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A Demon’s Ache — Part 10
Eyeless Jack x Reader
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“J-Jack—fuck! Please~”
Your whining is music to his ears
He delves his inhumanly long tongue between your folds, and your back arches up, another beautiful sound escaping you as your walls clench around him
He growls into you, his hands pinning your hips down, forcing you still, forcing you to take everything he’s giving you
Moans and curses intermingled with the sound of his name fall from your parted lips
You reach down, tangling a hand into his hair, your fingers digging into his scalp as your muscles seize
He feels you tense, feels your thighs quiver on either side of his head, but just as you’re on the cusp of hitting your peak, he pulls back to nip and suck at your inner thighs
“N-no—Jack,” you whine his name as your hips grind up, searching for more stimulation, but he doesn’t grant you the release you need
He knows you’re getting so, so desperate
And oh how he adores what it’s doing to you—everything from the sound of your voice to the look in your eyes, to all the fucking arousal gushing out of you—it’s so fucking hot
Honestly, he’s impressed at the self-control he has
He didn’t know he could resist pounding into you for this long
He didn't realize he could edge you for this much time, listening to you beg so loudly and so shamelessly, without bending you over and fucking every inch of his painfully hard cock into your squelching walls
He wants so badly to feel you all wrapped up around his dick, but he won't allow himself the pleasure
“Jack—“
Your plea has him humming in response as he brings a finger to your entrance
You choke out a sob as he teases up and down your slit a few times, just barely ghosting over your clit, and then he very slowly pushes it between your folds
Something like a gasp and a whimper escapes you, and when he looks up from between your legs, he finds you squeezing your eyes shut with a gorgeous mix of pleasure and torment on your face
He purrs into your heat, curling his finger, feeling more slick soak your entrance with every slow, calculated movement of his digit
"J-Jack, I can't—I-I need to cum~ Fuck, please fuck me, please, I need you to fuck me~"
He almost can't take it
God, you're begging for him to do the one thing he's wanted to do for so fucking long now
But he doesn't give in
Instead, he keeps fucking you on his tongue, keeps pumping his finger in and out of your perfect little cunt until your thighs start shaking again
He adds a second finger, presses his lips around your clit and sucks—hard
The sound you make is nothing short of divine
If he thought he was addicted to you before, there's no way he isn't by this point
You get close to your peak all over again, squirming and whining, your hips gyrating and your muscles seizing as he fucks as much pleasure into you as you can possibly want
He considers backing out at the last second again to drag this out even longer, but your back arches up again and your fingers reach down to scratch at his back—and there's suddenly no way he can resist giving you what you deserve
You're loud and wonderfully filthy when your orgasm finally crashes into you
You tug him forwards, suffocating him between your thighs, and he swears heaven couldn’t compare to this
He feels you clenching impossibly tightly around his fingers, and thinking about how good you’d feel around his cock has him groaning into your arousal
You’re shaking and gasping, cursing and crying out his name as he coaxes every ounce of pleasure through your form
“Fuck—F-fuck, Jack!~”
He almost can’t bring himself to stop again—even when your orgasm completely dies down
But he's gotten better at understanding your limits, and he knows when too much really is too much
He pulls back before you reach that point, and it grants him one of the most beautiful sights he could possibly ask for
You’re flushed, breathing heavily, your chest heaving with that wonderfully familiar dazed look in your eyes
There’s an absolute mess between your thighs; a mix of cum and his saliva with plenty of red marks and love bites scattered about
No matter how many times he's seen you like this, no matter how many times he keeps seeing you like this, he'll never get used to how fucking gorgeous you look
You're an absolute goddess
Jack's on cloud nine
It's like he's constantly on a high, like nothing else matters as long as he gets to see you at night
He's never felt so blissfully carefree in his life before, even before the cult sacrifice and all
He feels euphoric knowing that he's the one you think of, he's the one you go to when you need relief
Not Jeff, not Hoodie, not any of the other creeps at the mansion that would kill to get a chance with you
It's especially satisfying knowing you're no longer going to Jeff
He hasn't smelled that scar-faced fucker on you in a while, so he thinks it's safe to assume you've lost interest in him
He knows he's still being childish about the whole thing; if he really wanted to know what happened between you and Jeff, he could just ask you about it
But he doesn't want to start any drama, and he's honestly too happy to bother with it anyways
It gets to the point where, instead of feeling that burning swell of anger whenever he sees the raven-haired killer, he just feels smug
He doesn't know how Jeff knows what’s happening between you and Jack
But he knows the death glares Jeff shoots him means that he somehow does know—and he's none too pleased about it
Which only makes it all the better
Deep down, he knows feeling invincible like this won't last forever
And he knows that if anything jeopardizes his relationship with you, he's going to be more miserable than he’s been in a long, long time
But he figures there's no point in worrying about that now
He should just enjoy things while they last
And he shouldn’t take things for granted in the meantime
He promises himself he’ll do anything to keep you satisfied, to keep you safe and happy with him
Even if you are just friends with benefits
The whole casual relationship thing isn’t his ideal, but he'll take whatever he can get
He won’t try to push things
Whatever you want, however quickly or slowly you want to take things—he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you
It’s a stormy weekday evening when you text him to meet up in your room
He can hear the rain thudding dully against the mansion walls as he makes his way through the hallway
The shift in weather is nice; he appreciates a break from the otherwise overbearing heat and humidity of the summer
And, combined with the suggestion of tonight's affairs, it's like everything's going his way tonight
He's never felt so lucky in his life before
He reaches your room, knocks on the door, and your voice, as gentle and comforting as always, answers from the other side
"S'open"
He walks in, closes the door behind him, and he doesn’t know why, but he suddenly feels nervous
Anxiety, seemingly coming out of nowhere, blooms in his chest, and he feels his heart rate picking up
It's only calmed by the sight of your smile, by the feeling of your hand reaching for his as you tug him towards the bed
“Come,” you hum
He lets you lead him forward—he'd follow you to the depths of hell, if that's what you wanted—and when you push him down onto the mattress, he falls back without any resistance
He's your loyal lapdog, a slave to your desires
Your window's partially open, and the sound of the rain battering against the glass is louder in here, but it only makes him feel all the more comfortable in your room, with you by his side, sheltered from the summer storm
There’s nowhere else he’d rather be right now
You straddle his hips, and his hands find purchase around your thighs like second nature
But there’s something different about tonight, he can feel it
And his theory’s confirmed when you nervously shift on top of him, your teeth toying with your bottom lip like you’re debating something
“What’s wrong?”
He tries to sound calm, but it’s hard to push down the worry settling in the pit of his stomach like a heavy boulder
You hesitate, and his previous worry skyrockets tenfold
"(Y/n)—"
He's about to ask again, urgency betraying his voice, but then your lips are pressing against his mask and his mind is suddenly blank
It, admittedly, stuns him for a moment
It's almost like he's getting kissed for the first time; he doesn't know how to react, doesn't know what to do with himself
His heart’s pounding in his chest
He wants to kiss you back, wants to feel the soft plushness of your lips against his, but his fucking mask is in the way again
There's maybe an inch of space between your lips, and that inch is pure agony
You end up pulling away much too quickly, before he even gets the chance to snap himself out of it and kiss you back
He doesn't know how to tell you he wants more—he wants so much more
He leans up, following you as you pull away from him, and your name slips from his lips in a husky murmur
He's been intimate with you before; he's pressed his mouth between your thighs and felt you cum against his tongue plenty of times by now, but this kind of intimacy is different
There's a bright flash of light outside, followed by the rumble of thunder in the background
But it all feels distant, like everything is only secondary to you
He doesn't know what’s on your mind
All he knows is that he wants to give you anything, everything you want
You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, your fingers moving up to scratch through his scalp
He groans, a wave of tingles moving down his spine
Your name hangs off the tip of his tongue, quiet and desperate like a prayer, but he holds it back
It’s only when your fingers reach for the edges of his mask that he finally understands what you want
He feels your hesitance—he hears it in you’re breathing, in the irregular pulse of your heart against your ribcage
He understands what you want now, and he usually wouldn’t allow it, wouldn’t allow such vulnerability, but it's you, and he trusts you more than anyone, more than anything
Which is why he doesn't make a move to stop you when you slowly tilt his mask up and off his face
It's not the first time you've seen him without his mask on
But the sight of his uncovered face is most certainly a rare one
He’d partially remove it when he was going down on you, when he was kissing and nipping at your impossibly soft skin, but he's always avoided taking it off completely
Call it insecurity, call it habit—he doesn't know which it is anymore
He doesn't care; it doesn’t really matter either way
All that matters is your reaction to him exposed
He almost expects the worse, just because it’s hard to imagine anything else, but your kindness is utterly disarming
There's a softness in your eyes as you stroke his cheek with feather-light touches
The skin on his face is sensitive; he can’t remember the last time anyone touched it
"You're so beautiful," you whisper
He almost wants to cry
Another crackle of thunder follows a flash of lightning, and a cool breeze from your open window intercepts the otherwise warm heaviness in the room
Your fingertips trace along his jawline, memorizing his bone structure as he clenches his teeth together
You tilt your head, your thumb inching up to roll over his lips, to feel the soft flesh beneath the pad of your finger
His heart’s beating so fast
His body’s tense, his muscles stiff
No one’s ever looked at him like this before, no one’s ever touched him like this before
There’s a lump in his throat as his chest tightens
But even then, even as you stare into the face of a monster, you don’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it
“So pretty,” you murmur
And then you’re leaning down and your lips are touching his
He’s dizzy
After all this time—all this fucking time—he almost can’t believe it’s happening
You’re kissing him
You’re on top of him and you’re kissing him and it's all so surreal
It's almost too good to be true
He doesn’t realize how tense he is until you start rubbing circles over his jaw
And then he finally starts relaxing beneath your touch, all but melting beneath you
He can’t resist you
He’s defenseless against you
Your lips are so soft, and they fit just perfectly against his
He swears you were made for him—there’s no other explanation for it
You’re meant to be his
The kiss is everything he’s ever dreamed it to be and more
And it, again, feels like it could never last long enough when you inevitably pull away
He’s so utterly hooked on you
You’re a drug and he’s a junkie—always doomed to be craving more
He could never get enough of you
You open your eyes, looking down at him, and it truly sinks in how incredibly madly in love he is with you
The feeling’s overwhelming; he almost can’t contain it
And everything about the moment feels so right, so perfect for him to admit his love to you
But right before he's about to confess, you suddenly stiffen, and a look of panic flashes through your eyes
“Jack, I—there’s actually something I wanted to ask you about”
He swallows back his confession, biting his tongue with a nod because he doesn’t trust himself not to blurt it out if he tries to speak
"I-I was just wondering if... if there's a reason you never... you know... want to take things further with me. During sex, I mean"
Oh
His perfect moment crashes down around him
He clears his throat, trying to dispel the haze of love clouding whatever’s left of his rationality
"Take things further? What do you mean?"
His brows furrow in confusion
How is it possible you're on such different wavelengths?
Do you really not feel anything for him?
No, there’s no way, he thinks
The way you looked at him, the way you traced over his features, the way you kissed him
Surely, you have to feel the same way about him… right?
"I just..." you trail off, looking to the side, your gaze landing on the storm just beyond your window
You seem lost in thought for a brief second, but then you return your gaze back to the demon beneath you
"You only ever... you know... focus on me. You never ask for anything in return. And I know there was that thing at the party, but you haven't mentioned it, and you haven't brought anything like that up at all"
You look at him expectantly, though there's a hint of worry in your features
He releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding
Is it really all just wishful thinking on his part?
Let it go, he thinks, this is just a casual thing
You just want casual sex, and that's alright, he's ok with that and nothing more
He swallows back his feeble attempt at convincing himself
He has to be satisfied with whatever he can get
"I uh..." he pauses for a moment to think how to explain things without exposing too much
"I just... I'm worried," he finally admits, "I have... these—these instincts. And they can be very, very hard to control”
His fingers tighten around your hips at the mere thought of it
“I guess I just don't want to lose control if we take things further,” he continues, “I don't want to jeopardize your safety"
He has to stop himself from grimacing at that last part
He can't imagine how horrible he’d feel if you told him to stop and he couldn't
There'd been a few times where it almost came close, where he’d almost lost himself to his base urges when he was eating you out
The memory makes him huff bitterly
No wonder you could never love a monster like him
“So… that’s it?”
He looks up to find a surprised expression on your face, and in return, he tilts his head in confusion
“What do you mean?”
“I-I mean, there’s no other reason? You haven’t been asking for anything in return because you’re scared of hurting me?”
He nods, omitting the part that he’s also scared of marking you, of forcing you into a relationship you clearly don’t want
“And…” you pause, “and otherwise you would? Like… you would want more?”
He nods again
Of course he’d want more—do you really not know how he feels about you?
It’s your turn to nod, like you’ve made a decision
“In that case, I want… I want to try it, then”
You trail your hands from his face down to his chest, feeling the shape of his body through his clothes
Your touch resonates straight to his groin, and he wonders if you have even the faintest idea of what you do to him
He shifts beneath you
“(Y/n), I don’t—I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he admits, but even just the thought of you asking for this has his body coming to life
It’s like his skin is already buzzing for your touch
“Please? Please, Jack? I want this. I want you”
Fanning out your fingers over his chest, you use the leverage to slowly start rocking your hips over his
He inhales sharply through his nose
And whatever measly barriers he’d put up already come crumbling down to your will
He'll give you anything you want
How could he ever say no to you?
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Damn this man is fun to write. He's such a whore honestly.
4 of what I think is 12 of the smut wheel prompts. You get to thank @faust-bite for this one. I'm going to make him a needy bitch in heat bc that's what he is every time he's horny. Man doesn't like to admit he's horny until he's overloaded.
Also..LOOK AT ME MAKING THE MC GENDER NEUTRAL I say as there is no mc present in the fic
Prompt: him masturbating to the thought of you
"Ungh..."
Just the light from the moon and stars lights up his room. Fausts fingers tug through his hair as he breaths heavily.
"Vöglchen."
He moans, tugging his hair more. His other hand is rubbing himself. He's trying to work himself like you normally would, but you have some kind of special touch. Something he can't recreate no matter how much he tries.
Faust saw no issue in letting you go back to the mansion for a few days after Comte requested you for something. But it's barely been two days and he's missing your touch.
Missing your naked body on top of his own.
"Ahh-hh! Fuck!"
He can't believe he's so desperate for you. How could he let himself sink so low.
"I just want to-" he gasps before finishing what he wants to say, but he wants to fuck you. He's thinking about you laying under him, your ass in the air so that he can grab your hips and thrust into you.
His panting gets heavier as his hand moves faster. His arm lays over his eyes, covering them as if he's embarrassed. He would never use that word, but it didn't feel right to be so desperate for another.
Faust was doing fine all day until he got to bed. That's when he couldn't stop thinking about you. When he thought about you moaning his name. Thought about you touching him, and he touching you back.
He wants nothing more than to slide his cock into your tight little hole and fill it with his cum, only to fuck it back into you.
Faust groans as he starts to bite his hand. Last thing he needs is for anyone in the castle to hear him. He wouldn't care about them hearing him fuck you. No. He wants that. He wants them to know that you're his, that he's claimed you.
His pants get sporadic and out of control as he's getting closer.
"Fuck- fuck! Just like that, vögelchen!" He pulls his shirt up to his chest and quickly bites his hand again.
The hand on his cock is moving faster with a tightened grip. He whines until his tip spurts out a long stream of cum, leaving a mess on his torso.
His hand stops moving and he lets himself breathe. After a few moments he looks around squinting, trying to find something to clean himself with.
Nothing. He groans and reaches for his glasses to be able to look better. Nothing within reaching distance.
He lays his head back in his pillow after putting his glasses back, his cock still hard. Once wasn't enough.
There is no way he's going to be able to sleep like this. He is so horny it hurts.
"Damn it, meerschweinchen," he growls, instinctively starting to rub himself again. He didn't even realize he started until he let out another moan.
"Ungh... I'm fucking you so hard when you get back."
He closes his eyes, trying to imagine you bouncing on his cock, moaning along with him.
"Ahh- took...took my damn fuck toy away from me," he growls again, rubbing himself faster, bucking up his hips.
Faust bites his lip as he tugs his hair again. His desperate pants pick up again, filling his room along with the wet sounds his hand is making.
In moments his moans become whines as he feels himself getting closer.
"Ahh-hh! J-just like that, ungh!"
He touches himself in all the places he likes. "Stay still," he bares his teeth and tightens his grip.
Finally, new lines of cum cover his body, almost getting on his face. His pants are louder and he slowly opens his eyes as he lets go of his cock.
He sighs, realizing the mess he's made. He has no choice but to clean it. He goes to take his shirt off and realizes his cum got on it.
He grumbles to himself and takes it off, and just uses it to wipe his body. Once he cleans himself off he just drops the shirt off the edge of the bed. Not ideal but he'll deal with it tomorrow.
He fixes his pants and rolls over, finally feeling tired enough to sleep, even if he still isn't fully satisfied.
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the girl (7)
chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)
I made a post before this on. talking about the discord server that i have made. Since no one seen it or cared enough. I going to talk about it here. I was thinking my character was over powered in this chapter. so I made a post and was saying how I posted chapter 7 there and wanted some feedback. I posted on July 15th. a good 5 days before this one. So I left the chapter the way it is.
So if you want to join the discord comment: the robot you like. I will send you the link for the story
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I went back to my bag and began to dig. After I found my Nokia 1011 phone, a car door open sound filled the car.
“Good hold this.”
I handed him my phone and continued digging. When I felt the plastic case. I yank it out. so, I can grab the leopard glass and a security bandage with the four diamonds likes symbol. The same diamond as my pencil case. I was beginning to put on the glasses
“Sliver what you are doing.”
“don’t worry about it.”
“Why you are complaining, she looks good.”
“I will tell you this since it won’t go against Kris promise. when you see the things, I seen. You learn how to make your paths easier. I can't tell you anymore than that.”
I saw a yellow beam when, we were beginning to drive. it must have been that energy surge. Arcee was talking about. Grabbing my phone from Noah.
“Noah please hold this,” I traded Noah the phone for the badge after I toss my bag in the back.
“I must make a phone call. Mirage, please take control so I can concentrate.”
I quickly dial a number that I know by heart. The ringers didn’t even go to the second ring when he picked up.
“YOU BETTER EXPLAIN WHATS GOING ON!!!”
I pulled the phone away from my ear when he began to screaming. mirage was laughing for some reason and begin to say drama and sing song like voice.
“k plea- “
“NO EXCUSES. WE ARE RECIVCEING A MASSIVE ENERGY NEAR YOUR LOCATION. I KNOW FOR FACT THAT YOU HAVE A HAND IN THIS. SO, YOU BETTER START TALKING.”
I heard another one of mirages smart ass remarks. It was the ‘uh oh someone is in trouble.’
“K I don’t know what’s going myself.” I lied.
“I know your lying.”
“Dam it!” I said in frustration. “I will explain the best I can later. We got at least 15 minutes until I arrive and cause mayhem.”
“Not until I get at least something.” k can be very stubborn when it comes to someone he cares about. There only one sentence I know that can make just go along with whatever I say.
“I am trying to help a family get home.”
“Wait like human home or us home.”
“Us. this is there only way right now.”
“Wait until I get there.”
“There is no time. I need you on that computer that’s 2 ft to your left.” I heard him growl, but he I hear a chair roll.
“Fine. I want a story when its safe.”
“I promise. I need you. get to Ac and Sc files and find anyone that would still be there.”
Are ten minutes from arriving the campus
“You mean the ones still on campus?”
“You got it. get T. and V. to help. I need you to make them leave.”
“All right got all 900 people. Starting to send messages. Hey t and v get to your computers and start typing. Boss says so.”
I heard some shuffling in the back.
“Good, have them say there loved one is in hospital or Their place is on fire. if you need to get someone to pull the fire alarm. Get someone to pull the fire alarm. Anything to get them to leave. Hell, if need used the symbol on anyone who there I don’t care just get them gone.”
“Okay. the messages are starting to send, is there anything else?”
“Is Jason v. Armstrong. working at all tonight?”
“You are right, he should be at the security booth.”
“Call him and get him to let-
I looked at the badge Noah was holding
“Sarah J. Kelly though.”
I leaned back in the driver seat. acting like I was driving once again.
“Okay I will call him after. it won’t be any problem.”
We were down to 5 minutes
“Do you want me to see Cam to hack the security cameras.”
“Good call. Give it an hour before they come back up.”
I hear more shuffling in the back.
“T. said that he can't get a hold of Elena Wallace. She will be in the college. The same place that energy spike is at.”
“Alright If I see, I will do what I can. Keep trying to reach her.”
“k I hear talking in the background. speak to me.”
“Got it I will call after.”
“You better women or so help me, I will drag you back by the skin of my teeth if I must. You will have stuck her until we are old grey.”
“I know you will. Friends forever.”
“We never surrender.”
I hang up and tosses the phone next to my bag.
“You, young lady is amazing.” Said mirage.
“Sliver what was that?”
“My way in making sure no one gets hurt friends.”
No other questions were asked. We began to pull up to the security booth and as soon as I showed him the badge. He didn’t look twice. He opened the gate and began to pack up around his desk. we just roll in like we own the place. Once he stopped in a random parking spot. I jump out began walking to the doors.
“Sliver wait.” He was a good few steps behind me. I pushed the door open and began going up.”
“Sliver, wait I want to talk.” Noah grabs my hand. pulling me to a stop. “Please at least explain how you did all that.”
“I can't tell you that. if I do, you will be drag into something that is far too dangerous even for me. I promised your brother I will keep you safe and keeping my mouth shut is a must, then so be it.”
“Then why help them.”
“I will tell you what, I told Optimus. I know what it’s like trying to get home.”
I began to run up the stair. Just trying to outrun him so he doesn’t go farther down the rabbit hole Like Alice did with the white rabbit. I am trying to my promise. I will not drag you into the life I have. once I saw the door. I busted it open without a second thought.
When I was in the same daydream land again.
I was in a middle of a forest. the same forest that Apeling was in. the same surface of grass and tree like statues around me.
“how did I get here?”
Really how did I go from opening a door inside a building on earth to a planet I only saw once. I heard movement to my right. when looking at the sound there was a dull orange blob coming at me. the closer it came the more it began to take shape. It was a Cheetah, but not the ones on earth. This one was larger than the ones on earth. They had more of an orange coat, then its classic yellow. Also, Its eyes where a very bright green. Aren’t cheetahs supposed to have yellow eyes?
what really caught my attention was where he was heading. Right for me. I went into fetal position. I don’t know why I did that, but I did. I was never flattening like a pancake. I felt a chill in my spine. The feeling I had with Apeling. I became a full human when I saw the cat was becoming a wobbly blob again.
I felt a breeze pass me; a grey rhino was following the cat.its seems like no one is noticing me.i might not be able to get hurt in this dream like land. Wait, am I a ghost. My thoughts where interrupt when the sound of rustling trees filled my ears. I look up and saw Apeling, but it wasn’t really Apeling. The ape looked a lot smaller and more childish. Then a bird was following closely behind the primate. The birdie looked like a raven but completely metal and with a beautiful tint of blue.
A “I can do this.” Sound was coming from where the other animals where coming form
Was coming behind me. a very dark navy-blue blob was coming closer and closer. She had an outline of a wolf. The navy coat had a dot of yellow dots, mad her fur look like a night sky, with little stars at night. there was a fire is in her eyes. Nothing was going to stop her. the more she said the line the faster she was becoming. the walking night sky was passing each animal one by one. the more living beings she passed the more confident she gotten. Before anyone knows it, she was in second place. The dog and cat were neck to neck. Both determine to not let the other pass.
“Come on Midnight. You can't pass me. so, stop while you can.
“I not giving up that easily.” The finished line was feet in front their face was nearby.
While the cheetah kept trying to decrease the dog confidence. Mr. Kitty Cat didn’t notice the little pebble in the path. didn’t notice a little pebble. With him focusing on the wolf. His paw stumble on It. the stumble gave the wolf a better chance to jump ahead. Giving midnight the win. She was holding the stick in her mouth. Once she dropped it.
“Who the fastest now?”
“I let you win.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” While the canine was rubbing the win in the cheetah face. The others came through. Rhino was 3rd. bird was 4th and the ape was 5th.
“See sis, I told you can do it.” said the rhino.
“You were right Rhinox. I had to just believe in myself.”
“I let her win.” Said the cheetah.
“Keep telling yourself that.” said the bird.
“As much as this was fun, me and Star have to go.” said the ape.
While both party wave goodbye to each other. I stayed with the other 3.
“I did let her win; I just didn’t want to see her cry.”
“I appreciate your concern for my sister, but everyone say you stumble.”
“I didn’t stumble.” said the frustrated cheetah. When no one was going to believe his lies. he spit out ‘I going to hang with rattrap.’ Then began to run again.
When the last two left saw the orange furball was far enough. The bird saw her opportunity.
“Rhinox, can I ask you are personal question?”
“Go ahead Air-razor.”
“How do you feel about their feelings for your sister?”
“it’s complicated. As a big brother, they both don’t deserve her. she can do so much better than those two. But as their friend I have seen them grow over the years. They aren’t full mature, but they are better then Tigerhawk and Inferno. I learned I can't choose who she likes but if she is happy. That all that matters.”
After he finished his sentence. Everything was twisted. It twisted into a new scene. I was back with Midnight and the little ape.”
“So, what do you think Apeling wants to tell us.” midnight asked
“Something about a key.”
“Why would we need to know?”
“I don’t know. we might want to know everything we can right now before we become leaders.”
“You mean you will be.”
“We both have the chance.”
“No, you are Optimus Primal. You are the best person to lead. You lead all the group actives.”
“you are right about that, but you are the one that has all the ideas. I do apprentice the confidence boost, but don’t put yourself down.”
“I’m ju- “
Before they could continue their conversation. They walk into a cave. Where the real Apeling was standing. He was staring over the land. Kind of like Simba and Mufasa in lion king. When Mufasa says ‘everything that touches the light is your’ scene.
“Hello young ones.”
“Hello.” The little ones say.
“Today lesson is going to be special one.”
“Is it about the key?” ask Optimus.
“You are right. the key also comes with a legend. That precedes the dawn of our civilization. there is a vile god so large and so powerful, he has to consumed entire planets for fuel. That god is name Unicron.”
“isn’t that myth. We don’t need to worry about this god.” Said the Primal.
“It Could be a myth, but we aren’t for sure. It could be real for all we know.” said the wolf.
“Star is right. if he is real, he will be after this.” Apeling gotten up and walked inside the cave. Around a pedestal with a floating diamond thing. “If Unicron gets his hands on transwarp key. there is no way to stop him. “
“What is a trans-swap key?”
“Transwarp key. have been among our kind for generations. it allows us to go from universe to another.”
“So, if Unicron gets a hold of the key. he could open a portal. To eat other worlds?” Ask Optimus.
“Yes. There will be nothing in his way.”
“But isn’t there a way.”
“What do you mean.”
“In the records before the great war. They were saying something about a sister.”
“You mean brother and yes. Him and his twin brother (Primus) would fight for centuries. Unicron himself wanted to consume the universe. Getting rid of the good. So, there is nothing left but a void of torment. Primus had other ideas; he saw that there was good in freedom. He fought his brother time and time again. trying to keep the balance to the two sides. The legend says that Primus defeated Unicron each time. he was toss in a void to never be seen again. Said Apeling.
“Shouldn’t Primus have this instead of us.”
“That is a mystery that could not be solve.”
“Why is that?” Primal finally spoke up.
“We lost contact with Cybertron eons ago. with time information gets lost. Data pads get lost or destroy. without proof, all we know is that Primus and Unicron are myth.”
“That’s why they are myths? Ask Midnight .
“Yes. That is why if there even is a chance that Unicron is real. We need to guard the key from him and whoever is under his command.” Said Apeling.
“We promise to protect the key with our lives.” Said Both or the younger Maximal.
That when the vision started to change back to the museum room. rubbing my eyes trying to get eye site back. I was facing the window that lead outside for some reason. I heard chatter in the back. a girl voice said something about stealing museum property. I couldn’t fully make out the conversation. Once my vision was clear and I can see everthign like before. I saw three bots. The other 2 where unknown but when my eyes landed on the centered being. was Scrouge. Same one form Apeling vision. Nothing about seeing him said safe. I saw his hand turn into a canon, that’s when I knew we were in trouble. Seeing that it was powering up and aiming at us I turn.
“Elena and Noah get down.”
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I hate that i cant remember names of other peeps oc SORRY
But u have coral? It think so
To them 2, 6, 9, 18, 37, 43
And to Kation: 12, 15, 18, 24,
Anddd to u
Coral: A, B, J
Kation A, B, J as well
Oh wow this is a LOT! This'll be so fun to answer thank you :D theres art too! Image:desc in ALT
Coral (she/he)
2: How easy is it for them to laugh?
Laughter doesn't always come easy to him, and for long he was ashamed of her laughter. It's a snorty laugh in short quick puffs, I think it's really cute! She feels comfortable laughing around close friends tho, especially late at night after a long hang-out with candy and music :)
6: Do they consider laws flexible or immovable?
She want to be rebellious but in his heart, he thinks they're immovable.
9: Do they swear? First swear word?
He started swearing only after he'd Fallen, and the first one was shit xD
18: What embarrasses them?
Being wrong, wearing clothes he's not comfortable with, not having control over his body, showing people his vent-art, stuttering, being judged, being messy, a lot of things honestly.
37: Do they have a system to remember things?
She ties the thing she need to remember to a visual picture. For example, if needing to remember how to spell the word "carpet" she'll imagine a little kitty in a car. Car-pet.
43: how would they explain their sexuality?
Ooooh that could've been a post on its own tbh. No! I'll keep it brief! Coral is objectum. He's aroace when it comes to people. His beloved objects, his partners, are Boy! the bunny plushie, Rey the computer, Sugar the flip-phone and Stellar the chain. They're depicted in both the ref-sheets :) So the main type of objects he's attracted to are plushies, technology, chains and sometimes buildings :) But you know, just as with other sexualities, she's not attracted to EVERY object tn these categories, just as lesbians aren't attracted to ALL girls.
Kation (hen/she/it)
12: How do they deal with a itch in a spot they can't reach? (Thats so spesific what XD)
Can only imagine that being its back. Use a stick or rub its back against something like a corner, a tree, the couch, anything
15: How do they speak?
She talks on the spot and use a lot of slang and some swear-words, she's quite outspoken and its emotions affect their tone a lot. Its voice is kinda deep and rough/ragged, with a growl hiding just under the surface of the voice.
18: what embarrasses them?
Failing in things hen thought hen was good at, sharing vulnerable feelings, admitting flaws, being considered weak or mean
24: Are they comfortable talking about sex? With whom?
Kation is very confident in its sexuality and is comfortable with talking about it with anyone who wants to! It's just a casual topic to her.
To Me!
A: What am I excited about these characters?
About Kation I love its design and powers and personality, I love to draw hen and Imagine hen in all kinds of scenarios, how hen interact with others, anything. Designing outfits for both Kation and Coral is super fun, about Coral i love his emotional life, her facial expressions, that she's objectum, his past, his inner conflicts and problems and worries.
B: what inspired me to create them?
Kation was created because I needed a main character in my comic. Hen is a fat, nonbinary demon cus those are all things i think we should see more in media. Well... mostly the first 2, there's a lot of demons lol. But i think those 3 things is a great combo! Coral, as first depicted here, I just drew him cus I wanted to redraw the album photo for Replicas Redux by Gary Numan (with Are 'Friends' Electric? in mind). But I didn't want to draw the guy himself so i just switched him out w a demon i designed on a whim. I liked her design a lot and decided to add her to the lore of the comic i made, and make him Kations best friend, soon with lore of his own!
Question J was only for fandom OCs it seems so ... yeah :)
Wow this was fun!!! Thank you so much I hope it was interesting, either way i now have a cool post with lots of OC lore n stuff!
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🌼 Kisses & Brownies
Chapter 3:
The time seemed to be flying by and before you knew it, it had already been an hour since J entered your office. As you pleasured him with your breasts he chuckled softly. It was a sexy little laugh, followed by a long deep groan. His dirty green hair hung in his face as he looked greedily down at you. Chewing his bottom lip, he raised one arm up off the desk and reached out gripping your right nipple between his fingers. He simply held the sensitive pink tissue as you continued your up and down motion. It felt so good you moaned loudly, nearly forgetting the walls were quite thin. He smiled wickedly as he returned to watching your large tits bounce about. You both nearly jumped as there was a sudden loud knock at the door.
"Yo Daisy." Richie said through the metal door. It shifted a little suggesting he was trying to push it open.
"You know where the battery charger is? Can't find it nowhere." You sighed and replied,
"I loaned it to Rusty yesterday, he needed it for his bike." You wished he would just go away. There was a moment of silence as you and J remained perfectly still, frozen in your erotic act.
"Damn, ok." He said muffled through the door. He then continued,
"Mike and I are goin' for break. If you need us we'll be up in the lunch room."
"Ok." You replied impatiently. At least now you didn't have to worry about them hearing you.
Finally alone again J licked his lips as you resumed your kinky task.
"Good thing ya locked the door." He said quietly. You smiled a little and quickened your pace on him. Breathing sharp and short, his naked chest now glistened with sweat. You stopped moving for a few moments. Instead you just held him inside of your cleavage. Resting your breasts on his abdomen you used your split tongue to lightly flick the tip of his helmet. He scrunched his face and shifted uncomfortably on top of your desk. Lightly sucking on the tip of his dick, you teased him until he spoke up.
"Your too good at this doll.......gonna shoot soon." He said slightly out of breath. You resumed sliding him in and out of your tits all the while keeping your eyes locked on him. By the way he tensed up, you could tell that he wasn't going to last much longer. His cock was extraordinarily hard.
J sat up a little straighter as his body started to go rigid, a sure sign he was about to cum. You squeezed your pierced tits together tightly with your forearms as you bounced up and down. He brought his right hand up to your face and caressed your bottom lip with his slender fingers. Opening your mouth you sucked tenderly on his thumb as he started to lose control. Taking him out from between your breasts, you stroked him quickly. His mouth opened as he groaned deeply. It nearly sounded like a growl.
"Fuck....cumming....." His entire body shook and shuddered as he came. Sticking out your tongue, J shot his warm excitement all over your naked torso. He moaned loudly as he gripped your right breast and squeezed. While he emptied himself, you took in this unbelievably sexy display. You wanted to remember every single detail about him. How amazing his dick looked as it stood hard and erect. How his dark sultry eyes seemed to burn with desire for you. How he came almost animalistically. You were completely obsessed with this man. Seemingly finished, he looked an absolute hot mess. Your breasts received most of his spray allowing you to easily clean it off with your fingers and lick it up. He watched with a dirty smile as you gradually cleaned yourself off. Just then, you thought of another way to enjoy his company.
In the dim lighting of your office you stood before J. You were both still topless as he slid an arm around your waist and pulled you towards him.
"That was fun." He said with a crooked grin. Licking his lips, he looked as though he was going to say something else but then stopped. You found yourself battling the urge to lean in and kiss his beautiful mouth.
"Yes it was darling. Now I would like to have some fun as well ." You responded hoping he would catch on. It took a second or two for him to realize exactly what you meant. Once he understood his face lit up and he leaned in closer. Quietly he inquired,
"What can I do for ya doll?" He cocked an eyebrow and waited patiently for your reply. Your lips were nearly touching his as you answered him.
"I have a toy in my desk, let me just grab it." Leaning overtop of the desk, and partially over his lap, you reached into your top drawer. As you retrieved a small black bullet vibrator you felt his hand on your ass. You were still wearing coveralls from the waist down but they weren't very thick. He groped and smacked your bum playfully. For a few moments you simply stayed bent over him letting J fondle you and spank you.
"Such a bad girl....." You barely heard him whisper. It was then that you lost your self control.
Unable to fight the urge any longer you raised yourself up off of his lap and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, kissing him deeply. At first he just seemed to let you kiss him. Before long though he was gripping you tightly, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. Your breasts were now against his bare chest. His skin felt warm and soft, yet also rough and dry. Teasing J's nipples with your fingertips, he groaned as you felt him go hard again. His cock pressed against your crotch as you kissed each other passionately. You broke away from his kiss and looked him dead in the eye. Whispering you said,
"I want you to get me off darling." You grabbed his right hand and placed the small bullet vibe in his palm, wrapping his fingers around it gently. He inhaled slowly while a large grin grew on his face. His tongue slid seductively across his bottom lip.
"Yes ma'am." He replied.
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Chapter Three - Turned into Stone (M(T)PJ: Book 1)
My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey: Book One Masterlist
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The stone slowly released me, starting from my head. The sterile white walls outside of my prison blinded me for a moment, before my eyes adjusted.
Rarely, when J stole Pokémon, some were saved and recovered. Pictures of the clear displays made their way into certain news articles and on TV.
Horror mercilessly constricted my heart as I recognized my prison as one of those display cages. But as the stone receded from my body, as I regained my arms, I wondered aloud, "Kevin?"
Something behind me pulled my PokéBag off of me, and I turned to see a stranger in dark clothing taking it away, taking my Pokémon away.
Fury pulsed in my head, replacing the horror. "HEY!!" I tried turning, but I couldn't feel my legs – and then I looked down. My legs were still cast in stone.
Now someone out of view faced me back forward and held me still. Someone else moved my hair to reveal the back of my neck. "What are you—" I growled out, almost inhuman in tone, before I grunted in pain.
Something cold touched the base of my neck before it latched into place, firmly, painfully, almost boring into my skin.
"What are y—!"
I turned back into stone.
The next time the stone released me, Giovanni stood outside of my display cage, his hands behind his back, appraising me. J stood off to the side flanked by two of her henchmen, while several Team Rocket grunts accompanied their leader. I scowled at Giovanni but said nothing.
"Well, well, well, aren't you a blast from the past," he commented, his voice carefully controlled and smooth. "Who knew I'd be able to get you back for interfering in my interests those years ago? And now I even have some of the Pokémon that you did that with."
I bit my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.
"Oh, come, now," he said. "Don't you want to talk? I recall you always spitting out taunts or boasts, especially when you found your way into our little casino headquarters."
I finally noticed my PokéBag in one of the grunts' hands. "You'll regret this," I warned him in a low tone.
"Ah, there we are," he said to J. "Not as much of a spitfire as she was when we last stood face-to-face, but I digress." He turned back to face me. "I hope you realize that you get to see the new inside of our old headquarters. We have since... renovated. I think you will appreciate it when you see it."
I need to get out while I have the chance. Maybe I can work with other signature moves... like Voltorb's infamous Self-Destruct. "Any clues as to what you changed?" I asked sarcastically. "I doubt it's a guest suite." The energy, rotten and rotting, started growing in my chest. I had to keep him talking, to keep them distracted, while I prepared. "It can't be that impressive if you have to bring someone there against their will."
"It's truly pristine," Giovanni replied, mocking. "Not unlike Hunter J's accommodations here." He gestured to the empty and stainless white room and the dark, glossy floors. "Just a little less white, it's such a stark color. It doesn't quite suite the rest of our underground facility."
If I hadn't had a plan, if I hadn't had the power condensed in my body as I added more to it, that would have broken through my anger. I have to GET. OUT.
On that thought, I released the energy – a terrible, burning, bursting power – with me at the center of the near-deafening blast.
A heartbeat later, I heard glass as it fell with a clink, clink, clink, and as I opened my eyes the scene – once a calm, sterile scene with triumphant criminals gloating about their victory – that had become chaos, decorated with broken glass and scorch marks. Everyone in the room either got blown back against the wall or on the floor, some grunting and others struggling to move.
My glass prison lay, shattered, among debris of other equipment. I now could see I wasn't with other stone Pokémon, but a different cargo area. I didn't think about it much before I grabbed my PokéBag from the grunt, and ran. That was too much energy, I thought frantically, I can't spare anymore energy for that.
The lights dimmed, turned red, and a piercing siren reverberated around the ship, as I ran. I just ran. I heard footsteps, and ducked into a random room, a vacant one, luckily. I pulled out Persian – my oldest, stealthiest Pokémon. He looked at me, confused, once the white light dissipated.
"We're on J's ship, I was caught, they know," I hurriedly whispered. "I can't do much right now, I already used too much Teleport and I just did Self-Destruct. Team Rocket is here."
Recognition glinted in Persian's eyes as he got caught up to speed. He nodded.
"So we have to hide until I can get us out. But I can't do it alone. I need your experience."
He tilted his head. What do you have in mind? he seemed to ask.
"I don't know. We have to hide, but we won't be able to for very long."
Persian's ears swiveled toward the door. It wasn't long before I heard footsteps rushing past.
"We need to move, but we need disguises. We’ll stick out like a sore thumb, since the only other Persian is likely Giovanni’s," I said.
Then it hit me.
"Wait," I said. "Giovanni’s Persian. We can both impersonate him." If I can manage that, I added to myself. "We can only try and see, right?"
I had to focus, without any distraction. I had to turn into a Persian, not just a Meowth. And I couldn’t let the pain distract me from successfully shifting into a Persian.
I took a few deep breaths, while steps outside the door pounded past, and caused my own heart to pound with adrenaline and fear. I shut my eyes tight in anticipation of the pain.
Persian, I willed. I need to become a Persian.
The change started small, in my hands and feet. The bones shifted position; the muscles changed to a Persian’s physicality. Then Transform took my arms and legs, the tendons and tissue rearranging, they disconnected and reconnected with painful burning. My torso – it hurt to breathe. I almost didn’t feel the tail grow out this time, and my body rejected being bipedal. Then my head – my ears hurt as my jaw changed, a splitting headache jumped sharply into being. My skull became more malleable to change its shape, all of that inelastic bone bending with a potent, aching pain as it reset into its new feline form.
I gasped as the pain receded from my body, as I could breathe without sharp stabs into my lungs, as I recognized a feline Pokémon’s night-vision in the dark room, now I could see things in shades of grey. “Persian?” I panted. “Did I make any sounds? I need a second,” I added, as the pain gave way to a weak body that was still settling into itself.
“Yes,” Persian said. “But I don’t know how much they could hear past the door.”
“Then we need to move. Find a space where Charizard can take us away from here.”
He didn’t respond to that. I straightened up – as much as I could, both Charmander and Meowth are still bipedal, unlike Persian – and took a few steps to test out this new form.
I didn’t have enough time to adjust to this form. The door opened – a mechanical pocket door – as light spilled into the room that we hid in. I turned in time to see a silhouette – a man in a business suit.
“Two Persians here!” Giovanni called over his shoulder, out at someone in the corridor. “She’s one of them!”
I quickly grabbed my PokéBag in my mouth and bolted past him, with Persian on my heels. Numerous voices shouted behind us, but I didn’t look back. I struggled not to trip on my PokéBag, trying to keep my head up as I ran to avoid stepping on the straps.
Persian leapt over me and called, “Follow me!” as he ran on ahead.
I grunted and kept up as best as I could.
We got to a large room with J’s ground vehicles, and Persian ran over to a large, red button on the wall. Persian hit the button, and slowly the one end of the room – a kind of vehicle bay, I realized – as a ramp stared its decent. The vehicles must somehow be secured since I had to brace myself on the opposite side of one to keep from flying out of the bay. If I could use Transform, and then bring Charizard out, we could get away. We could at least get out of the airship.
“Persian,” I called. “I have to shift back, can you make sure no one interrupts me?”
Persian bounded over to me, watching the door, and nodded.
I took a breath, closed my eyes, and concentrated. Shift into me. Crystal Fairway.
The pain followed, much like the Persian pain, but becoming me felt natural. It was easier. It didn’t take as long, and I settled into my form much easier and quicker.
I opened my eyes and reached for Charizard’s Pokéball. “Okay, now—"
Persian was gone.
I cursed to myself and grabbed Lucario’s Pokéball instead. I brought him out with a flash of white light. “I got caught by J. Persian was with me, but he disappeared,” I hastily said.
Lucario didn’t miss a beat, he closed his eyes and the aura sensors on his head rose as he searched for Persian’s aura. A moment passed before he opened his eyes and said, “He’s not here.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “He was just with me! He was here, he led me here.”
Concern broke through Lucario’s normally neutral expression. “There is another Persian here…” he said. “But it’s not our Persian.”
I stared at him in shock, then reached for the Pokéball that I thought belonged to my Persian. “Giovanni’s Persian saw me use Transform, he saw me turn into and out of a Persian. Giovanni saw us as Persian, but his Persian witnessed it.”
Lucario put a paw on my shoulder. “But humans can’t understand Pokémon. And I did sense a familiar Pokéball, though it could be anything. It might not be him.”
“But it might be.” I led the way back into the airship, with the ramp still open in the bay. “Maybe someone will come this way and think we got out already.”
“We have to move, none of us can stay here,” Lucario urged.
Lucario led the way as he searched for Persian’s Pokéball with his aura sense. I listened for Pokémon or people, but we didn’t see anyone since I saw Giovanni before.
Once we got into the room, I recognized it. The broken glass on the floor, the broken display cage. Behind where I would have looked sat a normal, red-and-white Pokéball. “That’s his,” Lucario said.
I carefully walked over the glass, grabbed the Pokéball, and we rushed back to the vehicle bay. While the sirens blared and the lights flashed, we saw no one on our way. No one was waiting for us. The ramp was still open.
“Charizard,” I said, with a white light. “We need to get out of here.”
Once the white silhouette dissipated, Lucario and I climbed up and Charizard wasted no time in launching himself out of the airship.
I looked around at the landmass, trying to orient myself and plan for a place to hide. Viridian wouldn’t be bad, with all of its tree cover and Pokémon. But where are we?
I noticed the sea, and a small town, and a cruise ship – The S.S. Anne! Vermillion City! We can use Diglett’s Cave to get to Pewter City, and then Viridian Forest. “We’re going for Route 10, Charizard,” I called to him. “We have to get to Viridian Forest discretely.”
He nodded. “We’ll be down there before they can see us.”
With all of the strength of a Charizard, Charizard got us to the entrance of Diglett’s Cave in less than a minute. I recalled him, and Lucario and I rushed inside, and down the ladder to the unofficial, underground route of Kanto. I grabbed the pink Heal Ball from my PokéBag and called out Luxray.
Luxray looked around. “What happened?” she asked us.
“J knows, I got captured,” I answered as I started leading them down the tunnel, “but we got away. But Giovanni’s Persian was with me for a bit, and he saw me use Transform.”
She nodded. “Where are we now?”
“Diglett’s Cave,” I said. “You guys wouldn’t know what it is, but right now we’re west of Vermillion, and it will take us just south of Pewter City. We’re heading to Viridian Forest.”
“How secret is this cave?” Lucario asked.
“Not very,” I answered. “But it’s more discrete than going to Viridian Forest in the air, and on the ground.”
“Crystal,” Luxray began, “what is on the back of your neck?”
I turned to them and reached around to my neck. “They did something, put something on me, before I spoke to J and Giovanni. I don’t know what it is, but it bored into my skin when they put it on. Let’s see about it when we get to the safety and privacy of Viridian Forest, okay?”
Luxray and Lucario shared a look of concern but said nothing as we continued along Diglett’s Cave.
We got to Pewter City without an issue. No Pokémon hunter airships, and no Team grunts.
“Viridian Forest is south of here. It won’t take us long to get off the main path and hide in the trees. We just have to stop in at the Pewter City Pokémon Center.”
Luxray scanned bushes and nearby buildings with her X-ray vision as Lucario searched with his aura sense. I just guided us in the familiar direction to the Pokémon Center.
One thing I did notice, however, as we made our way through the city was the amount of Officer Jenny’s officers around. While I didn’t often visit Pewter City, the number of officers seemed like that that would be found in Saffron or Celadon City.
One such officer noticed us, and deliberately made her way in my direction once we made eye contact.
“Wait a second, guys,” I said quietly. They stopped as they noticed the officer.
Her eyes searched my face. “You’re Crystal Fairway?” she asked quietly.
“Yes,” I answered hesitantly. “Is there something the matter?”
She glanced at Luxray and Lucario. “Your brother made a report about you encountering and being kidnapped by Pokémon Hunter J.”
“That is true,” I said. “Cerulean City’s Officer Jenny knows about the strike at Cerulean Cape?”
“Yes. But what happened? Kevin told us you got taken, but he only guessed that it was for your Pokémon.”
“I have to hide,” I said urgently. “I got away, but Hunter J is still after me— my Pokémon. I saw Giovanni on the airship, too. They’re working together. I have to hide,” I repeated.
She gave me a confused look. “Then we can protect you–”
“You don’t understand,” I said. “I can’t explain. But I have to hide. Can you get a message to my brother?”
She shook her head. “The Cerulean Officer Jenny is working with him covertly. I might be able to get a message to her, but whether or not she can get one to him…”
I debated inwardly. “If an opportunity comes up, I’m going to be hiding in Viridian Forest. Tell as few people as possible if you can get it to him only through others.”
“Please, come with me,” she said, reaching for me. “We can protect you from them.”
I stepped away and shook my head. “No, you can’t,” I said apologetically. “And the longer I stay, the more danger I am in as well as the people here. J is set on a huge bounty. I have to go.”
The officer’s expression was torn – she wanted to have me stay, but she also didn’t want to force me to. “I’ll pass on the message if I can,” she said. “Good luck.”
I thanked her before I continued on to the Pokémon Center. Once we entered, I let out a sigh of relief – I hadn’t noticed how stressed or tense I was while we walked around in the open.
I returned Lucario and Luxray, approached the Nurse Joy at the front desk, and asked her to heal my Pokémon. She asked me to wait a while, and I handed my Pokémon off to her Chansey.
I waited for a small eternity, with sharp glances every time the doors slid open for the young Trainers that passed through Pewter City. I couldn’t tell if I hoped I’d see Kevin, or Lidin, or if I dreaded someone from J or Team Rocket would walk through the door. The jolt of unclear emotion, with its unclear crisscrossing of boundaries, accompanied me in my impatience as desperation settled in.
When the Nurse Joy called my name, I hurriedly went up, thanked her, and took my Pokémon. “Thank you.” I brought Lucario and Luxray out once we exited, and then I quickly led us south of Pewter City, and to the familiar nostalgia of Viridian Forest.
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Scent from Above 2
Summary: The morning after.
Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan!Reader
ABO BINGO: Daisies/Fresh Bread/Pine
Word Count: 1,672
Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Scenting, Scent Bond, Smut (Use of condoms, Knotting), Mentions of Marking/Claiming/Mating, Fluff
A/N: Attention thirsty bitches...get your cups ready. : ) Each part of this series will feature an @spnabobingo square.
PART 1
Jensen woke with a groan and a stretch. As he moved, he felt another warm body beside him. He cracked open his eyes, seeing Y/N in his arms, neither of them having moved from the night before. He wasn't sure what to do as he watched her sleeping.
Should he wake her?
Should he try to crawl from the bed and let her sleep?
He quickly remembered that she was in heat as she shifted to her back. Her scent struck him, drawing him in once more, his nose drifting to the scent gland in her neck.
He breathed deeply of her, musing on her scent. There was something flowery, like daisies. Something warm and rich, like fresh-baked bread. He breathed deeply once more, catching the earthy undertones of pine. Each layer brought on a feeling of home and warmth and familiarity.
After a few minutes, he decided that maybe he was being a little creepy, and maybe he should try to occupy himself until she's ready to wake. So he carefully removed himself from the bed and ordered breakfast via room service, not thinking it wise for them to be apart or in public in their conditions.
Jensen took a quick shower and dressed in a t-shirt and track pants just in time for the food to arrive. As he removed the lids and the aromas filled the space, Y/N stirred awake.
"Good morning," Jensen beamed at her as she shuffled into the main seating area of the suite.
"Morning," she blushed at him, running her fingers through her tangled hair. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her and he silently reminded himself it was only the beginning.
"Are you hungry?" he offered, gesturing to the cart, "I didn't know what you liked, so I got a little of everything."
She smiled warmly at him, "Could I take a quick shower first?" she asked, noting he already had. He nodded and silently guided her to the bathroom, watching as the door closed behind her.
He was absolutely not going to think about her naked and wet behind that door.
As he heard the shower turn on, he realized she didn't have a change of clothes with her. He quickly dug through his suitcase, finding another simple t-shirt and pants. He went to the bathroom and knocked on the door lightly, but there was no response. He took a deep breath and cracked the door open just enough to place the clothes on the counter before quickly shutting it again.
Jensen had started digging into the food by the time she came out. Her hair was down and damp, her face free of the makeup she had been wearing. His clothes draped her frame and the Alpha in him felt proudly possessive.
"Thanks for the clothes," she said as she sat on the couch with a respectable distance between them. She was nervous, not sure what to expect, and distracted herself with breakfast, "I'm in another room here," she explained, "Just a few floors down."
"What room? I'll have them send up your stuff."
"What? No," she protested, "I'm perfectly capable of getting my own things."
"It's not such a good idea to go anywhere," he began hesitantly, "And I'm not really sure I could handle it if you did," he added bashfully.
She was surprised. As she showered she thought about the events of the night before. How could she not? She was sure he would politely tell her it was a mistake, it was his rut, anything really to back out of it. But here he was, seemingly still sure.
They ate in relative silence, exchanging smiles and giggles between bites of food. They were both trying to ignore the fact that their biologies were ramping up once more, their urges becoming prevalent.
"Come here," Jensen softly spoke as he tugged at her. She went willingly, letting him guide her to straddle his lap on the couch. He buried his nose in her neck once more, humming in satisfaction as he took his fill of her. She scented him in turn, slowly allowing herself to believe it was real.
He placed a wet kiss on her neck, making her moan. He did it once more, teasing the tip of his tongue and her hips involuntarily ground down against his.
He was so very hard and so very there.
A moan slipped past his lips and Y/N shuttered. It was the most erotic sound she'd ever heard and she felt a swell of pride at being the one to bring it from him. She did it again, slowly and more purposefully this time, teasing them both.
"You want that, Omega?" he breathily asked as he ground up against her core, his hands squeezing her hips.
"So much, Alpha," she replied, before kissing him hard. Jensen responded eagerly, opening his mouth for her as she introduced her tongue. He moaned again, her hips now steadily working against him.
Their clothes were quickly shed, each piece being thrown without care as they bared themselves to one another.
"Condom?" she asked bashfully as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Jensen blindly retrieved one, his face buried in Y/N's breasts as he licked and sucked at her supple flesh. He held it up to show her, still preoccupied. She chuckled and took it from him, opening it with her teeth.
"Wait," he said, finally lifting his head from her chest to meet her eyes after she rolled the condom down his shaft, "Don't you want me to-" his fingers strayed to her core and she shook her head adamantly.
"No," she breathed, "Just you."
She shifted her hips and sunk down on his length with a long moan. His arms wrapped around her back, holding her tightly to him. The breath was punched out of him. She surprised him, he wasn't ready. But at the same time, he was so fucking ready.
Hell, he was ready to take her and claim her in the alleyway last night.
After they both adjusted, he loosened his hold, keeping his arms securely around her. She pulled back to look into his eyes as she began to move, sliding slowly up and down. Her jaw dropped open, the sensation of his thick girth pushing and stretching against her walls amazingly perfect.
Jensen almost couldn't stand the intensity, the intimacy of her gaze. This was quickly becoming the sappiest moment of his life and he couldn't complain one bit.
"J-Jay," she breathed out, adjusting her hips to a new angle and pressing her chest against his. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound of her calling his name. He groaned and went straight for her neck. After a good long scent, he opened his mouth, licking a line before clamping his lips down to suck a dark mark.
She cried out, her hips jerking, and he thrust up in response, sucking harder.
"D-don't claim me," she stuttered, riding him hard for the both of them.
"Not this time," he reluctantly agreed with a smirk.
He wanted to. God did he want to. He knew she was his and he was hers. But he also knew that she needed time to adjust. That she wasn't ready. That she wanted it but hadn't fully let herself believe it. He'd give her all the time she needed.
She panted as she rode him and he thrust up into her. He couldn't get the angle or speed that he wanted. And he wanted to be deeper. With a frustrated snarl, he wrapped his arms around her and dropped her on her back on the couch swiftly, still buried inside her.
She gasped and he plunged hard, knocking her body up the couch a few inches.
"Yes!" she cried out desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders. He growled and gave her all he had, riding them hard through their highs.
His knot popped and his teeth ached as his eyes locked onto her pulse beating rapidly beneath the taut skin of her neck. Feeling himself lose control, he turned his head, biting down into the couch cushion and growling as he emptied himself into the condom.
His teeth didn't release the pillow until his body calmed and he felt the urge pass. He immediately buried his face in her neck, lapping against the dark purple mark he'd left earlier, his mind letting him pretend it was his claim.
They spent the next few days in much the same fashion until her heat and his rut had finally passed.
"Stay just one more night with me?" he asked as she came out of the bathroom in her own clothes. Jensen ended up having her things delivered after all, "My flight's pretty early in the morning. But we can spend one more night," he pleaded, his hands on her waist as she shouldered her Winchester Bros. branded weekend bag.
He didn't miss the opportunity to playfully rib her over it either.
"I can't, Jay," she pouted. She had quickly adopted the nickname for him and he was thrilled with how comfortable she grew around him in such a short amount of time. He did his best all weekend to show - and say - just how much he wanted her and how sure about them he was.
"If you let me claim you we could take Mate Leave," he grinned.
She playfully slapped his shoulder and scolded him, "I just want both of us to be totally sure before making such a permanent commitment," she said for the umpteenth time that weekend.
"Next time then," he joked, wiggling his brows, "I stole one of your shirts, FYI," he added, blushing, "I think I'd go insane if I didn't have your scent around me."
"I guess that's okay," she said, "'Cause I took one of yours too," she looked to the ground bashfully. He laughed before cupping her face and kissing her hard.
"We'll find a way to see each other soon," he promised.
PART 3
Forevers:
@sis-tafics
@lyarr24
@calaofnoldor
@hobby27
@spnbaby-67
@fangirlxwritesx67
RPF:
@smoothdogsgirl
JENSEN TAGS:
@akshi8278
@jerkbitchidjitassbutt
@slamminmine
@deanjensenficsandart
@woodworthti666
@charred-angelwings
#spnabobingo#alpha!jensen x omega!reader#jensen x reader#scent from above#part 2#smut#a/b/o dynamics
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Ghost / Monster AU (MHA)
A/N: My first MHA post, it's not really a 'x reader' fanfiction as I would usually do, but more like just headcanon word vomit that I stored up inside of me for more than a week because I can't say it anywhere else
And also, I got this idea after seeing Aidalro's Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun Monster hotel AU and wondered what it would be like with some of the BNHA characters! And kind of based on Hotel Transylvania but shush, I thought this would be a fun way to come out of my writing break
Warnings: None, may be a bit cringey, swearing?? A bit of a spoiler on Izuku's quirk, Other than that, literally nothing but let me know if there is
Starting with the main three, these are sort of based on the Halloween costumes that I saw once in an official art somewhere on the depths of the Internet, and I sort of stuck mainly with the costumes that they wore, so enjoy ig 😀
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Izuku Midoriya
Let's start with Ghost!Izuku, who is in charge of keeping the hotel (which is like a castle, no, not Hogwarts ) out of sight from humans.
He changes the direction of fog nearby using his Air Shots instead, to cover the castle
He also helps to repair things either with his freakish strength and speed to make the process faster, or with his Blackwhips, since those things are strong as hell
He also goes on bi-monthly trips outside the castle with Poltergeist!Ochako, to look for more places that they could be able to expand their hotel.
Although it wouldn't go to plan a few times because if humans came around, Izuku would become so curious and would want to observe them
Ochako had to practically pull him back, and if he didn't listen, she'd threaten to float him over the trees
Ok so let's say that the hotel has a library
He'll be there like 50% of the time.
The other 50% is spent doing other stuff
So as you can very obviously see, he's nuts over the library
He goes on patrol around the hotel as well, and is like a sort of security guard, since he has a very keen eye
Even though he's a ghost and all, he's jumpy as hell, especially when he's alone
An owl hooting? A jerk.
A floorboard just creaked? He's four feet off the ground with his eyes wide like saucers.
Something fell and made a loud noise? He's straight up catapulting out the window and breaking the glass
Lets just say that the ghosts in my headcanon can't go through stuff, and only Ghost!Mirio can go through walls ok?
If he's doing a job somewhere in the castle, please supervise him or keep him company, or else there's going to be a lot of collateral damage
Katsuki Bakugo
Next, we have Werewolf!Bakugo, who also is in charge of castle security, he's in charge of scaring any wandering humans away.
Him and Izuku share shifts at times, and he tries to get on Izuku's nerves by yelling at him and following him around
But Izuku pays him no mind, and still enjoys his company because it's better than staying outside alone lol
Probably set a few trees on fire once, nearly turned into a forest fire and burned down the trees hiding the hotel
Which nearly cost him his job and the hotel's secrecy
He enjoys sitting on either on one of the roofs of the hotel building or on a nearby cliff and will howl and growl so fucking loudly
He likes watching the humans freak out about the idea of a werewolf nearby
So let's say that he still can control explosions right
If some hard-headed humans do see past Katsuki's intimidations, he'll pull out the big guns and practically explode the ground beneath them, especially if they're a threat
He takes his job very seriously tho, never bother him on the job if you're not doing it with him, or else he'll bite your head off literally /j
Or am I?
Shoto Todoroki
Vampire!Shoto is a sleepy boi, and if he's not doing anything he will sleep anywhere
Like literally anywhere
Standing up, leaning against a wall, at a table, any-fucking-where
He's in charge of meeting any new visitors (who are non-human or dead ofc) at the door
Only if they make it past Katsuki though
But if you're one of the visitors, be prepared for his rather unfriendly greeting
Don't blame him, he's just deadpan asf
He's also lookout duty at times, and sometimes accompanies Izuku and Ochako on their scouting outings because Katsuki states that "They're a shitty waste of valuable time"
I've heard stories where vampires can also turn into other animals besides bats so besides him turning into a reddish-black furred bat, maybe a sleepy snowy owl?
Wow that would be cute as fuck ngl
So he's usually the eye in the sky when doing his work
He's also fast as fuck
And strong
Can't beat Izuku though
But can see in the dark 100x better than anyone else besides Katsuki
If he controlled fire and ice, he's also part of any defence if the place was under attack
Works on his intimidation and if people ever get into the castle, he'll just do that trick where the hallway is dark and then candles along the walls will light up one at a time on each side in unison or smth (if you know what I mean)
Makes the place cold as fuck at times, which Katsuki hates
Holy hell this was long
Part 2? Let me know if you enjoyed it, and I'd love some feedback!
Tags: I won't tag anyone from my previous other fandom fics, because I'm not sure if you want to be included, but do tell me if you'd like to!
#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugo#shoto todoroki#mha fanfiction#my hero academia fanfiction#my hero academia fanfic#bnha fanfiction#boku no hero academia fanfiction#boku no hero academia fanfic
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This is gonna be a flashback chapter. How our babies met because I remember a few people had forgotten. Had to have one of these eventually, right?
Part 21: Introduction
Should I download Tinder?
Glee plays from the firestick, the scene where they're all walking and singing How Will I Know.
I should.
Laying cozied into the couch in a faded t'shirt with the tiniest pink shorts, your head rests on the butt cushion and your feet dangle over the arm as you hold your phone up in the air over your face.
"How will I know?.. How will I knoow..," you mumble along with the crew. You've heard the Glee version of this Whitney classic at least 8 times.
No, but what if I do and someone recognizes me? Someone I work with? What if my family is on Tinder? I'd die.
You put the phone down on your belly and pick up your apple juice from the coffee table, doing a sit up to sip.
Mm. You wipe your mouth nearly spilling. But if they're on there too then they shouldn't comment on what I'm doing, right? We'd ignore each other's presence and continue like ships passing in the night. So technically I should be able to download this app with no blowback.
Picking the phone up, you hit download and open the app. It immediately asks for your information and won't let you skip. Not even your location. You fall back down to your back raising the phone up again.
But what if someone's a serial killer?Would they look for me? No, that won't happen and I could tell if they were psychotic..
Tapping the download button, you go through the steps to set up an account including giving them access to your location and posting a headshot from a selfie. Scrolling through your gallery for more decent pics to post, you decide one's enough and upload a full body photo so that whoever meets you will know who they're meeting, no surprises.
Inputting your information, you decide to write into your blurb that you're looking for some awesome friends, specifically a movie buddy. In reality, the activity doesn't matter you just crave human attention and closeness. Any decent, polite, nice, smart, funny, left wing, hopefully attractive, young, black human.. possibly male.. will do. Not that you're picky. In the meantime, you swipe right on everyone black nearby, men and women. Somebody's gotta respond. Someone sane who wants to meet. Shockingly there are a lot of pretty people. Unfortunately the app only gives you one super like.. a blue star which you decide to save.
Giddily you head over to your match tab and see four matches. Drew P seems nice. Ashley J looks stylish. G Papa looks like he lives in a Freaknik video. Pussy Hunter is just nasty. Your nose twitches as you shamefully start conversations with all four. When neither responds right away you return to swiping and a notification says you've been super liked, but you can't access who super liked without paying money. You're not doing that so you just go back to the bios and swipe right until you get a reply.
Wyd, Pussy Hunter writes.
Bored, watching movies. You?
You gotta fat ass
Um. Thanks?
Netflix and chill?🙈
Netflix and Netflix. We can talk and hang out..
So no chill
No sex, but we can hang out and do something else
After 5 minutes, you realize he's not going to write you back. You start to swipe again on pictures, left for the whites and weirdos. Right for the black people.
Your finger hovers in the air as you gasp lightly at the thirst trap provided by a man self-identified as Erik. It deserves another sip of apple juice. You gulp it down from your cup. "Jesus.." You can't even see his face, because it's all BODY, but you can tell by the picture exactly what he's on Tinder for. Same m.o. as Pussy Hunter.
Erik S, 28
Fucc around and find out
Good Lord.. those shorts are yet holding on, you stare as if they'll slip down further by you willing them to. You swipe right. Your eyes widen as the app alerts you with a blue star meaning... He super liked your profile.
"NO," you gasp wide eyed at the phone ready to chuck it at the wall. Switching to the messages, there's a new one.. from him.. and you know what it's about. "I need some tea."
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Erik lazed around his house bumping Schoolboy Q, clad in a white terry cloth bathrobe with a short glass of iced Ciroc and Lemonade in his hand. Dancing, he exfoliated his face with his spin brush, trimmed his mustache and beard, shaped himself up, and moisturized his locs and facial hair. The lil lip scrub he'd gotten as a gift from Cierra, he'd initially fought her on because it smelled like peaches but he liked how soft it made his lips. They even tasted good. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time tasting sugar. They tasted like Cierra.
Speaking of sugar, he looked at his phone wondering why his hoes ain't called. Then again, they could've. He wasn't near the phone all day. Checking the iPhone on the charging dock he saw that he had a missed call.. from Cierra.
Checking the time she called, he figured that was back when he was cleaning his guns and checking the parts. He'd already cleaned and sharpened his knives. He'd checked his security cameras. He felt good. Having no major responsibility and no place to be.
Outside of the missed call he had three new nudes and a video sitting in his messages to watch and record himself masturbating to. He was looking forward to doing that especially since Rell hadn't called with no bullshit local cases. Erik had stated he ain't want no hits near his temporary home.. for a year, he wanted peace. One damn year. But here he was still racking basic skills for pennies. "Chump change is still change," Rell's voice played in his ear. "You don't wanna get rusty. Gotta keep your skills sharp."
Erik had done his share of moving around, racking up international kills and earning the nickname Killmonger. But for a little while, he wanted to settle down in one concealed location where no one knew where he lived, who the fuck he was, or where he was coming or going. He wanted the illusion of peace and normality for a year at least. As much money as he had, he figured he could afford to stay in one place for that long if he was careful.
Only two people knew where he lived and that was Rell and Swift. They knew not to come over. Not even the previous owners of the house knew he was there.. because he'd made them an anonymous offer, killed them and moved in a few days after they'd sold it to him for cash. Needless to say he took all that money back.
He dialed Cierra, roaming to his bedroom to collapse over the bed as the phone rung. "Sup Ci?"
"Master," she whimpered, the desperation in her voice telling him she needed release. She'd been working too long through the past week and needed Master to come take control for a few hours. He could picture her on her knees, already in puppy space. She knew exactly how he liked her to wait for him.
"Yes, Ci. You need me to come for a scene?"
"Rrrrr," she growled. "Arf arf!"
"My bad. Lil Bitch."
"I gotta go to Target and see my sister," but come through later. I don't care how late just call up."
"Your sister? The one you met on Facebook?"
"Yeah, her! She live like an hour away. I'm a link with her and put her on Tinder! Get her a man to pop that back out," she giggles.
"You know I don't mind a two for one," Erik teased knowing she wouldn't go for it. He liked to mess with her anyway.
"Not with my damn sister, I'm not that nasty. A white girl can have it,"
"Damn crush my dream."
"Anyway!"
"Aight, I'm a let you go." Hanging up, he sat up and went to his closet pulling a colorful glass bong he'd gotten from a nigga he once knew in the military. Bruce Everett, white boy. Cool nigga... Too bad he shot hisself with his own gun. Sighing, Erik shook his head and went to the bathroom to fill it with water and headed back to pull his chrome grinder from his drawer along with a screen, hempwick, and a nug of Dr. Greenthumb's Emdog OG, grinding it down to pack the bowl making it fluff up.
"Perfect," he whispered lighting the bong with the hempwick. He lit the edges of the weed going around in a circle for an even and smooth burn as he stood taking a good long hit. "Shit," he exhaled releasing the smoke. I love bongs.
He looked and the bowl was empty as he'd expected. One hit's all you need when you do it right.
"Tinder...," he played in his mind. He already had a fetlife which was how he'd found his subs. Tinder was something different though. He was curious.
Downloading the app on the phone used almost solely for contact with subs, he went through the process of setting up an account, hesitating to put his info. It was general enough and the shit that was too specific, he could just lie. Still, he wouldn't upload his face.
So all I gotta do is swipe and see everyone in the area, he mused looking at all the faces.
"No.. No.. Nope.. Facially challenged.. The fuck is that?.. Hell nah.. Yes.. Yes.. She cute.. Hell nah.. Yes... No..," he paused looking a little closer at the screen. "Hello... Damn."
Out of curiosity he clicked on the profile. "That ass tho!"
He smirked hitting his super like.
"Shid... You can get the blue like.. Whatever the fuck that mean.." He stared at the picture. She had a juicy looking aro with thick black curls, brown skin, bright almond eyes, and enough ass to feed the needy for months. "Shit, if I was on a deserted island with coconuts and that ass.. that's enough meat for a damn.. shidd.." He chuckled. "Fuck is a super like? I super like yo ass meat..," he chuckled again falling back on his bed. "It mean I'm a break yo shit in thirds and fuck the pieces," he coughed, over his own bullshit.
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Jumping up, you speedwalk into your kitchen and quickly heat some water in a pot, pulling a red mug and a bag of chamomile and a bag of lemon balm to mix with sugar. Combining it all, you take a sip and stand there staring at the wall before taking it with you back to the couch. "Okay," you sigh picking up the phone to open the Tinder message thread.
Cum talk to me, he says. You stare at the words. Wow, this is so cringy you don't know how to respond. You sit the phone back down taking another sip. You think about ignoring him, but you keep touching the phone, coming back to the message and staring.
Hey, you finally type hesitating at the simplicity before sending.
How are you tonight ? Why you up ?
Bored, lonely, contemplating my existence over Glee and wondering why my high school years were never that damn musical. You sip your tea.
Having a tv party with just lil ol' me. Why are you up?
The fuck kinda life you living. You need me to cum spice shit up for you? 👀
You think you that spicy? 👀
You wanna taste me and see?
Jeez. You flip back to the faceless picture of his body. Lord have mercy.
Don't play with a real one I'll show the fuck up real shit, he writes.
Internally you're screaming. He really thinks you're about to have sex with him. "I can't, oh my god," you sigh bouncing your knee. You hesitate before responding.
You can come, but bring food.
Hell yeah. Then you can be dessert. 😈
What? You turn the screen off and grab your head, your elbows on your knees.
What am I doing. Y/N what are you doing.
No sex nigga, you type before taking it back and staring at the screen perplexed. If you say that, he won't message you back.. If you don't say it, he'll be expecting to get some! You still want him to come through though even if he leaves because you're bored. You just want a little company for a little bit.
Maybe you should get a cat..
Your leg shakes unsure of how to respond and you take another sip of the hot tea mix feeling anything but calm.
Without further delay you just drop your address and hope for the best, wondering if you just signed off on your own murder. Maybe I should've told him to meet me somewhere else in the daytime.
Washing your apple juice cup, you put it away and then throw on some black leggings and rainbow fuzzy socks not wanting to open the door in pink bootyshorts adding onto the wrong message you'd already sent him. You also put a kitchen knife under the sofa cushion for easy access just in case.
40 minutes. You like wings?
Parmesan
🤢 Love yourself, sis. I'm getting a mix.
Oh I see you Mr. Petty Labelle, you smile getting a taste of his personality.
Yep. Finna get some of Ms. Petty's pie
Uh uh, you smirk.
We nuh ave dat
That right? Guess I'll see for myself when I pull up 👅
He's a whole fool. You set the phone down smiling at the tv. Meanwhile you watch another episode.. actually watching it this time.
Knock knock, he messages and you see it having kept the thread up just in case he had an issue. Jumping up, you snatch your phone and take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is the first time you've ever done something like this and you hope it doesn't go badly.
Who's there, you jest messaging back right before you unlock your multiple locks and crack the door. Peeping out, you shut the door automatically throwing your body against it, holding your breath. He's huge! You didn't even look up, you just saw all that muscle like Kangaroo Jack. And why was he all up on the door?!
"Word? You must not want these wings then," he says through the door. You hear plastic rattling dramatically. "That's aight I don't mind eating em by myself."
You crack the door again, peeping out. You hadn't even seen the plastic bag hanging from his hand, you'd shut him out so fast. You reach out to grab it and he pulls it back.
"Aht! This how you treat guests? Door in the face? Snatching bags?" Your eyes roam from his hard chest to the broadness of his shoulder, resting on the sleeve of his charcoal grey Chicago Bulls shirt. Those biceps.
"Look at you undressing me in your mind already. Go ahead, you can touch me," he adds holding his arm forward as if reading your mind. He talks a lot.
You snatch the bag and put it behind your back a bit, opening the door. Then you look up and your kitty jumps. It's the devil himself. You try to control your surprise but between his sharp narrow chestnut eyes that smirk down, his sculpted nose, and his full pouting lips, you don't know if you want to kiss him, bite him, or climb him. You wanna do all three and more right in the hall.. up against the wall. His hair too, it's a mess of semi-thick locks that point everywhere like Coolio. It's his everything really..
"Y/N.."
Omg. It sounds so good coming from him. This isn't fair.
"Aye..," he waves.
"Hm," you sigh staring at his face.
"You gone let me in?"
"Huh? Oh." You step back quickly and scan him from head to toe as he steps across the threshold. Bulls shirt, black track pants, black sneakers. His shoes are ugly though, the back heel juts out too far. Balenciaga is written in white. Oh.
You look up and see he's looking you up and down too. Oop. Leading the way you take him to the living room and he settles on the couch, his develish eyes on yours. His knees spread wide as he leans back, hips forward.
Silently screaming, you look away and sit the plastic food bag on the table.
You can feel him staring. The air is full of raunchy expectation and you can't say you blame him. You practically encouraged it on the phone.
"You want something to drink," you smile in friendly attempt, risking a glance and it's just as you thought.
"You know exactly what I want."
"To DRINK," you exphasize, ignoring the thump of your heart in your nana as his eyes roll over your hips.
"Mmm... You got Henny?"
"I have apple juice, tea, water.."
"Ciroc?"
Your face screws, Didnt I just-- "I don't drink.."
"Ever?"
You shake your head.
"Damn, Apple Juice."
Taking your sweet time to pour his juice and refill your tea, you re-enter the living room as the Glee cast kicks off another song that he mutes.
"Here ya go."
You give him his cup and feel the chill in your spine as his fingertips brush yours. Unmuting the tv, you sit on the opposite side of the couch, legs crossed, tense and unsure of what to say to him now that he's there.
"You look uncomfortable."
"Me? I'm fine. I was just marathoning Glee before you came," you say handing him the remote, "I've already seen it though."
He hands the remote back. "You seen Menace II Society?"
"I've heard the title!"
"Well pull it up, let's watch it."
Thank God. That's something easy. You fumble through buttons and he starts opening the food as you set up the movie.
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"Ooh Laurenz Tate he so fine," she smiled sitting up as the movie started. She would be into his ass. Erik rolled his eyes. Wait for it.
"I hate when they do that," she mumbled in response to the Asian woman following them around the store.
"Yeah," he agreed with swig of the juice looking from the tv to her face, watching her reaction. Wait for it.
"Why don't you give my homeboy his change," O-Dog says before walking to the door. "I feel sorry for your mother," the store owner snubs.
Bitch, don't talk about my mama. That part always pissed Erik off.
"What you say about my mama? You feel sorry for who?!" O-Dog shouts. "I don't want any trouble, just get out," the shopowner shouts, backtracking like the bitch nigga he is.
Fuck that, shoot his bitchass, Erik barked in his head. POP. POP POP. POP. POP. There you go! He shot the wife too, meanwhile, the princess jumped in her seat, absorbed in the felony she just observed on screen. Double-homicide.
"He shouldn't have shot them.. Bruh, now the cops gone be looking for him and his friend wasn't even in it but now he's an accomplice."
"You telling me you wouldn't have shot a nigga talkin shit on your mama?" Erik leaned into her space, curious, but she ain't seem to notice.
"No, 'cause they're rude, ugly, and racist but still. You can't kill without consequences."
Erik steeled. She wasn't wrong.
"I'd have shot his ass too," he admitted watching her. She didn't seem to agree. "Should've kept his mouth off his family."
"You close to your family," she asked suddenly.
"Yeah," he lied knowing his people were dead. "...You mind if I get more juice," he pointed to his cup and she took it refilling it.
Fifteen minutes into the movie, she noticed her wing choice wasn't in the selection and Erik kept a poker face having wondered when she'd realize. He'd already started on the barbecue.
"Where's my parmesan," she frowned looking in the boxes.
"They ain't have it," he lied. "Ran out."
"You're such a liar. Now what am I gonna eat," she pouted to his humor.
"Eat the carribean jerk," he nudged the box to her. She eyed it and he felt like a wolf trapping a rabbit, the wings being the bait.
"I ask you for one thing."
"Yeah and? I wasn't finna buy that shit," he chuckled grabbing a jerk wing and biting it, closing his eyes and humming as he chewed to entice her. When he peeked, she was watching his mouth out the corner of her eye as he licked spicy sauce off his thumb. Sliding down in the cushion, she crossed her arms and raised a knee with her fuzzy foot on the couch. Such a damn brat. Ol' hungry ass.
He started to flex the length of his tongue since she was looking but decided against it. He couldn't be too aggressive or she'd spook and he wouldn't get no ass. Why he cared, he couldn't put a finger on other than the fact that she'd become a challenge. This girl would not let him anywhere near her. She was very shy considering she was down for a one night stand. I'm getting the draws, he promised himself right then. How? He just had to make her come to him.
Her nose wrinkled as she picked up a jerk wing, rotating it.
"Girl eat the wing, this ain't rocket science," he fussed watching her bite it.
"It's better than parmesan?" Lie, he dared watching her closely.
She took another bite.. then she attacked the wing and when she licked her fingers, he looked away grabbing another wing and swig of his juice.
"OKAY. SHUT UP." She grabbed another wing chewing through it as he coughed in his elbow hiding his laugh.
"I didn't say anything," he croaked shrugging her off.
"But you smiling and I can hear you thinking."
He couldn't hide the fat grin plastered on his face though he'd tried by looking away. "How you hear me thinking," he squinted watching her collect bones.
"Because I do, you're loud," she stressed.
"How I'm l-"
"SHH!! I'm tryna hear," she whispered. He shook his head watching the corner of her mouth lift and they watched the movie in silence until she reached for another wing and all the jerk were gone. He pushed her another box.
"You all the way over there. Come sit next to me."
"I'm not that far."
"You are. I promise I won't bite you.."
Her eyes rolled.
"Not unless you into that shit," he added patting the cushion beside him. She lifted, barely moving. "You scared?"
"What you mean?" She looked nervous all of a sudden looking anxiously in his eyes. This was gonna be a tough wall to break.
He patted the cushion again, waiting, and she finally moved in closer filling the empty seat beside him. He determined right then not to touch her but to get as close as possible maintaining proximity to get her used to his presence. Draping an arm over the couch behind her, he observed silently as she sat tense for the the next five minutes before relaxing. He had his work cutout.
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Blackwargreymon nsft alphabet
BlackWargreymon Nsft Alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
BlackWargreymon curls up around his partner after sex. He holds them close and lets out a soft, happy growling sound as he rests with them, running his hands along any spot he might have gripped too harshly when they were having sex
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
BlackWarGreymon doesn't quite have a favourite body part of his... maybe his calves... But he simply doesn't know what he'd pick if asked about it.
There' so much that he likes on his partner compared to him, it's impossible to make him choose something. He can't tell exactly what he likes, he just likes... So Much.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
BlackWarGreymon has a habit of pushing his partner down onto him when he cums, filling them up quite a bit. He can't help the more feral instincts taking over as he grips hold of his partner's hips and thrusting harshly into them when he gets close
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
BlackWarGreymon, when his partner isn't around, simply can't help but pick up a blanket they use or a pillow and hold it close to him, smelling his partner's scent on it and letting out a soft sigh. He loves their smell, and he does it every time they're separate for a long time
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
BlackWarGreymon had zero experience. He never really let anyone that close, and so his partner will have to help him out a little since he knows so little and has a bit of trouble actually understanding some for their first time.At least sex is easy to pick-up for him and he learns quick
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He much prefers his partner riding him, either facing him or reverse cowgirl style. It allows them to set the pace and he enjoys watching them as they ride on him, he sometimes holds their legs apart if he feels like being in-charge, thrusting into them instead, but mostly sitting up with them in his lap in some way is good for him
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He is... Not a goofy Digimon when it comes to sex. He's fairly serious in the moment, it's tough to get him to crack a laugh during the heat of the moment. Hell, even at any other point it's the same.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
BlackWarGreymon has a small patch of blond hair fluffed around the top of where his cock is nestled. It's a bit out of control since he doesn't quite know how to groom himself well, but it's tamed enough to not be that much of an issue
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He gets... fairly intimate with his partner. How he holds them while he's either thrusting into them, or while they ride on him, he's always looking to them with love in his eyes, or just the way he's holding them as they move on his cock
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn't entirely masturbate, but he has dry-humped an article of his partner's clothing. He's never finished while doing it, but he's made sure that they article of clothing goes into the wash since he gotten his fill enough even without cumming
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Gymnophillia -- seeing his partner naked for as simple as it is
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
BlackWarGreymon usually prefers to be in private -- a bedroom, some room where they can't be seen or really heard. If his partner is feeling daring, maybe he'll take them in the middle of a forest or so in the Digital World
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Really, any time he sees his partner naked, or they start to dirty talk to him. If either of those happen, especially at the same time, BlackWarGreymon simply can't help himself, his cock hard and at attention as he sits back and waits for his partner to climb onto him
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He's not a fan of bondage. He hates feeling confined in such a way and can't handle it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
If BlackWarGreymon could, he'd certainly give his partner oral when they would go down on him -- or at least try to. He settles for using his fingers on them mostly. May not exactly be oral, but he does enjoy doing it for them if they're feeling it and he's not entirely
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
If he's allowed to be in-charge, he might get a bit rough with his partner. Holding onto their hips as he hardly pulls them up much before slamming them back down -- rather shallow thrusting with a bit of force
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
BlackWarGreymon is more for quickies when he and his partner are out and about, mostly in the Digital World. He only does it if his partner starts trying to talk him into it
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's okay with risk taking, though he's a bit more hesitant with it. It takes him a bit before he actually acts on the thought
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Being of a mega level, BlackWarGreymon has stamina that can last a good long while. The amount of time before he cums can vary, depending upon how fast either he, or his partner is going... but even with how much he can manage to somehow cum, he only seems more eager for the next one if allowed
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
The hell is a toy? Any toy that is brought in is probably brought by his partner. He doesn't know what they are, nor would he really own one.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
BlackWarGreymon isn't much of a tease. If anything, it's more his partner that would probably have to bring that to the table. He doesn't quite have a grasp entirely on it, and would rather get to it when they get prepped
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
BlackWarGreymon is more quiet with grunting and growling, although when he cums he gets fairly loud. Letting out a growling roar as he pushes them down onto his cock
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
BlackWarGreymon is such a quiet Digimon, hesitant in many of his actions due to not fully having a grasp on certain emotions. When it comes to sex, he seems to slightly change with that -- once he knows what his partner likes and what he enjoys, he takes control or lets them take control and seems more than happy with either. He gains a slight bit of confidence with how he places his hands and shows them how he enjoys it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
BlackWarGreymon has a rather large cock, looking humanoid in some ways, but since it extends from a bit of a bulging sheath, it isn't entirely alike. The tip a bit pointed, with ridges lining the bottom of his cock
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive is low-medium. He can control himself if he feels it start to rise, though it usually is also based around how his partner feels at the time more than anything
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
BlackWarGreymon doesn't get too sleepy afterwards. He does love to watch his partner sleep, and if he falls asleep at some point watching them, then he simply does so. But it's usually never right after.
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I read my first oviposition fic last week and I was surprised at how much I liked it. Then I went down the rabbit hole and I think I have a new kink so. There's that. Would love to see you write a fic where Geralt tricks Jaskier into being raped by something with an ovipositor. Maybe after J has to incubate them for a bit & he's so stuffed & uncomfortable & G is just so turned on and can't stop mocking him. After Jaskier finally lays the eggs, Geralt can just slide right into his fuckhole
I hope you like it a bit longer because this is over 3k, so uh hope you enjoy :)
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When Geralt had told him that he got a contract for a rare and practically unheard-of monster, Jaskier immediately agreed to join him. He ignored all of Geralt’s protests that it was dangerous and that he might not even be able to best it but that did little to waver his excitement to see something new and powerful and will earn him a cozy winter in a noble’s palace when he writes a song for it.
Geralt is insistent though, and just gets grumpier and more bothersome the longer Jaskier says he plans on coming along, so he gives in, tells Geralt that he will stay back on the promise he gets the most detailed recounting of events and the witcher just snorts as he nods his head yes.
It’s enough for Geralt, who the next day simply gives him a warning not to leave the makeshift camp as he heads into the woods. Jaskier probably waits all of a minute before he’s following after Geralt, did he really think he would just sit around and miss this once in a lifetime monster? His witcher was a bit dimmer than he first thought, but oh well, it helped him out now anyway.
It’s almost too easy to follow Geralt’s trail deeper into the woods and he can’t help but scoff when tonight over dinner he’ll tell Geralt off for how obvious his tracks are, how a child off the road could follow his steps and get caught in a monster blood bath. Overall, not a good picture or outcome for said child or Geralt, the fact that it’s all hypothetical is irrelevant, it could happen so that was that.
Jaskier groaned when the solid forest floor turned damp and soggy and started to soak into his shoes, his feet sticking a little more into the ground with every step until he was hopping around trying to stick to firmer ground, he will definitely be telling Geralt off for not warning him about the swamp part.
He didn’t notice that Geralt’s tracks had stopped, or the movement that just skimmed the nearby water’s surface as he tried to figure out a way to get out of this swampy hell hole.
When something brushed against his leg he jumped, but when he looked and saw nothing, he penned it off as an errant bush, despite the fact there was none around. When it happened a second time, this time stroking up his thigh, Jaskier froze, but again saw nothing and was half tempted to call out for Geralt. He was just about to turn back and find a way around when something grabbed his ankle and pulled him up into the air.
Something caught his head before it smashed into the ground, but he was too busy screaming to notice as he felt more things touching him, skirting under his shirt and trouser legs that left him wrestling to break the monster’s hold as he screamed for it to stop, screamed out for Geralt, for anyone to help him.
His cries were answered by the monster stripping his clothes off and leaving them tattered on the forest floor before it forced his legs open wide, leaving him vulnerable and exposed as his wrists were held up so it could continue to stroke and suck at his skin. The tentacles, because that’s the only word he could use for them, suckled at the skin on his abdomen, causing the skin to bruise a deep red and purple already as they moved up to latch onto his nipples.
His attempts to try and break free were stopped by something slick and warm enveloping his cock, causing his back to arch into the monster's hold and the creature to hum in pleasure, a sound more terrifying than anything else as it shook the trees and echoed around the empty forest.
The most terrifying part was that his back was to the creature, he hadn’t even seen it yet, and yet he was being forced to spread his legs wide under its scrutiny. For half a moment he dared to dream that this was it, that some horny tentacle monster had grabbed him just to get him off for its food or something, before leaving him to try and run back to camp and not be the creature’s dinner as well.
Apparently, that thought was nothing but a dream as he felt something begin to tease at his hole and then something thin and long slipped inside and far too deep as it stroked inside him. He felt something squirt inside of him that was both hot and cold at the same time, that had him shifting in the creature's hold, to pull away or force the tentacle deeper he didn’t know and didn’t want to find out. Even when he clenched around it just so he could enjoy the way it filled him up, he swore he could feel it in his throat for the god’s sake, but that would stay with him to the grave.
He didn’t notice when the smaller tentacle slipped out, he just tried to enjoy the tight, wet heat around his cock to ignore how empty he felt, how he felt his hole twitching as if trying to clench around something that wasn’t there, yet.
He only realized he was whining when the creature pulled away from his cock, leaving just his legs and arms held firmly in place, how he couldn’t stop the small whimpers that escaped his throat as he realized how empty and desperate he was. So desperate he couldn’t even pretend to be disgusted when he looked down and saw his cock hard and leaking, could just tug at the arms holding him to try and spur the creature into action.
Thankfully, he was saved from outright begging the monster to fuck him as he felt something thick tease at his hole, pushing in a bit before pulling away, and rationally Jaskier knew he should be scared because he could swear it was the size of his wrist, never mind the fact that it was a monster fucking him. Yet even then he found himself letting out small whimpers and tried to move in the creature's hold and closer to its cock? Tentacle? Whatever it wanted to fuck him with, he was desperate for anything at that point.
He could have cried when slowly the tentacle, definitely a thick and impossibly long tentacle, slowly pushed into him, rattling his breath as it pushed deeper and deeper that he could feel it bulge his stomach. He wanted to touch it, to feel the heat of it through his skin and the way it pulsed, barely restrained from fucking straight into him, but his arms remained bound because he knew if he felt it, he would be gone, ruined for anyone, well anything, else and running through the woods trying to be a monster’s bitch wasn’t exactly a well-paying job.
For a long moment, nothing happened, and he was partly grateful because it allowed him to catch his breath, to clench around the creature's tentacle and truly feel it stuck deep inside of him when suddenly it moved, just a small thrust out, then in, that had all the air rush out of him, only to choke himself on the next breath when it sank back in again.
He couldn’t say how long it went on for, just that it was the most beautiful and agonizing torture, that he could come just like this if the monster moved a little faster, and he wasn’t afraid to beg for that now, eager instead to be a nice little toy for the monster as long as he could just come, and a couple of times after that for good measure.
When he felt a bulge at his hole, he assumed the monster was fucking deeper into him and he briefly thought of what it would be like for the tentacle to push all the way through him until it was choking him at the back of his throat, not mentioning how thick it would be in his ass. Now he really couldn’t hold back his shout as his cock twitched and spurted out come in front of him, unable to keep the dopey smile off his face as the monster fucked him through it, and he couldn’t even be upset when his cock stayed flushed and hard against his belly, if anything it just made him more desperate for the monster to just take so he could get off and be left weak, and messy, and dripping in come.
Only once the hazy bliss of his orgasm left him and he could focus on the tentacle still fucking him impossibly deep, he realized the weight he felt at his hole was now thick and heavy inside him, threatening to spill out of the monster’s tentacle, and gods Jaskier wanted to hold his stomach when it happened, but he felt the tentacle give a rough thrust and a growl from the monster behind him before the thing forced its way into him.
It was a solid weight inside of him that he could feel with every breath, hell he’s sure if the tentacle weren’t filling out his belly, the object would, and the feeling of it in him would get him off if his attention weren’t distracted by a second weight at his hole. He relaxed as much as he could to help the monster get it in him faster, clenching here and there when it seemed as if it got stuck to try and help it along, and he could swear he heard the monster purr every time he did. He was just trying to keep some control and not come on the spot.
He let out a groan when the second object slipped into him, pushing up against the first and it felt like when he would go to a banquet and gorge himself too much, a pleasant fullness, and yet there was always room for a bit more.
With a muttered swear he felt a third object, smaller than the first two, slip easily past his hole quickly followed by a fourth and a fifth and he held his breath as he felt them move through him before all three were fucked into him with one hard thrust, Jaskier letting out a broken moan at the feeling whilst his cock spurted his second orgasm over the forest floor.
He supposed he should be suspicious by the fact his cock was still hard and eager to get off for a third round, but he couldn’t find it in him to care as he panted and let the monster fuck a sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth egg into him. At least he was fairly sure they were eggs, and he would happily let the monster fuck all its spawn into him now and worry about the consequences later when he wasn’t so dizzy with arousal.
Now he was sore and his belly cramping, when he looked down it was stretched, swollen, and looked a little bruised too, as if he were a woman counting down till her water broke, and yet he was even bigger than that, just slightly, but a tenth egg teasing at his rim, the biggest yet would change that.
He felt the monster fuck and push, and struggle to get the egg past his rim and they both let out a noise when it did, Jaskier letting out small whimpers as he felt it stretch him open and make space for itself deep in his guts, but even then, the monster struggled to get it out, letting out another growl as it fucked a bit harder, more desperately into him until finally it caught and in one smooth thrust was forced deep into the nest of eggs already inside of him.
For a moment he had to stop himself from gagging purely because he felt too full, his stomach now starting to cramp in pain as it strained under the nest, and yet when he felt another egg rest just outside his hole, clearly the biggest yet given how it felt the size of his fist, he was already drooling over the idea of it settling deep into him.
The monster struggled with it for several long minutes, no matter how Jaskier relaxed or tried to grind back onto it seemed futile, and the monster was growing agitated too, just as desperate to get it in him.
So, when Jaskier tugged his right arm in its hold with a whine and a plead to “Lemme go, wanna help” the monster released his arm which immediately fell to his swollen belly, feeling how big and heavy it was and that if he pushed down hard enough he could feel the eggs filling him, and it took every effort not to come for a third time then and there.
It was easy to slip his hand back behind him and feel the egg stretching out the tentacle, how the monster was still giving small thrusts in the hope it could get it in and Jaskier couldn’t help but squeeze it, feel the size of it before it settled deep inside him, bigger than his fist apparently.
After he’d had his fun, mostly because it would be a lot more fun getting the egg inside him, he teased his fingers at his rim, still slick and messy from the first tentacle and even given the girth of the monster he managed to coax in one and then two and three fingers alongside it, the stretch just on the side of too much.
It didn’t matter though because it had done the job, hooking one finger in his hole just to stretch it out a little whilst the backs of his fingers teased the egg still edging around his hole, until with a couple of more rough thrusts the monster finally gets to fuck it into him.
It feels like an age before the egg is at the tip of the tentacle, having spent most of the time with a loose fist around his cock as he felt it edge closer and closer, his breath hitching as it did so until he stopped just as it came to rest at the tip. The waiting was torturous, like waiting to be announced the winner at a competition, and the monster seemed eager to wait it out now that it knew it could force the egg into him.
Jaskier was sure he must make a messy and desperate picture, half panting and drooling as he waited for it to slip into him properly and finish his brood, to feel the ache of them stretching him impossibly wide, and he’s sure once the monster is gone that he’ll strip his cock a few times before he’s done.
Eventually, the monster has wasted enough time and ever so slowly forces the egg to slip into his belly, drawing the feeling out so that when it finally did pop out and settled nicely but heavily with the rest of the nest, Jaskier didn’t need the hand on his cock as he shook through his third orgasm.
After that everything happened quickly, the monster fucked him quick and hard for a few seconds and he felt the eggs shift painfully with every thrust, but even so, it made his cock, finally going down, twitch in interest.
Then it squirted something inside him, filling in the gaps between the eggs as it let out a roar behind him. He should be scared, but carrying its brood as the tentacle slowly slipped out of him, still dripping liquid, he’d never felt safer.
He was carefully put down on his hands and knees, a good thing because he’s sure his knees would have buckled both from the mindless orgasms and the weight uncomfortably filling out his belly. He didn’t hear the monster slink away, he just knew that he was alone and sure enough when he looked, it was gone, nothing but his heavy breathing and his slowly increasing panic at the realization of what happened and that he had fucking monster eggs inside of him.
At least that was until the sound of heavy footfalls walking towards him, and he wanted to be scared, he was heavy with eggs and defenseless, hoping the monster would return to look after its brood, and yet it made no move to intercept whoever was there.
A quick glance showed that it was Geralt and he visibly relaxed, Geralt would know what to do, how to help, so what if he’d been late to the rescue, he was here now.
“Should have seen yourself Jaskier, never seen anyone that eager to get bred. How many did it get in you?”
Jaskier whimpered when Geralt crouched beside him, a firm hand going to his belly and easing the pain slightly so that he completely glossed over the fact that Geralt was there and watched him get attacked, hadn’t even raised a sword to help him. “Eleven”
"Beautiful, Jaskier, want to see your belly swollen with a brood all the time” Jaskier should be scared, especially as Geralt moves behind him, hands never leaving him and instead presses soothing circles along the small of his back, but the more worrying thing is that he wants to do what Geralt said, wanted to be ass up and get bred “Probably got about ten minutes left till the toxin in you wears out, so just stay there and look pretty while I have a go”
Jaskier groans when he feels Geralt’s fingers slide down and easily slip into his hole, still stretched and slick from the tentacle, and at the feeling of being fucked again his cock twitches in interest. The idea of a toxin is worrying but it can’t be that bad if Geralt’s going to fuck him through it.
Geralt gets two rounds out of him before Jaskier’s body starts to ache, and really ache, the hazy arousal that had stuck with him since the monster left was fading and he could feel himself whimper in pain not only at his stretched belly, at the idea of monsters hatching inside him, and Geralt brutally fucking into him and promising “Just a little longer, ‘m so close, almost finished" before filling him up with come for the third time that had tears edge his vision because his stomach is too full, feels as if it will quite literally burst, but then Geralt is there shushing him.
He doesn’t know whether Geralt thinks he's under some sort of drug and can't understand him, but Jaskier is becoming painfully aware with each passing minute, and cries whilst Geralt praises him for following him into the forest, right into the monster lair as he had planned and so eagerly offered to carry its brood. He shook and balled his fists to overcome the wrack of pain from his stomach when Geralt told him it would be hours before he could get the eggs out, and afterward, he’d feel so empty that he’ll be sobbing to get onto Geralt’s dick, and as Jaskier’s best friend he’ll happily oblige.
Jaskier doesn’t hear when Geralt talks about another lair half a kingdom away, a rare species that will probably keep him in its nest for days as it stuffs him full of eggs over and over and over. Jaskier just lets another wrack of pain shiver over his body and tries to ignore the way the eggs and Geralt’s cock shift inside him.
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Being members of The Big 3, Tamaki, Nejire and Mirio are probably REALLY popular, in and out of U.A. So what if their SO tried to break it off with them because of that, or rather because their more jealous and loony fans who can't be happy with the relationship keep tormenting yn when The Big 3 aren't around to see. yn can't take the continuous abuse anymore and tries to break up with them, but they just can't and won't accept it. Headcanons for this and them finding out why, please with love
Icons Made By Yours Truly.
Tamaki Amajiki
You loved Tamaki with all your heart in or out of his Suneater costume. Unfortunately, plenty of others seemed to love your man as well, and sometimes it was overbearing to see just how many would swarm Tamaki after he saved the day or performed some heroic deed. You recalled the day he had, with the help of Fat Gum, busted a few drug dealers. You ran up to him and embraced him in a hug. Then those cheers happened and a few females commented about how cute Suneater was and how much better he could do than you. Tamaki didn’t understand why you suddenly stopped hugging him and proceeded to leave.
However, it seemed like some people weren’t satisfied with sly comments. One day when you were out, a group of people had approached you and proceeded to harass you once more about your boyfriend. Being told Tamaki could do better, be with a fellow hero instead of a quirkless nobody. It hurt more than you wanted to admit but you tried to hide your tears as you ran away. You slumped down in an alleyway and gasped when you felt your phone vibrate. When Tamaki was working, he’d always call you on his breaks. Despite the fact, there were still tears streaming down your face. You answered, “H-Hello.” Tamaki’s soft voice came. “H-Hi, bunny. I uh, I m-miss you. I-Is everything okay?” it broke your heart to lie to him.
The public harassment didn’t seem to end, in fact, it seemed like people enjoyed pushing or pulling you away from Tamaki even when he wasn’t dressed as Suneater. It was beginning to get old and you were starting to believe they were correct. What if Tamaki could do better, what if he deserved to be with a fellow hero? Given Tamaki always said he’d protect you and that you put his anxiety at ease. You gave him the courage to be brave and while you wanted so badly to believe that. You just couldn’t with all the negative thoughts in your head.
Tamaki began to notice your unhappy behavior, the way that frown would always be present on your face, and the fact you seemed to become distant to his affection. He was worried that he might have done something wrong. However, when he tried to talk to you, it seemed you didn’t want to give an answer. “P-Please bunny! I d-don’t want to l-lose you and...i-if I did something, w-wrong. Please...p-please tell me. I l-love you.” those three words somehow made you angry, love? Was he joking!? If he loved you, he wouldn’t have allowed all those people to harass you.
Tamaki looked terrified when you let out a growl and grabbed the front of his shirt, “Love!?” you snapped, “If you loved me, you wouldn’t let-” you stopped yourself when you felt your eyes begin to water and shoved Tamaki away. “J-Just...stay away from me!” you snapped, “I-I’m done, I’m done with t-this.” though your voice cracked when you spoke, Tamaki felt his heart shatter and opened his mouth to speak but you had already walked away.
Tamaki knew he couldn’t just let this be, he knew he needed to do something. He couldn’t lose you and though he was confused about what you had said. Recalling all those moments in public and your odd behavior, he hated himself for not noticing what was happening earlier. He needed to see you and apologize, beg for you back. So he made the decision to go to your apartment, however as soon as you opened the door and saw his face. You immediately wanted to slam it, but Tamaki kept one hand out. “Bunny! Please...p-please don’t do this...I’m s-sorry that I-” you shook your head. “I don’t want to hear it!” you snapped before running to your bedroom.
He frowned as he stood in your living room before noticing your laptop was open, curiosity got the best of him and he looked at the screen. You had been looking at various Suneater fansites and each and every one of them talked about his relationship with you. Tamaki almost got ill as he read through each comment, people were cruel and it made him angry. Made him feel...guilty, damn it. He should have done something sooner, he swallowed and promptly marched to your bedroom. You had your door shut and Tamaki didn’t hesitate to knock, something that caused you to jump.
You groaned, damn it. You thought Tamaki had left, wet tears were still sliding down your cheeks and you buried your face back into the pillow. “G-Go away Tamaki!” you exclaimed, though your words were mumbled. Tamaki seemed to make them out just fine. He frowned from the other side of the door, feeling that burning anger deep inside him. Should he just give up and leave? No...no he needed to fix this. He clenched his jaw and tightened his fists before speaking. “N-No!” he screamed, catching you off guard.
“I d-don’t...I d-don’t give a...a s-shit about w-what people t-think, bunny! N-Not about y-you...n-not about us! Y-You’re my only l-love and I w-won’t let you b-break up with m-me just because...n-narrow minded p-people think they c-can have me!” you slowly sat up from your bed and hesitantly walked to the door, “M-My heart o-only belongs to y-you!” he declared before you reached for the handle, causing him to gasp as the door flew open. Though you were still crying, you found yourself running right into his chest and wrapping your arms around him. You sobbed softly before muttering, “Y-You promise?” and Tamaki smiled before squeezing you. “I p-promise.”
Nejire Hado
Nejire was always a happy woman and when you came into her life, she didn’t hesitate to show you off. Loud and proud, she’d always introduce you as her romantic partner and promptly go off about how much she loved you. Sometimes it was embarrassing, but at least she wasn’t ashamed to show the world she was taken. But that didn’t stop some people from being mean and trying to bash your relationship with Nejire. But she never hesitated to put people in their place, in her own way. At least when she happened to hear it, however, Nejire had a group of fangirls at U.A. and it was said girls that always bullied you and tried to convince you to break it off with Nejire.
Though Nejire was a ball of sunshine, beautiful and confident. You...weren’t. In fact, you had some serious self-esteem issues which meant you didn’t have the strongest mental walls. Words easily got to you, including the nasty ones provided by Nejire’s fan club. It upset you that you couldn’t find the courage to tell Nejire just how awful those girls were and you got so furiously jealous when Nejire would pay attention to them. Have conversations and even give them autographs, you had attempted to stray Nejire away from them. Often trying to get her to leave or grab her hand and insist you wanted to go do something. But Nejire never fell for your attempts. “I can’t leave now! That would be rude!” she’d always say and you’d always end up walking away, trying to ignore the fan club's smirks.
It pissed you off that Nejire was giving her time of day to those that didn’t deserve it and not paying attention to your needs. Why did everyone seem to want to get with Nejire? She was yours and honestly, you were worried your jealousy would begin to control you. But at least you were the only one lucky enough to go on dates with Nejire or so you thought, Nejire insisted on going to a small cafe for lunch one day. You were looking forward to some alone time with her, but the fan club tracked you down and proceeded to interrupt your date. “Nejire we have to go, now,” you growled, ready to leave your half-eaten food behind.
As usual, Nejire didn’t seem to want to leave, sometimes it annoyed you. Her concern for other's feelings was a little too much and you had enough. “Either leave with me now or we’re through! These girls aren’t as nice as you think, but you never listen to me!” you snapped, swiping your arm across the table which caused the food and drinks to fall to the ground. For the first time, you saw Nejire’s expression change to fear. Yet there was a hint of confusion in her eyes and she rose from her seat. “What...what are you saying Y/n? Please...please don’t say things like that! You’re just having a bad day, are you upset because our date was interrupted?” you crossed your arms and glared at her, she had the nerve to smile and promise she’d give you all her attention later. You didn’t believe her.
It was shortly after this that you began to distance yourself from Nejire if she’d rather spend time with those girls that said such negative things about you and your relationship then fine. She could learn the hard way, however Nejire immediately took notice of the wall you put up and how you wouldn’t even attempt to talk to her. She decided to see if her fan club knew anything about it, of course, they didn’t and Nejire found herself at square one again. However, as soon as she rounded the corner to leave she heard them speak your name. “Hm?” she quietly pressed herself up against the wall and continued to listen. “Pff, did she really think we care about Y/n? As if that nobody even deserves someone as beautiful as Nejire.” one girl commented, “Yeah...honestly Y/n isn’t even in the hero course. How does she expect to actually compare to Nejire? She doesn’t deserve her, I’m almost glad I told her she should just break it off with our Queen.” Nejire couldn’t believe her ears, oh no.
You had decided to spend some isolated time doing extra training, Thirteen was generous enough to allow you to use the USJ and though she didn’t know about the details of your relationship. You had told her you wanted to get rid of a little extra steam. However, you hadn’t expected Nejire to find you. “Y/n!” she called, though you had tried to walk away. Nejire used her quirk and blocked your path, “Y/n! I’m sorry! I didn’t realize that...” she paused when she noticed your glare, you had every right to be angry but she’d still try to make it up to you. “You were right,” she said, “About everything, those girls, the nasty things they say. Is that why you...tried to break up with me? Is that why you...distanced yourself?” she questioned and you sighed.
After a long heart to heart, Nejire promised to take your feelings into consideration and to listen when you had something to say. Nejire began to ignore the fan club and made it a point to purposely kiss you in front of them, which ironically worked to put them in their place. She placed her hand to your cheek and smiled, “I promise, I’ll be the best girlfriend from now on. I won’t let any meanies bully the one I love!” she declared and this time you believed her.
Mirio Togata
Mirio was no stranger to public affection, in fact, he didn’t seem ashamed in the least bit. He’d downright kiss you anywhere and in front of anyone, it was something that you admired about him. But, things were slightly different when Mirio switched to Lemillion, it seems he liked crowds and cheers more than anything. You didn’t particularly like the way he’d show off in front of crowds, he’d even flex his muscles and playfully wink at people. That didn’t sit right with you. What angered you more was the fact that he’d also let random strangers touch his muscles as if that impresses anyone. Then again, Mirio would always talk about you when people asked if he had a special someone. But their response to the fact Lemillion was taken was always negative, you had tried to ignore it and told yourself their words were only out of jealousy.
Long before you had dated Mirio, Sir Nighteye had used his quirk and foresaw something that Mirio didn’t expect. “It will be a beautiful relationship, but you will make a mistake and it will be the end of your happiness,” he warned, though Mirio didn’t take his mentor seriously. “Nah! Y/n and I will be together forever, I know it in my heart!” he declared, but Sir Nighteye might have been onto something as you found yourself growing more angry and jealous by the day. Lower classmen often tried to chase after Mirio and attempt to flirt with him, it always upset you that Mirio would give them attention. And it only grew worse as some of his admirers began watching him during class training sessions. Eventually, you got sick of their cheers and went to confront them. No surprise they didn’t have anything nice to say about you and often called you a nobody that Mirio would realize soon enough didn’t suit him.
You tried not to let their words get to you and confronted them on another day, unfortunately, this time things didn’t go as planned. They continued to make comments about you, making you feel as low as possible and your anger got the best of you. A punch was thrown and before you knew it, you were in a fistfight which Mirio rushed over to break up. “Sunshine! What are you doing!?” he demanded and you scoffed, why was he acting like this was your fault? “Excuse me?” you said before pointing at his admirers. “They started it, they always start it!” you declared, hoping that at least your boyfriend would defend you. But it was clear whose side he was on. “They are just admirers, don’t worry about them,” you growled and jabbed your finger into his chest. “You’re right, I won’t because we’re through!” you snapped before stomping away.
Mirio found you quick enough after that, “What was that all about? Is something wrong?” he questioned, but you remained quiet. Refusing to tell him or anyone. Mirio quickly grew annoyed and grabbed your arm, making you wince as he squeezed it. “Tell me,” he demanded and you promptly shoved him away. “Just stay away from me! Go spend time with those stupid admirers you choose to defend over your own partner!” you snapped and once more walked away. But Mirio wasn’t satisfied with that answer and continued to chase after you. He had cornered you one day after class, “Why are you trying to break up with me? Is it because of those admirers? Sunshine you know the only one I have eyes for is you.” he tried reassuring you, but you didn’t believe him and refused to speak.
However, over the next few days. Mirio thought about your words, maybe he was in the wrong for not defending you. He was only trying to be nice to those admirers but after hearing a few things about them. He came to the conclusion they weren’t as nice as they seemed and knew that he needed to make it up to you somehow. He thought that spreading rumors that you were his fiance(e) would solve the problem and when you heard, you immediately confronted Mirio. “What do you think you’re doing!? Are you so thick-headed you think this will somehow fix what happened?!” you snapped at him, but Mirio only smiled at you. “Well you can’t break off our relationship if we’re engaged, right?” he said and you found yourself confused, what was he up to really?
Mirio tried texting you, asking if he could talk to you again. After the rumor incident, you created more distance between Mirio and yourself though you took note you didn’t see his admirers anymore. That was something, had his plan actually worked? You weren’t sure but at this point. Maybe you were just holding onto useless anger. You agreed to meet him, despite knowing there was still awkward tension between the two of you. It was crazy how others could influence your actions, in a way you thought maybe this was your fault. Had you been the one to go too far?
Regardless, you were the first to speak when you saw Mirio. “So...what now?” you questioned, you were so lost as to what your relationship with Mirio actually was. But once more he smiled and grabbed your hands. “Don’t worry! I have a plan,” he said and you were almost afraid to hear it. “I will buy you a ring, a beautiful engagement ring after I become a Pro Hero and if you still want me, we can get married,” he said and though you were hesitant, you found yourself agreeing. Despite knowing as a Pro Hero, Lemillion would have more admirers and more crazy individuals willing to tear you apart. He seemed utterly committed to you and you believed he wouldn’t allow anyone to talk down to you again.
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NEW MOON (Stories With Virgil)
It was a pretty gloomy day today. I could tell you that much. The rain was pitter pattering against the window as the clouds were a dark grey. My thoughts were quite clustered together at this very moment. Yes, today was the day. It was tonight, and Patton is going to help me prepare for it.
I just couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous. Pretty normal for me huh? Yeah, it's normal for me to get all anxious about something and then overthink about it. Besides that, I was nervous for a different reason. A reason I will not tell you all yet. A reason that would scare you so bad, you'd probably never talk to me again.
I closed my curtain as I didn't really enjoy the light in my room. Even if the sun wasn't out, I hated the brightness of outside. The rain was perfect for tonight.
Something wasn't right at the moment. It was a feeling of being uneasy. What was causing me to feel uncomfortable? I hurriedly checked the time and my eyes widen. It's 11:57pm! I'm screwed once it hits midnight! Midnight was when I started to feel... well, where I started to feel really hungry. It wasn't a normal hunger per say, but a ravenous hunger that wanted to break free and devour everything in it's path.
That's when midnight hit. I swallowed nervously and the burning sensation started to settle in. It started to burn in the back of my throat, soon dripping down my esophagus and pooling into my stomach. I wanted it so bad at this point. The burning sensation in my throat to my stomach was enough to make me run to the nearest person and drain them of their blood. I stopped that urge though. I couldn't hurt anyone anymore. Not like this.
Soon, a sweet smell had hit my nostrils. I inhale deeply. As the smell was processed, my stomach decided to growl pretty loud.
You need this. You need to sink your fangs into their throat and suck them dry. Just the thought of their blood sitting on your tongue and soothing the burning sensation made you feel pleasured. You want who's ever blood that is. It's yours.
What was I just thinking!? Those thoughts were definitely not mine! Were they? No, these are my thoughts. They're just corrupted thoughts. Thoughts that I'm having because of how hungry I felt. Whenever we get hungry, disturbing thoughts can sometimes pop into our head. It was basically that but as a vampire, these thoughts can be very very... what's the word? Hmmm... Oh right! Those thoughts can be very morbid.
The burning sensation was worsening. I had to do something. These thoughts were becoming worse the more I stalled.
Mmm, this'll be fun.
This cannot be fun at all. I couldn't hurt my friends. But with every second I stand here, the more hungry I become. The more ravenous and morbid my thoughts get.
You need to find someone to eat.
Without thinking, I got up and rose up into Patton's corner of Thomas's mind. He looked at me quite ecstatic as always.
"Hiya Kiddo!" Patton greeted.
"Hey," I greeted back, "How are you?"
I swallowed nervously, backing up as I kept my distance from him. I put my hood up to hide my now changed features of my face. I couldn't hurt Patton. He's too naive for this.
You need this Virgil. You know you need blood to get over this night. Do it. Sink your fangs into his throat and drink his blood. It'll be so much fun, don't you think?
These thoughts aren't mine at all! This was my vampire side talking. He's very persuasive with his words and sometimes I fall for it. I can't this time. I won't hurt Patton!!! I can't hurt him!!
There was a small part of me that was begging me to just sink my fangs into his fragile flesh and drink his sweet scented blood.
He smells delicious, doesn't he? Just go up to him and bite him. You're hungry Virgil. Don't ignore it or I'll make you aware of it. You will get his blood because it's all yours.
I'm caught up in my own head and Patton doesn't notice, hopefully. I just can't let myself hurt him. I just can't. Maybe he does smell a little good...
"Kiddo, are you okay?" Patton asked.
"I-I'm fine P-Patton," I had obviously lied.
"Kiddo!" Patton gasped, "What did I tell you about lying?"
No! I couldn't catch my hood that had fallen off my head. My eyes were a glowing crimson, fangs protruding from my gums. He knows who I really am now.
"Oh deary me... Houston we have a problem," Patton exclaimed.
"P-Patton, I-I'm fine," I stammered out. I was lying.
"You don't look fine to me," Patton interjected.
"I-I'm fine Patton," I stammered with a shaky voice, backing away from him, "Seriously... I-I'm fine..."
"Kiddo...," Patton looked upset as I backed away from him.
I backed up until my back hit the wall. I swear to god Patton, don't take a step closer to me. Just don't.
But do take a step closer Patton. Come closer so Virgil can sink his fangs into your neck and drink your sweet, delicious, thick nectar from you.
I need to ignore these thoughts, but I'm losing control the more those thoughts try to intrude into my head.
"S-Stay away P-Patton," I warned him, my voice still shaky, "I-I don't want to hurt y-you."
"Kiddo... I want to help," Patton told me.
"J-Just please stay away," I warned again.
I bit my lip, and it started to bleed. I gulped. Patton walked over to me, grabbing a cloth and dabbed my lip to get the blood off. Please back up Patton... Your blood really smells good... I can't take it anymore...
I pinned Patton to the wall, starting to sniff his neck. The smell was so much stronger... I want it... No... I can't hurt him...
"W-What are you doing Kiddo?" Patton asked, his voice a little shaky.
My fangs traced his neck delicately across as I didn't want to break the skin. He tried to shove me back gently. I had to stay away from him.
I escpaed out of the window and out into the depths of Thomas's mind.
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SOMETHING ELSE
Request: May I please have a Roger Taylor imagine where you have really bad anxiety and he doesn’t know but he comes to see you having a panic attack and helps you and lots of fluff???
Pairing: Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader
Genre: angsty fluff
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Requested by: @serpentwithatardis
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Warnings: anxiety attack, some language
A/N: it took me soo long to finish this, I'm really sorry, I'm falling behind due to the exams. Also, I hope you enjoy, and about the rest of the requests, they're coming <3
ROGER'S P. O. V.
Y/n wasn't exactly shy.
She wasn't exactly quiet.
She wasn't exactly distant.
Y/n was something else.
I didn't notice that something the first time Deaky had introduced her to the group as a potential second vocal and piano player. At that moment she was just a melodic voice and a pretty face.
She soon became a member of the band, though, and the more time she spent with us, the better I got to know her, and the clearer it was for me that she was something else.
However, and even though I really tried for a while, we never turned out to be close friends —mostly because she seemed to avoid spending time with me alone—. Maybe she didn't like me that much, maybe I had rubbed her the wrong side.
"That was amazing" I commented when Y/n finished singing her part for Bohemian Rhapsody. "really beautiful"
"Thanks, Roger" she gave me a small smile whilst taking off the headset to give it to Freddie, who was the next to sing. "Your falsetto was very impressive"
"Thank you" I replied, helping Freddie with the microphone. When I turned to look at Y/n again, I saw her putting on her jacket. "Where are you going?" I asked confused.
"Oh, I need some air" she answered, grabbing her cigarette pack, along with a lighter. "too many hours in the studio"
"wait," I walked to the bench to grab my jacket "I'll go with you, I could use some air" before I reached the bench, though, we heard the door shutting and when I turned around, Y/n was nowhere to be found. "I... What the-" I shot a glance at Freddie, who was already looking at me. "why does she always do that?"
"why do you care that much, darling?" Freddie teased with a knowing smile on his face. When I stayed shut instead of replying with a snarky comeback, he let out a chuckle. "she told you, Rog. She needs air, give her a break."
After Freddie's teasing, I realized I really liked Y/n in a way I hadn't liked any girl before. Her amazing self was enough to attract all my attention like a moth drawn to the light.
It was due to the amount of attention I paid to her every day, that I felt terribly disappointed with myself when I finally got to know what was that something else in Y/n.
It was after our first press conference. It was more intense than we expected, and, even though most of the questions were for Freddie, a surprising amount were for Y/n too, related to the fact that she was the only girl in the band.
"Y/n, some people say that John was your boyfriend and that's how you got in the band." I first looked at Deaky and then at Y/n. "is that true?"
"who said that?" she asked, quite confused.
Before the previous reporter could keep talking, another one took their place. "Y/n, it is said that you're not attracted to men, what do you have to say about it?"
"I thought we were here to talk about our music?" Deaky asked, noticing that Y/n was getting uncomfortable.
"are you romantically involved with Roger Taylor?"
Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "is there any bloody questions related to our songs?" I growled at the microphone.
"Is it hard to be a girl surrounded by men?"
"are you the one choosing the band's outfits?"
Another deep breath. Y/n rested her forehead against the palm of her hand while her foot tapped fast against the floor.
"do you get jealous when your band mates are seen with groupies?"
"are you open about being with more than one of your band mates?"
"fuckin' hell" her breathy whispered was too quiet for it to reach the microphone in front of her, but it was enough for me to hear it. "fuck fuck fuck fuck-" her breaths turned short and shaky.
"Y/n" I called her name, trying not to seem worried when I saw her eyes shutting and her jaw clenching. "Y/n..." the moment I put a hand on her knees to stop her leg from bouncing, her eyes opened widely.
"Okay, seems to me like you're in the mood to waste your opportunity to interview us" Freddie stated, hitting the table before getting up. "c'mon darlings, let's go"
"Lead the way Freddie" Brian stated, getting up to follow Freddie out of the press conference room. Deaky did the same, and Y/n and I followed him closely, leaving behind us the reporters' protests. "I already hate this part of our job."
"it's only the first" Deaky reminded Brian. "what are you planning on doing when-" he stopped talking when Y/n jogged past us and got into the bathroom. "shit."
"is she Okay?" Brian asked as we stopped walking to stare at the bathroom she had gotten in. "should we wait or...?"
"I... Think we should give her space" Freddie stated, gesturing us to keep moving to the exit. When they realized I wasn't following them, they stopped off once more. "Rog-"
"no" I plainly stated, making my way to the bathroom.
"she needs space" Deaky warned me.
I scoffed.
Space. She needs space. She needs air. She needs to be alone. She needs a moment.
"she needs a bloody friend, John" I retorted, stalking to the toilets' door. "you can go, but I'm staying." before they could reply anything else, I entered the toilets, closing the door behind me. "Y/n?"
I heard her before I saw her, since they were huge toilets.
I heard her gasping for air a couple of times before I rushed towards the noises. "Y/n-" her forehead was resting against the tiles of the wall, her chest going quickly up and down "are you-"
Her legs gave out and she felt on her knees, pressing one of her hands against her chest with her eyes wide open. "I c- I can't... I can't b-breathe" she tried to take a deep breath and she ended up gasping once more. "I-I-I- I'm I ca-"
It suddenly hit me, she was having an anxiety attack.
As soon as I realized that, I kneeled besides her, pulling her forearms for her to face me. "Y/n you have to- try... Try to breath deeply" I tried sounding as calm as possible, not wanting to make it worse with the fact that I was freaking out.
"I c- can't I-I'm sorry I-" she tried to do as I told her but she ended up gasping harder. "My chest hurts! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck"
She attempted to bend over and I made her sit up again, caressing her cheeks "Y/n, love, deep breaths okay? It's- it'll be over soon. Just- just take deep breaths" I moved closer to her, and, not knowing what else to do to calm her, I pulled to my chest.
"I can't-" she repeated, this time letting out a frustrated sob. "I'm sorry- I'm- I c- I'm sorry" she gripped the hems of my partially open shirt, attempting to hold onto something.
"You're gonna be okay" I whispered, rubbing circles on her back and trying to pull her even closer to me, something that was proven impossible when we only ended up almost lying on the floor. "it's just a moment, you'll be okay. Can you try to br-" she nudged her face against my chest and I couldn't feel her fresh tears on my bare skin, which made my heart break. "can you... Try to breathe deeply again?"
She nodded and I let one of my hands comb her hair. "o-okay... J-just... I-" she shifted slightly to rest only her forehead against my chest, before starting to take slow breaths.
I planted a kiss on the crown of her hair while she finally managed to slow down her breathing to an average rhythm. "see? You're okay" I whispered, letting her exhausted body rest over mine.
"I'm sorry" she mumbled, loosening the grip on my shirt. "I'm really sorry... It's been a while since I had one as strong as this one."
I stayed in silence, processing what she had just told me, before speaking. "you... You have... Anxiety?" She nodded against my chest, not daring to look at me. "why didn't you tell us."
"I... Deaky knows" she whispered, shifting her position when I moved us to rest against the cold wall. "but I asked not to tell you all." she sighed. "I thought I had it under control. I didn't want you to see me... D-different?"
I moved her to be able to face her. "different as if... Fragile" she nodded at my guess, shunning my gaze. "Y/n? Does... Do you avoid me because of this?"
"I don't avoid-"
"you do" I argued, rapidly regretting it when I saw her shying away from me. "I'm sorry- this- this isn't the moment to talk about it, I'm sorry" I apologized raising my hands in surrender. "I just- I... Fuck I shouldn't be saying this but I- I really like you"
"I-" she opened her mouth a couple of times before she spoke. "I know... Freddie told me" I opened my eyes widely, feeling my cheeks reddening. "Sorry"
"fuck... See?" I questioned passing both my hands over my face. "I shouldn't have said anything, I knew you were avoiding me. I'm sorry... Can we pretend this didn't happen?" I dared to look at her and I saw her with her lips parted and her eyes dug into my form, making me blush even harder because bloody hell, she was so beautiful.
"You're blushing"
"I know, can you not say it out loud?" I groaned, covering my face once more. "shit." I felt her hands tugging mine, moving then away from my face before her lips brushed against mines. "what..."
"I didn't want you to deal with... This" she said, letting go of my hands, only for me to hold hers. "that's why I... Was avoiding you. That's also why I didn't say anything. Also because I don't think I'm your type and you're-"
"my type?" she whispered a doubtful 'yes' while my hands moved to hold her hips, rubbing circles with my thumbs over them. "I've never liked a girl the way I like you, Y/n. I don't know what's my type, but you for sure are above all that shit" it was her time to blush. "If you want to try... I'm down for it."
She started to chew her lower lip and I leaded one of my thumbs to her lips, to stop her from doing that. "I mean... Even with the anxiety thing?"
"yeah"
"well then..." she inhaled deeply before nodding. "okay. We can try... Because I really want to."
A smile former on my lips and I leaned on, capturing her lips on another kiss. "thanks for giving me a chance" I whispered, looking at her eyes.
She smiled back and rested her forehead against my chest once again, this time feeling peaceful instead of distressed.
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Steamy Love (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader LEMON) Part 26:~Sinful Senses~
Summary: After all that teasing, you both have frustrations you need to let out.
Warnings: Pure Lemon Chapter! Slight Degredation.
Read it on my Wattpad: Wattpad.com/HiddlesStar
Word count: 1'704
Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife @bookgirlunicorn @cherrygeek86 @peachlobotomy666
Tom kept you up against the wall as he pulled you into a deep kiss, making sure you legs were around his waist as he held you. You wrapped your arms around his neck when you felt him pull you back, carrying you off into the bedroom. He had you in bed in seconds, pinning you down like a hungry beast, his normally kind eyes growing darker, looking right through you. You felt your heartbeat in your chest pick up, feeling Tom pant as he pressed up against you. He felt so hard, yet restricted in his trousers. Everything you had done has affected him and has lead up to this. You don't expect him to give you any breaks.
He was quick to get your clothes off. You could hear the little impatient growls in his panting as he worked at getting your pants off, tossing them aside, along with your panties. He couldn't even think about teasing you right now. He needed all of you. You could feel the heat rise in between your thighs. God, you were already soaked because of all the things you had been doing to get his attention, and it seemed like it would pay off.
"You wish to tease me, mm?.." Tom purred, pushing two of his fingers into your entrance. You practically soaked up his fingers immedietly, even more so when he started thrusting them inside you.
"Oh my god!--" You flinched with a moan, seeing him watching his fingers moved. He loved watching the things he does to you.
"Already soaking up my fingers.." Tom snickered, pulling his fingers out to taste what you had left on them. He let out a moan from the taste. "M-My god, y-you taste amazing.." He spoke with a breathy voice before immedietly moving in between your open legs. "I need more.."
"T-Tom--" You managed to whimper before you'd feel his tongue in between your folds, making you flinch and moan our suddenly. He worked his tongue along your sensitive clit slowly at first, moaning as he savoured the sweet taste that came from you. He pushed his fingers back into your entrance, pumping them in and out when he wanted to get more out of you.
At this point, you were absolutely soaked, a panting and moaning mess as he worked at your entire core, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, making your essence spread all over his fingers, his tongue, and even some slipping to the bedsheets below.
"I-I'm obsessed with the taste of your cum.." Tom pulled back for a brief moment to moan before leaning back in, suckling along your inner folds, toying with your clit more and more, stimulating all the right spots to send you over the edge in no time. You moaned out and shuddered below him as you came, even moving your hips slightly up with his tongue movements to get every last feeling from that high. You felt your thighs and your core become sensitive after such a release, panting up at Tom with a needy gaze. He returned up to you, now at eye level.
"What do you need, m-my love?.." He asked, gazing down at you with his darkened blue eyes. You could tell he was about to lose his mind if he wasn't inside you, soon.
"J-Just you.." You admitted with a quiet little moan, looking over him some before sitting up to help him out of his clothes. You helped him get his shirt off, getting to feel his bare chest after so much teasing. You kissed along his skin as he worked at getting his pants off, hearing him pant from your touches. You gripped his boxer briefs and pulled them down to expose his length, which stuck up rather perfectly.
You got him to lay down on his back, leaning on his elbows so he could sit up slightly and watch you. You crawled down a little, his length practically all up in your face. You licked up his shaft without hesitation, seeing him flinch and let out a soft moan. Watching you use his length in such a way was electrifying for him. It awakened something dark in him. His eyes only grew darker as you pushed the length into your mouth, bobbing your head at a steady pace. You didn't want to gag, at least not right away. Tom watched as you worked his length, feeling the pleasure sparks on his hip, placing a hand on your head to push you further. He wanted you to choke on his length for all the teasing you've done, but he also loves watching the struggle of you trying to keep everything together. He moaned hearing you gag, snickering as he pushed you down enough for your nose to touch his abdomen. He let you pull back a little bit after hearing you gag, letting out a dark snicker. "Can't take it?.." He teased, watching as you pulled back completely.
"I-I'm desperate to have it inside me.." You admitted with a shaky moan, getting a mischievous smile from Tom. He grabbed you by the neck and pinned you back down on your back, gazing down at you with that smile. You brought both of your hands to hold his arm, blushing heavily as he gave a light squeeze. You tensed up as he squeezed your throat, the helplessness of the situation just making you even more aroused. You spread your legs for him and let out a quiet whimper, feeling him let go of your throat for a moment to align himself properly.
He slid his throbbing length along your sensitive slit, getting a little whine from you.
"So bloody needy.." Tom grinned, suddenly pushing into you with a harsh thrust. You flinched and let out a moan, his length filling up your entrance perfectly with your walls tightening around his shaft. Soon, he began moving his hips against yours, not even giving it a second thought as he went at his own rough pace.
"I-I'm needy! I need you!" You moaned out as he began to move inside you, gripping the bedsheets below you as your hips smacked together. The way his length slid in and out so roughly made you throb, your walls only tightening around his now soaked shaft. Tom didn't hold back any moans, letting everything out freely just for you to hear. You've really been the only woman to ever hear him sound so pleased with a nice fuck like this. Every other woman he's been with before can't even amount to how amazing the sex is with you. It's always mind blowing.
"Take it, fucking take it.." Tom growled, moving his hips even faster against yours as he felt his length throb. He gripped your throat once again, pressing down on it to keep you pinned beneath him. The weight just added to the pleasure, making you roll your eyes back slightly and close your eyes, feeling him slam into you over and over. His pace quickened more and more, a grunt leaving him everytime your skin collided. He closed his own eyes, loud and deep moans spilling out of him. He couldn't control himself at all. He was so focused on this heated moment, anything could slip out at this point.
"Fuck! T-Tom! Oh my god!.." You moaned out, leaning your head back against the pillow.
"Yeah, you like this cock? You like that, you little minx?" Tom spoke in a deep tone, lowering down slightly to speak closer to your ear. "You fucking take it. Take this nice cock like a good little tool."
God, hearing such a degrading name from someone as gentle as him was even more arousing.
"I love it! I love your cock!" You moaned out, nearly starting to yell. He just worked inside your body so well. You couldn't imagine being able to stay quiet if you had to do this with other people around. "Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me up!"
Tom snickered, moving his hips faster and faster. "You loved to be used, don't you?" He asked in a dark purr "That's why you wanted to get my attention. You wanted to be used. You're desperate to be used.."
You couldn't even get coherent words out at this point, just stuck as a complete moaning and whimpering mess as he bucked his hips up into yours over and over again, your skin smacking together roughly. You could already feel that tension in your stomach begin to build up, that queasiness getting stronger and stronger. Before you could even say anything, a loud moan escaped you, your whole body shaking as you climaxed below him, his thrusts helping you ride out such an intense feeling. It vibrated through your whole body for quite a moment, the high dropping momentarily before you'd feel him finish inside you, his grip tightening around your throat as his essence spilled inside you, filling you up nice and warmly.
He tensed up against you, your eyes rolling back a little before he'd finally let go of your throat, making you take a deep breath with soft pants following after. He pulled out, your mixed essences completely coating his length. All that was left of his seed slowly seeped out of you. You could feel it, but felt too embarrassed to look.
Tom looked, though, blushing as you saw him smiling.
"We make such a mess, (Y/N).." He purred, getting a tissue to clean his length before finally laying down next to you. You shivered some, curling up until he'd lay down. He chuckled a bit when he saw how tired you appeared to be, pulling you into his chest to cuddle with you.
"Sounds like I broke you.." Tom smiled. Even during the aftermath, you were panting too much to get even a single word out, making Tom chuckle again. "Darling, get some rest. You deserve it.."
You nuzzled Tom's chest, letting out a shaky whine as you closed your eyes, feeling the soreness in your thighs and lower stomach. He pierced in so deep this time.
You'd definitely feel it in the morning.
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FULL STEAM AHEAD
Heathers inspired.
Gwil x Reader 2.6k!
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She sighed and checked her watch as she waited in the empty auditorium, this was the second day in a row he had blown off rehearsals. Jason, he was far too high and mighty to commit to this part, it didn't matter to him the way it did to her. This was a big break for her, her first lead role and in her favourite musical nonetheless. Getting to play Veronica Sawyer was a dream come true and she did NOT want to screw this up but when JD doesn't show up it makes it harder. She gave a little sigh before grabbing her rucksack, giving up for the day and heading for the back of the stage when steps caught her attention. She got her hopes up and spun round thinking it was Jason but it was Mr Lee, the drama teacher and the man who had given her the part. The pair were close, she was his prized student despite it only being her first year and they shared the same love and passion for musical theatre so of course the phrase getting on like a house on fire was appropriate. "Love what are you doing here and why are you alone? Where is Jason?" he asked with gentle frown. She could only let out a bitter laugh. "Sir no offence but he doesn't give a rats ass about this show and I haven't been able to rehearse properly for a week because he can't be bothered to be on time or show up at all!" She said, throwing her hands up all exasperated.
Gwil frowned. "You really should have told me before, but if you still want to rehearse today I can help you out with some lines, I don't have much going on this afternoon apart from marking and tomorrow I'll speak to Jason we'll have to maybe get his understudy in on this." He sighed gently. She gave a soft smile. He always came to the rescue. "I appreciate this sir but it's just this part means a lot to me and I know there will be scouts watching on closing night and this could be my chance." She said, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of being picked up for her performance. Gwil only smiled and shrugged his back off his shoulder, hopping easily on the stage. "I know what this means to you and we won't let him ruin that now, what scenes were you thinking, we can maybe just do a quick run through and have a go at some of your song?" He suggested and she gave a soft nod. "Sure we can, we should start with the cafeteria scene!" She said excitedly, it was one of her favourite little songs she got to preform as well.
And that was how it started, they ran through scenes, songs, skipped over some of the plot till it got to the party scene and she began to blush, she knew what was coming next. She gently sorted out the speaker, fiddling with them to avoid pressing play. "Uh we can skip this if you want I just don't want to make you uncomfortable sir." She said and Gwil laughed. "Sweetheart call me Gwil please and you know this scene isn't much compared to some of the stuff people do on stage." He said, gently brushing her hand as he pressed play. "Show me what you got." He said and headed to the back of the stage, laying his jacket down, when she started singing he couldn't help but watch from his position, admiring her legs in the short blue skirt.
"The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday, 8am I will be deleted. They'll hunt me down in study hall stuff and mount me on the wall, thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them? I don't have to stay and die like cattle, I could change my name and ride up to Seattle. But I don't own a motorbike. Wait, here's an option that I like. Spend these thirty hours getting freaky!" She strutted to the front of the stage her best drunk ask on, her voice taking over the auditorium as she smirked back at Gwil. He watched as she walked over, a sexiness to her walk. He shouldn't be having such impure thoughts about a student but here he was, sinning after a girl 13 years younger than him. He stood up, bringing himself out his train of thought, pretending to be startled by her presence as she began to sing again. He fully admired the Heatheresque outfit she wore, the short skirt, blue blazer and god not to mention that see through white shirt, that was the part he was having the toughest time keeping his eyes off and oh boy did she notice the almost hungry stare in the mans eyes. "Yeah! I need it hard I'm a dead girl walking! I'm in your yard, I'm a dead girl walking! Before they punch my clock I'm snapping off your window lock Got no time to knock! I'm a dead girl walking..." Her body was close to his now, her breathing a little nervous and ragged as his pretty blue eyes met hers. She really was starting to feel the tension.
"Veronica! What're you doing in my room?" He uttered with that well put on American accent and god if that didn't just turn her on more as she put a gently finger to his lips. "Shh.. Sorry but I really had to wake you. See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you. 'Cause Heather says I gots to go. You're my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth and lose them tighty whiteys!" Her hands not so gently gently travelled down his chest, this is definitely not how this was supposed to go down but from the look on his face he didn't mind. "Come on! Tonight I'm yours, I'm your dead girl walking! Get on all fours!" Her movements were swift as she pushed him to his knees, Gwil's hands instantly coming to grip her thick thighs. "Kiss this dead girl walking! Let's go, you know the drill I'm hot and pissed and on the pill, Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!" Her eye's connected with his during the last lines, a spark of something between them as she knelt down in front of him, cupping his handsome face in her hands. His breath was fanning over her face as he kept eye contact. It was exactly how she imagined it, a small hint of coffee and a little minty. She was so lost that she was almost forgot to keep singing.
"And you know, you know, you know it's 'cause you're beautiful. You say you're numb inside but I can't agree. So the world's unfair. Keep it locked out there. In here it's beautiful. Let's make this beautiful!" Her voice was bold as she sang and Gwil was mesmerised, as JD should be. "That works for me!" He uttered and in a heartbeat his hands were all over her, pulling her thighs up to wrap round his waist, he let his hips roll so sinfully, there was no going back now. What should have been fake making out was the opposite. Gwil kissed her with such force that she let out a small moan and let her finger tightly grip at his soft hair. His grinding didn't cease, if anything it became far more instant as he lair himself back, easily pulling her on top so she was straddling him. She'd watched this a million times but god this was better than any of what she had imagined. She almost didn't want to keep going but Gwil was already unbuttoning her shirt, ready for her to do her big finale. She grudged pulling away but when the last of her buttons were undone she pulled away from his mouth.
"YEAH! Full steam ahead. Take this dead girl walking!" Another roll of his hips. "How'd you find my address?" Another smirk from her. "Let's break the bed! Rock this dead girl walking! " A slam of her palms either side of his head, a lustful look in her eye's. "I think you tore my mattress!" One more particularly hard thrust upwards of his hips. "No sleep tonight for you, Better chug that Mountain Dew!" A soft smirk on her face. "Okay, okay" His obvious fake nervousness coming through, What an actor. "Get your ass in gear, make this whole town disappear!" Her breathing was heavy, he could feel how wet she was under the barely there material of her underwear. "Okay, okay!" He uttered, focused on her entirely. "Slap me, pull my hair." He did as he was told, a light tap to the cheek but a rough tug on her dark hair. "Touch me, there and there and there and no more talking! Love this dead girl walking!" Neither could finish the rest of the song, Gwil had them turned round in seconds flat, their position changing with ease. "God look at you, so fucking turned on huh? Know how hard it was to let you keep going with that and not just push those pretty panties to the side." He almost growled out.
Her heart was hammering in her ears. "Well what the hell are you waiting for?" She challenged, trying not to let her voice falter. God she had thought of this a thousand times, how she'd seduce the pretty older man but now that it was happening she just wanted him to take control and oh boy did he. His blue eye were now almost a stormy grey as he made quick work of the skirt, muttering something about not getting the costume dirty as she was left in just the pretty thong she wore. He let his sinful lips travel from her lips down her body, leaving the darkest and most noticeable marks where people would surely see them and ask about them and something about that just turned her on more, having to lie because she got them from her own professor. When he was pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs he smirked, stopping for a moment earning her attention. Without breaking eye contact he let a hot breath caress over her sex. Earning him an absolutely sinful moan. "Sir please!" She almost begged and he couldn't help but tut. "So needy love, guess you have been a good girl, that little performance deserves a treat." He hummed, making such easy work of her panties.
He felt overdressed, it was a little unfair, having already had his shirt taken off he made very quick work of his pants. She just mewled like a little kitten and pushed her hips up, one hand coming down to touch herself but she soon found her wrist in a tight grip. "Ah, ah, ah babygirl." He scolded. "You don't touch yourself unless I tell you." He growled and even the tone of his voice made her wet. He let go, only after she mumbled out a soft sorry sir and resumed his position between her thighs, leaving small kisses to her pretty clit. Just enough for it to be something but still teasing. The scruff of his beard was leaving the prettiest red marks all over her pale thighs and it only got brighter when he buried his face in with no hesitation. The noises that fell from her mouth were noises Gwil had never had anyone he went down on make. She was positively whining, her back arching off the stage. She was begging, strings of please, Gwil, sir falling from her lips and he was going to loose it. She was going to be the death of the older man. He kept on, his tongue working double time when a word spilled from her lips that made him stop. "D-Daddy!"
It was as if she regretted what she said instantly as she looking down to see Gwil looking up at her with something animistic in his eyes. "Gwil I'm sorry I didn't me-" She was cut off by his large hand wrapping round her throat. "Daddy huh babygirl? Have to say, didn't peg you as that type but here we are." He said adding a little pressure, causing her to let out a gasp. "Daddy is going to take very good care of you love, gonna make you see start princess." He whispered, right in her ear, gently biting at her ear lobe. "If you need me to stop tap my thigh twice okay love?" He asked, his caring side flashing through. She could only nod, too turned on to talk. Gwil grabbed her throat again and let himself get in position, she was already keeping again, trying desperately for anything but it still took her by surprise when he sunk in so easy, like a knife through butter, she was so soaked for him, she;d already made a mess of the jacket he had placed down.
He took his time with the first few thrusts, letting her get used to it but when she fought back a little he decided enough was enough, he had waited long enough. His thrusts got harder, his hand moving from her throat down her body, teasing at every inch he could, avoiding her clit at all costs, he wanted her to come without being touched. Wanted her to make a mess. "Do you have any idea babygirl, how many times I have pictured this? The first day you showed up in my class in that pretty little summer dress, I wanted to take you over my desk right there and then, you would have loved that though wouldn't you? Would have loved everyone watching huh?" He smirked, knowing his words got her going more. "Y-Yes daddy!" She whimpered. "Wanted you so bad too, got off so many times thinking about you, wanted you so bad." She repeated. She was loosing it, with every single thrust he was hitting that spot, she had tears pouring from her eyes, there was no pain just sheer pleasure as he landed a smack to her backside. "You know how jealous I got, seeing all your little boyfriends come and go over the last three years love? Those silly little college boys had no idea how to treat you, give you what you need!" He groaned and punctuated it with a particularly hard thrust. Gwil was totally satisfied as she moaned out so sinfully.
"Only you daddy! Only you c-can! Please let me cum I need it so bad." She whimpered. He smirked and gently tugged on her hair. His thrusts became rougher, 10x more intense, his own moans starting to get out of control as he felt her getting close. "Come on then babygirl, come for daddy, you feel so fucking good round me, so fucking tight." He whined, his hips feeling lazy and a little like jello as the pretty girl beneath him came, a silent 'Gwil' on her lips as she clenched, eyes shut tightly. The sight alone was enough to make Gwil melt and let go, gently leaning down to stifle her soft whines with a kiss. Their breathing eventually came down, Gwil pulled away a little and laughed, gently pushing the soft mess of hair from her face. "Full steam ahead huh?" He smirked, making her roll her eyes. "For real though, that was incredible." He mumbled, a hand tracing soft patterns on her arm. "I know Gwil, trust me, when I told you I've been after you for a while I meant it, everything else was a distraction but that was everything I expected it to be and more." She admitted, looking up with a radiant smile. Gwil gave one right back.
"So shall we make this a regular thing as long as we keep it between us?" He smirked.
"Absolutely."
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Plz be nice, I have had this idea for ages cause I love Heathers and have had this idea for a solid week now so here we are???
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