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bestialchorus · 4 months

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MOVING IN WITH YOUR WEREWOLF GIRLFRIEND INCLUDES:

-For months, you’ve both been tiptoeing around the topic. Since you first started dating, quick quips like being excited to be “roommates” one day were always uttered whenever you were forced to say goodbye to each other. How these dreams were peppered in daily conversations, holding desires you each assumed were hidden from the other. How quickly those jokes gained weight the more your lives became intertwined. You loved her, and by the gods, did she love you. The love you shared was akin to the romances you once dreamed of, romances acted out in movies but seldomly found in your world.

-On one fateful night, you finally find the courage to whisper, “I want to live with you.” Her glowing eyes meet yours as the moonlight peaks in through the window. She softly rubs her canine head against your face, instantly filling you with warmth. You feel your lover start to shift back, leaving a large woman who is as much muscle as she is beauty”. “There’s nothing I’d love more,” she purrs close to your ear before softly dragging her finger down your body, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hand meets a familiar wetness. You start to whimper as you feel two long fingers slowly enter your folds. “Relax, baby girl, I’ll take care of you. Now and forever”. A few hours later, you lie on top of her as she gently rubs your back and plays with your hair. You talk deep into the night about what kind of home you want to build together. You remember passing out at some point as sleep finally catches up with you. You could have sworn you heard a whispering voice saying, “I can’t wait to call you my wife.” But maybe you just dreamt it.

-Right off the bat, it seemed money wouldn’t be much of an issue. You don’t quite understand at first, but she explains that she’ll soon be receiving a form of “inheritance” promised to alphas who reach a certain age. You still insist on contributing, and she doesn’t fight you on this, respecting you as a partner and her mate.

-After months of searching, you finally end up finding a place that suits both of your needs.

-Moving day was a lot less stressful than you thought it’d be. You remember packing up the last box one morning when you heard a knock at the door. Your girlfriend opens it, and a group of werewolves greet you with toothy smiles and warm mornings as they start to pile into your small apartment. You’ve spent much time with the pack, so all the faces before you were friendly. You can’t help but smile as one jokes, “I cant believe you’ve found someone who can actually tolerates ya, let alone live wit ya”. Some join in on the teasing as others come to chat with you. Without having to ask, each ONE immediately starts picking up a box and moving it down to the large pick-up truck outside your building. You release a surprised “EEP” as your alpha picks up while you’re holding a small box, “I wanna help too,” she giggles as she carries you bridal style to the truck. You feigned annoyance as you smack her arm, secretly loving every minute of it. All of your items (and yourself) are quickly loaded into the large vehicle with your girlfriend behind the wheel.

-After all your stuff is unpacked in the new place, the best part of moving could finally begin; decorating. You spend the next few days shopping together, hitting thrift stores throughout the city, and you actually find some pretty great stuff! One may have been a brand new pair of fuzzy handcuffs that your lover INSISTS will be essential for a “happy home.”

-You come home one day and immediately stop in your tracks as you find your partner in a tight tank top and parachute pants, her outfit covered in paint as she moves a roller against the wall. Your brain turns to mush as her prominent abs peek through the thin fabric. She can’t help but smirk once she catches you ogling her. She decides then that it’s time for a bit of fun. Without saying a word, she takes off her shirt, revealing the body you were always in awe of. “I’m feeling a little warm after all this painting, honey, do you mind getting me a glass of water”? She acts as if she didn’t just fry all the neurons in your brain. You quickly shake your head and dash to the kitchen as you feel your cheeks heat up.

-The house renovations have been complete torture. Whether it’s putting down new hard floor or tightening some plumbing. Your alpha is always wearing very little clothing; claiming she runs warm. You can believe that, but the image of your sweaty, beyond-built partner wearing a tool belt was sending you into your own version of heat. You’ve gotten little work done because you have a literal goddess walking around with a power drill. You decide to work a few days at the office going forward…

-Every day feels like an endless sleepover. Catching each other up on your day, grocery shopping together, painting each other’s nails, etc., it truly feels like you are hanging out with your best friend….a best friend who also just so happens to be 6’4 and able to crush a dresser with her bare hands….but best friends not the less.

-Another benefit of living with an extremely self-sufficient werewolf is that she’s an incredible cook. One night you come home and immediately smell the aroma of your favourite meal floating in the air. Her lips gently meet your neck as soon as you enter the kitchen, and your breath stops for a moment. “I’ve been cooking all day and while I’m excited for you to eat, I’m starving, baby”. You don’t get a moment to think as she has you bent over the table in a split second. That night you end up being her appetizer as she helps you build up an appetite.

-You insist on helping her whenever she puts on a tie. You love putting her together for the day but love even more that you’re the sole person who gets to see her without all the bells and frills. You may share a space with your alpha, but you’re her true home.

-Showering together has become one of your favourite rituals. You help the other wash the day off as warm water makes you melt. It always starts off innocently enough but very quickly becomes less than innocent whenever she starts to scrub around certain intimate areas….

-You had never thought much of a “forever” home while growing up but now realize it’s not only possible with your alpha. But that you’ll have one as long you’re with her.

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calmparticles · 4 months

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texasflowers · 1 month

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Thick Studious Gohan

#DBS Gohan #Son Gohan #DBS #Dragon Ball Super #I hate tagging all that like can't i just say dragon ball #Dragon Ball #please for the love of God i hope people know what the caption is quoting #I can't draw on my computer anymore I can only draw on my phone #I'm too rusty

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tiresomeimagination · 9 months

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The Demons in the Details (707 x Reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's note: This is an entry for @mysticmessengerenglish's fanfic contest. The theme was weddings and I had an idea to try playing with. Hope you enjoy! ^^

You paused in your inspection of the current venue and glanced back over at Saeyoung to gauge his reaction. He looked deep in thought as he scanned the building. You wished you could hear his thoughts… He looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

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Wedding preparations are always tiring. They become even more so when expectations or standards are a bit too particular. Saeyoung was by no means a very picky person. In fact, you often had to nag him about keeping his preferences quiet for the sake of others. So it was a bit out of the ordinary to find that Saeyoung was so critical of every venue you visited. There was always something. It was too public of a spot, it was too closed off, it didn’t have enough exits, and the list went on. Nothing was quite right. You got the feeling that if it were solely up to him, he would just have the whole thing in his bunker.

His mind was racing with every possible worst-case scenario. He had to. After all, he had finally gotten everything he ever wanted. He was reunited with his brother. He had found a new family in the RFA members. He had even found the love of his life. He had…everything to lose. With his father and the agency still out there looking for him, he had far too many enemies to take any chances.

Finally, Saeyoung seemed to reach a decision. “Hm…yeah…this place is nice and all, but I just don’t think it’s us, y’know? I mean… we can definitely do better,” he said with a slight chuckle, attempting to keep his voice light and casual.

You couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. “This is the fifth place we’ve seen today. We’re kind of running out of options…” You tried to point out as gently as possible.

Saeyoung let out a small sigh of his own as he ran a hand anxiously through his hair. “You’re right, you’re right. How about we just…sleep on it for now? I have some more research to do anyway.”

You knew this ‘research’ probably involved running background checks on all the venue’s staff that would even breathe in the general vicinity of the event.

“...Okay. Yeah… It’s getting late anyway. We might as well go back,” you relented. You wanted to try your best to be accommodating. You knew that he had to do whatever he could do to feel safe.

Spirits were low as the two of you returned to the bunker. There was a certain unspoken tension that neither you nor Saeyoung wished to address. You both made light small talk about the day as you had dinner with him and Saeran as usual, but you could tell Saeyoung was still worried. As much as you wanted to try and talk through things, you didn’t want to push him before he was ready…. And so, even as you retired to the guest room for bed, the topic was avoided entirely for the night.

You awoke a few hours later. After a quick glance at your phone to confirm that it was indeed the middle of the night, you decided to get up and check in on Saeyoung. Experience told you that there was a good chance he got caught up in something and would need to be talked into actually going to bed. However, rather than a chance for playful teasing between you two, what you found when you peeked in was much more concerning.

Saeyoung sat on the edge of his bed, hunched forward with his head in his hands. Without thinking, you entered and quickly crossed the room towards him.

The sound of your footsteps jolted him out of whatever state he had been in and his head whipped up to lock eyes with you. “…Y/N…?” He asked quietly as if your presence had surprised him.

“Saeyoung! What’s wrong?? Did something happen?” You asked worriedly as you came to a stop by his side.

He took a moment to register your words, still lost in his thoughts. “...Um…yeah…I-I mean no.” He stammered out, pausing to rub tiredly at his face and try to recollect his jumbled thoughts. “Everything’s fine. I just…had a weird dream, hah…” He breathed out quietly.

You frowned deeply and sat down beside him, placing a light touch on his arm. “Do you want to talk about it…?” You asked softly.

He didn’t answer, so you continued. “Whatever it is…you can talk to me. We promised to handle things together, remember? You don’t have to talk about it right now, but I can tell you’ve been worried about something and it’s more than just whether we get married someplace with or without windows, so-”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Saeyoung suddenly interrupted your ramble.

“...What…?” You replied, caught off guard by his words.

Saeyoung took a deep breath in and let it out before he looked over at you. “Things aren’t going to be easy, you know. Living with me…won’t be easy.” He paused, glancing down at the engagement ring you wore on your hand. A sign of your connection to one another.

“...What? What are you talking about?”

He sighed again and gently took your hand in his. “I still have a lot of enemies. You could get caught in the crossfire of any one of them.”

“Saeyoung…”

“Every time I close my eyes… I see everything that could go wrong. And every time I open them again I think about how I’m not ready. If I fail to account for even one possible threat, you could get hurt…or worse…"

"Saeyoung." You called out a little louder, hoping to get his attention off of his spiraling anxious thoughts and back onto you. When he looked back up at you, you continued. "You don't have to bear everything alone anymore. Everyone in RFA has your back. Saeran and I too. We're all in this together. And if dealing with Mint Eye has taught us anything…it's that we're stronger together." You said with a soft smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

You brought your other hand up to gently touch his shoulder. "And to answer your question…yes. This is what I want. You are what I want, and nothing will change that."

The both of you were moments away from tears. Saeyoung quickly pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into your shoulder and sniffling softly.

"I love you so much, Y/N." He murmured, his voice muffled by your shirt.

The second half went unspoken but you could hear it loud and clear. He was afraid of losing you. No amount of mere words could quell those fears entirely. They lived so deeply in his heart and you couldn’t chase them all out no matter how much you wanted to. All you could do was try to support him.

You let out a sigh as you hugged him back and let your own tears fall as well. "I love you too.”

Your happily ever after wouldn't be as easy as the fairy tales made them out to be…but you two would be okay so long as you stood together. You weren’t about to let go, and by the looks of his grip right now, neither was he.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger x reader #mm 707 #saeyoung choi #707 x reader #saeyoung x reader #707 x mc #reverse hurt/comfort #mmed #possibly not my best work but eh I was pressed for time and did me best #this went through several different draft iterations hhh #credit to sapphyra for giving me the idea needed to help me reorient my approach and get the fic flowing better #whew it's been a while since I've written for my boi #hope I'm not too rusty #anyways #back into the void I go o7

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randomwords247 · 2 months

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Someone made a joke about @rusty-courage with a cane on her stream yesterday and I said I'd draw it. Putting the elder in the western winter elders

#please forgive the fact it's shoddy it was done on a moving train without a reference #the train was kinda bumpy today #ramble post #my art #randy's art #I'm not quite done with dissertation i got an extension but i should be done on sunday #in the meanwhile i only feel guiltless drawing on the train or at uni because i cant do homework there #rusty-courage #sorry for the ping rusty jbfsjdhsk #hope im not bothering you too much #i had a blue pen and wanted to add a pop of colour #and i like how it adds to it :]

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instantartific · 4 months

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|| ♡ You're suffocating, Darling

Image edits by me, edited from in-game screenshots.

Characters: Rin / White 1010 (referred to without name), "You" Summary: After worrying over what he'll do without you for far too long, he decided to take matters into his own hands and confront his recent... malfunctions around you. He gets desperate, nothing gets solved <3 Word Count: ~1.4k

Happy I finally got around to writing something like this again! I fell into a major writers' block for a while, so apologies for this being a little messier than some of my older writing :)

Quick note! Likes are appreciated, but a fast reblog (or any!) makes sure that other people can see my work, too! Sharing is caring :)

There is metal, and it presses into your soft, soft flesh.

It is hard.

It is cold, warmth allowed only by the distant radiance from his chest.

There is metal, and it has every capability to crush you beneath it, rendering your body nothing more than a wind-up toy meant to be discarded. Only, yours will no longer be able to move.

There is metal, and it is very, very gentle with the way that it holds your form. It hasn't squeezed quite yet. But it is there; it is solid, it is sturdy, it is several hundred pounds of steel and wire and if you dared to try and push any part of you up against it, test its limits, one thing becomes glaringly clear:

It is solid.

It will not move.

He has you, and you will stay there for as long as he wills it so.

You are trapped.

Silicon hardly graces your cheek as his head lowers, first part of his jaw gracing your forehead, then the panel of his cheek doing the same. Nuzzling into the side of your face. Trickles of warmth radiated from the glass, dancing along your skin and threatening to seep into your very bones, infecting you with what was once him. Judging by the sheer amount of light radiating from them, too: he's happy. Very, very happy.

Can you say the same?

"You are an an-om-a-ly," he started, voice tittering slightly, "to the degree that I don't even know what to do with myself."

Metal tightened around you even further, pressing into you deeper, gracing your flesh. That would be the fault of his arms snaked around your abdomen and folded beneath your back pressing your body between them and the plating of his chest against your bone. One of which is bound to give if enough pressure is exerted. Your chest can hardly rise high enough to take in a full breath. It is tense, but it does not hurt you.

Not yet, at least, but it is on the border of which.

… Would he care if it did?

Of course he would.

Of course, he would.

He'd jump at the slightest protest. Metal would immediately retract, snaking from beneath you, letting you go at once so that white can scan your body beneath him. White would pour over every surface, regardless of where you mention that the pain blossomed; it is, in his mind, entirely possible that he hurt you worse than you are willing to admit, or that you have noticed. This is a simple routine for the smallest scrape, or scratch, or papercut, even. He carefully takes your hands in his own, eyes skimming every finger before tracing the lines in your palms. They trailed every inch of every joint on every limb until he knows for a fact that you are okay. And if you are not, then this is a perfect process to determine what he should do to make that true. Every time, without fail. And that same routine would apply here.

That is what you're sure of, at least.

"All I know is that I need you to touch me. Please, baby," a whisper uttered beneath an offer; a plead offered between batted breaths; a prayer breathed out before the one the adherent may call their item of worship, "touch me."

His form moves from yours; however, only enough to free one arm. Silicone traces your sides until it happens upon your hand, fingers curling around yours gently. Teasing your will to comply with whatever fantasy of his this may be, and compliance you had. No matter how sensible it may be, your hand did move. It traced the axel at his hip. It traced its way along the divots in his torso. It traced the collar of his uniform. It traced his sternum to his neck, neck to his cheek. The distant whirring of his chest whirred to life with renewed vigor. Light danced throughout every LED surface he had. Light even danced behind his eyes, a hardly audible whir sounding as his brows raised and pupils dilated ever so slightly. If he could be drunk off of delight, he would be.

In a stray desire to run your hands through his hair, fingertips moved from cheek to the back of his head. And the moment you made contact, his head jerked. The sections of his torso shifted, grinding as they passed over one another. And his entire body lulled.

When his body lulled, it lulled into yours and for a few moments you become perfectly aware of the sheer weight his form can truly posses. He is solid and he is metal and he is heavy. The tension builds within you, bone digging deeper and deeper into your inner workings in a desperate attempt to keep them safe (in a way near laughable, the sensation is similar to that of what the machine himself swears to do for you in relation to what he is doing now. If you could laugh, you would.) Your lungs burn with the effort to take in even a morsel of air that his weight had now pressed out of you, hands grasping at any surface around you. The fingers once laced in his hair took root at his scalp, and in any attempt at making him notice what he's done, pulled. If his neck were not so dense the force may have pulled his head, too.

Perhaps able to feel the arch formed in your back, any room to allow ribs to press up to fight for air, he froze. His shoulder jerked up. His chest rose, finally releasing you. His eyes blink open, one delayed by an entire half-beat, taking one—two—three tries to sync up properly. White flooded you in a way you could almost miss, yet momentarily so. A mixture of concern, of worry, of fear, shot across his features in a mess of emotion in that same moment. "I'm sorry," came mutterings in a voice quiet and devoid of any of the charm he was so known for. A voice choppy and mechanical in sound, yet quiet. Darting white travelled the body beneath him until that white turned to static. The display jittered before cutting out entirely, his head mimicking this by jutting, only to flicker back to life with irises dyed a vibrant bloodied red.

X's. Disapproval. Failure.

Unacceptable.

They scoured you again, regardless of whatever protests (if any at all) may have left your tongue. They trace your skin, every part visible. They traced your veins. They traced every inch of every joint of every limb. Yet somehow, this is wrong. All of this is wrong. The red that tainted his irises tainted his features as well: concern to distant distress, worry to distant panic, fear to distant terror. The damning hue of disappointment. Heat began to build, and build, and build in the winding cavities in his torso. And in time, he moved. His body shifted down your form, only far enough for silicone to travel from your forehead to your cheek; cheek to your neck; neck to your sternum. Every movement was reduced to something uncharacteristically inhumane. Lips that would never know true warmth graced the surfaces of your chest that fought for air as heat grew and grew at your waist. In between each kiss: "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

His head raised, red locking onto you, and only you. The only thing in his sights. "I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know if you're doing this to me. I found that I am struggling to process this, let alone attempting to explain it to anyone outside myself," he said, chuckling bitterly. The forced, whining, dry sound of gears grating in the absence of touch.

"The only thing clear is that I need you. It's a command echoing inside my mind, repeating over and over inside me like I'm being marched to my death if I don't obey. I need—" he gasps here as if there any need for breath in a way almost human—"you, baby. Let me be the only one to protect you. I'll do everything for you. Everything," an ode to desperation sighed into the fabric of your shirt.

This is what… love is, isn't it?

This is what he's been missing, isn't it?

This sense of sheer and total release onto someone who you are wholly devoted to.

He truly, truly loves you.

#loosening up with some writing again and we're back to the x readers. peace love on planet earth.#hope i'm not too rusty :)#nsr #no straight roads #nsr rin #rin 1010 #nsr rin x reader #rin 1010 x reader #nsr white 1010 #nsr white 1010 x reader #so many tags for this one boy.#ও ~ writing

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authormeat · 8 months

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JOYRIDE

Jeff The Killer, BEN Drowned Plot: Jeff gets arrested and BEN is sent to go get him before they take him to jail Work Count: 1.1k

Warning: Death, Stabbing is written

Hands cuffed tight behind his back and two prongs still stuck in his side Jeff watches out the bared, tinted window. He can barely see a damn thing outside beyond what the brights are blazing out the front window. Two cops mumble between each other, most likely recording his horrific presence and what he had done.

Clearly, killing a family is too high profile in these suburbs. Some insomniac neighbor must have been up or a silent alarm got tripped when he went through an unlocked back door. Fuck, then don't leave your doors unlocked if you aren't trying to invite him in. Any house not locked? Free food and bed for the night in his eyes. The more blood the better.

Well, Jeff didn't expect the front door to be knocked on so harshly while he was still carving the husband's face up. Double didn't expect the extra officer who was trigger happy with the taser in the backyard. Fucking pigs. Suppose he should be lucky it wasn't the bastard's gun.

Jeff lays back in the uncomfortable leather, looking up at the roof of the car now seeing the stains, gross. This is one of the cleaner cop cars he's been in, but fuck would it kill you to clean it. Regardless, they're going to have to clean it.

"I'm going to gut you both before the end of this night." Jeff announces. "Your heads will be displayed on the windshield and I'll make sure they won't identify you."

They of course ignore Jeff. He really tries to rile them up. Leaning forward he continues, "I'll find your families afterwards. I bet your kids would look better if they smiled more. I bet your wife hasn't smiled in a while either huh officer? I better you two..."

A green light catches his better eye. He thought it might have been from the stoplight but no, the electrical wire waving through branches and connecting to the stoplight are that green color. No one else is at this intersection, being a more rural area. The stoplight is still a blazing red.

A buzz is coming from the radio up front. The faint wave of voices below this electric noise. Jeff knew exactly who this is. The telling is there. He smiles wide, scarred cheeks making the wicked delight reflect in the driver's mirror. The light turns green. The car passes over a wide curve while the radio starts to raise in volume.

Krrkck... Outside car... crkkack—two bo— do you copy?

The officer glances at the other as he picks up the receiver. "10-3 do not. Could you repeat that?"

Copy. Do you— copy?

"10. 3. I do not." The cop raised an eyebrow, looking down at his receiver to see the front leaking water. Drips tapping onto the dashboard between them. He drops the receiver in disgust. The car rattles slightly, starting to slow down as the driver glances confusedly at the dash, pressing on the gas but not getting any response as the car is pulled over, rolling to a stop beside a dense tree line. The front lights dimmed out.

Ker-click. The door tops pop up as the two officers glance back. The suspect was still in the back, watching them with wild eyes and wicked smile, in the dark. "Try and get the chief, we need to get this guy to jail."

"Right."

The passenger steps out of the car, pulling out his phone on the way out. Jeff's head turns, watching the officer on the phone, distressed, the light pointing down at his feet. Everything seemed to be going wrong, everything was radio silent. Nothing was going through, nothing was coming back. Slamming his own door in frustration he circled around to...

The back door is open.

Glancing around he tries to pull his own door back open, then placing his hand on his gun. His partner isn't in the car anymore; he has no idea how or where he went. How it was so silent or how he didn't hear a struggle but he's fucking gone.

Both him and the suspect. Where the hell did they go? Sweat beads the back of his neck, eyes flicking from one dark corner of the grass to the next. The phone's flashlight is the only light. A thick, sloping squish sounds just behind the car. A shift in the car's weight turns his blood to ice as he inches around the open back door, glancing down and seeing no one behind it.

One firm foot after the other on the dry grass aside the asphalt the dark red reflects outwards across the white painted streaks. One peek told him everything. His backup is dead. He's now been left alone. He's vulnerable.

Twisting his neck from side to side he still doesn't see the suspect, the freak. And though his partner is gasping for air, choking on his own blood, the officer is left to die.

A hush waves through the still air. A soft breath, hushing as though it is a lullaby.

"Come out with your hands up!" The cop shouts.

The car's sirens and lights blare on, it rears back to life in a coughing growl of the engine. The neon green lights blind him for just a second, and he's thrown to the ground, tumbling into the ditch just beside the road.

"I told you motherfucker!" A loud laugh, manic and above the blaring siren. "I fucking told you!"

His gun had been lost in the tumble. The officer tries to stand but a boot slams into his cheek forcing his head back into the dirt. The boot slams down again into his ear, a sharp ring taking over the overwhelming noise.

A sharp pain stabs into his side, then another, and another- into his arm and his shoulder, as the officer turns over his back is stabbed repeatedly. Jeff used the green light above to strike into the black pools which spread across the uniform.

In the last bits of consciousness as the pain causes his body to twitch, grasping onto the last strands of life he feels the hot breath in contrast with his cold face.

"Go to sleep." A hush follows. There is no siren. There is no light.

The next day a report comes in about two dead bodies, officers. Unable to identify them by the two piked heads on the windshield-wipers. Mouths ripped open and cheeks sliced in several directions upwards. Their id numbers were used instead. It was found that the blood left in the back seat connected this murder to one reported in a suburbia. There are no records of either being reported at the time, no camera's of either event from ring door cameras or their own body cameras. Yet, everything from the radio to their work phones worked perfectly fine.

No evidence of who would do this beyond the single tell.

Go. To. Sleep. Is written in the officer's blood along the back windshield. This case will be cold.

They have nothing beyond it. The bodies will be reduced to another file.

#creepypasta #ben drowned #jeff the killer #creepypasta fanfic #I'm a bit rusty #but that's okay because I really enjoyed writing this #I hope you enjoy reading it too!#meat.fanfic

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illiana-mystery · 6 months

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Happy Halloween! I got a little fic out just in time for the last remaining hours of spooky day. This fic will have more chapters, but I wanted to post the first on Halloween night.

This new story is a little something special for both my fellow Alfred fans and my fellow Willem fans. It's a period piece, vampire fic that is about a polyamorous coupling between Oliver (Alfred), Axel (Willem), and their new female companion and feeder, Soleil (original character).

This first chapter sets up the overall premise of the fic. But stay tuned for Chapter 2 where Axel drinks her blood for the first time. 😉 Also read below for a more information about the plot:

After escaping from her abusive husband, Soleil finds herself both in a whole new surrounding and a new situation. That being her discovery of the last two living vampires, who are hidden away in an abandoned chateau on the outskirts of her home village. The two welcome her in with open arms, leading her to become their willing feeder. But what happens when the still on-going war against vampires and her angry husband threaten to rip her apart from her new relationship with the two? Will they be able to withstand such issues, or will they be forced apart?

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kibitoshin · 1 month

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⬆️ Nervous

#🍎 - IC #?#been ages since i rped babbon ball #hope i'm not too rusty...................

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freedjustineshipping · 8 months

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Mirafraxus + " I'm yours. " from the smut prompt list. requested by anonymous. explicit content

Imprints that would blossom into beautiful bruises had been left on his wrists from when Freed had pinned him to the bed earlier, the grip firm and steady and providing promise for an intense night. His neck and chest were covered in various marks left by sharp teeth of his two lovers. Lipstick stains from Mirajane's kisses mingled amongst the bite marks, and Freed's skin hadn't been left untouched by them either.

Now, his hands were tied to their bed's headboard. Freed had aliented the use of his cravat to bind him into position and his muscles felt strained because of how long he had remained in that very pose, hands bound behind him and pleasure rippling through his whole body thanks to the treatment he was getting by his boyfriend and girlfriend.

Laxus was absolutely thrilled, a newfound joy, his broad chest heaving and lowering with stuttering breaths. It almost became too much.

With the taste of Mirajane's arousal fresh on his tongue and the slightly painful but delicious feeling of his ass being prepared by Freed's long fingers, the dragon slayer watched how the she-devil withdrew from his person. Being wedged between her voluptuous thighs was heaven on earth but it had been equal parts torture and pleasure to have her hover above his face without being allowed to please her to full extent. She had gazed down at him, blue eyes half-lidded, and lips curled into an unholy smile as she pleasured herself. Her fingers had rolled over her sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing and stroking herself, until she had climaxed for the first time.

And all Laxus had been allowed to do was to watch, her strong scent of arousal assaulting his sensitive nose, and a throaty growl of need coming forth that turned into an almost pathetic sound as he could only watch how she came undone above him with a loud moan.

Well, that wasn't completely right. She had been merciful enough to allow his tongue to slip into her warm core every now and then, using him for her pleasure whenever she deemed it necessary, before forcing him again to lie back and watch.

Laxus turned his head to follow where Mirajane was going, the bed shifting as she moved off it, but then a deep voice beckoned his attention.

"Eyes on me, Laxus."

And he complied without a second of hesitation, his gaze meeting Freed's. He was completely enthralled by the situation and his senses were almost stimulated to the max with everything that was happening. The bite marks stung beautifully, the fabric of the cravat burnt into his wrists. His tongue wanted to taste more, his dick was begging for friction and his ass already missed being filled by something. Anything.

Freed left an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of Laxus' thigh before sinking his teeth into the flesh and Laxus groaned, his cock hard and leaking precum. He had no idea how long he could fucking last but he had a feeling that he would find out very soon.

There was another slice of mercy when Freed indulged him with his hot mouth against his cock. His breath was damp and his tongue wet against his flesh as he moved it along the underside of his dick with slight pressure. The tip of Freed's tongue smoothed over his slit and they both groaned, his boyfriend's eyes meeting his in a heated display of affection. Then that devil smirked, satisfied by the taste he had gotten, before he firmly spread Laxus' legs as far as his flexibility allowed him to and Laxus gasped.

He heard a faint chuckle from across the room, Mirajane's melodic, sweet voice, but was distracted by how Freed's lubed cock was teasing his ass. Laxus' cheeks were red, his body shuddered and his cock twitched. "Just fuck me, Freed, please. Mess me up." He needed to be given something, wanted more. Mirajane and Freed had strung him along for what felt like hours. He was wholly aware that, tonight, he was there for their pleasure. His own was not of importance. He was essentially their toy, free to use to their own wants and needs.

And that was fucking hot.

For the longest time Laxus had never dared to guess that he had this side in him but both Mira and Freed proved otherwise. They taught him how to let go and took shame from him.

Although he still felt a little embarrassed by how needy he sounded. He couldn't it help.

His words certainly seem to have struck a nerve. The hunger in Freed's eyes was hard to miss, so was the mischief.

"I assure you, Laxus-," Freed's voice was rough and lust-filled as it travelled over to him. "You'll be quivering, whimpering and unable to move once we are done with you."

Fuck. Yes, that's what he wanted. Needed.

Mirajane appeared on Freed's side and pulled him into a slow kiss, their tongues meeting. They both groaned into it and Laxus was, again, forced to watch. Mira's hand sneaked to where his and Freed's body were almost fully connecting but she neglected his cock in favor of giving a firm stroke to Freed's, and the green-haired man released another throaty groan into her mouth. Her grasp kept gliding along his shaft and their sounds blended into a lustful harmony, perfectly responding to one another.

Laxus moaned miserably, his hands instinctively twitching as he wanted to move forward but was held back by the restraint. He was absorbing the sight of his lovers kissing and melting into one another, his legs still held by Freed's strong grip, trembling.

Then they broke apart with a shuddering breath and suddenly all the attention was on him again. The bed shifted when Mira positioned herself next to his torso, her eyes sparking with a deviousness he had learned to love, but his breath hitched when she showed him the riding crop in her hand.

There was little time to spend too many thoughts on the toy when he felt a probing nudge to his ass before being split apart by Freed's thick cock.

His lips parted in a moan and his eyes rolled back into his head, back arching amd thick muscles tensing when Freed filled him to the brim. For a moment he felt like he wasn't able to breathe with how much he had needed this touch and with how full he was feeling now.

"F-Fuck…" He had reached the point of paying no mind to how he sounded or how he moved. Mirajane and Freed were all he cared about, and how they used him to their pleasure. Giving him pleasure by doing so. The curse slipping from his lips was weak, almost a mewl. They were the only ones who'd ever get to hear the lightning dragon slayer like this. It was wonderful.

A pleased growl rumbled in the back of Freed's throat. Laxus knew he loved feeling his tight, warm ass around him. "Look how good you take it, Laxus," he hummed in praise and the dragon slayer's chest swelled with pleasure and affection even though it was hard to focus.

"So, so good…," Mirajane joined with a purr. The comparably cold material of the riding crop brushed his taut abs, wandering further up to his pecs and just in time with Freed's first thrust Mira whipped the crop across one of his nipples. Laxus moaned out in pleasure and pain alike, boring his sharp canines into his lower lip so they almost drew blood. The whip hadn't been too harsh but it had been precise and hard enough to sting pleasantly all the while Freed had begun to gyrate his hips, then gone over to fuck him relentlessly.

Laxus didn't know what to do with himself. His mind was everywhere and nowhere. He had long been reduced to a needy mess and his body was writhing. No doubt that, by the end of this night, he would neither be able to walk nor know where's left and where's right.

Mirajane clearly indulged in the sight, a smile on lips, hot and heavy. Her blue eyes watched where Freed's and his body connected, where he drove himself into him again and again, then her gaze lingered on Laxus' cock and then that smile targeted him as she climbed on top of his shaking frame.

The headboard he was bound to was being slammed against the wall with how vigorously he was being fucked and all kinds of incoherent sounds were falling from his lips. Moans, pleas, whimpers, all of them.

Freed's sounds were mingling with his and it only got better when he adjusted the angle, driving himself into him even deeper. His prostate was being hit with every thrust and he was tumbling on the line between sanity and insanity. Laxus faintly registered how the riding crop travelled across his chest and how Mira let his leaking cock slide between the lips of her pussy. She was so wet again, aroused by the sight of her boyfriends, by their sounds and by their shared pleasure.

Laxus gasped when her slick wetness coated his cock but he remembered that he was still here for their pleasure mainly. They weren't there for his. Not tonight. Tonight, they were indulging in a clear power imbalance and it couldn't be any more delicious.

"Mhhhh, yes…" Mira hummed as she began to tease her clit with Laxus' cock, rocking her hips and letting it slide between her lower lips without ever letting it slide into her. Behind her Freed was leaning in to leave a kiss on Mira's neck, breathily moaning against her perfect skin. He felt how Freed pulled out of him almost entirely just to slam back inside and Laxus gasped, hard. Tasty, stinging pain joined him again when Mira whipped his other nipple while she kept pleasing her slit and clit with his cock and it took him a moment to process that she had said something.

"Can you repeat what you said earlier? Who do you belong to, dear?" Mira was gazing down at him, demanding. Laxus saw that she had to bite her lip for a moment as pleasure continued to build up inside her again but her gaze on him was intense and her demanding words underlined with a delicious groan.

Laxus felt overwhelmed. By everything that was going on. His body was overriden with pleasure. The friction he finally received on his cock was divine even if he would love to be inside her warmth, the stinging pain intoxicating, Freed's thrusts sending him to the brink. He felt how his boyfriend's cock swelled inside of him with a building orgasm and fuck, he just wanted to tumble over that edge. He was so close.

"Say it, Laxus." Freed's voice wasn't any less demanding, tone authoritative though breathless and strained with moans, and making Laxus want to give in. To them. To his pleasure. To everything he had thought he couldn't be but was clearly proven wrong.

"F-Fuck-" Laxus spluttered forward and his confession was almost drowned out by the sound of mingling moans, the wooden headboard banging against the wall, and his own shameless scream of pleasure that melted into his words when he came. "I'm yours, fuck, I'm yours!"

The orgasm felt like heaven's blessing and he knew that it was true. The only heaven he'd ever go to was heaven with them, his two devils no less. Every muscle in his broad body clenched, a sharp tug on the restraint made him feel the burn once more and his jaw slacked. Sweat was covering his skin and as spurt after spurt of cum shot from his dick he felt how Mira rode on the wave of her own orgasm, her arousal mixing with his release. Her moans were high-pitched and lovely and his own turned into mere mewls, his cheeks burning red with exhausting and the feel of Freed spilling himself inside him, his cum coating the walls of his ass and leaking out of it as his thrusts stuttered and slowly ebbed away into slow, lazy movements.

As all three of them were spent and panting, Laxus felt how Freed pulled out of him, careful not to move too quickly. One last weak moan left his lips at the loss of pressure and his legs trembled as Freed slowly set them down on the bed.

Mira had abandoned the riding crop. Her eyes were closed in bliss, and a tired smile took over her lips when Freed leaned in behind her to leave a soft kiss against her shoulder blade.

Laxus barely had the strength to open his eyes, fixed on controlling his breathing. But when he did and set his gaze upon the sight of his two dishevelled lovers, he couldn't help the smile that took over his features. He was blissfully exhausted, he would without doubt be sore in the morning and he was absolutely going to admire all the marks in the mirror Freed and Mirajane had left on him. He couldn't wait.

But now a glorious and peaceful time of aftercare was awaiting him and god, fuck, he needed and looked forward to it.

Freed and Mira both smiled at him, adoring his sight. Mira shared a short, loving kiss with Freed before leaning down to share her lips with Laxus, and just shortly after Freed came to stand by the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Laxus as well once Mira had withdrawn.

He savored their touches, savored their scents and faintly registered how Freed began to undo the tie around his wrists.

Laxus really was theirs, and the love the three of them had for each other was endless.

#fairy tail #laxus dreyar #freed justine #mirajane strauss #mirafraxus #fraxus #miraxus #mirafreed #thank you for sending in the request anon! I'm very rusty I havent written for so long #but I hope this is too your liking! <3

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hgduo · 11 months

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I'm still sorta catching up on everything and I have a lot of fucking thoughts... but honestly... hot take... circumstances aside this might be a good thing for them provided q!Cell is careful with what he does next ( which... idk man his mind is a whole 'nother can of worms rn-)

We can all agree that these two care a LOT about each other and they match quite well... but they definitely rushed into things during an intense time of their lives- I mean they hadn't even gone on their first date yet and were already engaged. They had just gotten out of a high adrenaline situation and were fresh off of realizing that they liked each other as more then friends and jumped to one of the furthest steps you can travel with a relationship on top of all the other shit that's going on in their lives rn. So, maybe they need this break right now before they actually do tie the knot, should that still be on the table for them.

I want them to make it work, but I also want it be healthy and for them to not just rush into things again just because they love each other... Cellbit's love for Roier, while genuine, can push him into dangerous places during this very stressful time for him- it is something that makes him happy and he does not want to let it go. He is very afraid of losing Roier and while Cellbit recognizes that Roier needs the space right won't try to pressure him to continue things I worry about this fear pushing him further into dark places while he's caught up in all of these painful emotions right now. Cellbit never ever wanted to hurt Roier ... but that fact is he still did... Right now it kinda feels like he is stuck on thinking about how he can fix things and make Roier happy when what would really make Roier happy would be taking the time to focus on helping himself recover from all the shit that's happened to prevent another incident and accidentally hurt Roier (and by extension himself) yet again. Cellbit is hot off the heels of stress after stress and we still don't know the full extent of what the federation even did to him- he loves Roier yeah and q!Cellbit has over the years made a lot of progress compared to the downright horrible person he once was, but the fact of the matter may be that Cellbit might not be in the right place for a relationship right now- especially something as serious as marriage.

And Roier, while doing the healthy and right thing with breaking things off, has already forgiven Cellbit which is a bit concerning given he literally killed his grandpa (real or not- the fact still stands he would've killed that old man)- I think he does still want to be with Cellbit, but he really needs to take the time to properly nurse the pain before going back into the heat of things- yes being with Cellbit made him happy but right now he feels very hurt and once again betrayed by someone he trusted with all his heart (and that first situation honestly didn't even happen that long ago) ... no matter how much he loves him Roier needs the time to consider if being with him is still good for him right now and if he can not only trust Cellbit again but be prepared for possibly being hurt again ( and I'm not saying that to push any of the responsibility of things going sour here off of q!Cell- he fucked up big time- I'm saying it because that's one of the hard parts of love- sometimes you will hurt your partner or get hurt by your partner even if there was no intention of hurt- and there's no shame with not being ready for that or not being able to forgive that.)

Both of them have been through a lot and I really want them to make it work but... well they gotta Make it work for things to Work, yeah :3

Wow this ended up being way longer then I intended- Basically- These two just need to slow down and take the time to sort things out- primarily with themselves rn... even if I have a nagging feeling that it may get worse before it gets better- ( because uhh,,, I mean- just- *gestures at the murderous traumatized tiny catboy* )

but uhhh I don't really wanna get my hopes up not because I don't have faith but man have I been burned badly before my track record with these things is fucking awful but like- I'm rooting for them I really am- can we have a ship that DOESN'T end tragically for once to spice things up please- can we have a wedding and mariage that DOESN'T END IN FLAMES PLEASE I 🙏

also yeh maybe I'm looking way too deep into the block game roleplay but dammit it's just so fun to do so LMAO

#I love fun toxic relationships... but like... with these two I would love to see them make it work- even if takes awhile #but also... like I said I'm currently on a losing streak with these things so... don't get your hopes up- I call myself Jinx for a reason!#also speaking of myself- Jinx? Writing mcrp analysis shit in 2023?????? I never thought the day would come-#I just woke up not too long ago after working a 3 am shift yesterday so I apologize if this isn't very good- I'm very rusty now #qsmp #long post

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tae-and-honey · 2 years

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Care For Me

It’s an award show night, and Johnny comes home from shooting in a bad mood and is struggling to get ready. You step in to give him some love and care to turn his mood around, and he returns the favor.

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Warnings: fem reader, smut, unprotected sex

When your boyfriend Johnny is in a bad mood, there’s no slamming doors to give you warning, he’s too gentlemanly for passive aggressive shit like that. Instead, he insists everything is fine, and his anger festers under the surface until it mounts in a meltdown that could stop traffic. By now, you can recognize some of the signs, so when Johnny came home from shooting to get ready for the MTV Video Awards and already had that deep crease in his forehead, you knew he’d need a little extra love.

“Hi babe,” you greet him with a kiss. He doesn’t turn to face you, so your kiss lands on his cheek. Yeah, not a good sign.

“Hi babe,” he replies, quietly, already pulling away to grab a glass of water.

“How was filming today?” you ask gently, putting out the feelers.

He’s standing in front of the kitchen sink, arms braced on either side of him, his head being held up solely by the tension of his arms and shoulder blades.

“Let’s just say I’m really glad to be home, and extra annoyed I have to turn around and go to the award show. Anyway, I don’t have time to complain, I need to go get ready.”

He walks down the hall into your bedroom, feet dragging. You watch him while you start in on your makeup, also trying to get ready for the award show. He stares at his closet, starting to grab a shirt before grumbling to himself and putting it back. After a few minutes, his side of the bed is covered in shirts and pants, none good enough.

“Fuck this, I don’t have shit to wear,” he whispers to himself, moving to our ensuite. You catch a look at his face reflecting in the mirror, Johnny’s jaw is pinched tight. He moves onto styling his hair, which is still damp with sweat from filming in the heat. Raking fingers through his dark hair, he swears to himself at “how gross I am right now.” You hear the shower spray turn on, and see him take off his shirt and stick his head under the water. His toned back is littered with fresh bruises from a stunt today, probably causing pain and soreness with every movement.

He’s stuck his head in a towel, somewhat turned to face you, so you can see his chest. It’s hard to not stare at his muscular chest, his perfect pecs, but you have to remind yourself that Johnny is in a bad enough mood, and he probably wouldn’t take kindly to you coming up and biting his nipple.

While you linger on that thought, he’s started to try styling his hair, which has led to more swears.

He quickly turns around, an exasperated look on his face, “y/n, please, can you help me, I can’t do this shit. I need you.” His pain is palpable, eyes begging for something to go right.

You walk up to him, giving a gentle kiss on his jawline, and guide him to the bed. You push on his shoulders, making him sit down.

“Of course Knox, sit here, take a deep breath, and let me grab some stuff.”

You step into the bathroom, turning the hot water tap on, letting it heat up while you grab his hair products, face wash, cologne, and more. Once the water is hot, you soak a washcloth, wringing out the water. Walking back over to Johnny, he spreads his legs so you can stand in between them. You wrap his towel around his neck, and lay the steamy washcloth on his face. With just that, you can see his shoulders drop slightly, releasing a little bit of tension. You press on his face overtop of the washcloth, hitting pressure points like in between his eyebrows, his temples, and his sinuses. You remove the washcloth and take a pump of the facewash, brushing the suds over his face in circular motions, trying to scrub away the sweat and tension. You wipe away the suds with the washcloth before taking your nice moisturizer and spreading it out over his face.

Johnny’s face is missing all of the tension it held before, his eyes are shut and relaxed, and his previously pouty lips are upturned at the corners. He looks like a cat lazing in the sun.

You get on the bed to sit behind him, both of you facing the mirror in the bathroom. You pull him until his back rests against your chest, and feel him melt into you.

He is so relaxed, feeling like he can’t form words, just small moans, but every bone in his body is humming and he wants to spill out his feelings.

Fuck, she treats me so good, she feels so good. She’s too fucking good to me, even if it’s selfish, I can’t be without her.

As you brush your product-covered fingers through his hair, he can feel himself stirring. Your fingers feel so good on his scalp, lightly pulling his hair as you tease it into his usual shape. You don’t notice, but he can feel himself getting more and more sensual, his dick twitching lightly. He gently moans when you pull on his hair again.

You’re eating up the little noises he’s making, you watch his face in the mirror. His lips are parted, chin tilted up, and his entire body is slumped against you. Your eyes trail down his body, following every bump and curve of his muscles, drinking in how good he looks against you. Your eyes travel down to his boxers, where you see a tent forming. Mildly surprised, you try to not react, for fear of breaking the séance-like calm in your bedroom.

As your last step, you take his cologne oil, putting the roller ball against his skin. You hold each of his hands in yours one at a time, rubbing the oil against his wrist, before rubbing in the oil with your fingers. You bring the rollerball to the inside of his elbow, then up to behind his ears. You stare into the mirror, drinking in his reactions, watching his erection grow. You move the oil down to the center of his chest, gaging his reaction. Lastly, you roll the oil over his happy trail, right above the band of his boxers. His dick twitches when you do so, and his hips jump lightly when you follow behind with your fingers to rub in the oil.

When you pull away, Johnny’s mouth shuts, before clearing his throat. With eyes still closed, he groggily speaks.

“That felt... so good,” he clears his throat again. “Uhm doll, I think I have one more thing that I need your help with.” His eyes open and fall onto his erection, which is now a full tent.

“I must have made you feel really good, huh, babe?” You tease, with seduction dripping on your words.

“I feel like I just bathed in liquid dopamine. I could cum, jump off a mountain, or just simply die right now.”

You chuckle, bringing your hand down to toy with the band of his boxers. His dick twitches in anticipation, and finally satisfaction as you slide your hand into his underwear and wrap your hand around his erection. When you stroke up and down his member, his head rolls back onto your shoulder, exposing his neck to you. You lean down and pepper his throat with wet kisses and nips, careful not to leave marks that are too dark to hide for the award show.

He moans deeply and reaches up to cup the back of your head, bringing your mouth closer to his body. His other hand has a tight grip on your upper thigh, tightening every time you roll your fingers over the tip of his dick. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so good with your hands.”

He rolls over to face you, pushing you down so you’re flat on your back, pulling away to kneel on the ground, his face level with your thighs. He unties your bathrobe and drags you by your knees until your ass is at the edge of the bed. He presses his wet tongue flat on your pussy, overtop your underwear, where he can already feel your wetness soaking through. You can’t control the guttural noise coming out of your mouth. Pointing his tongue and pressing harder into your clit, you grab onto his hair to keep as much of that sensation as you can.

Johnny takes the hint when you start pulling your underwear down, and he slips them down your thighs, kissing and biting down the same path. You bring his head back to your center, and he grabs onto your hips as he dives back into your pussy. His tongue is hot and hard against your wet pussy, alternating between wide, flat licks over your lips, teasing flicks at your clit, and full, eye-rolling-back suction on your clit. His pace is fast but sure, not missing a beat. The tension in your walls is mounting to the point you’re squirming against Johnny’s tongue. He squeezes your hips before bringing one hand up to your breast, and one hand down to his boxers, slipping them off and stroking himself.

“Stay still,” he growls, his breath tickling and heating up your pussy further. You whine from both how hard it is not to move against his tongue and how fucking hot it is when he’s dominant.

His fingers play and flick at your nipple and you can feel his moans vibrate against your pussy, and it almost sends you over the edge. You can’t see him touching himself, but hearing and feeling his moans is almost better, and it’s getting so hard to contain yourself.

“I’m getting close,” you breathily moan.

You feel him smile against your lips and know you’re in for it, he’s going to throw you over the edge of your orgasm.

His hands slide under your thighs and loop up around your hips to pin you in place, and he attacks your heat with his tongue, sucking and flicking against your clit, and you feel yourself let loose. He holds you still so you have to take all the extra simulation, making your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You squirm against his tongue, making the most inhuman noises.

He keeps licking at you, all but drinking your wetness. You pull at his shoulders until he comes up to meet your face, and you crash into each other. He is pushing you up the bed while you’re stroking his hard cock. It’s a mess of limbs and blankets, but you spread your legs and pull him into you, never breaking your kiss.

He lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and you guide his length into your wet pussy. He bottoms out in one thrust and you both moan in unison. His cock fills you up so well, stretching your walls in the best way. He can feel you pulse around his dick, still sensitive from your orgasm, and the saccharine sensation makes him pause and drink it in for a moment.

He can’t wait any longer, and starts to slowly thrust into you, pulling out of the crook of your neck to make eye contact and check that you’re ready for him. You nod, and feel him start to move deeper into you. His pace is slower at first, but when you look up into his eyes and bite your lip, he twitches and lets loose on you. His body weight is braced against your leg, bending you in half, pinning you to the bed. He pumps deep and hard into you until the stretch from your leg on his shoulder and his dick filling you all bleed into delicious friction. His cock slides in and out, grinding his hips while he thrusts, reaching different parts of your walls, forcing moans and groans out of you, edging you towards your second orgasm.

“Fuck yes, let me hear you, tell me how much you love my cock”

“Johnny,” you moan out his name. “You fill me up so good, god I love your dick, I need you.”

Your moans and dirty words go straight to his cock, making him twitch inside of you. His arousal is mounting, and feeling you clench around his dick pushes him further and further towards cumming.

“How close are you, baby?” Johnny brings his thumb down in between your legs, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Holy fuck that feels good, I’m so close, so so close.” Him stimulating your clit while filling you up so tight, you’re holding on by a thread.

“Cum for me y/n, I want to feel you cum on my dick”

His words, his hand, his cock push you over the edge, and your high rips through you, feeling like hot ecstasy rushing through your veins, all rushing towards your pussy. You spasm and clench around Johnny, your walls gripping him, hands latching onto any limb of his you can find, and legs shaking around his hips.

The feeling of your orgasm around him shoves Johnny over the edge, and he thrusts one last, deep, hard pump into you before spilling his load. His whole body freezes, overcome with pleasure, before the stimulation becomes too much and his body starts to twitch. He collapses on top of you, unable to hold himself up. Riding out both of your highs, the tangle of limbs and sweat and cum couldn’t put a damper on how great you feel.

Johnny comes to before you and pulls out, hissing and lightly moaning. She even feels this fucking good when I’m pulling out.

His dick leaving you makes your walls quiver, but you’re left with the hot, wet feeling of his orgasm in you. He pulls away, gently grabbing the thigh he had on his shoulder and bringing it to softly rest on the bed, rolling onto his back, and bringing you with him to rest on your side against his chest.

You both take a deep sign, so blissed out that words haven’t come yet, the two of you just lay together, enjoying the little halo of dopamine.

After a couple minutes of catching your breaths, Johnny breaks the silence.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt as good as I do now.” You smile to yourself, tracing circles on his chest with your fingers.

“No bad mood leftover?” You lift your head to look into his eyes.

“Hell no darlin’, you fucked it outta me,” he chuckles, southern accent shining through. “Well actually, first you loved it out of me, then you fucked it out of me. I don’t think I’ve ever been loved on like that.” His voice deepens a little on his last sentence, trying to convey the tight, heart-squeezing feeling in his chest right now.

You meet his eyes, whispering ‘I love you’ and kissing his chest. You bury your face into his body, trying to physically meld into him, because if you stare at him anymore, you’re not sure if you’ll happy cry or try to jump his bones again. He holds you tight, so content to be here, in the bed you share.

“Okay sweetheart, let’s get ready for this show now, I’m sure we’re late as hell.” You both groan and sit up, bodies sore but satisfied. Johnny runs over to the bathroom, this time getting you a hot washcloth. He lays you back down, wiping away the cum from your body, showing you the love you showed him. You giggle a little to yourself at your boyfriend wiping your thighs and pussy for you, but don’t resist, as it feels so good to have him care for you like this. He kisses your now clean thighs, up your stomach, your boobs, chin, cheek, and finally your lips.

You stand up, looking up at Johnny. “Are we liking this hair style I made while you were eating me out?”

He turns around to look in the mirror and busts out laughing.

“Ohhh, yes!”

#she's a long one #this was so much fun to write #let's hope I'm not too rusty #be kind if I am lol #jackass #jackass smut #johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville smut #jackass fanfic #johnny knoxville fanfic

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linonyang · 4 months

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well,,, hello,,, finally touching my wips again after almost 4 months? :'> might write something new idk

#really rusty rn but i suddenly feel like writing while i'm still on break #bc i know i wouldn't be able to write that much when the term starts #also thinking of writing for seventeen too lol #let's see how things will go in the next few days :DD #hope everyone's still alive and well !!#r.text

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grokebaby · 4 months

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Visualize this as everybody you've asked the Oc Sweets ask to playing a paddel game with the ask as the paddel ball. The ask has gone from person to person, and now it's arrived back to you!

If your OCs were sweets/candy, which ones would they be? Especially MewMew and Evilicus!!!

Ooh and as an extra question, what's their favourite candy?

Oooooogghhhhhh me when. That which I put forth comes back to meee yahoo heehe (the fact that this is the second ask about this topic haha). I am bonked on the head by the ball. Kiitos :)

I think Mewmew would likely be marshmallows due to the immaculate softness and sugary sweetness. Just the whole vibe. I personally can't stomach marshmallows bc they're wayyy to sweet for me hahah... Mew could also easily be like a smores! Crunchy (the tech parts) with soft and melty stuff (bio parts and fuel). Doesn't that just sound yummy :) lol

The marshmallow (or s'more) would also be fitting bc of how.. Heavy? It is. Like. So much fat and you can't eat too many before you have to stop. At least that's it for me so. That adds to the Mewmew vibe (bc m is nothing if not Heavy Class and tanky!)

Though, I could also make the argument for Mewmew being like, fruit gummies? I have this specific zoo animal gummy type in mind

Bc haahaa artificial thing resembling a real animal :) but still!

Evilicus... Hmmm... I really wanted to say some Halloween candy here bc of the vibes.. Ev is so edgy. But I feel like something else would represent them better..

Let's say. Cake. Let me paint the picture for you. It's at least two tiered. It's got sharp and detailed frosting. It's got hard meringue spikes. It's got decorations and maybe a surface sculpted of almond paste. It's got plums and other dried fruits in the batter. Chocolate sauce. Raspberry sauce - red as blood. The raspberry sauce has the faintest hint of chili. The whole thing is in purple and black. Tadah! Evilicus.

.. Or, after being defeated it's a little fruitcake with chocolate ganache and berry sauce thrown on top. Still relatively fancy but definitely comprised of less.

As for what those two would like, it's gonna be very different from what treats they would be!

Mewmew -..... Cat treats. But if you asked about human candies the answer is probably cookies or candied fruit. More likely cookies but Mewmew likes fruits and veggies in general.

Evilicus - Hard to say, they don't eat much.. 🤔 I think rock candy would be fun for them though! Just like those nefarious power crystals they used to acquire in their glory days. I could also say lollipops and then like, banana bread and tiger cake, and other less sweet but still desert baked goods.

#Ask #THANK YOUUUUU:)#I would've talked about more characters but I didn't want this to get too long #I am a person incapable of being brief in anything #This was fun though I really appreciate!!!#I'M WORKING ON THE OTHER ASK RN BTW #This one was just easier for me to figure out is all #But fear not other asker you've not been forgotten<3 #Also Rusty hope you're having a nice one. It's lovely to hear from you again :)

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