offerings deep into your core. Your body rocked and twitched against his, accepting all he had to offer you at the end of yet another coupling, before he let go of your locks and let you collapse face-first into the futon.Â
He pulled out slowly, watching as every inch slipped from your abused hole before popping free and uncorking a dribble of whiteness from inside. He tutted and scooped it up with two fingers before stuffing it back in.Â
âOi, oi, are you even trying to keep it in?â He teased, smirking as you huffed.Â
âYou've exhausted me. I have no energy to attempt the impossible,â you lamented, nuzzling your nose further into the soft sheets smelling of cedar and fresh bloomsâsomething so uniquely Sukuna.Â
Your king sighed and gave your ass a firm few pats. âGuess I'll have to spoil you even more.â He settled onto his back and easily pulled you onto him, yanking you up to straddle his waist right where that second mouth laid open and eager to taste you.Â
âThis is uncouth,â you sighed. But you rocked back against the thick, heavy tongue pressing into your pliant heat, licking deep into you with a mind and hunger of its own.Â
âSeems couth enough for you,â he commented, watching you ride his centre with rapt attention. âLittle harlot's getting off on this, hey? Such a needy little brat.âÂ
His hands smoothed up and down your legs and sides as you shamelessly chased a second high. Your hands clasped over his as he took you into his hand and stroked you back to ample stiffness, the soreness of too many rounds of fucking making you far too sensitive to touch.Â
âS-Sukuna-sama,â you stammered. âI can'tââ
Sukuna's head tilted with a pleased smirk. âHo? I thought you wanted to bear children? Are my offerings not enough for you?âÂ
You scrunched your face up into something of a prissy glare, but the shine clinging to your lashes and the shuddering of your body against his betrayed your crumbling demeanor. Of course, he was impressed with how his fox was fairing considering everything he put you through.Â
He maneuvered you onto your back, grinning as you growled and weakly struggled against him. You looked perfectâstomach swollen, hair fanned out behind you, eyes teary but unable to tear away from the creature thatâd tormented you for hours upon hours with no desire to give you a break.Â
âGreedy god,â Sukuna lamented. One hand came to rest on your bruised neck again, fitting around so perfectly. âNothingâs ever fucking good enough for you.âÂ
âYou are.âÂ
That gave Sukuna pause. He stared down at you, all eyes looking over you with rapt attention as he tried to think. Tried to understand. Tried to parse those words and uncover what exactly you tried to convey.Â
But it didn't click.Â
âTch. You're lucky I'm a generous god,â he scolded, releasing you from your torment in favour of collapsing down beside you for some much-needed rest. Not only did your beautiful body wear him out (not that he'd admit it), but your whimsical words wore his sanity thin. The worst part was you didn't even intend to damage him so.Â
âI am truly honoured to merely be in your presence,â Your voice, light and dreamy as petals fluttering, laughed, and Sukuna's soul did something odd.Â
He stared at the ceiling as you shuffled beside him, quickly returning to his side, donned in one of his haori and determined to make a comfortable nest of blankets and clothes around you both for the rest of the nightâah, morning? Huh. What an ordeal.Â
You curled up next to him, shoving your back firmly against his side the way you often did when resting as a fox, and Sukuna huffed.Â
âTurn to me,â he commanded, and you obeyed.Â
He, too, turned to face you to envelope your lithe form with invincible arms and divine protection. Your soft purrs rolled through him, settling his wild spirit into a lazy tempo of an early morning stroll through a garden filled with one sort of white orchid:Â
Brassavola nadosa. âLady of the Night.â Your calling card. Your divine essence.
"Brassavola nodosa (Lady of the Night) is a medium-sized epiphytic or lithophytic orchid species boasting extremely fragrant flowers throughout the year. The blossoms, 4 in. across (10 cm), emit a citrus fragrance at night. Each flower features long, slender, pale green or creamy-white sepals and petals and a large, heart-shaped lip sometimes adorned with purple or dark red spotting." - gardenia.net
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I just know for a fact that while Stiles is still majorly crushing on his girl best friend, he continuously pokes her just to annoy the fuck out of her and get a reaction (even if it's very negative, anything counts), but deep down, he also really enjoys any physical contact, no matter how much or how little. I JUST LOVE THAT SILLY LITTLE GUY
PLEASE OKAY, this is going to be a whole thing now ~ i also literally took this way off book and just kept writing but please i agree 10000000% with your idea, clearly! also didn't expect to get an 18+ warning here but the last paragraph is not for minors!
it doesn't help that this beautiful specimen has too much energy; he is constantly moving, and the need to touch and feel becomes a necessity once he finds himself absentmindedly gravitating closer to you at every minuscule opportunity. and to an extent... you know that it is his language of needing comfort, a silent plea for grounding; so you allow the way his shoulder or thigh sits against yours at the lunch table, or how he steadies himself with his hand on your shoulder as he reverses the jeep. at the cinema, you even reached out to hold his hand when you noticed how he fidgeted with a fraying piece of string from the hem of his lacrosse hoodie.
you gave stiles comfort, and the schoolboy crush he had developed since he was fourteen only grew more rapidly. with this comfort came confidence - and his hands, or any part of his body, always found a way to be near you. he remembers clearly when the wind had been wild during one night of a lacrosse game, he watched as you pulled your coat closer to your shivering frame, but he focused more on tucking loose strands of hair back and away from your face. stiles' knuckles were so delicate as they caressed the velvet skin of your cheek as they rose from your smile and he knew in that moment that he never wanted to be apart from you again.
stiles so easily gains happiness from the small squeal you make as his fingers jab gently into your sides - how you'd jump, squirm, laugh at the ticklish sensation that shook your frame and he adored the sound. to no end. it was a reaction that fuelled him but even when the moment drew an annoyed sigh or slap away of his hands, he kept going - absorbing your energy, hearing your voice, feeling your hand against the sensitivity of his skin is what made his heart swell more for you.
when you hug him - man, he can hear angels sing, he can feel his body ignite with warmth as his blood courses with a shot of serotonin that would last hours. stiles would react immediately as his arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling your body close to his, his nose gently nuzzling against your temple. he would never feel more content than in these fleeting moments of an over-loving heart that brought butterflies alive within his chest. these were moments of pure happiness.
then, you had moments of pure angst. ones that caused his eyes to sting, and his heart to act in a completely different way - it would ache, a heaviness that clenched and twisted, that left the boy in pain. your fists were balled as they pounded at his chest, the sound of your cries piercing through his ears as he felt each fist clash with much more dismay than he thought possible. an argument, a fight, a case of miscommunication and anguish that led to two souls falling apart. stiles let you go as he stood still and your hands continued to push and pull at his chest, until he felt scared... he would do anything for you, even if it meant that he would break, but the possibility of losing you was much worse. so he would grab your wrists gently, enough to stop you as he peered into your watery eyes. he was on the verge of tears himself before he pulled you to him as close as humanly possible and he held you. tight. until the cries ceased, and your trembling arms held him back.
it was straight out of a romantic comedy the first time he kissed you. stopping you in the middle of talking, his willpower to control himself slowly sinking away until he thought 'fuck it'. you were shining so bright, epitomising the sun and he loved it. he leaned across the small space between you both as you sat in the jeep, his hands grabbing at your cheeks as his lips pressed to yours. he was so gentle with you, as if one ounce of roughness would break your delicate composure. you were gorgeous, porcelain fragility in the palm of his hands and he wanted to treat you so well, so right. the prodding of one's tongue, a moment in which was so whimsical neither could remember who initiated it, however, it was a moment indeed that sealed every emotion that was bubbling within the boy. the depth and caressing, the dance of tongues and harmonious rhythm as you both moved... it was his favourite touch, by far.
stiles felt both at ease and completely on edge when he was inside of you. a strange concoction of a racing heart that was utterly peaceful, the sensation of running a marathon and taking a well-earned deep breath, melting from a fiery heat whilst also chasing cooling tranquillity. the way you hugged every vein and ridge as he plummeted into you, over and over again, was a dizzying effect. his fingers digging into your exposed skin as he held you so close - one unit moving together over plaid bedsheets, friction burning against his skin as you soothed it with wandering hands that covered every inch of him without fault. his lips dragged lazily as he panted, your neck, your chest, your lips, swelling with purple-pink hues. nothing could beat the feeling of having you fall so beautifully apart around him.
stiles stilinski's love language is touch, abso-fucking-lutely.
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How to Keep Yourself From Editing As You Write
Not to say there's anything wrong with editing as you write, but if you want to stop yourself and find you can't, here are some tips.
1. Write longhand or on a typewriter.
Not only is it more difficult to edit as you write, changing mediums can help you establish new habits.
2. Try one of the many writing apps that come with features that discourage editing.
Cold Turkey Writer won't let you close the window until you reach a certain number of words. The Most Dangerous Writing App will delete all your progress if you stop typing. And I know there are at least a few apps that disable the backspace key.
3. Set a timer and a word-count goal.
This relies a bit on willpower, but the timer really helps. I talk about the specific process I use in this post.
4. Take a break from reading writing advice.
While you canât ever âun-knowâ what youâve learned, itâs especially difficult if youâre constantly absorbing critical information while at the same time trying to be creative. Give your right brain some space. Go outside, read fiction, paint or draw. Get away from your Tumblr feed. Turn off the internet while you write.
5. Practice, and be patient.
Youâve developed a habit of editing-while-writing and it will take some time to reverse it. Give yourself short practice sessions of not editing: Try to write 50 words without editing. Do some timed freewriting. Think of it as a muscle that needs to be exercised to get stronger.
Hope this helps!
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VII. CHARIOT UPRIGHT: Control, willpower, success, action, determination REVERSED: Self-discipline, opposition, lack of direction, powerlessness
the human centipede could've worked for this card but i literally just drew it for another so dirt bike it is
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