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chilkookiepal · 29 days ago

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Man In Suits

(Salesman x female!reader)

Summary:: you come across a stranger twice before agreeing to a game , you win big but what of the losses you take at unclarified stakes

warnings ! age gap ,stalking ,manipulation,mentions of married saleman ,detailed smut scenes, violence , there's more to come so i will edit this part<3

MNDI!

Part 2

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He is a nameless man but he knows you, he did his homework and so he knows all there is to know of you

YN LN

Age 22

Born to immigrant parents with no form of recorded identification, well you technically do but for an adult you are a pathetic case , stuck in a foreign country without a penny to your name, not a polite plan but your useless parents love you , right YN?

no?

Well then , you're fucked

It honestly doesn't matter because you are easily just another piece of disposable trash, a useless gullible thing and a walking target for all that could eat alive a weak thing as yourself but you might have had the angel of luck on your shoulder to have stood in that same store as him on that damned day

it was just something about you , you had too much potential, in fact you were so pathetic he could see you in the game uniform the moment he laid eyes on you , way before even knowing your name but he is and always has been a meticulous character so he stood, patiently, kept his face from recoiling as you nearly got on your knees to beg for the vacant position in a disgusting store without a clue that he was cracking his neck to slap the lights out of the store owner right behind that counter

Is this all you can get for yourself

he judged harshly with a sense of superiority as he observed you already making you a mental profile

He wonders if you even took time to research this sorry excuse of a store in all your desperate glory ,did you know of the two male companions that assisted this sleaze behind the counter in keeping the store dead as it was ,did you know that they could be far worse than the slimy pig who is just dying to fuck you, he tugs at your arm to let out with an even slimier tone

"I will call you on Monday, I promise"

and he winks

that was it ,all it took for you to leave your number there on a piece of paper

he isn't even looking for the fractures in humanity at this point and just like all the people who end up in that dumpsters , you too look like a victim of your own choices ,like trying to mix yourself with low lives who don't even try to hide the fact that they are salivating at the mounds of flesh that spill from the top of your dress

that is where he draws the line between himself and humans , humans like you and them , he is not rooted in excess and somewhere at the core of his values he really believes that his innate human desires do not control him

you have some tricks up your sleeves he will give you that , you really had not notice him stood behind you this entire time and like the user you are you turned to face him , a scowl taking over your features as you bump into him , you take a good look at him ,

Crisp suit and not a hair out of place, he looks put together , far handsome than any man in this hell hole but the briefcase in his hand makes you want to scoff for this particular part of town and you conclude that the man is probably another pretentious bastard who belongs right where he's shopping ,staring for a second before you are pulled back to reality by the sound of your potential boss' voice telling you to make room for the customer making you mutter a simple sorry as you brush past the man whose face is housing a faux smile

Cold eyes that give nothing at all staying glued to yours , your face and never below your chin , that was easily a new with a man , especially in this part of town but then again he could just be a Jehovah's witness , those can be fun to mind fuck

you sway your hips in a hypnotic manner feeling the store owners eyes on you all the way through that exit , you were pathetic yes , not dumb...you knew that you were never going to get hired and if he called you back he would just be looking to get his dick wet

the patient man ,stood in his suit staring dead into the eyes of the man behind the counter with that faux smile that never meets his eyes, he lays flat a greeting to the man across him commanding the man's attention and when his eyes fall on the man in front of him it takes him a moment to respond but suited man with his practiced smile lays an offer just as the slimy man parts an inch of his mouth to speak

"Would you be interested in playing a game with me ?"

"What..." he scoffs as he puffs out his chest and gives an insulting look that could easily match his follow up words

"sir , a game ?...-''he lays his hand on the surface counter and laughs slightly ridiculed ''do you think this place runs on ''games '', mmhm? whatever makes you think i have the time to play some stu-''

''Seo Davis,''the salesman smiles bringing the man to a halt for a second , he watches him intently and waits for him to get ready to speak again and just like those games he enjoys so well , as the guy opens is mouth to speak the suited man speaks ''age :42 ,You're drowning in debt... 2.3 million total with 70 percent of your store losses going to the loan sharks ,and that is not even a brink of your financial problems Mr Seo, Creditors are circling, waiting to pounce.., but ten again by the time they get here this place will be a shell of what it never was -'' he quirks an eyebrow ''you know why? You're already so desperate, paranoid and defensive...'' he laid down his briefcase , clicking it open to the man's eyes '' You'll do whatever it takes to survive''

he can already see it in the man's eyes , the greed unhinged ''So, Mr. Seo, tell me... Are you ready to play a new game? One where the stakes are high, but the rewards are higher?'' with a gulp from the man , he picks the red envelope and the quiet store had for the first time in a while the loudest blend between ddakji slaps and the suited man's firm hand making contact with the store owner's face .

That was a month ago

you never got that call back .

over the course of that and this month you could feel the joys you had for life slip out of you as you sat through another gathering with your moter and the company of friends she kept , you had become another conversation , pitied and reduced to what your peers earned that you didn't , to your beautiful body that didn't necessarily go with your face , to your pickiness that left you single and unmarried for the rest of your life

you hid well , behind scowls and smart emarks back to your critiques but that night you felt crazy , your nails digging into your arm to draw blood and silence the mind , he had to admit , it wasn't easy to track down a person whose last records dated back to when they were just eleven years old , that was when your passport expired and you were still here

stuck in a country that gives you nothing at all

he had no choice but to find you , follow you around , you weren't that hard to tail once he abandoned finding you by the system , he could have found someone to track you for him but he was also always a perfectionist , preffering a certain degree of dilligence , if ou were going to end up in that dumpster he needed to verify that you were truly worthy of the title of honorary trash and that is how his research began , only three days after that store encounter

he had to work a little overtime and even then following you around had come to be the easiest routine he ever had to follow even though it at the cost of his personal fun time usually scheduled at local homeless parks , he didn't mind given thhat so far you hadn't come around dissapointing him

you had been so good for him , so easy to watch in a manner that your routines albeit random became of solace to him to watch you about in your wasted days

he could only trust that you would continue to do right by him and agree him to at least one game because even if you personally don't subscribe to any debt you still suffer the consequences of your parents incompetence

he knows that you know of their pending debts because you still go around getting slapped on the wrist with every chance you manage to drag your pathetic self out of bed , you are a defeated little mess and none of the burdens you carry on your shoulders are really yours , the game didn't discriminate

he studied you to be left with just another predictable case on his hands , he was right about you , he was confident in your potential but he drags a nervous breath as he stalks towards your slumped form in that train station's silver bench, crying

you were crying, good . he wonders if you'd look him in the eyes at least once , he had yet to see your eyes bloodshot and all watery , God , he needs to get a grip

,you don't see him coming , you only look to your left to see a familiar unsettling faux smile of a stranger you couldn't care less of , his signature sly smile reflecting back to you your vulnerability and desperation that he is about to exploit ,despite your attempts to protect yourself with a tough exterior you are surprisingly oblivious to the dangers that linger around you ,him included

he knows he has gotten you when you let that ounce of recognition keep you rooted in your seat with the escape of a sigh that leaves your chapping lipd

"hello miss-''

"No-no-no , I don't want jesus christ , infact if you come across him tell him that I don't want eternal life , I would hate to do this again , let alone forever''

you take a deep breath , closing your eyes briefly after you little melt down

he couldn't care less, you already strike him as an abrupt little thing , your vulnerability does that for you , you are simply defensive , if he had been here for the reasons your impulses accuse of him maybe he would have had to persist harder but then again he has so much better for you , his faux smile deepening as he questions

''are you okay?''

you divert your eyes from him looking at your hands that tremble slightly , he doesn't really like to waste his time but he dangles a tissue in font of you , this one is from the kindness of his heart and he gives you the time to collect yourself before laying out the big apple in that low smooth tone that should aid you in trusting him

"would you like to take a break from your worries and play a little game with me ? ''

''game?''

the briefcase clicks open the same time as you whip your head towards him ,a briefcase you have held at such harsh judgements laid open before you , a neatly organised compartment consisting of two square , envelopes? blue and red , cash , loads of cash...you should be excited , intrigued at the sight of the cash but just below it stares back at you a revolver , loud and shiny

when your glossy eyes go to meet the suit man your nose unintentionally scrunches at that casual smile of his , unsettling as ever as he speaks ''you could win really big and do away with your family debt in just three games , Miss YN-shii'' the man operates at such a natural robotic pace which just poses another blazing red flag in your interaction ,you know better than to indulge this stranger , nothing of him calls you to trust him but it's at the back of your mind that he made use of your name when he lays open between you two that briefcase of his , you proceed to ask gulping hard at the stacks of cash

''what kind of game?''

he smiles smugly holding two colored envelopes between his nimble fingers

''amongst these two envelopes , one contain the precise amount of the money owed by your parents and the other contains a penalty ,which one do you choose Miss YN?''

I haven't agreed to playing yet-

the thought is far from finished when he notes to you that time is ticking and you fold so sweetly under pressure , the meek little thing you are , ocd and eager to please would be caught dead before ever missing a deadline let alone disappoint anyone at all and so the salesman pouts

you are impulsive under pressure , you note as your hand flies to the blue envelope , it's bright that's your humble reason as the man's eyebrow shoots up , unreadable prompting a sight out of you as you await promised penalty while he opens the envelope

''oh -"

"what's the penalty " you ask voice barely above a whisper

the man's smile grows wider as he reveals to you a small paper that has you rolling your eyes

"Seems like you have won temporary reprieve Miss Yn, penalty has been reprieved...for now, you are left with two chances "

the envelopes change and you pick again, blue again and you honestly don't know what you are still doing here but perhaps you are at your wits end with all the doors shut to your face, you throw caution to the wind as you recall being rejected at a local strip club , they were blunt telling you that you were not what the locals pay to see , you scoffed and you have zoned out

The mans face turns serious and, you look angry , almost missing out on the fact that you won

"Congratulations Miss Yn ," in your face is a card written exactly 800k won and a bank card attached at the back, there is a crease in your eyebrows , questions swim there, doubt and suspicion too

"how do I know that you are mot just bullshitting me , what if none of this works?"

he slides a card towards you , triangle, circle, square and a phone number printed on the back

It's strange, too easy and you don't believe in angels or easy luck not for you, especially not for you of all people

"I give you 24 hours to bask in your victory Miss Yn, the details of your penalty remain on hold until then"

you are confused , cat really got your tongue and you stay puzzled even as the man bids you farewell

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you had clutched tight the envelope from the strange man for the rest of that night , barely slept a wink looking him up on the internet , it had started with the card of shaped symbols which lead you to preschool stuff , you so badly wanted to believe that maybe he was a preschool teacher but your wide awake senses rejected the idea so greatly your nose bled at 2am in the darkness

, you tried with the number as you further spiraled into desperation....NOTHING. When the morning came your feet carried you back to that train station , you occupied the very same seat as you had that day , you waited before you were seeking him , trails that lead you back to that store , or what you think to once have been a store , ashes and broken glass residing there, you seeked your surroundings for a strange yet familiar face until a part of you is convinced that he is just a fragment of your imagination , a byproduct of the immense stress and disappointment of you daily life

you wander and wander until you are stood in front of an atm , fucking around to find out , and find out you did.

your father's bank balance reflected back at you sums and amounts you would never even dream of ,800k as the man had said and you still couldn't believe it.

you could have just enjoyed it but you wanted the catch , a fault , anything to tell you that you were deluded,

you went home , you often thought about what you'd say you to your parents who sheltered you with all they could manage as you entered the threshold of your home , a tought that goes away as soon as you meet the joyed expression of your father who is somehow confident that he won a quarter of the lottery , he wasn't far off as it all felt surreal only , as he showed you a dramatic text from an unsaved contact

congratulations mr LN on your lottery win of 800k , your victory has been deposited into your account , enjoy~!!

you felt scared , you wondered if you had been baited to some illegal scheme that could lend not you but your father in prison

you prayed not as you went from confused to making excuses to deciding that you needed to contact the suit man , you dialed quickly the number on the card , it rang before a feminine voice greeted on the other side "hello, who's this?"

the crease of your eyebrows could only get deeper as you frowned

"Hello , may I please talk to the man...''you cringed at your tone and the ridiculousness of the situation , the realisation that you didn't even know his name ,''he wears suits and carries around a briefcase-" beep

the line disconnects before you are done and you try the call again, double checking each digit before pressing call , this time the woman get's to talk before you do

"I will pull your tongue out and wrap it around your neck until you die if you ever call my husband again.''

she didn't even wait for your response before cutting off the line

third time is a charm , you seem to be blocked as you are immediately rejected before calling it a day , not entirely though given that your desperation was venturing on the lines of paranoia ,it was a joyful day in your home , your father still convinced that he won the lottery which meant that you got no thanks at all for your efforts , not to be mistaken , you appreciated the heat of having to explain yourself or the mysterious money being removed off your shoulders but a teeny tiny list of reasons overwhelm you , for starters...was it a coincidence that the money had gotten to your father as a simple run into the luck of lottery, your efforts entirely discarded , you technically didn't have to do much for the money which is what posses the biggest threat to you right now , despite wanting to tell yourself that you won this money fair and square the rationed part of yourself cannot simply accept that life would just be so...giving? to you of all people...what was all tat about a pending penalty?

it's nearly 24hrs since you last came across that man,' would he have shown up if you hadn't gone to the bank ?

a lot of things were unclear as you laid awake for the second night in a row ,you needed answers that the chat assistant in your pocket could not answer , and so you slipped on your pair of slippers , you just wanted to clear your head and that path lead you to the opposite end of the subway from where you sat yesterday , even at these late hours exhausted people occupy the place , probably people with jobs to return from, you wonder if some may even be going to thier jobs and somewhere between your thoughts you get lost, your fingers becoming the object of your focus on your lap amidst the quiet noise of a busy station

you are strangely calmed by the waves of trains and the chaos of your mind is muted until the waves are blending with something else , clapping?

You lift up your eyes and you don't have to search far because right across you through the windows of a train stands a confident suited man who throws a familiar red envelope to the ground, you quickly realise that he is flipping the blue envelope on the ground before proceeding to slap the man across him, hard and fast

It's natural that your eyebrows crease as the man is handed some cash before the suit man is leaving up the stairs

you are even more skeptical of him but you still run after him as soon as the train departs and you risk your life with the hopes of possibly getting some questions answered

It's not really a surprise by the time you reach the stairs there is absolutely no one but you keep going, in your head you think you will just run into him and the idea makes your palms sweaty. The man carries a gun, he slaps people and.. -he's turning a corner down the sketchy passage

every part of you, rational is screaming at you but your feet still work very fine so you jog after him, he must have impaired hearing because you heave painfully and your slippers basically slap the ground beneath your feet loud enough to reach him, as you reach the corner you scan briefly before he's right there, he suddenly appears in front of you under the flickering exhausted lights and the familiar scent of his expensive cologne overwhelms your senses

at the first eye contact you make with the man you bow your head , contemplating your decision to case after him , you hadn't even prepared a what you would say to him and now all your senses were screaming at you to turn back

you have to talk yourself into staying rooted as he takes slow steps towards you ,the distance between you two is becoming smaller by the minute and you are actually getting scared because because the summer rain hits you without warning and his faux smile is nowhere to be seen tonight in place of his faux smile is a darkness occupying his eyes

you don't know if it could save your life but you bow and issue out a greeting

he does take a halt ,right in front of you , you are preparing your next words when he reaches for your cheek ,eyes deep and set on yours as he slowly backs you against the wall , the pad of his thumb caresses the area and you are highly aware of him and everything around him

you wonder if you look as brave as you intend to present to te man in front of you getting on your tippy toes to glance behind him and letting the fact that it's only the two of you here sink just as you decide that you are allergic to silence , the one he is presenting to you anyway

"do you live around here , ajushi?'' you continue to avoid his eyes looking around the area just to distract yourself from the fear bubbling beneath the surface

"I don't''

he doesn't beat around the bush as he pops out the biggest question

"why are you following me? YN"

the hand on your cheek trails slowly down until i's at your neck where his rough thumb massages in meditated motions on the column of your throat ,

''I wasn't-'' the hold on your neck turns not so gentle yet not enough to disrupt your breathing pattern , it's a warning just as the words that follow up

''I have an idea , you answer my questions , for every answer that I don't like i add pressure to your precious little neck

-with that , be mindful of what you answer miss yn, '' he loosens his hold slightly finally flashing you a formal smile , nowhere near friendly even with his full set of teeth on display

''so Miss YN , have you been following me?"

his eyebrows shoot up in an expression that makes you think for a second that he is actually adorable , only the hand on your neck makes you start talking

"'I tried to call you ,on the number you gave me but a woman answered and told me that I would be dead if I ever called her husband again"

he hums just as his hand tightens , you can for a second taste the faux courage exit you system as you try to gulp down the sheer panic bubbling up

he shakes his hand side to side ''that just won't do YN-

why are you following me ?''

''I wanted to thank you , my father recieved the money but I couldn't find you anywhere so I went to the train station for some air and then i saw you- you can't stop there ,he is so close to cutting your air flow

''I wanted to talk to you and ask about the penalty and why my father is convinced that he won the lottery , you walked too fast and I couldn't call you so I ran , I didn't mean to follow you''

you did it again , your frustrated meltdown thing and now you were crying , he should feel sympathy

but fuck you look far better than he imagined you would with your eyes all watery ,he's pushing and at the sight of your hands shooting up to where he clutches your neck adding pressure by the passing second you become quite aware of the nearest news headline

"woman , 22 found in the nearest ditch-''

"would you like to come with me or return home to live in the devastating shadow of the peanuts that your brother earns , hmm YN?''

he let's go of you and you cough violently shooting a glare in his direction as he reaches a hand towards your face swiping a tear before sucking the section of the thumb

you shake your head no and you expect him to be...well.. himself about the matter but he simply turns away to leave you in the pouring rain teeth chattering , you are not even sure where you are so you do the next dumbest thing , block his path

"t-t-take me - with you''.

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evilvillain123456789 · 2 years ago

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i woke up one afternoon to discover my body was transformed into that of a pig. though it was shocking, my family loved me despite this, and fed me lots of yummy slop. I lost pieces of my humanity with every day that passed, and I began to lose my sense of shame as well. This resulted in me often shitting where I stood, and blatantly going into erstrus when the time came. My parents, still believing me to be a real person, and not swine, were disgusted, and ashamed, and scolded me any time I "misbehaved". Until the day came along, one day, when my mother looked deep into my eyes and could not find a single trace of the human soul within them. I saw her turn around to the other room and heard her sobbing, though it elicited no response from me. Heartbroken, she had a conference with the rest of my family, and they decided to spare themselves the pain of having to look at me, and sell me to the Farmer as a meat pig. I went with him peacefully, aware of my fate, but not caring. The farmer did not know that I used to be human, so after I became fit to slaughter, maybe even substantially larger beyond that, he did so without ceremony. I was butchered as part of a special order, with my entire carcass shaved and washed, organs washed and placed back within, and sold to one man, who paid a hefty price. He brought me to his house after a long time spent in a, somewhat dingy ice chest in the back of his pickup truck, dragged inside, and cooked me in a large oven. My meat looked tender on the inside, yet was perfectly browned and crisp on the outside. Potatos and other starchy vegetables were cooked in the same pan, with a good amount of butter, as my body, the fat that was rendered and dripped off of me treating them well. When I was done cooking, instead of dressing me up, and putting me on a table, he put me and the cooking dish on the floor. This made me curious. I figured that he would be eating me, or a group of people, but thinking back on it, I heard no other humans than him this whole time, nor any footsteps. He whistled and called, and after some time an extremely large pig slowly slid itself along the floor into view. When it reached me, it didnt hesitate to begin eating as fast as it could. The man looked on. After about 15 minutes, the other pig had eaten all of me, even my bones, the vegetables, and drank all the remaining fluids from the pan, and my conscious had reawoken inside of its mind, all my memories intact, seeing things from its perspective, though I couldnt control its actions, and it's inner thoughts weren't aware of my presence. I felt my share of the pleasure that comes from eating ones own kind, and the pig sluggishly both in speed and manner made its way back to its pen, and fell asleep. I did too

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yanderefarm · 4 months ago

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could I perhaps be goofy silly and request skott bullying.........

skott x mean supervisor!male reader

hehehehehehehehehe

ok but the funny part is after you sent this i thought of something and i was like... no thats too far. censoring myself after what id already said.

a lot of the meaner bullying comes at the end. also. whore skott is real he told me

cw; violence, electrocution, nsft, bully reader, power dynamics (you're his supervisor), dub con because of said power dynamics? i guess

your pathetic, stupid, horrible subordinate had just come crawling back to you from aurum alley. again. it was one thing to screw the ipc on the deal to begin with, it was humiliating to have the video of someone under your command barking like a dog spread across the entire star system, it was degrading when your bosses chewed you out for his poor treatment of the xianzhou natives. to do it all again? for no reason? skott should have died to the amateur swordsman. that would have been better.

you watched the video of the man squealing like a pig, your face twisted into a scowl at the disgusting sight. fucking skott. you looked from your screen, the sound of his squealing still playing as you eyed up the man in front of you. skott had his head held low, clearly aware of how much trouble he was in. you tapped your boot against the ground impatiently as his squealing seemed to only get louder. your teeth clenched together as you suppressed all the cruel words that you wanted so badly to spit at him. finally after what felt like an eternity of the squealing, the angry silence, the clenching of teeth, you took a deep breath and calmed yourself down.

"there are a lot of things that I could say to you. there are so many words i could call you. i could fire you right now." you paused the video as you spoke calmly.

"p-please i-" skott started in his way that made you want to grind your teeth again.

"stop. i won't fire you. in fact i think you've earned yourself a little promotion." you gave a small smile as you opened your desk drawer.

"oh- oh! w-well thank you so much sir i-" he was cut off again when you put a heavy collar on your desk in front of him.

"you should be grateful skott, all this time you've been a stupid stray dog running around freely. you need an owner, in fact i think you've been begging for it." you gestured for him to come closer. skott's eyes went to the collar and then you and he swallowed hard.

"this is unprofessional i-i could report you to-"

"oh please. don't act like you don't want this. i see how you eye up my desk, how you examine the width of my office. i know how hungry you are to climb the ranks." you rapt your fingers against your desk, each soft thud against the desk like another rock against a glass door. "you would sell out your girlfriend and now you're not going to play dog with me? just think, skott. you could be a good doggy for a few months and gather all this evidence of my HR violation. maybe they'd reward you with my position. with my office."

each word is like music to the power hungry idiots ears. if he had any brain he might stop and think for a second about why you're so willing to put your job on the line just to get your rocks off. of course dogs aren't smart enough to think. just like you expected skott moved to your side of the desk. before you could even open your mouth to tell him to he got on his knees in front of you. he wanted this so bad, its evident behind his golden eyes. his desire. his need. you reached down and pulled away his stupid glasses exposing his soul to your cruel gaze.

"good boy." you coo at him as you grabbed the collar.

skott didn't reply but his cheeks were red and his eyes closed in anticipation. you wasted no time clasping the black collar around his neck. a soft gasp leaving his lips as it adjusted itself to fit him perfectly, you hummed in approval. one of your hands moved from his neck to his hair and you ran it through the surprisingly soft locks. you sat there petting him for a minute, his head naturally moving to rest on your lap. you could already see the wheels in his head turning around how to bring your downfall. he's kind of cute when he's not talking. maybe instead of just ruining his life you really could train him to be a good obedient doggy.

the best start would be to break his already weak spirit. your fingers stopped in his hair and you pulled on it hard causing his eyes to shoot open as a yelp left his lips. you clicked your tongue at him before shushing him.

"don't be noisy doggy." you cooed as you guided his head from your lap to between your legs. one of your legs rested on his shoulder, the heel of your boot digging into his back.

the expression of embarrassment and disbelief that painted his face was so cute you found it hard not to laugh. he had opened his mouth to try to say something but clearly the words were lost on him as he stumbled over various exasperated sounds. yeah he's cute until he opens his stupid mouth. you pushed his head down onto your bulge, his hung open lips finding place around the outline of your shaft. a whimper left his throat but he didn't complain again, in fact you didn't even need to tell him what to do. his mouth so naturally began to move along your bulge, tongue pressing against your uniform all too eagerly. you couldn't help but wonder how many times had he done this? how often did pretty little skott drop to his knees for a promotion?

"you're such a fuckin slut." you groaned at him, your tight grip on his hair pushing his head down until you could feel his nose press against your belt. "who did you fuck to get here skotty? i might get jealous if i find out you're someone else's dog too."

skott tried to answer but you didn't let him up. instead your free hand began to undo your belt as you made him drag his tongue along your massive length. when his lips met your tip resting against your thigh he sucked greedily on it. it was hard to tell if the spot that formed was your precum or his drool. you moaned as you pulled your belt free and discarded it on the floor.

"slut."

skott didn't even look embarrassed anymore, more dazed and hungry if anything. you let his head go expecting to hear him complain about how inappropriate this was, or maybe defend himself from being called a slut. he didn't. he sat there patiently waiting for you to pull your cock out. fuck it was hot. you undid your pants and pulled down your underwear enough for your cock to spring free. you slapped the tip against his cheek and all too eagerly skott attempted to take it in his mouth. you gripped his hair again and held him still.

"beg, doggy." you ordered before the desperate whore got the taste of your cock.

"i-i.. uh.. pl-" you cut off his pathetic yammering with a harsh tug to his hair.

"doggies don't talk." you reminded him. it was funny the way his dazed, cock hungry eyes refocused into shock and confusion.

he started whimpering. he started whimpering way too easily and way too dog like. he really was some kind of kinky pervert who got off on being treated like a dog wasn't he? did he keep picking fights so that he would be publicly humiliated? what a pervert. his tongue hung from his mouth in between his all too accurate whimpering. you decided to humor him, waiting for his tongue to hang out again before you pressed your tip against it. the moment your cock touched his tongue he took it in his mouth so eagerly, his warm wet mouth closing tight around you as his tongue circled your tip. he knew how to give head. not just knew about it, he was good at giving head.

"jesus you really are such a fu-fuckin whore" you thought you could keep your composure but he was too good at this.

he took your cock back to his throat and he gagged on it a little bit before he relaxed and took your whole length down his throat, his nose pressed against your skin. then he pulled his head back and sucked and licked at your tip again. as he began the process of bobbing his head up and down he let his teeth ever so lightly brush against your skin. it was like a pornstar. he even sounded like a pornstar, the wet sound of your cock pounding into his face, the moaning that accompanied it, and the delightful sound of him always gagging a little bit. he pulled his head up, coming up for air as his hand wrapped around your cock and continued stroking your length as his swollen lips kissed the tip like he was trying to make out with it.

"fu- fuck skott you love cock that much..? you want me to cum all over your face?" you couldn't believe how quickly he had gotten you to the edge. your tip was swollen and red and dripping as skott eagerly licked up every drop.

skott didn't talk, instead he opened his mouth and pressed your tip against it while letting out a cute doggy whimper.

"inside, pretty boy?" you were met with a nod.

you reached down and began stroking your cock against his tongue as he eagerly held it open. he was even panting like a dog. you grunted as your cum finally sprayed across his tongue and into his mouth. you were gonna tell him to swallow after you caught your breath but he didn't need to be told. you watched skott's adams apple bob as he swallowed hard before opening his mouth again to show you it was empty.

"where... where the fuck did you learn that?" you could feel your cock twitch at just the sight of him, how messy and undone his face looked.

"i don't have to tell you about my personal life." oh god there was his smug attitude again. you let go of his hair and grabbed his face instead.

"you want to try that again, mutt?" you asked, regaining your composure.

"this was fun, i won't lie. i can assume "being your dog" will be similar things along with running errands and getting coffee. i'll begin saving samples of your dna starting next time." he was so fucking smug as he straightened his clothes and began looking for his glasses. "please try not to trash my office while you're still here."

you watched him put his stupid glasses back on and get up. you were stunned to say the least, surprised by his nonchalance and annoyed in equal measure. you were about to say something as he headed towards the door when he stopped in the middle of the room and turned back to you.

"oh i almost forgot you can t-" he had reached to remove the collar around his neck when it sent an electric current through his body causing him to scream and collapse on the ground.

you started laughing, his scream brought you to your senses from his stupid haughty attitude. you fixed yourself and buckled your pants, leaving your belt off. instead you grabbed the thick leather material and folded it in half. you got up and walked over to where skott lay twitching on the floor, tears in his eyes. you laughed again as you nudged him with your boot.

"oh you almost had me, doggy. i thought you were actually smart for a minute." you brought your boot heel down on his leg, grinding into him and bringing another scream from his throat. you smacked your belt against your free hand a sadistic smile on your face.

"im gonna teach you what happens to bad dogs"

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 6 months ago

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imagine logan seeing you again, pt. 2

logan x reader

summary: In his universe, Logan and you were in love. Then you died. Now he's in a different timeline and you are very much alive.

warning: some deadpool x wolverine spoilers. this takes place after the movie. under 1k words.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The street was typically crowded for a Wednesday afternoon, but the hot dog in your hand lathered away all the annoyance from being shoulder checked every so often. The first bite awakened your entire body, and you felt amorous joy. It was a mild weather day and Wade had given you the task of entertaining his new roommate. Logan stood in front of you, seemingly annoyed at the way you were ignoring him and making love to the wiener in your mouth.

“You eat like a pig.”

“Oink…oink…” you murmured, finishing the dog with another anxious bite. He looked disgusted and you amused, as he checked his watch. “Stop acting like you have somewhere to be, you have nothing going on in your life at the moment.”

“Aren’t you a bed of roses.”

Ignoring him, you wiped your hands off and tossed away the napkins. “So, I personally think this is a major waste of time since I gather, you’d rather just hit up a local bar and gorge yourself into oblivion. But I told Laura I’d at least try to get you to do something fun.”

Logan, being the ray of sunshine he was, grunted but then asked how the young girl was doing. “You didn’t have to take her in.”

The two of you starting, well, just walking. There was no real plan for the day, you just picked up Logan from Wade’s apartment and told the Wolverine he was going on a little walk. Like the good little doggy he was – of course, he didn’t appreciate that last bit, but he didn’t object to the idea.

“I honestly don’t mind. It’s nice having a roommate, she’s quiet though. She’s teaching me Spanish, so that’s nice. Are you hungry?”

“You just had a hot dog.”

“It’s called an appetizer, Logan…I know a really good burger place nearby.”

He said nothing and the two of you fell into a silent pace, Logan feeling beside himself. Even a bit ashamed for stealing glances your way. You looked just like her, you – it was confusing and ultimately, he wasn’t sure what to feel. At the party, he thought he felt something and when he saw you afterwards – helping Laura settling into your apartment, it had killed him. Seeing you happy, like you always wanted. In a small apartment, instead of a huge mansion with no privacy. The X-Men were your family but there had been plenty of times when you had confessed to Logan for some peace and quiet. It wasn’t like you wanted to abandon the school, the people you loved – you just wanted a place for Logan and you. As he watched that day, moving things around for Laura, he felt peace. At least, in this universe, you got what you wanted.

“Logan?”

He apologized. “Burger sounds good.”

The man looked conflicted, and you wanted to make a funny comment, observation but something in you decided not to. Instead, you stole little peeks, he wasn’t as old as the Logan from this world, but he had some miles on him. He wasn’t exactly hard to look at either with that whole hard ass guise to him. Wade had highly under played Logan’s attractiveness and what a petty bitch he was. This thought made you chuckle loud enough to gain a look from your companion. He asked what was so funny, you said nothing.

“So, what are your plans now that you’re anchored here?”

“That would be the million-dollar question.”

“I could hook you up with an old team of mine?”

“Absolutely not.”

You began to rattle off different occupations Logan could take up – line cook, bounty hunter, librarian. The latter piqued your interest a little too much with the mere thought of Logan wearing studious glasses and a gray knit sweater making you warm. “I would definitely read more.”

He laughed, maybe even smiled. “Not a fat chance.”

“A girl could try,” you shrugged, nodding ahead. The diner was in view and Logan followed you across the street. He opened the door, and you thanked him, slightly embarrassed that you were feeling some type of way. Horny? Yikes. Maybe. It had been a while and you hardly knew Logan but that might have been the thrill. Feeling silly, you lead the man to a booth in the corner and you settled across from him. The waitress came over and slipped menus to each of you. Logan asked for a coffee while he gazed down at the limited selection of food, and you asked for a Diet Coke. You watched Logan curiously, trying to guess what he’d ordered. He didn’t seem like the type to be experimental with his meals. So, a burger combo would be the best guess and you were completely right. When the waitress came back to take your orders, Logan ordered a burger combo while you asked for a BLT. He thanked the woman and relaxed against the vinyl booth, looking out the window as people walked by.

“Is it different?”

He answered with a quick no, and you apologized for repeatedly asking that. “It’s just crazy to think about other universes, other versions of ourselves out there. Would it be weird to ask if I looked the same?”

Logan stared at you and felt his heart sink. You were beautiful, you were but he could see the differences between the woman he loved and the woman in front of him. Your eyes were filled with energy, hair a lighter tone in color, skin darker – it was like he was seeing an inverted version of the you he knew. Here, in this world, you seemed more carefree, and he was happy about it. Back home, all you ever did was worry. He never really saw you truly happy and he wondered if it was because he had loved you. In this fuck of a place, Logan and you had never interacted. Your paths never crossed and maybe that’s why you were so content. He managed an uncomfortable smile and shrugged. “Pretty much the same.”

Your face fell as the waitress arrived with the drinks. Logan took his and sipped the coffee, hoping you’d move on. It had taken much effort to even look at you now, his heart racing so fast he wanted nothing more to do than leave. Like a coward, run away. It would be so much easier than facing whatever look was in your eyes – what answer did you want? What did you want to hear? Logan felt like somehow you knew the truth and that this was all just a ploy to extract it from him but then you smiled, and a nerve was hit. A good one that had Logan glancing out the window.

“I was hoping I’d have green hair or something,” you laughed lightly. “Oh, well. Green isn’t really my color. Listen, thanks for being such a good sport in all this. For that, how about I take you out for some beers tomorrow night? Unless you got something going on? Which we both know you don’t.”

No.

If he wanted to be a good person with his second chance he was given, that’s what he should have said. No drinks, no weird lunches, no stolen glances. He should have never agreed to even see you again, if he really wanted to change then he would have said no. In fact, he should slowly ease himself out of this friendship you were trying to establish, because what good could come of it? Everyone he loves always dies, his version of you did. Right in his arms, the last thing you felt was his warm embrace. That thought alone should have sent him packing but your eyes on him – understanding, the way your fingers played with the straw from your drink in anticipation and the friendly smile on your face, it was too much for Logan. How could he resist?

Was this a form of self-torture?

If so, he was in, but he was going to need a buffer.

“A few beers sound great, but only one condition.”

Surprised, you agreed. “Anything.”

Logan sighed. Deeply. “As much as this pains me, you gotta invite numb nuts.”

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sturnsdarling · 4 months ago

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boyfriend

{insp by @sturnioz au} smartand'mean'!reader goes to one of fratboy!matt's freshers parties, and has a run in with a boy that doesn't end well.

vibe check: violence, angsty vibes, nasty frat boy grabs reader by the face, fluff, protective!matt, aggressive!reader, descriptions of blood and fighting etc, smoking

1.3k words

A/N: this idea is based on this post that I saw. literally foaming at the mouth over this dude, they are THEM. also can you tell i have a thing for boys who will beat people up for you? yeah.

love and cigs, merc

The music was thumping against your skull, crowds of people around you as you moved your way through the party. Matt had called you about ten minutes ago, drunkenly telling you that he missed you and needed to see you, and after a good five minutes of calling him cringe and bullying him lovingly, you made your way to the house.

It was freshers week, so there was party every night at Matts frat, hoards of new, fresh eyed faces just waiting to be corrupted by the imfamous Sturniolo frat. It was awful, and not your scene at all, but part of being Matt's girl was participating in frat culture, even the bits you hated.

"hey, sexy, where you goin?" speaking of things you hated...a wide eyed fresher grabbed your wrist, pulling your attention away from the entrance to the kitchen.

You turned back to face the boy, brows furrowed in disgust, "not interested, dude, fuck off" you spat, pulling your wrist from his grip and attempting to walk away.

He was relentless, and shuffled after you, quickly stepping in your path and blocking your view of the kitchen. He cooed, grabbing your hands in his.

"don't be like that, baby, you're too pretty to be mean" He said, peppering touches up and down your arm.

you squirmed, pushing him off you with a groan, "I said, I'm not fuckin' interested" you repeated yourself as he stumbled backwards.

The boy chuckled, pressing his tongue to his teeth as a white hot rage of rejection washed over him. He came forward, grabbing your face in his fingers and squishing your cheeks together, his face inches from yours. Your hand came to his wrist immediately, trying to pry his gross fingers from your face.

"you fuckin' bitch, think you can touch me? embarrass me in front of everyone, no wonder you're here alone" He said, his breath hot on your face.

Out the corner of your eye, you saw Matt, charging through the crowds of people to get to you. A smug smile formed on your squished face as you looked back to the pig in your eye line, "actually, asshole, I'm here to see my boyfriend" you said, words muffled through your teeth.

"boyfriend, huh? who's that then?" The boy chuckled.

"me" Matt spat from behind the boy, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him down onto the floor with brute force.

Before he could even attempt to get up and fight back, Matt was holding him by his collar just above the floor, feet on either side of his hips, pummelling down into him, mercilessly clocking him across the jaw over and over again. The boys blood was splattered across the hard wood floor, and everyone at the party had formed a circle around the three of you.

You took a few steps back, shaking the feeling of disgust out your brain as you felt two large hands grab you by the shoulders from behind. You flinched, but as you turned, you were met with the deadpan face, but concerned eyes of Chris.

"you okay, kid?" He said, nodding slightly.

you nodded in response, "I'm alright" you said, following his movement as he ushered you behind him.

Matt was still going, he had lifted the boy up by his shirt, holding him inches from his face, "not so big now, are ya? puttin' your hands on my fuckin girl-" Matt was cut off by a swift punch to the face from the boy, the whole crowd reacting in sync

You inched forward instinctively, but Chris held an arm out to stop you, shaking his head, you reluctantly listened and stayed put.

Matt laughed, blood pooling out his nose and down into his mouth. Matt moved his hands up to the back of the boys head, raised his leg at an angle, and cracked the bridge of his nose off the corner of his knee.

The boy hit the floor with a thud, and was out cold almost immediately. Matt didn't stop, he laid a swift kick into the boys rib cage, and spat the pooled blood in his mouth down at the limp freshers body. The whole room was silent, the only sound being the heavy breaths of Matt, and a few small whispers about how insane he is.

"fuckin' freak" he said through gritted teeth,

Matt looked up from the boy and took in the sight around him, the entire party all gawking at him like he was a derranged animal. His eyes found yours instantly, a wave of relief washing over him as he saw you stood with Chris.

"take this as a warning to everyone in this fuckin' house" Matt yelled, turning as he spoke, "that girl..." he pointed to you with his ring covered, bloodied hand, "is mine... and if you touch her...well" he paused, looking down to the boy who was just about gaining consciousness on the floor. Matt grinned, baring his bloodied teeth to the room and gesturing with his arm down to the boy.

You moved out from next to Chris and strode over to Matt, wrapping your arms round his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His hands found your face immediately, pulling you deeper into him as he ignored the burning pain of your face pressed against his bleeding nose, your warm kiss acting as a soothing balm to his burning anger.

you and Matt were on the curb, after being instructed by Chris to go cool off.

Matt took a long drag of his cigarette, dried blood covering the bottom half of his face as his bruised knuckles bent on their hinges, his long, slender fingers holding the straight between them. You were leant on his shoulder, a cigarette hanging from your lips as you attempted to decompress.

"they all think you're insane now" you muttered.

Matt chuckled in response, shaking his head, "I don't give a fuck what they think", he turned to look down at you.

you shifted your head on his shoulder, looking up at him through your lashes, "do you think i'm insane?" Matt asked with a cocked brow.

you smiled, laughing softly, "yeah" Matts eyes widened slightly as he toked his cig, "but I like it" you added, leaning up to him as he pulled the straight from his mouth.

You captured his lips in a kiss, his cigarette smoke filling your mouth as you pressed your tongue against his. He let out a small groan, mostly of pain but also of pleasure, reeling in the way your mouth felt against his. You pulled away with a breathy chuckle, keeping his eye contact as you took a drag of your cig.

His eyes flitted between yours, slightly bloodshot and fluttery. You couldn't help but smile, he was so beautiful, even (especially) with a split nose and bloodied face.

"so" he grinned menacingly, "boyfriend, huh?" his tone was teasing, but his heart did a little flutter as he spoke the word.

You smiled and rolled your eyes, looking away from him, "you're ridiculous"

"you're the one that said it, not me" Matt taunted, watching your side profile as it was illuminated by the butt of your cigarette, refusing to indulge him in the satisfaction.

You were so beautiful, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, and he meant what he said at the party and a thousand times before, you were his.

"hey" Matt said, placing a finger under your chin and moving your face to lock eyes with him, "I can be your boyfriend" Matt smirked, his words soft, "if you'll let me"

A small smile formed on your face, your eyes flitting between his in a triangle between his lips and piercing blue iris', you bit down on your bottom lip, "okay" you nodded slightly.

"yeah?" Matt beamed, raising his brows slightly.

"yeah" you nodded, smiling from ear to ear.

Matts eyes fell to your lips and in an instant, your mouth was pressed against his once more. Your tongues pressing and pushing against one-another's desperately as he pulled you up and onto his lap.

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jacaerysgf · 9 months ago

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Unsatisfied?

sum: requested by the lovelie; @aegonswife | You had thought your bedroom life with Jacaerys was great. But you overhear a conversation that makes you feel differently. With some help you decide you can make his wildest dreams come true.

w.c: 2k

c.w: sub!jace, choking kink, p in v, sub aegon agenda, miss kink?, porn with plot, not proofread

a.n: i had way too much fun with this 🤭🤭

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You clutch the book to your chest with a smile on your face. Thank the gods you had gone out when you did or you probably would have missed this. It was a book jacaerys had been talking about but he could not find it anywhere not even the extensive keep library did not contain it. After hearing him ramble about this book you decided you would set out in the morning as the sun rose and would spend all day looking for it if thats what it took.

It did take all day and you were exhausted but you couldn't help but be excited to see his reaction.

“Cmon jace just spit it out, i can stand to look at that pathetic look on your face.” aegon? jace never spends time with aegon. You are too curious to reveal yourself and lean against the wall. “It is humiliating.” “It cannot be anymore humiliating then when you wet your pants-” “Can you shut up!” Aemond? what was happening?

A long moment of silence befalls them before he lets out a loud sigh. “Whatever do you do when you feel unsatisfied with your marital… activities?” You feel faint and you clutch the book closely to your chest to try and keep yourself sane. “You are unsatisfied with your marriage?”

You are going to be sick.

“Of course not! that is a ridiculous thing to say. I love her very much.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Then what activities could you be referring to?”

“in bed.” you flush. For you, your bedroom life had always been more than pleasurable. You had not really ever considered he did not feel the same. “What her cunt too dry and loose?” “you are disgusting do not speak of her in a such a way.”

“then what is the issue?”

You await with eagerness and dread for his answer. You can barely even stand still.

“I have taken on the more, authoritative role in our bed, sure i enjoy myself very much but i,, i find myself wishing the roles were reversed.”

Aegon erupts in to a roar of laughter but you can barely hear it over the sounds of your rushing breath.

“You want her to dominate you in bed? jace if i knew we had so much in common i would not have teased you so much.” “You’re a pig.”

In your shock you drop the book in your hands and gasp, covering your mouth as the room goes silent. You rush to pick up the book as a chair scraps the on ground and run away. You swear you can hear a voice calling after you in the distance but you continue to run until you reach your room and shut the door, leaning against it and gasping for air.

You two begin to flat out ignore each other. You make sure to be ‘sleeping’ whenever he comes to bed, he always has to leave to do some ‘work’ whenever you happen to enter the same room as it. After about a week you get sick of this tip toeing around each other and decide to go to the one person you believe can help you.

“It is unusual you wish to speak to me. And invite me to tea non the less.” Aegon slides into the seat across from you and rests his head in his hands with a grin. “I need you help.”

“oh? and what could you need from little ol me?” You take a long drink from you cup, that is definitely tea and not wine, before you look at him with an eagerness in your eye. “If you were jacaerys what would you want me to do?” The devious grin on his face only grows at your words but he plays dumb and tilts his head, “Whatever do you mean?” “Do not play dumb with me.”

He leans closer to you, “Listen closely, he is probably a newbie to all this so i wont start you out with anything too adventurous.”

“First things first you’ll want to catch him off guard, none of that talking to each other nonsense. This will be much better than talking.”

Jacaerys head shoots up from his desk at the sound of his office door closing and the light metal chain shaking as you lock it.

“Wife. Good day.” He coughs into his fist as he begins it fiddle around with the stacks of papers on his desk. You say nothing and he simply stares at you with wide eyes as you make your way to him and around his desk to be standing at his side.

“y/n…?” He trails off, staring at you confused.

“He will question you assert your dominance immediately. Do not give in the opportunity to interject.”

You pull out his hair and sit yourself in his lap, he immediately grabs your hips and blinks at you. “Is something… wrong y/n?”

“Touching should be off limits. As well as him calling you by your name.” “Well what do you like your women to be called?” He pauses, looking away for a moment before he turns back to you, a light blush had fallen on his face, “He will not like what i like. Start out with something simple.”

You grab his hands and lift yourself up so you’re sitting on them and stare at him. “Its miss to you.” He lets a whine as he gulps at you, is this really what you’ve been missing out on? “If you're doing this because of what you heard please allow me to-” “Shut up.” You grab his neck, putting a little pressure. Not enough to even restrict that much air but it seems to please him as he throws his head back with a hum.

“Touch him merely but not his cock for now, if he liked you as much as he claims too simply your hands will be enough to rile him up.”

Your fingers unbutton his tunic slowly, using your free hand to rub at the skin that slowly begins to peak out. He lets out a couple shaky breaths as you open up his shirt and allow yourself to simply rub his burning hot skin.

“Do not rush, you’ll know when to move on to the next step, trust me.”

He begins to squirm beneath you as your hands trail down near his pants, sliding just the tips of your fingers just underneath his pants. A considerable amount of sweat has built up on his forehead as he shows you his puppy dog eyes. “Please.”

“Now you can finally touch him. Slowly, nothing too rough or tight. Tease him, you want him aching for you.”

you hands fully slide down his pants and slide your fingers gently down his cock, simply lightly grazing against him as he lets out a couple strained sounds. “miss.”

you fully grip onto his at his words and he jumps, letting out a soft moan, “miss what?” you bring your face close to his and let your lips gently brush against his. “miss please. Please touch me miss.”

“only reward him when you feel like he has done enough, this depends on person to person, you decide when you will give in.”

“beg me.”

you expect him to be a bit more reluctant about it. but he does not. “Please miss, ill do anything, miss please i need you miss, miss please ill be good.” you let out your own shaky breath at his words, you did not think you would be enjoying this as much as you are, but the aching feeling between your legs tells you all you need to know.

You stroke him slowly, and he presses his head against you, his mouth right next to your ear so you can let out every delicious moan he lets outs. He was never that vocal during your time together, he would always say he was more interested in hearing you. You cannot believe you had been robbed of this, hearing him whine and softly call out your name as he gets closer to his release.

“please, im almost there.”

“do not allow him to release just yet. Stop him, it will feel much better for him the more you deny him.”

At his words you take your hands away from him and merely watch as he whines and tries to pull his hands out, “no no no please.” you lightly knock his head, “shut up, i dont want you to so you won't.” he groans and pants against you as you wait for long enough for his orgasm to die down before you begin to touch him again. You repeat this cycle three more times to the point he had begun to cry, tears run down his face as you deny him once more.

“please miss, please ill do anything.”

“Now you can fuck him, go crazy, at this point you will not need any guidance, youll be so into it your heart will know each what to do.”

He whimpers as you stand his hands reaching out to grab you as he looks frantically with glossy eyes, “no no no m’ sorry please.”

He watches as you undress slowly, your eyes narrow as he tries to grab his own dick, “if you touch yourself i will not touch you for the rest of the month.” at this he quickly places his hands on his knees and grips them tightly as you stand before him naked.

You stares at you in amazement, no matter how many times he's seen you bare he seems to be just as stunned as he was the first time.

You approach and sit on his lap once more, he starts to whine as you begin to free him from his pants. “let me eat you.” you ignore him and pull down his pants letting his dick slap against his stomach. his hands try to grab yours weakly to stop you, “you haven't cum no no you can't, let me eat you please.” he slurs dreamily.

He has never once fucked you without making you cum on either his mouth or his fingers, usually both. Yet you slap his hands away and glare at him, lifting yourself up and alining yourself with him, “You’ll take what i give you don’t touch me.”

You don't even bother to listen to his reply as you slam down onto him and quickly begin to bounce up and down onto him. You quickly push your lips against his to swallow up his moans as his knuckles turn white as he grips against the chair.

“Jace.” “Miss oh fuck.” His lip dip to your neck and he begins to suck kiss lick bite at any of you exposed skin that he can leading you to throw your head back. “Touch me.”

He hands wrap around your waist as he presses his head against your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and suckling at it.

“Im so close.” He mumbles around you and you shake your head, “Not yet.” He whimpers as he sucks on your tits harder, as he tried to contain himself.

He continues to beg you to allow him to cum but you continue to disregard his own words, seeking out your own release instead. He has to close his eyes tight as throw his head back, adams apple bobbing as he forces himself not to cum as he feels you release around him. “miss please.” You do not let up your pace despite your own release and he can barely contain himself anymore. “cum.”

At your words you feel him burst into you, his white webs lining your walls and he screams as he releases. You brush his hair away that had grown stuck onto his face and press a light kiss against his lips, “Did you like it?” He nods weakly, his eyes barely being able to stay open, “You are the best women in all the known world.” You smile and stroke his cheeks with your thumb, “and next time, just tell me, dont go ranting to aegon deal?” “deal.”

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robinspinknest · 8 months ago

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Not my usual type of posting, but this is pt. 1 of what im dubbing "Too disgusting to be called pigs" (its corny i needed a tag tho)

in these next few posts i will be talking about how little human life is actually valued, focusing on s*xual violence, etc.

but first, just to start getting into actual the facts, what is sa? is it different than rap3?

rap3 is always sa, but sa is not always rap3

let me explain, the definition of rap3, lawfully, is:

"The penetration, no matter how slight, of the vagina or anus with any body part or object, or oral penetration by a sex organ of another person, without the consent of the victim."

while the definition of sa is more broad:

"S*xual assavlt is any type of contact or behavior that occurs without the explicit consent of the recipient. Falling under the definition of s*xual assavlt are sexual activities such as f0rced sexual intercourse, forcible s0domy, child m0lestation, incest, fondling, and attempted rap3."

"includes any wrongdoing that involves sexually touching another person or exploiting a person sexually, even if no touching is involved."

some sexual offenses include -

fondling the victim

f0rcing the victim to touch sexual body parts

penetrating a victim with a penis or any object that's not used for a medical purpose

some non-touching sexual offenses include -

indecent acts, such as exposure or exhibitionism in front of a person

making a person watch pornography

making a person watch masturbation or sexual intercourse

in short, sa only becomes rap3 once penetration is involved. but ive heard of the term "m0lestation" aswell, how does that differ?

m0lestation:

"Another term for s*xual abvse and assavlt, usually used to describe abvse of a child or helpless victim"

"S*xual abvse can happen to people of all ages, but m0lestation only happens to individuals under the statutory age - 16-18 years old, depending on the state."

"M0lestation is also used when incest happens by a relative, where a family member is a minor. Same as s*xual abvse, m0lestation is only seen as rap3 when there's penetration."

both child s*xual abvse and child m0lestation include s*xual harassment and unwanted s*xual attention such as -

unwanted touching in a sexual way

touching a child's genital area, or breasts in females

fondling a child

f0rcing a child to preform oral sex

penetration and rap3

s0domy

ch1ld p0rnography

indecent exposure

f0rcing a child to watch pornography

masturbating infront of a child

to summarize, "M0lestation most often refers to an instance of s*xual assavlt against a small child, whereas s*xual abvse is a term used for a persistent pattern of s*xual assavlts." though the terms s*xual assavlt and s*xual abvse *legally* are nearly identical.

now we know what rap3, s*xual assavlt, s*xual abvse, and m0lestation actually are by definition.

with that in mind, pt. 2 will be statistics on sa (tag will b featured in search on my profile)

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fattystoriez · 3 months ago

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Preston’s 18th Birthday Pt.2

Content Warning: Homophobic Slurs, Forced Weight Gain

The truck pulled into the driveway of the house Preston once called home. The suburban front lawn, perfectly trimmed and pristine, was a far cry from the trailer park slum they had just left. But something inside Preston had changed—he didn’t see this place the same way anymore. It felt sterile, clean to the point of being suffocating. He couldn’t wait to see how his daddies would look rolling around in filth.

“Alright, boy. Time to split up,” Travis rumbled as he killed the engine. His deep Southern drawl oozed with pride as he smacked Preston’s fat jiggly belly. "I’ll take care of one faggot, you take the other.”

Preston nodded as they exited the truck, his bloated body spilling out of his too-tight gym shorts and stained t-shirt. His skin glistened with sweat from the short walk to the house, but he didn’t care—he liked the feeling now. The stench of Travis’s trailer was all over him, a rancid musk that filled his nostrils and made his fat cock throb in his soaked briefs. He knew it would only get worse from here.

He waddled inside, his gut leading the way, leaving Travis to deal with one of his dads in the living room. Preston had his sights set on Vince, his adoptive father, who was always in the kitchen around this time. Preston’s belly jiggled with every step, the weight of his transformation settling into his bones like it had always been there. The trailer park had changed him, but the change wasn't done.

He pushed open the kitchen door to see Vince standing by the counter, tapping on his phone. The sight of his dad made Preston’s stomach growl, not from hunger, but from the anticipation of what was about to happen. Vince looked pristine, dressed in his usual light blue suit and pink button-down, looking like he was ready to entertain guests. His soft jawline and graying hair gave him an air of sophistication, the kind of gay dad who thrived on dinner parties and keeping up appearances.

But Vince didn’t know what was coming for him.

“Preston?! Oh my God… Preston, what happened to you? We need to get you to a hospital—”

Before Vince could finish the thought, his phone was ripped from his hand, and Preston slammed it down on the counter. “No need for that, Daddy Vince,” Preston growled, his voice thick with the same Southern drawl as Travis. “I’m feelin’ better than ever.”

The musk rolling off Preston’s body hit Vince like a brick wall. It was vile, a disgusting stench that made his eyes water and his stomach churn. But something about it was… intoxicating. Vince’s hand trembled as he tried to reach for the phone again, but Preston was quicker, his fat fingers gripping the back of Vince’s neck and pushing him toward the counter.

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, Daddy,” Preston whispered into Vince’s ear. “You’re gonna join me… just like I did with Travis.”

Vince struggled, but his body felt weak against Preston’s growing strength. His mind was hazy from the overpowering stink his son was giving off. His eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of it all. Preston had been a jock—a fit, handsome boy with the world at his feet. And now… now he was this bloated, slobbering pig.

Preston’s hand reached for the tray of cupcakes that were meant for his birthday party, the colorful frosting catching Vince’s eye for just a second before Preston shoved one into his mouth.

“Mmmph!” Vince tried to protest, but Preston’s grip was too strong. The cupcake forced its way down his throat, the sugary sweetness filling his mouth. He couldn’t stop chewing, even though his mind screamed at him to fight back.

“That’s it, Daddy… eat up,” Preston said with a cruel grin, his fat fingers grabbing another cupcake and shoving it into Vince’s mouth. “Time for you to join the family tradition.”

As Vince choked down the cupcakes, something started to shift. His body betrayed him as his flat stomach began to bloat, the buttons on his pink shirt straining under the sudden pressure. His smooth skin rippled as fat began to accumulate, his once slightly defined chest turning into sagging moobs that jiggled with every forced bite.

“N-No… Preston, stop… I don’t—” Vince’s voice was barely a whimper as another cupcake was shoved into his mouth.

Preston was relentless, forcing more and more cupcakes down his adoptive father’s throat. Vince’s belly swelled, his love handles spilling over the waistband of his suit pants. His soft jawline puffed up, turning into a thick double chin that wobbled with every chew. His perfectly tailored pants ripped at the seams as his ass grew into a sagging mound of fat, jiggling obscenely as he tried to squirm away from his son’s grip.

“Look at you, Daddy Vince,” Preston taunted, ripping off his dad’s suit jacket and throwing it to the floor. “You’re becoming just like me. A fat, stinkin’ slob.”

The buttons on Vince’s pink shirt finally gave way, popping off and flying across the kitchen as his swollen belly pushed forward. His gut was huge now, soft and jiggling with every movement. His bulge, once noticeable in his tight pants, had shrunk into a pathetic nub, barely a bump under the layers of fat that had taken over his body.

Vince’s mind was slipping. The more Preston force-fed him, the harder it was to think. His once clear mind was clouded by the overpowering stench of his son’s musk, and the sensation of his body swelling with fat. He could feel himself changing—his mind dulling, his desires shifting. He didn’t want to fight anymore.

“F-Fuck…” Vince muttered, his voice barely a slurred whisper as he leaned back against the counter, his now enormous belly resting on his thighs. “I… I feel so… disgusting…”

Preston grinned, grabbing one last cupcake and shoving it into Vince’s mouth. “That’s the point, Daddy. You’re one of us now.”

Vince moaned, his fat body trembling as he finished the cupcake, crumbs falling into the deep creases of his belly. His once clean and pristine self was gone, replaced by a bloated, stinking slob. His body was covered in sweat, the smell of his own filth mixing with Preston’s musk.

Preston stood back, admiring his handiwork. Vince was unrecognizable, a far cry from the polished, sophisticated man he’d once been. Now, he was just another fat, greasy pig.

“Welcome to the family, Daddy,” Preston said with a sneer. “My real daddy is taking care of Daddy Brent."

Travis lumbered up the stairs, each step creaking under his massive weight. The air of sophistication and cleanliness of the house made his skin crawl. It was far too pristine, too perfect—nothing like the life he and Preston were now embracing. The putrid stench of his own body clung to him, a walking reminder of the filth he reveled in, and he couldn’t wait to share it with Brent, Preston’s other adoptive father.

He reached the top of the stairs and paused, catching sight of the bedroom door left slightly ajar. From inside, he could hear the sound of music softly playing, and the faint scent of cologne wafted into the hallway. Travis grinned—this was going to be fun.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the room, his massive bulk filling the space as his eyes landed on Brent. The man was standing in front of a mirror, adjusting his shirt, the top few buttons undone to reveal his muscular, hairy chest. Brent was the polar opposite of Vince—where Vince was soft and well-dressed, Brent was a picture of rugged masculinity, with his bald head, thick beard, and toned body.

Brent turned around, startled by the intrusion. His sharp jawline tensed as he took in the sight of the hulking, sweaty man who had just entered his room.

“Who the hell are you?” Brent demanded, his voice firm, but there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He didn’t recognize the grotesque man standing before him, but something about him seemed eerily familiar. Before Brent could press further, Travis let out a loud, wet fart that echoed through the room like a thunderclap.

The stench was instantaneous, a vile cloud of filth that filled the air and overwhelmed Brent’s senses. His eyes watered, and he gagged, stumbling back onto the bed in shock.

“Jesus Christ… what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Brent gasped, his hands going to his nose as if that could block out the rancid smell. But it was no use. The stench clung to everything, and the room felt like it was closing in on him.

Travis chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made Brent’s skin crawl. “You’re ‘bout to find out, boy,” he said, stepping closer to the bed. “This is what happens when you’re part of our family.”

Brent’s head was spinning, the overwhelming odor and the dizzying sense of something being terribly wrong gnawing at him. His muscular chest rose and fell as he struggled to catch his breath, but his strength was fading. It was like the air itself was thick with poison, draining him of his will to resist.

Travis loomed over Brent, placing his massive, sweaty hands on the man’s broad shoulders. “Relax, big guy,” he growled, his voice dripping with smugness. “You’re gonna love this.”

Brent tried to pull away, but his body wasn’t responding the way it should. The dizziness was growing worse, and the feel of Travis’s hands on his skin made his body tingle with an odd sensation he couldn’t shake. Travis began massaging Brent’s shoulders, kneading the muscles with an unexpected gentleness, though the stink radiating off him never let up.

With every movement of Travis’s hands, Brent could feel his body changing. The definition in his abs, which he had worked so hard to maintain, began to soften, the firm ridges giving way to a layer of fat that bloated his once-toned stomach. His hairy chest, which had been one of his proudest features, began to sag, the muscles turning into soft, jiggling moobs that rested heavily against his torso.

“W-What… the fuck…?” Brent groaned, his voice trembling as he tried to make sense of what was happening to him. His sharp, bearded jawline began to blur, fat accumulating around his face until a thick double chin formed beneath his once-chiseled features. His designer button-down strained against the rapid expansion of his body, the fabric pulling tight as his belly swelled, and his love handles spilled over the sides of his pants.

“Just relax,” Travis grunted, his hands now moving lower, massaging Brent’s sides as his love handles plumped up even further. “You’re turnin’ into the pig you were always meant to be.”

Brent’s mind was a fog of confusion and disgust, but the worst part was… he couldn’t fight it. The smell, the sensation, the sheer wrongness of it all was drowning out his ability to think clearly. His bulge, once noticeable and proud in his black dress pants, was shrinking into a pathetic nub, barely discernible beneath the growing mass of his fat gut.

The buttons on Brent’s designer shirt began to pop off one by one, unable to contain the rapidly expanding girth of his belly. His chest hair, which had once been thick and masculine, now looked out of place on his sagging moobs, the flesh jiggling with every slight movement. His dress pants ripped at the seams, the fabric tearing open to reveal his hairy, flabby thighs and sagging ass, which now jutted out like a mound of jello.

Travis grinned, stepping back to admire his handiwork as Brent collapsed onto the bed, his massive body too heavy to support anymore. “Look at you, boy,” Travis sneered. “You’re nothin’ but a fat, filthy pig now.”

Brent’s mind was slipping, his thoughts clouded by the stench and the rapid transformation his body had undergone. He could feel the sweat pouring down his face, his body bloated and disgusting, but… there was a part of him that didn’t care anymore. The stink that had once made him gag was now… familiar. Comforting, even.

Travis leaned down, his face inches from Brent’s, and let out another rancid fart, the sound echoing in the now-filthy bedroom. Brent barely flinched this time, his glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling as the room filled with the foul odor.

“You’re one of us now,” Travis said, his voice low and commanding. “A fat, stinkin’ slob, just like Preston. Just like me.”

Brent moaned, the last of his resistance crumbling as his body gave in to the transformation completely. His designer clothes lay in tatters around him, his once-muscular frame now nothing more than a massive, jiggling mound of fat. The sharp features that had once made him so handsome were gone, replaced by rolls of flesh and a slack, dumb expression.

“Get used to it, boy,” Travis growled, patting Brent’s bloated belly with a satisfied smirk. “You’re gonna be livin’ in filth from now on.”

Brent barely registered the words, his mind too far gone to process what had just happened. All he knew was that the life he had once known was over, and there was no going back.

Travis stood up, leaving Brent to wallow in his own filth as he headed back downstairs to check on Preston and Vince. The family was finally complete.

The living room felt different now, it was heavy, thick with the smell of sweat, musk, and filth. Travis stood at the center of it all, his massive arms crossed over his bloated gut, grinning with pride as he surveyed his handiwork. His family was complete, and there was nothing left of the pristine life that Preston’s adoptive dads had once known.

Brent waddled down the stairs first, his designer shirt now nothing more than a few tattered pieces of fabric clinging to his flabby frame. His chest sagged, hairy moobs jiggling with every step, and his once sharp jawline had completely dissolved into a thick, quivering double chin. His eyes were glazed over, a dull look of submission and satisfaction etched across his face as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the room.

Vince shuffled out of the kitchen soon after, his light blue suit bursting at the seams. His fat belly hung over the waistband of what was left of his pants, and his pink shirt had burst open, leaving his chest and stomach fully exposed. His hairy skin glistened with sweat, his body now a mountain of fat that jiggled and wobbled with every clumsy movement he made. Vince’s face was slack, his double chin wobbling as he took in the sight of his new family with a dumb, contented grin.

Preston stood between his two dads, looking like a grotesque reflection of the man he had once been. His athletic build was gone, replaced by an even larger belly than his fathers’, sagging moobs, and thick love handles that spilled out of his overstretched clothes. His eyes sparkled with a newfound joy—he had embraced his transformation, and there was no turning back. The remnants of his old life were buried under layers of fat and the overwhelming stink of their new existence.

“Look at you boys,” Travis growled, watching as his creation unfolded before him. “All fat, stinkin’ pigs, just like me. Ain’t no goin’ back now.”

Vince’s once smooth jawline was now buried under layers of fat, his double chin quivering as he leaned in to press his face against Brent’s hairy moobs. He inhaled deeply, the scent of his husband’s sweat filling his nostrils and sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Brent, in turn, let out a low, guttural moan as he squeezed Vince’s bloated love handles, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Travis grunted, stepping forward to join his new family. He reached out, grabbing a handful of Preston’s fat ass, the flesh jiggling beneath his grip. “This is what you were always meant to be, boy. You and your daddies.”

Preston let out a shuddering moan as his dad’s words sank in. He felt complete, whole in a way he had never known before. His fat body was his new reality, and the stench that clung to him, the sweat that dripped down his rolls of flesh it was all part of the life he was meant to live.

Travis stepped back, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold before him. His family was finally complete, each one of them a bloated, stinking reflection of himself. He had turned them all into ignorant, rancid, obese, gainer pigs. And he couldn’t be more proud.

Preston, Brent, and Vince continued to grope and explore each other’s bodies, their hands sinking into the rolls of fat that now defined them. They were lost in their own world of filth and pleasure, their minds fully given over to the transformation. The remnants of their old lives had faded away, replaced by the primal, piggish existence they now embraced.

The sound of their moans and grunts filled the room as the family of slobs reveled in their new life.

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umathurwin · 2 months ago

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you know i love the thrill of the rush

jj maybank x f!reader; nsfw 18+

Summary: There’s a serial killer lurking around the island, and even though they’ve been sticking to Kook targets, you really wish your best friend would stop acting so strange. Is he on drugs… or selling them?

tags, warnings, and more on ao3!

“You’re wearing sunscreen, right?” JJ called from the back of the boat, and she wrinkled her nose.

“Yes. Mother.”

She kept her eyes squeezed shut but she knew he was glowering at her. “Well damn, my bad for not wanting you to get melanoma.”

The boat swayed under her, but as long as she wasn’t reading or wasted, it was quite relaxing. She’d jumped at the chance when JJ offered to take her out on the old dinghy to catch some rays while he did a little fishing.

She lay on the flat stretch on the front of the boat, towel under her to protect her from the wet fiberglass surface. The bikini she’d ordered online ended up having far less coverage than she’d expected—ideal for sunning and wearing around JJ’s sneaky gaze. It wasn’t too hot now that summer had eased off, his tunes had perfectly set the tone for their afternoon, and she was about to lull off to sleep.

Until a putrid smell hit her nose, and she curled up in disgust without trying. “Oh my God, JJ, what the hell are you using for bait?”

“Chitlins,” he announced gleefully, dipping the bucket into the water on the other side of the vessel to rinse the slime out.

She retched. “Smells a little too–” ack! “–fermented to be pig guts. Are you sure they’re not rotten?”

“No, I am not,” he admitted, reaching behind him for the pole and grinning when fish began swarming under the boat. “But if it works, it works.”

Unfortunately proving him right, the lure hadn’t been wet for five minutes before he was pulling in a gorgeous red drum. Small enough for JJ to easily wrangle onto the boat, thwack on the back of the head, and toss in the cooler. “Text Pope and tell him to rev up the deep fryer,” he announced proudly.

Y/N shivered, combing her hair back to tie it up out of her face. “Fine, but I’m complaining about the nightmare I went through to get it.”

“No problem,” he said. JJ reached in the boats seat storage, pushed aside a set of dark, crumpled clothes, and removed a roll of black canvas. He splayed it out on the vessel’s bench, revealing a row of blades, ranging from baby paring knives to needle-like filleters to thick cleavers.

She peered over the metal, coated in innards and blood stains galore. “Cool carrying pouch. Looks pretty handy.”

JJ’s head snapped over. “Did someone say ‘handy’?” he asked excitedly, and she demonstrated an aggressive, squeezing, pepper-grinding motion. “That’s traumatizing. Hey, dude, I totally forgot to clean these from last time. D’you mind washing these off with the Dawn in the glovebox?”

“How am I supposed to rinse them?”

Blink blink. JJ dramatically looked left and right outside the boat. “Surely that’s a joke.”

“The chum water?!”

He scoffed, rolling up the pouch again. “Fine. We can wait until we get back to the dock and use the hose there.” Then, after she turned back, “You’d never survive a trip with John B and I.”

“I’m not sure I’d want to!”

***

Y/N pushed open JJ’s front door without knocking. He wasn’t the type to lounge in the nude or masturbate outside of the bedroom, so she’d gotten used to barging in without any heads-up.

She toed her shoes off to the side and ambled to the kitchen. One hand pulled open the fridge and the other tugged her hair out of its knot atop her head. God, he needs to restock on beer, she thought, opting for a soda instead. The ticking clock on the wall caught her ear just as it passed 4:30. Her fingers drummed on the counter.

After knowing him so long, Y/N was more than comfortable hanging out at JJ’s house alone. She doesn’t intend to; if he’s out, she’s usually with him, and if he’s not, he’s sound asleep in his bed.

But that hasn’t been the case, as of the last few months.

Sometimes, like today, she’ll arrive at an empty place and have to make herself at home. More often, though, he was already there and randomly sprang up with a lame excuse to leave.

“Hey, I’ve gotta go run somewhere. I’ll be right back.”

Short, simple, and used a lot. It wasn’t exactly random, nor frequent, but always unexpected to her. They’d be watching TV together or eating a late-night snack and he’d get really antsy. Before she could ask if he was alright, he’d slip out and come back an hour or so later. JJ is a free man, he can come and go as he pleases, but she still side-eyed him peeling out of the driveway and wondered where he had to be so suddenly.

Y/N flopped on the couch, turning on the TV and setting it to Criminal Minds. Something post-Elle, pre-Ashley. He must’ve been out for ages, because the reruns had her in a deep sleep long before he returned to the house.

The front door opened, the wood crackling in the frame. The stomping noises that followed drew her out of the nap. Her first, panicked thought was that Luke was making a surprise visit before remembering the old bastard had disappeared to fuck-all Atlantic City months ago. It was just JJ.

She sat up on the couch, rubbing at her eyes to force the sleep out of them. “Hey, bud, ‘bout time you came back.”

When she adjusted to the light and finally got a good look at her best friend, she was left with more questions than answers. He stood dumbfounded at the door, like it wasn’t perfectly common for her to be at his house without him. What was even weirder than his demeanor, though, was his entirely-black outfit. From his long-sleeve shirt, to his jeans, to his lace-up boots. Was he carrying gloves?

“Bro, what is that get-up?” she asked, looking up and down at the clothes. He looked good, it seemed to give him a couple inches in height, but definitely wasn’t his normal look. “It’s stylish, can’t lie.”

He stared down at himself. “More subtle at night. You know how I hate attention.”

… Right. JJ carefully pulled the shirt off by the back of the neck and started shamelessly unbuckling his pants. “Can you do me a favor?” he asked, awkwardly sidestepping to the closet with his washer-dryer and dumping the clothes in the unit. “D’you mind getting me some, eh, brighter clothes out of my dresser?”

She nodded, skipping back to his bedroom as he continued awkwardly undressing. Any excuse to be nosy in his belongings.

The top drawer of his dresser had his undergarments, she remembered, but did he want any? She held the white t-shirt and basketball shorts in her hand, eyeing the drawer curiously before pulling it open. Wouldn’t hurt to grab a sock.

She found socks, alright. Along with hefty Ziplocs stuffed with white, flat pills, rocky snow-colored powder tightly wrapped in plastic, not to mention profuse amounts of marijuana in textured, vacuum-sealed bags.

Her jaw was on the floor. Hey, JJ liked to party, that she was well aware. But a lot of this stuff was out of both their wheelhouses, especially in this quantity. This was… this was the stuff Kooks did.

And that’s when it hit her. JJ’s a fucking plug! Duh, that’s where he was always going at random times—probably where he just got back from. Also why he started wearing inconspicuous clothing and why there’s about $5,000 worth of narcotics at her fingertips. She pushed the drawer shut without fetching any socks.

When she returned to the living room, he stood in his boxers, face softly illuminated by the nic between his lips.

“You look pale,” JJ noted around wisps of smoke. “Did you see the Victorian ghost in my room, too?”

“You’re funny,” Y/N stammered, pushing the new change of clothes into his arms and trying not to check his bare body out too much.

When she backed away from him like a rabid animal, he laughed. “No. Seriously. What sex toy of mine did you find in there?”

“JJ, I know what’s going on,” she spat out. How could he keep this from her?

His brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“Bro, I saw the drugs. I know you’re a dealer. Clearly with a clientele outside our tax bracket.”

The only sound between them was that stupid washing machine churning around his black clothes. JJ rotated through a few expressions (mostly confusion) before exhaling through his nose and grinning. “Guess you’d find out eventually,” he confessed sheepishly, eyes blinking up at the ceiling.

“Seriously,” she smiled back. “Why didn’t you just tell me? We’ve been smoking for years. You think I’m gonna judge you?”

“Nah, nah, just figured you’d turn me into the IRS for not declaring the income,” he joked, stepping forward to stick his fingers into her sides until she wriggled away. “Now, go pick something for us to watch while I go commando over here.”

“Gross!”

***

Good Lord, what has she walked in on?

Y/N dropped her backpack on the counter, untangling her keys from her fingers and taking in the view. JJ stood redhanded at the sink– literally, he was carefully holding one of his favorite t-shirts, a scarlet souvenir from their sophomore year homecoming game. The teal rubber gloves on his hands weren’t even the most bemusing part, no, that was the domed mask he wore in the comfort of his own kitchen.

“Question one,” she began, eyes flicking back up to his covered face. “Since when do you own dish gloves and N-95s?”

He scowled before realizing the stiff covering was taking the effect away and tugged it down over his chin. “Is it so hard to believe I clean sometimes?”

“Last week you wanted me to wash your Dexter Morgan cutlery with chummy water,” she said pointedly.

“Boat rules.”

“I’ve seen you make scrambled eggs in a dirty pan, and then eat them right from said dirty pan.” He had no retort. “What’re you doing, anyways?”

He bashfully looked back down to the shirt. “Got a little bit of a bloody nose last night,” he admitted, displaying the shirt and its tragic rusty splatters. It was pretty gruesome, but not shocking— she’s seen his face turn into a leaky faucet after a fight back in high school. If only blood actually dried red.

“And the PPE is for these dangerous chemicals I’m handling, obviously.”

The sole bottle on the counter caught her eye. “I wouldn’t use hydrogen peroxide on this. I don’t think it’s colorfast and it may bleach it. Do you have vinegar? You can scrub it with that, and if that doesn’t fully get it out, you can soak it for half an hour before washing it.”

He blinked and pulled the mask off his ears entirely. “Colorfast? What?”

Y/N lifted the soiled shirt and showed it to him. “The dye will bleed. Happens when it’s not high quality. Again, vinegar?”

“Uh, yeah,” JJ shook his head and reached under the sink for the dusty bottle of white vinegar. “How do you know it’s not good dye?”

“Because every white shirt you own is slightly pink, moron.”

***

JJ pulled open the door to the gas station, allowing Y/N to enter by ducking under his arm. The crisp air inside relieved their bodies of the humidity thickly swallowing the world. Goosebumps erupted down her arms and she rolled her shoulders back to shrug them away.

The cashier spoke loudly on the phone, entirely disregarding the two. JJ squinted at her; they’d gone to school with her way back when. Cass, or something. Her father owned the gas station and made her work some grueling ten hours a week, and she repaid him kindly by selling her underage Kook friends any vape they so desperately coveted.

He accidentally locked eyes with the cashier and pulled his sunglasses down over his face. Y/N returned from the fridge carrying an Arizona tea held tightly to her neck. “You look like a douche,” she said, lip curled in annoyance.

“I’m hungover.”

“You weren’t hungover outside. Just say you wanna look like a douche.” She perused over the candy options. “What are you getting? I’m thinking something fruity.”

“You’re always thinking about something fruity.”

“That’s homophobic.”

“How can I be homophobic? My bi–” JJ started, before Cass cut the both of them off.

“Do y’all mind? I’m on the phone,” she snapped, holding her palm over the speaker of her iPhone. “Sorry about that, girl…”

“Cunt,” Y/N whispered, grabbing a bag of watermelon Sour Patch.

The duo dropped their snacks on the counter, and Cass groaned. “Hang on,” she sighed dramatically to her phone, setting the device on the register. She lazily scanned the items, a couple drinks and some bags of candy. “That’ll be $19.55.”

JJ reeled, eyebrows shooting up from behind his aviators. “My ass. You scan everything twice?”

“No,” she said nastily. “If you can’t afford it, that’s not my fault.” The phone erupted in soft giggles, and Cass smirked as she picked it up and tucked it in her back pocket.

Y/N could tell he was itching to draw this out, and made pleading eye contact with him. He rubbed his nose with his thumb, reaching over to the multicolored row of Bics until he landed on a yellow one and wriggled it out of the display. He dropped it on the pile. “That, too.”

She rolled her eyes, scanning the lighter and reading out the new price, also doctored by some poverty tax she’d created on the spot. He paid, tucked his new purchase into his pocket, and grabbed the candy off the counter.

As they left the building, JJ loudly commented, “You’re right. She is a cunt.”

***

They made it back to his house with the snacks just as the OBX amateur sailor’s competition began, which unfortunately turned into local news once the sun set.

The sound of the washing machine hummed just under the television. It seemed to always be running lately, but she never paid it any mind. Sometimes it was a source of entertainment, like when they’d smoke copious amounts of weed together and watch the dark clothes swirl around in soapy water.

JJ grabbed the remote, turning up the volume until it got her to look up from her Switch, which she’d pulled out when the ship with the funniest name fell out of the top 3.

“Have you been seeing this?”

“... is still at large. Authorities state the killer has claimed the lives of six Figure Eight residents in the last three weeks. Victims have been found stabbed, mutilated, and even burned…”

“Some bastard is going around killing Kooks. What kinda fucked up world do we live in?” he tutted, re-silencing the TV and shaking his head disdainfully.

Y/N snorted. “Oh no,” she whined. “What ever will we do?”

“How offensive,” JJ pretended to scoff. “Don’t even care that people are dying.” He pushed his shoulders back, hands on his hips like a disapproving mother. “They can’t be graphic on TV, obviously. Y’wanna know what I heard the killer does? His techniques?”

Her attention to the video game disintegrated. “I don’t care about rumors,” she said, like she wasn’t tucking the device away in the coffee table’s underbelly.

“Rumors?! I have friends on the force,” he insisted. JJ has a loose definition of the word ‘friends’. “This is straight from the experts.”

“Tell me.”

“The killer sneaks into the house after cutting the lights. Locks all the doors so you can’t escape.”

He’s encroaching on her, face dark but a little teasing under it. “They say he uses some kind of knife, maybe a machete. Once he’s got you trapped, he cuts your throat so you can’t even scream. That’s when the disembowelment starts.”

His body eclipses any light from the kitchen behind him, leaving a shining aura around his frizzy blonde hair. He’s standing so still, but his eyes are fluttering all over her.

“Are you trying to turn me on?” she blurted.

His face brightened. “Does it turn you on? ‘Cause I have a Scream mask in my closet, and we can totally rol—”

“I was kidding!” she stopped him, pushing his thighs so he’d back away. It was always her job to pull the brakes on their banter, lest it go past a point of no return. “You know Voorhees is more up my alley, anyways.”

***

JJ scanned the e-ticket with the disinterested teenager working the booth. Another peeked into his backpack looking for firearms and waved him along without detecting the stash of blunts at the bottom.

He threw the bag over his shoulder and ducked into the festival grounds. His friends were already here– he was late, he hadn’t timed his tasks well, but at least they his favorite local band hadn’t gone on yet. He smacked a mosquito on his neck–so it begins. Hopefully Kiara brought that bug spray that smelled like triple sec.

When he caught eye of Y/N, she was waiting by the festival’s entrance, crouched under a tree. Her nose was buried in her phone, and he could tell when she received the I’m here text he shot her, because her head snapped up excitedly. She looked back at the opening act wrapping up, stumbled up onto steady feet, and jogged to him.

“Just in time!” she noted cheerfully. She reached up, throwing her arms around his shoulders and ignoring the sweat on his neck. “Ooh, you smell like gasoline. And…” She sniffed more, looking past the fumes and boy-smell. “Cut grass? Did you mow your lawn before you came here?”

“Kinda. Did some weed-eating,” he corrected. “I blame ADHD for the shitty time management, but I still made it and the yard looks decent,” he explained, lifting the base of his shirt to wipe the moisture off his forehead. When his eyes were covered, she stared dead at his toned stomach and the sunlight bouncing off the droplets collecting there. Why not, right?

“That took you forever. Did you get behind your house, too?”

“Behind the house? You want me to meet my fate with a copperhead? No, just had trouble filling up the gas tank without making a mess.”

“Copperheads aren’t lethal,” she muttered, then looked around at the food and drink stands. She nodded in that direction and he reciprocated, understanding.

Y/N skipped up to the bar, placing her hands on the soaking wet surface and leaning forward to get the attention of the shack’s manager. “Harvey!” she chirped.

“Hey!” the older man greeted, pouring two drinks for her without her even asking. “So good to see you. How’s your mom’n’em all?” They chatted, he waved away the cash she held out to him, and she beamed a smile before taking her treasures back to JJ.

But when she turned back, precariously carrying the two beverages, a large body shoved her to the side and she lost the top inch of both her drinks. She was ready to forgive, given the stranger admitted it was an accident, but this was not the case.

Local rich snob, friend of Rafe and company, Cole Parker. When he looked down at the shaken girl, he scoffed. “Out of the way, you fucking brat. Some of us can actually afford to buy our drinks.”

Her face burned hot as she scurried away, desperate to not catch the ear of any venue security who would dislike Harvey not IDing her.

“Hey,” she muttered to JJ, praying he hadn’t noticed.

The prayers were unanswered. “What happened?” he asked, still sizing up the situation. “What did he say to you?”

“Ignore him,” she demanded and shot a warning look. She pushed the beer into his hands. “C’mon, let’s just find Kiara and Pope.”

His hand squeezed the plastic cup into a misshapen oval at the sound of her voice catching. The tuning of the band’s guitars forced him to follow her, but he wasn’t ready to let this go. It’s unfair that he and his friends had to duck their heads and run whenever Kooks bite first.

Glancing back at the beer stand, Cole was already shouting at the young employee who brought him the wrong drink. What a prick.

***

Y/N thumbed the front doorknob, staring out onto her porch and the flooded yard. It was too dark to see how far the clouds expanded or how long the storm would last. She wished JJ was here– they’d hole up together in her room and watch House of the Dragon episodes, picking through microwave popcorn, jumping at the thunder until they both fell asleep. She let the door fall shut.

Her gaze fell down, attention grabbed by the front hall light’s reflection. A little ring of water had collected at the base of the door. A weary sigh escaped her lips– anyone who said they loved the rain never lived in a crappy house. She padded down the hallway to get towels out of the linen closet. It’s a temporary fix, but better than the water reaching her damn bed while she slept.

As she pulled the rattiest cloths from the back of the closet, the hall light snapped off, leaving her in icy darkness. Fuck, the stupid storm knocked the power out.

There was more towel than water at the moment, but it would pay off if the rain persisted. Once she was satisfied with the fabric arrangement she’d kicked around, her eyes trailed back up to the lock and deadbolt, both securely fastened.

Wait.

She hadn’t done that.

“Sneaks into the house after cutting the lights. Locks all the doors so you can’t escape.”

JJ’s words rang in her head and chills erupted over her body. Surely she was being foolish, right? The killer only targeted Kooks. Maybe, maybe she actually had locked the door and merely forgotten.

Regardless, she stumbled backwards from the door, bumping into one of the living room chairs. Wait, she shouldn’t blindly move backwards. Where was her phone? Should she call JJ? The cops? Nothing had even happened yet. Calling the cops because her door was locked, they’d think she was cra–

No, no, she was absolutely not fucking crazy because there was a figure standing right in front of the big window in her living room. Clear cut, a tall and slim silhouette cutting a man-shaped void in the rainy backdrop, it would be beautiful if her insides weren’t curdling and rotting within her.

Dear God, she wanted to vomit. Her mind flipped through everything she could do and came up with nothing. The doors were locked, God knows where her car keys are, it’d take too long to find her phone. The figure was only a good ten feet away from her. Tears sprung in her eyes— what the fuck does she do now?

The figure decided for her. “Run,” it said.

If the man in her living room had said ‘jump’, she’d ask ‘how high’. Her feet moved faster than her brain, to her disadvantage, because they did not take her in the direction of an exit. She skittered down the hallway to her bedroom, slipping on the floor runner as she bolted.

It didn’t matter, because the intruder was significantly faster than she and caught up in a matter of steps. He pinned her to the wall and she squealed before he placed a hand on her mouth, keeping her from crying out anymore. The man was drenched, still soaked from the rain, and he dripped over her body, her clothes, the floor.

A flash of lightning hit, briefly illuminating the Scream mask the intruder wore, and everything came together.

The bait, and the knife collection. The gasoline smell on his clothes. Fuck, fuck, her head was spinning. The drugs, that massive stash she’d found in his dresser— if he hadn’t been sneaking off to sell, then what? Were those trophies from his conquests? Like it wasn’t enough to just take their lives?

She felt so small under him, more than usual, until she realized he was actually wearing some kind of hefty boot that changed his height. It’s intentional, to throw off anyone who might see him near his victims’ homes. She wailed, but it was mangled behind her sealed lips. He removed his hand from her mouth and lifted the mask, revealing her bright-eyed, grinning best friend.

“Guess where I just came from.”

When nothing came out of her gaped mouth, he showed a gloved hand and dragged the thumb across his face. In the low light, she could see a dark streak painted on his cheek. Blood.

“Jesus fucking Christ, please tell me it wasn’t Cole Parker’s house,” she pleaded, fat tears rolling down her face.

“Wow. You are the world’s best guesser,” he noted. “C’mon, doll, don’t be upset. Remember how he treated you yesterday? Now he can’t do that to anyone ever again.”

She sobbed out louder, wiggling to escape his grasp. No use. “Please, don’t hurt me, please,” she babbled.

“Stop crying,” he snapped, then shook his head. “Shh, shh, I’m sorry. Look, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’d never hurt you. You’re my favorite girl in the world, y’know that?”

“Y- you made me wash the knives,” she bawled, and he had to stop and think back to what she was talking about. “And the t-shirt!”

He snorted. “Hey, you offered to wash my shirt.”

“But JJ, you can’t…” she trailed off, voice high and pathetic.

“What? I can’t what?” he demanded. “Get a little revenge on the people who’ve made our lives hell? Levels out the playing field, and I get to blow off steam.”

She was quiet, panting and staring up at him with bewildered eyes. He let her process everything, accept the huge revelation she’d just come to. Lightning flashed again, and they both held their breath in anticipation of the succeeding thunder explosion. The lack of power left the home eerily silent, no fans or appliances whirring to fill the emptiness. All that was left was the sound of her gasps slowly evening out.

“What if you get caught?” she asked meekly.

JJ’s smirk came back. “Sweetheart, I’m never gonna get caught.”

Her eyes narrowed. “How many times have you done it?”

It’s a challenge. She’s asking partially to check his credibility, sure, but there’s something else to it. Curiosity, her gaze shifting from scared and threatened to… intrigued. Maybe a little into it?

So he pushed back. He leaned down, getting close enough to her ear that the plastic mask he wore knocked on her temple. No harm in being honest now.

“Ten,” he whispered.

He felt her shiver under him, body arching instinctively into his own. “No, no, don’t tell me you enjoy that,” he shook his head mock-disappointedly. “You like the fact that your best friend is a murderer?”

Her head knocked back against the wall, eyes shutting guiltily as he drew out that last word. JJ’s hand raised, the soft leather connecting with her skin. He painted the same streak on her face that he bore, just so they’d match.

“I’m not sorry about Parker,” he said, daring to leave a kiss on her clean cheek. “I’d beat his fucking face in again, and again, and again. And anyone else who thought about trying me.”

She finally touched him, stopped cowering away like her brain told her to. Instead, she gripped at his wet, dark clothes and sought for zippers, hems, anything to get them off him.

JJ scoffed, unable to enjoy a moment without getting complacent to save his life. “Oh, now you want me, pretty girl? Now that you think I’m cold-blooded?”

“Always wanted you, JJ,” she whined, giving up and pulling his jacket up from the bottom. Her hands found contact at least with his torso, feeling the chilly skin and trying to warm him up. “Didn’t know you cared enough about me to do something like that.”

He lightly dug his teeth into the skin on her neck, having to crane down to reach in those stupid shoes. “You have no idea what I’d do for you.”

And she got a little confident. Her hand plunged down to palm roughly against the black denim covering his zipper. To her delight, he was caught off guard, groaning in pleasure and pushing his hips for more purchase. She shimmied down, pushing him away from her enough to fall to her knees.

JJ couldn’t believe what was happening before his eyes. He lifted his hand once more, bringing the leather-covered middle finger to her lips. She obeyed his silent command, biting the tip of the glove with her front teeth and pulling it off his hand.

She spat the glove onto her floor, metallic taste dancing over the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t care. His now-free hand entangled itself into her hair, tilting her head back to look up at him. “Such a good girl for me. Knew you’d understand.”

The button and zipper on his jeans popped open after some struggling from her, and she pulled down his boxers until his leaking cock was in her hand. He got lightheaded—fuck, his best friend of years, who just found out he’s been on a killing spree, is about to suck him off. Butterflies filled his stomach for the first time in ages.

Tentative at first, she held him in her left hand and guided the tip to her eager tongue. Her lips closed around him and his eyes rolled back into his skull when he realized how fucking good at this she was. She licked at the head while sucking him as far back as she could comfortably manage, and when her tongue perfectly found that one spot on the bottom, he audibly let out an “oh fuck”.

Is she touching herself right now? JJ slammed his still-gloved hand on the wood panel in front of him for stability. For a moment, his brain went on red alert thinking of the blood smearing on the wall but then she literally swallowed around his cock and he decided he’d hang a fucking picture over it for all he cared.

Enough was enough. He threaded his free hand through her hair and tugged her off, to her whimpering protests. “None of that. Ladies first.”

Together, they ducked into her bedroom, and JJ pulled the jacket and t-shirt off of his body. He’d continue this fully clothed if the threat of pneumonia didn’t loom over him. His boots and the other glove went too.

She waited for him, toes digging into the hardwood floor and hands wringing each other out. When he suggested she take her shirt off, she obeyed without thinking, and a blessed flash of lightning illuminated her body when her face was covered by the fabric. He stared hungrily—why not, right?

JJ tugged down his jeans, and when he was just left in his boxers, she softly gasped. His head snapped up. “S’that why you’d been doing so much laundry?” she asked, doe-eyed.

He laughed, pressing a finger to his lips and using the other hand to cup the back of her head. “C’mon, don’t think about my laundry right now. Don’t think about any of that. Think about this.” His hand dropped down to her covered mound, the only part of her body that had a bit of fabric on it. With his middle digit, he pressed in, right on her clit and her brain melted again.

JJ walked her backwards to the bed and she flopped down eagerly. He dropped down to be face-to-face with her panties, fingers running eagerly over the cotton covering her mound. He gathered the fabric and pulled it upwards, taut against her clit. She gasped, pushing down to meet his actions.

“Please, more,” she whispered, and he was happy to comply. Teasing was for people who had patience, and he didn’t have an ounce of that in his body right now.

JJ pulled down her panties only enough to get off one ankle. Maybe next time he’d keep the pair for himself, but he didn’t have a pocket available right now. A hand on each thigh, he exposed her to himself again, and wasted not a second pushing his face into her cunt.

She gasped, body arching away to keep him from where she was so sensitive, but his mouth followed. The only breaks she got were when he stopped sucking her clit to kiss around the rest of her pussy. His hips rolled into the mattress when she started making the best fucking noises, and he didn’t stop her when she held him in place with her thighs, or when she pulled at his hair with her wandering, desperate hands.

“Mm, you’re not so scary after all,” she noted, teasing smile on her lips. JJ pushed his middle finger inside her without warning and she choked on her own breath.

His eyebrow raised. “Fine. I can be a little mean to you.”

He withdrew himself and she curled up to him out of desperation. JJ tutted at her and motioned for her to flip over and her eyes widened. Before she could comply, he impatiently grabbed her hips and did it for her.

She started to lay on the bed, but he scoffed and pulled her up by the waist so that her back pressed against his chest. If not for his boxers, his cock would be perfectly aligned with her ass, but this was more than enough for him. His free hand dove down to keep dragging his wet fingers over her pudgy clit. She wasn’t going anywhere, not with the grip he had on her, but she still desperately clung to his supporting arm. His gliding fingers slipped right into her wet cunt, providing almost no resistance as he stretched her open.

Boneless. Head tossed back onto his shoulder, arms dropped in front of her, and JJ took this opportunity. The hand that wasn’t pushing two thick fingers into her hole snugly wrapped around her throat, tenderly keeping her in place as he threatened to draw a world-shattering orgasm from her while hardly trying.

“Y’like when I hold you like this, sweetheart?” he asked, lips buried in her hair. The soft breaths around his words ghosted the shell of her ear and goosebumps erupted on her skin.

“Pleasedon’tstopI’mgonnacum,” she cried, body tensing and warping back to touch him.

Her stream of babbling continued as her orgasm coursed through her, and JJ grinned smugly with the feeling of her swollen clit pulsing under his slick fingers. When her words slowed and so did her muscles fidgeting, he slapped her sensitive core. Can’t be too nice.

Still, he let her cool down, kissed on her neck and thumbed at her skin with the arm tucked around her. She finally tapped him when it was okay to keep going.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, ready to bend her forward, but she resisted and looked back at him. “Are you alright?” he spat out nervously, wondering if he’d been too rough or gone too far—

Nope. She leaned over the edge of the bed and fished through the pile of clothes that had been yanked off in his scramble to undress. His eyes narrowed, struggling to see what she was coyly presenting him, and his jaw dropped when he realized it was the Scream mask he wore earlier.

No one could smack the glee out of him. He took the mask and pulled it back over his face while she got back in position with her ass up. JJ aligned himself once more, gliding the silky tip against her entrance. “Fuck, doll, you’re so wet. This all for me?”

“Mm, who else?” she purred, slyly turned towards him.

Fuck, he’s really starting to rub off on her. He had to pretend that the tight grip on her ass was to be sexy and not steady himself. He’s never been so nervous lining himself up– this was her, after all.

Air sucked into his chest when he glanced down to see himself disappearing inside her. It was dark, thank God, because if his view was even the slightest bit clearer, he’d finish instantly. She parted around him so hungrily, like she was pulling him in by his cock. The grip he had on her hips tightened and he resorted to straining a look at her face dug into the bed sheets instead.

Every roll of his hips rang out a new slap around the bedroom. JJ smirked at the delicious noise. “So wet, fuck. Can’t tell if it’s you or me.”

It was both of them. Droplets still covered his thighs even after removing the clothes, and the sound of their legs colliding combined with the sounds of her own cunt. Her legs shook as he continued to assault her pussy, the din spurring him along.

Her second orgasm came crashing over her unexpectedly, pulled from her body with ease as he kept his rhythm splitting her open.

After she came, all bets were off. His pace lost its rhythm at the same time he completely lost his cool and the only thing on his mind was how long he could’ve been stretching her open on his cock. The whole time they’d been just awkwardly checking each other out and shacking up together, and now every fantasy he’s been tormented with is a reality. JJ pulled his cock out and painted her back with cum, body spasming and rough ohfuckfeelssogoodsweetheart muttering spilling out of his mouth.

Y/N’s spent body collapsed onto the bed, disregarding the mess he’d just made. Ever-so-polite JJ used his wet t-shirt to wipe her down before joining her, but both were too fucked-out to care about proper clean-up. Before she could fall asleep, though, he had something important to ask her.

“Hey, sweetheart? When I reset the fuse box, can I use your washing machine?”

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mr2swap · 5 months ago

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Video-quota

Seven missed video calls, 12 messages and a photo of his old, wrinkled cock The title “I'm ready” had lately become more suffocating than usual, he had interrupted my music so many times while I was working out that I was about to block him, but while If he kept his mouth shut the deal was still worth it.

I waited for the locker rooms to empty before starting the show, my locker was in the deepest part of the locker room so that no one would interrupt me, in addition to my exercise routine this was also already a routine for me.

I opened my locker, I started the video call with the guy and put the phone at a good angle, I looked at the young body that I used to want so much, and now it was completely mine, spending all my pension money on that body swapping spell was the best decision I had made in my 78 years of life.

I thought I would have more trouble dealing with the real Anthony who was now inside my old, obese body. I thought I would have to make up a story about why he was obsessed with me and call the police, but I guess something of me was left behind. My body when I traded it for Anthony's, That would make sense why I too have adapted to my new life very well, I didn't even know how to use a damn phone before I became a 19-year-old stud.

When he finally answered I could see my old face -H-Hello, how was the training?- For some reason hearing his voice made me angry So I just ignored him and started with what we were both there, I took off my shirt showing my colossal pecs, Immediately the real Anthony who was now in my room inside the nursing home took out his tiny cock and began to masturbate. I was trying not to look at his face that reminded me of who he used to be, but the sound of his heavy breathing caught my attention.

I started doing the poses he practiced every morning in front of the mirror, I had to be honest. I was turned on too, but I was saving the raging erection showing between my legs for someone better than a fucking perverted old.

-Oh...damn, you're fucking hot today...-

A small arrogant smile formed on my lips when he said that, I had become a little arrogant since I took his body, I placed the palm of my calloused hands on my tanned muscular tits, and began to press them, after a great day of exercises, the strong pressure of my fingers on my pectorals felt very good.

My small nipples were enjoying the touch of my calloused hands, I was still surprised at how sensitive they were. That tickling feeling made me remember the scenes of men who had enjoyed these tits. The last one seemed really excited when he masturbated between them.

The sound of a loud moan brought me out of my thoughts, his greasy old face while ejaculating was disgusting, I couldn't help but grimace with my face as I looked at that face that reminded me of the pig I used to make.

- Thanks, that was... - I picked up the phone and canceled the call before he could finish. I had finally finished my “quota.” I started to undress completely so that after going to the showers, hopefully I can find someone worth fucking and get rid of the painful erection that was moving between his meaty legs.

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luvula · 4 months ago

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Pig (Dabi x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: noncon, degradation, toxic relationship. forced pregnancy

It was so hot. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t do much of anything, really. You could barely think thanks to the intense heat and the deafening sound of your wet pussy squelching as you were fucked into submission. All you could feel was the hand in your hair shoving your tear streaked, drooling face into your pillow and the jackhammering of Dabi’s cock in your poor abused pussy.

You had tried to leave in secrecy, fed up with his mistreatment, ready to start a new life, a life that didn’t include him. He found out.

You backed away from him, trying to calmly explain to Dabi why you were packing your bags. He shook with rage and called you a traitorous whore, hissing that you couldn’t just leave the league of villains. And you, being the stupid, stupid bitch you were walked up to him, put your hands on your hips and slapped him, a resonating “crack!” echoing in the silent room as he held his hand to his cheek in shock, before stepping around him.

“Watch me,” You huffed, nose in the air, as you walked to the bedroom door, bag resting on your shoulder.

The room began to heat up. You wrapped a hand around the doorknob and opened-

He was silent as he suddenly grabbed you by your arm and twisted it painfully behind your back, causing you to drop your bag.

You cried out in pain as he dragged you deeper into the room and threw you onto your bed.

And now here you were, face down, ass up as he roughly fucked into you. The sounds of your muffled cries and the slap, slap, slapping of skin against skin filled the room and your ears, causing you to clench around him.

He let out a groan and you felt the grip on your hair tighten. Without warning he slapped you on your ass and you screamed.

If it were even possible he would’ve gotten harder just from hearing you.

”Hah... you really thought you could leave us- leave ME, you stupid bitch?” He huffed out and leaned his mouth close to your ear and whispered, “Once you join.... you can never leave. Or are you too much of a dumb slut to understand that?”

He slapped you on your ass again, heating up his palm this time. You yelped again, leaning into his thrusts unwillingly. You tried to move your arms but he had tied your wrists together and you whined, arching into him.

”Hey, doll face, I’ve got an idea,” He chuckled evilly before suddenly slamming his hips into you. You cried out, surprised as his cock reached new depths inside your wet hole. “I’ll cum in this tight pussy of yours and knock you up. I’ll breed you like the bitch in heat you are until you’re dripping with my cum and full with my children.” He flipped you over and moved your legs until they were on both sides of your head- A mating press. He really did intend to get you pregnant.

Realizing this, your eyes widened. You began struggling again, trying to put distance between you two as he repositioned himself in between your spread legs.

”D-Dabi, please, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” You sobbed, sounding like a broken record. He rubbed himself against your slit, preparing to enter you again. “I won’t try and l-leave again, I’ll stay, Dabi, please... please I don’t want this.. I don’t want to get pregnant... You can’t do this to me, please!”

He stopped and looked at you, making sure you were looking directly into his eyes. He leaned closer to you, eerily looming over you and saying,

”Doll, I can do whatever the hell I want to you. You’re my property, my bitch to breed, my disgusting piece of fuckmeat. You belong to me. Now squeal, pig.” before slamming himself into you. You screamed yet again and your toes curled as he leaned down and kissed you deeply and intimately.

Your eyes widened in shock at the sudden unexpected intimacy before he started a fast and overly rough pace that caused you to scream each time his cock entered you. It hit your sweet spot each time and you could feel a knot growing in your stomach. You were close. He seemed to realize this as well because he began to abuse that spot, making sure the head of his pierced cock rubbed up against it each time.

Soon, the sounds of you crying were replaced with the squelching sound of your wetness, your wailing, and him laughing like a maniac. He moved his hand and began to rub your clit which caused you to jolt and shake once, twice, three times before you came around his dick. You clenched around it, over and over as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your body went limp when he let out a groan and you felt ropes of hot and sticky cum fill your insides.

He was a mess, but not nearly as bad as you, who was still twitching uncontrollably from the shocks of your orgasm.

Dabi hooked a finger into your mouth and held it open. He spit into it and let go, allowing it to close.

”Swallow it, you stupid fucking whore.” He snapped. You could barely hear him over the sound of blood rushing in your head but did as he asked, not wanting to anger him anymore than you already had.

Slowly but surely your breathing calmed down and the shock of your orgasm was starting to wear off when you felt him slowly start to thrust against you.

You were still overstimulated so it caused you to yelp, surprised.

”W-what the fuck are you doing?!” You snapped.

He laughed and the sound caused a chill to run up your spine.

”I said I was gonna knock you up, doll face,” He slid into you, groaning, “And I meant it.”

#dabi #ns/fw #bnha #bnha x fem!reader #dabi smut #tw noncon #breeding k1nk

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megumishousewife · 7 months ago

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Best Friends! SatoSugu with Chubby Reader

A/N: Can yall tell I like starting new series without finishing the others?🌚 Megumi with Streamer! Chubby Reader will be out after this! I also did a lil headcanon for the thought of this series so I will insert that as well. But,please enjoy your Geto and Gojo being your close friends that has some...fantasies about you.

Best Friends! Gojo and Geto who known you since your middle school days, befriending you the moment Shoko and Utahime introduced you

Best Friends! Gojo and Geto who followed the three of you to college because they wanted the group to stick together when in reality, Gojo's father was the dean of the school and Geto's parents are apart of the schoolboard, leaving them in power in case anything goes south with you or anyone that tries to harm you

Best Friends! Gojo and Geto who watch your every move because they will fuck up whoever talks about you because you're the most precious thing to walk this earth

Best Friends! Gojo and Geto who placed bets on who would get to fuck you first?

-----------------~Let the story begin~---------------

It's your first year of college and you were just excited to meet new people, try new things and expand your horizons. You were doing this with you four best friends in tow: Utahime, Shoko, Gojo and Geto. After high school, you came out your shell more because you didn't want people to think you were just some girl that was insecure about your body. That was the old Y/N, this new Y/N was bubbly and kind-spirited. For the new school year, you made all your friends come shopping with you for a new wardrobe and of course, they were all proud of your because of how much you changed since middle school.

Gojo and Geto first met you when Shoko introduced you to them in 7th grade. You were very shy and anxious, mainly clinging to Utahime until Shoko approached you one day. Since that interaction with Gojo and Geto, they became intrigued with you and welcomed you to their circle. As the years went by, you started warming up to the two guys, but that didn't mean you didn't receive hate from any of your peers. Girls that were obsessed with any attention from the two boys would call you fat, disgusting and ugly. They would laugh at you and talk about the way you looked in passing.

"Gosh, she looks like a pig," one would say.

"Aww, you made a new name for her! Piggy," the other would giggle back.

They would even go as far as lifting up your shirt, messing with your rolls calling you by that terrible nickname.

Finally, in your first year of high school, Gojo and Geto found out about bullying when they saw you crying in the courtyard, covered in food. You explained to them through your tears that the girl that had been liking Satoru for years, Asami, had poured her lunch on you and called you "trash". You don't know what was awoken in the two, but you saw a version of them that you didn't know that was hidden inside of them.

You didn't know the full details of what happened, but you do recall Asami being escorted off campus as you, Geto, and Gojo passed her. The girl maintained a silent glare at you, but she knew not to hold it too long because Asami could feel the heat of Gojo's and Geto's boiling anger. Since then, you deeply appreciate Satoru and Suguru, but you still have a deep fear of pissing them off.

Fast forward to your first day of college and you're already seeing things in your friend group that you saw in high school: sorority girls began hitting on Gojo and Geto whole you and Shoko went on your merry way. However, the blonde girl and her brunette friend were quickly shooed away once Gojo ended the conversation in the "nicest" possible.

"Can you believe it, Suguru? Those girls are already trying to fling themselves at us."

Geto just chuckled, "It's whatever. We're just new eye candy. Shoko, Y/N, would you like to attend the part with us tonight? It's for the incoming freshmen."

You beamed at them, "Sure, I don't mind! Shoko!..."

Shoko rolled her eyes as she lit her cigarette, "Fine, but you guys have to pay for my hangover food."

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Later that night, the four of you arrived at the party and you were already excited to get in. You wore a cute and simple black sundress for what you thought would be a chill occasion but it gave Project X vibes. You looked around as frat boys gathered around a table, chugging beer while some sorority girls were giggling at them. Outside the frat house laid drunk partygoers in pool floaties or just naked. You squeezed your way through the crowd, finding Utahime in a corner.

She hugged you and Shoko, "I didn't expect you guys to be here! It's nice to see you guys."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Shoko said sarcastically.

The three of you caught up with Utahime about how school life was treating her and after some time of dancing, you told your two friends that you would split and get you three some drinks. Maneuvering your way into the kitchen, you ended up bumping into a muscular guy, probably a sophmore or a junior .

"Sorry," you scampered over the loud music.

The man smirks at you, "It's okay. What are you drinking tonight, doll?"

The way he called you "doll" sent shives down your spine. It's bad enough he's sexy, but calling you such a sexually charged name made your stomach churn in a good way. He wore a tight fit black shirt, but you can say his muscles were struggling to stay contained. Then he wore gray sweatpants, only leaving your mind to wander. What a dangerous combo, don't even try and talk about his smile with the scar on his lip because you might get KO'ed.

"Three beers is all," you said as calm as possible.

He passed them to you and before leaving, he whispered in your ear.

"Name's Toji Fushiguro. Remember me, doll."

Toji walked back into the crowd, leaving you dumbfounded. You weren't the only one in shock about this situation, Shoko and Utahime saw everything . Their attention wasn't just on what happened either, but they were also looking at Gojo and Geto, shooting daggers at Toji the entire time.

#gojo satoru #geto suguru #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo x reader x geto #gojo x chubby reader #geto x chubby reader #gojo x chubby reader x geto

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yanderefarm · 4 months ago

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yandere crime lord introduction

cw;; torture, violence, yandere things, nsft

he's finally here. please feast your eyes on him. pretty boy. im amazed at how the three of them really do look like brothers. i was having a really hard time with his hair when i finally to give him curly hair like his brother and its such a good choice. ajax has some curl to his hair too so they all look related.

achilles is the eldest brother of ares and ajax. he's 35 years old.

he has a nicotine addiction and he goes through a pack a week. quitting is more stressful than it's worth so he hasn't tried.

he stays in touch with his brothers. ares more so because ares calls him to hide bodies frequently.

he isn't head of the family yet, he works right under his father and he has a lot of the same power and responsibilities.

he hates violence and as a young boy he was even more soft spoken and didn't want to hurt anyone. now he has no choice and that adds to his stress.

his whole life he's been compared to ares because he's so much softer than his more aggressive brother. this caused him to really develop a complex where he's always thinking about how much better ares would be at everything he tries and then he starts to stress that people will realize that he's just faking being tough and masculine.

he's known since he was young that he likes men but he doesn't want to risk anymore more evidence against him.

he doesn't have time for relationships or a personal life. his routine is basically work, stress, eat, sleep.

this only changes when he's with you. suddenly he doesn't have to stop and remember to eat. he doesn't have to hurt anyone or be threatening. there's no fear of being exposed with you.

his routine with you is torture, eat, get taken care of, sleep.

at first it was horrible, of course it would be. he spent every day just praying he survived. but one day you weren't torturing him, instead you just let him sit in the same room as you.

for the first time he didn't have to be scared or worry about survival and he was certain all his stress would come back to him. but he realized there was no point in stressing; you would kill him sooner rather than later so he could just comfortably be himself.

he started to get closer to you then forming some kind of strange domesticity. he even found himself enjoying the pain, the horrible pain you would inflict would empty his mind of everything but you.

and then you would patch and clean his wounds so gently. you would always tell him when it was about to sting like you hadn't been putting out cigarettes on his chest an hour ago.

he fell in love with you in the 2 and a half months he spent as your captive. it was nice to love someone so deeply before he died.

and then you told him he could leave. he was confused, upset, confused why he was upset. he wondered if maybe you had found out that your victim had developed a sick affection for you and you were so disgusted with him.

he never understood his younger brother's feelings and possessiveness towards everything. he didn't understand how his brother could claim to love something so deeply that he feels compelled to break it. but when you told him he could go he suddenly understood everything.

it was like something in his mind finally clicked into place and he knew he couldn't let you throw him away. he knew he didn't have any power over you but if he could find something you wanted he could force you to let him stay.

he eventually becomes a pay pig for you. he knows that you're willing to do extreme things for money but he usually just pays to go on dates or for kisses.

he calls you a lot whenever work becomes overwhelming. if you don't answer the phone he'll light up a cigarette instead.

everyone thinks he has a girlfriend and he's some dominant guy who's suddenly whipped for a pretty little girl. they don't know he's the wife.

he loves mascot characters. he really loves cute or ugly cute things. he has a cute phone charm he got from ares and it's the only cute thing he allows himself to own. he can use it being his brother's gift as a good excuse to keep it.

ares knows his real personality while ajax still thinks he's a cool stoic older brother

he is very stoic and he can come off pretty intimidating. he'll accidentally glare at people sometimes because he's just lost in thought and worrying about something.

he only smiles when he's with you. whether you're out on a date or he's getting sewn up he'll have a soft little smile on his face.

if you ever tried to abandon him he would use every resource at his disposal to find you. even if he has to be the one to lock you up he won't let you leave.

he's surprisingly clingy in public. he doesn't do much pda but he'll hold your hand the whole time. if anyone looks at you he'll squeeze your hand and pull you a little closer to himself.

surprisingly it actually takes him a little bit to come around to the idea of bringing sex into things. even longer to convince him that he'd probably enjoy sex more if there was a pain aspect.

now he gets turned on as soon as you press that piece of duct tape over his mouth. he's a complete degenerate.

he loves being degraded. nothing is more exciting than when he calls you at work stressed out and you mock his whole crime lord attitude.

never worry about being too mean to him. he will beg you to make him cry.

he got the family sex = love belief. however because of his work with prostitutes he finds love to be cheap. he didn't think he would ever fall in love until his obsession with you formed.

he also inherited the family forced fem kink. he particularly likes to wear frilly lingerie under his suits while at work. he always sends you a picture of his underwear in the morning.

he over hears someone talking about how much they love calling their wife, wife. so he asks you to call him wife once and it immediately gets him hard. he's a blushing mess about it. .

quiet in bed. when hes not screaming in pain. he just gasps and whimpers at your touch.

he has a desperate need to praise you. like a praise kink but on the giving side. he wants to kiss every inch of your skin and tell you how grateful he is for you.

he doesn't say i love you a lot but when he does it's during sex. especially after edging him.

any kinks you want to try on him he is down to do at least once.

#yandere oc #sub yandere #yandere x male reader #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #yandere ideas #yandere x reader #yandere crime lord

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humiliatemeplesse · 5 months ago

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Eventually he caught you filming him and he called you over "get over here faggot." You walked up to him and he grabbed your phone. "why the hell are you taking video of me?" You admitted to him that you were looking at his sweaty golf toe socked feet. "Pervert" he said. He threw your phone on the ground so hard it shattered all over the place. "Get on your knees and sniff 'em then pig." He was serious and obviously very aggressive. And obviously hated fags too. So you got on your knees in front of everyone in Bryant Park and sniffed his sweaty gold toe socked feet as he watched you and relaxed and occasionally gave you orders to sniff deeper or rub your face all over them, etc. People watched and laughed at you. Some were disgusted and yelled out "faggot!" It went on for an hour until he made you put his shoes back on, spit in your face and walked off. You came in your pants as everyone watched.

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missmarveledsblog · 2 months ago

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Rooster's girl ? (Jake Seresin x reader )

Summary : When the dagger squad come to roosters place, they meet a woman who leaves them all conflicted but this time more so than ever and Jake is an unexpected knight in shining armour

warning : goofy fun and misreading situations

A look at the clock and a groan seeing a peak of the sun outside , the banging on the door was what did it . a growl and huff pulling herself from the bed knowing who it was , her roommate and basically brother forgotten his stupid keys and was coming home after a one night stand . insult muttered as she pulled the door open and it wasn't the face of her roommate at all it was a couple faces staring at the annoyed and well still half asleep woman .

" shit pretty girk sorry i was just about to" rooster burst out of his room trying to pull his pants up .

" roo i love you with all my heart but if i get woken up because of you well we are going to have a problem y'all come in" she said before heading into the kitchen leaving them completely confused and well slightly concerned because it wasn't two nights ago rooster was leaving with a different woman and the one that stood before seemed way too comfortable to be another one night stand and the whole love thing through the loop.

" I'm sorry I'll get you your favourite dinner tonight"he called into the kitchen .

" yeah ok bye" she growled before heading the same direction that was his bedroom not realising hers was down the hall but the tall brunette's frame blocked that only to fuel their speculation.

" Ready," he asked as they wordlessly nodded.

Walking into the hanger, Mav stood arms crossed .

" You guys are very quiet this morning" rooster commented before walking to Mav

" we all thinking the same thing" fanboy asked.

" that our friend is a disgusting man pig , well then yes" phoenix sighed.

" I mean jakes, not even that bad" bob spoke up. " hey" hangman exclaimed.

" he's not wrong but we can't condone this" phoenix shook her head before they walked over to the two men who where in there own conversation.

" she not a happy camper this morning i wasn't expecting a response at 6 am" mav chuckled .

" yeah i'll grab her food on way home" bradley shook his head knowing he was definitely going to pay for waking y/n pretty girl mitchell up.

" actually she's agreed to work a shift for penny tonight at the hard deck so all i can say is good luck" Mav laughed.

" who's working in the hard deck?" coyote asked. " pretty girl met her earlier , i'm so screwed" bradley gulp heading for his jet only adding fuel to their fire.

" so ready to get started we gotta train the new recruits and school trip too so no leaving keys in the jets and leave the female teacher alone" Pete looked to hangman and rooster before he headed off knowing he was going get ready to lead the tour.

" so how long you been living with ?" phoenix asked.

" oh six weeks now" he answered easily checking over his equipment.

" how long you know her?" fanboy asked.

" my whole life" he chuckled.

" asshole" phoenix muttered walking toward her own jet.

" what her problem" he asked confused.

" she doesn't mind the one night stand or does she even know about them?" bob took over the line of questioning.

" once i don't forget my keys its good" bradley quirked his brow.

" she's hot as hell" jake smirked high fiving a confused bradley .

The whole day bradley wondered what was up phoenix's ass but boy was he happy to head to the hard deck knowing he definitely need a beer or ten after day he had . only his smile faltered when he walked in remembering who exactly it was behind the bar.

" hey roo" she sang almost a cruelty only siblings could possess.

" i'll pay your rent for two months and get you your favourite foods all week but for heaven sake don't make me suffer more after the day i've had" he almost pleaded as she stood tapping her chin almost thinking it over.

" nah it's cool i heard you had an adventure today so i'll let it slide this time" she went to give him the beer only to pull it back making him whine like a child. " just this time though next time i will shave that stache off your face" she finally handed the bottle to him .

" you're not that cruel" he fake gasped.

" oh you underestimate how low i can go roo" she cooed as the rest of the dagger squad walked in .

" well hello again" she smiled warmly to the group .

" hey there" phoenix smiled uneasy not knowing what to do whether to tell the new girl or be loyal to her friend.

" sorry i wasn't really much of a good host this morning so what can i get y'all it's on me" she beamed.

" no really no need" fanboy swallowed hard as they all felt some sort of guilt to the girl thinking their friend was doing them dirty .

" i insist my mama would kick my ass if i didn't , well if she was alive" she winced. Only then they gave their drink offers before heading to their usual spot near the pool tables . all quiet as rooster drank away talking away to some woman who didn't hid her intentions while hangman was amongst the quiet ones eyes locked on the angel behind the bar not understanding what rooster was playing at . if he had a girl like her in his life well damn all other women would be non existent unless it was just a friendship . her smile lit up the whole damn bar , he notice she even got some of the older gentlemen laughing and smiling, he also noticed how she was polite but never engaged in the flirtatious manner of his fellow navy brothers or civilians in the bar.

" screw it i'm telling her" was all phoenix said before running to the bar before anyone could say it.

" hey guys i'm out" rooster smirk woman on his arm.

" oh he is shameless."

" oh hey natasha right?" pretty girl smiled.

" yeah hey i don't know how to say this and bradshaw is my friend but you don't deserve this but he's been seeing other women" she blurted out just as rooster approached to pay his bill the woman trailing behind him .

" wait what" pretty girl head tilted.

" sorry but i had to tell you , i had to tell her bradley you can't be cheating on your girl" nat spat.

" wait what the fuck , go home by yourself" the woman scoffed walking out leaving the two confused.

" you think?" " what girl" she and bradley said same time.

" I don't have a girl" " i wouldn't date him" they said again leaving nat confused.

" hey honey hows the shift going" Pete walked in .

" great dad be with you in a second" she called now catching the rest of the squads attention .

" she like my sister i'm not dating her" rooster finally explained .

" i wouldn't date him" y/n said again .

" i'm a catch excuse you, look she's my roommate and since it causing me future hook ups , guess i better clear the air but mainly because .." rooster began to explain.

" hello sweet heart names jake" hangman held his hand out.

" well that" rooster rolled his eyes.

" i know you said that already" her head tilted in confusion before heading down to her dad.

" so why do she sleep in your room ?" .

" her room is past mine" he sighed knowing his date for the night was long gone.

" she's Mav's daughter , why the pet name? '' Bob asked. '

' cause she got a call sign as a kid from all my dad and Mav's friends " rooster chuckled .

" is Mav scared" mickey turned their attention to their superior currently looking like a child being scolded .

" She is scary," Bradley shook his head. What turned from a misunderstanding quickly turned into the best news for Jake seresin who seemed to bewitched by the force that was y/n pretty girl Mitchell .

Half way through the night penny came and relieved her from the duty behind the bar so she took to joining the dagger squad.

" well who's up for pool" she asked brightly.

" no don't , she is crazy good" bradley warned as she glared.

" little old me i doubt that" she smirked.

" where hell you from you sound more southern then hangman" bob chuckled.

" well texas i grew up mostly their and spent summers with my dad til my mama died since my dad was being shipped all over place my grandma took me in" she explained picking up the cue.

" i'll play you darling" the blonde stood taking the cue in his hand eyes locked on her .

" i tried to warn you " bradley held his hands up . " lets go bagman" she winked getting ready to take her shot . when she did although he didn't show it , found her even more impressive and for once wasn't all too cut up if he lost either. He watched as she expertly potted the ball only a small fumble that gave him a chance to get it. He wasn't really paying attention to the game but more so the women playing , her playful banter or the laugh that made his hear swell . she had him wrapped around her little finger and didn't even know it.

" and game" she chuckled .

" i warned you" bradley chuckled.

" fair game darling" jake smiled holding his hand out for her to shake.

" thanks hangman" she smiled brightly shaking it. " ok i'm going to get a drink anyone else want one" she asked to which the shook their heads . little did they know she was on a mission feeling slightly bad for the lost date before she did notice bradley eyes flicker to the woman at the bar. Deciding she would help her basically brother/ best friend out. She stood near to the girl so close one bump would collide the two making it a perfect opening and to her luck it did. " hey sorry about that" she turned faux concern all over her face.

" no no it's ok not your fault" the woman laughed .

" let me get you a drink say sorry and i'll let you get back to your friends" pretty girl pulled penny over doing just that.

" you didn't need to do that really and im here alone friends ditch long ago" she smiled awkwardly.

" well you can join me and my friends , those guys over there , names y/n they call me pretty girl although i'm not navy like them though" she chuckled.

" i don't wanna impose or interrupt your night also my names jess" the woman extended her hand .

" well then jess your my friend so your not interrupting anything plus it's meat fest over there need more females to show this guys we rule" she giggled leading the girl over .

" guys this is jess my new friend , jess this is fanboy , phoenix , bob , rooster , payback , coyote and hangman" she smiled pointing each internally cheering when jess's eyes lingered on rooster.

" please sit" bradley smiled almost shoving coyote out of the seat beside him .

" So what do you do Jess?" phoenix asked softly .

" School teacher well kindergarten teacher" she smiled .

" oh you are good, '' Jake whispered in her ear.

" i got a gift is all '' she smirked seeing the two chatting away .

" his eyes have not left hers all night" he chuckled.

" well not going to get anywhere looking is he" she leaned up whispering in his ear , maybe she did have the awareness of the effect on him . " lets see how this plays out" she winked before reentering the conversation .

" hey you and your boyfriend are so cute together" jess smiled.

" he wishes" phoenix laughed .

" we're not dating " jake shoot his head as she copied.

" wait shit really they" jess giggled.

" come on hangman i'm hungry" she laughed pulling him out of the bar completely .

"we sure they're not together"bob laughed.

" not yet" rooster snorted seeing the horrified look on Mav's face seeing his little girl leaving the bar with one and only hangman .

" darling i hate to tell you not many places open for food" he chuckled.

" there is come on" she pulled his hand as they walked down the street. It wasn't until ten minute journey they came across a food truck .

" pretty girl i was wondering when i'd see that beautiful face again" the man at counter called.

" hey paul i could never stay away" she giggled as jake followed behind.

" who is this tall drink of water" paul winked.

" jake this is paul , paul this is jake , paul makes the best food in san diego and jake is a flying machine" she smiled .

" ok so tacos fries and bacon deluxe for pretty girl and for the pretty boy?" paul chuckled.

" i'll have same thanks sir" jake nodded.

" call me paul please" he shook his head.

" this is gonna change your life paul is magic with his hands" she took see on bench near the truck as they waited .

" how you find this place" he asked softly .

" well i used to work nightshift , i'm actually a nurse main reason i came here , i got transferred and well Paul has been my saving grace for the first month I was here now I am doing day shifts" she shook her head.

"So not following into your old mans footprint huh?" he asked .

" hell no plus i'd be in his shadow it would drown me plus i love what i do" .

" so if i'm hurt i come to you?" he winked .

" yeah i'll fix your boo boo's" she giggled as paul called them.

" ready to have your life changed" she pulled him up by his hand only this time intertwined their fingers and silent victory when she didn't pull away even though he was sure his palms were sweating. They chatted away as they ate telling each other everything and anything they could just to keep the night going . even after jake walked her home knowing her and bradley's place wasn't that far to his disappointment . only when they walked in both stood frozen at the sight of rooster bare ass and the womans legs around his waist before leaving closing the door loudly .

" you wanna come to mine i can take the couch" he chuckled as her face was still in horror .

" i'll take the couch and look online for a new one" she winced as particularly loud moan came through the door making the two run away like children.

" god what is wrong with me" she thought wondering how this man had such an effect on her.

She could help the shyness that took over when they walked into jakes realising she didn't have clothes to sleep in .

" hey i have some clothes i could give you might be big though" he chuckled handing her a beer .

" yeah please that would be great".

" least your matchmaking worked" that damned smile of his.

" oh yeah bit too well i'm traumatised , must be special one to bring her to our home" she took a long gulp mouth going dry at how jake's leg brushed her own .

" hey you listening" he asked smug smirk on his face.

" no what where you saying" she asked face flushing .

" jesus rooster really did traumatised you" he snorted not realising he was the one on her mind although she wouldn't be able to get the fact of rooster bare ass out of her head anytime soon.

" ok let me get those clothes , so we can chill out for rest of the night" he said almost disappointed to leave her presence . which having her in his clothes probably was the worse thing to do watching how she belonged in his space , how it was perfect or maybe flying all these year has finally made his brain turn to mush . and for first time he was content sitting with the woman , enjoying her presence without expecting more . The domestic side to it all made him realise it was something he was definitely missing or was it the woman .

" very much" she lied easily what was she going to do tell him the truth of how bad she wanted to kiss that chiselled adonis man before her.

" i was saying it was nice tonight you come hard deck more" he smile except no smugness to it was like a genuine smile one she felt was her favourite .

What was worse was when he woke up banging on his door only to see dagger squad including rooster who was smiling so wide the man was surely going to spilt his cheeks.

" hey give this to pretty girl" he winked handing over the bag of clothes .

" i can get it" she came to view not caring she ditched the sweats during the night . " We got to stop meeting like this" she added walking back to jakes room .

" you didn't" phoenix gasped.

" no i didn't i stayed on sofa since chicken was busy on their one" he rolled his eyes as he let them in .

" wait you guys saw that" rooster smiled not even ashamed.

" oh we got a beauty shot" pretty girl called out . " yeah she was looking up new sofa's last night" jake laughed.

" so knight in shining armour was all that happened" .

" yeah i'm not a complete dog jesus" he said more quietly.

" well hangman thanks for the bed for the night i need to get back to ours grab my car so i can get to work" she called rushing out the door already late for work.

" i'll get dressed and we'll go" jake said almost disappointed til he walked in seen the folded paper on the bed .

" call me" was written on the note along with her number . he could help smile nor put the number into his phone embarrassingly fast. Already texting to meet up again something he definitely hasn't done in such a long time . He felt like a teenager with how he felt all this not his usually cocky manner of asking a girl out. But he was damned sure he was going to get his date , he was going to get the girl .

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