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guilty-pleasures21 · 2 months

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I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA ABOUT JASON

IMAGINE JASON DATING AN S/O WHO'S ALSO A WEREWOLF OR SMTHN SIMILAR--- I'M THINKING OF BITING RN. BITING JASON. WITH CANINES. OR FANGS. GROWLING WHEN YOU REALISE HE'S BLAMING HIMSELF FOR SMTHN. MORE BITING AND HIM LIKING IT.

(ughh some days i just wanna top that man and see him trying and failing to not be submissive as hell)

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM BTW!!!

~ 🐺anon

Ahh! @🐺anon thank you so much!

Okay, so I'm actually a HUGE vampire nerd (I've never seen/read Twilight, but I have other recommendations if people are interested!) and funnily enough, I only realised when one of my friends pointed out to me my suspiciously extensive knowledge of vampires once back in school. (And I also found out my best friend was secretly OBSESSED with werewolves - she used to read all the Patricia Briggs books and I called her out on it one day? 🤣)

BUT ANYWAY! I really love wolf-coded guys? Like, the fangs and the claws and the pure masculine dominance and need to protect their mate (I FELL IN LOVE WITH MIGUEL BEFORE KNOWING ANY OF THIS ABOUT HIM THOUGH OKAY?!! 🥺).

P.S. I was actually working on a Dick Grayson fanfic loosely based off of Red Riding/Beauty and the Beast once, so ... 😳😅

The monster

Jason's already told you all his secrets. Are you ready to tell him yours?

Warnings: mentions of trauma, descriptions of sex including blowjob (f & m receiving), fisting (m receiving) and penetration (p in v).

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She rang the doorbell, then knocked on his door when he still hadn’t answered.

“Jay!” X yelled through the door. “You know I'm gonna find some other way to come in!”

She waited patiently for a few moments, then finally, he opened the door. “What?!”

X reflected his expression back at him, her eyebrows scrunching together in irritation. “Rude!”

Jason clenched his jaw at her response and tightened his grip on the edge of the door. “Not tonight, X.”

X folded her arms across her chest. “I came all this way and you're just going to turn me away at the door?! At least let me use your bathroom first!”

Jason rolled his eyes and sighed before heading back into his apartment. He left the door open behind him, but didn’t speak a word to her as he trudged back into his bedroom. It must have been really bad then. But was it because of a mission or another nightmare? She shouldn't have left him alone last night, but she'd had no choice! It was the full moon, after all, and her parents would have killed her if she’d missed it.

She took her bag off and set it down on the kitchen island before tiptoeing into Jason's bedroom. He was lying on his side of the bed, even when she wasn't there to take up the empty space beside him, and her heart cracked at the sight. She slid onto her stomach next to him, taking care to keep that bit of distance between them. Then she turned to face him. “You don't have to talk about it, but you don't have to take it out on me.”

Jason sighed, knowing she was right - wanting to believe that she was right. But it was difficult to undo years of damage in just a few months. And even though she always encouraged him about the progress she saw him making, some days, he felt like life hadn't moved at all; like he was still trapped in that abandoned warehouse, waiting for someone to want him enough to come rescue him. He removed his arm from over his face, but continued to avoid her gaze. X watched him quietly, giving him the time he needed. Then finally, he glanced over at her - her thick hair trailing across her pillow, her long limbs sprawled out over his bed. He shuffled closer to her and she turned onto her side so he could snuggle against her, his arm coming around her waist as he buried his face in her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, still waiting patiently.

“How-” He broke off as his voice cracked and took a moment to compose himself. “Why do you love me?” ‘Why do love me? What do you love about me? What in me is worth loving?’. That was what he was really asking her to tell him. She continued to stroke his hair, trying to find the right words to comfort him.

“Hmm,” she contemplated. “You're really sweet, Jay. I know you think that everyone thinks you're this big, bad, tough guy who just hates everything, but you care so much about the things that are important to you.” Jason tightened his grip on her, wanting so badly to believe what she was saying, to believe that he was good, so she continued.

“You always fight so hard to give everyone the opportunity to be good; to give them a choice and teach them all the different reasons they should make the right decision. You put everything into what you believe in, even at the cost of yourself.” She paused to press a kiss to the top of his head and he finally relaxed a little. “You're gentle and attentive and so caring; so deserving of all the love in the entire world and I will fight everyone to give it to you!”

Jason let out a soft snicker at the thought of his tiny little girlfriend beating people up for him. Then he tensed up again. “But … But I've hurt people. I've done bad things.”

Her response was immediate.

“We've all done bad things, Jay - we're only human.” Mostly. “But you've never hurt anyone … You've only hurt those who have hurt hundreds of other people! And in doing that, you've given all those other people a chance at life. At a better life. You basically do what everyone complains about God not doing.”

He pulled back slightly to raise an eyebrow at her in disbelief: had she just compared him to God? X shuffled closer to him and cupped his cheek in her hand, her fingers brushing along the stubble sprinkled around his jaw.

“You serve justice - even if it doesn't look so pretty sometimes,” she added. “Like karma.” Her eyes lit up at the thought.

“Ooh! Should we change your vigilante name to that?” she suggested excitedly. “That's such a cool name: Karma. And you'd have such cool catchphrases too!”

Jason couldn’t stop the smile that creeped across his face at her enthusiasm. He'd revealed his identity to her a few weeks before they'd started dating, secretly thrilled that the cute friend he'd made at the library months ago was already so enamoured with his alter ego. She liked how firm he was, she'd always say; how he wasn't afraid to make sure that everyone got what they deserved. She'd scare Dick and Steph sometimes, with how intense she could be, but he loved it - he loved her. Even though he still hadn't found the courage to say it just yet. He stroked her back gently, delighting in how soft she was. “I'm not changing my name, X.”

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him - like a little puppy. She'd remind him of one sometimes, bouncing around with her infectious enthusiasm, rambling on about something interesting she'd found without stopping taking a breath. He could practically see her wagging her imaginary little tail whenever she got excited. “Then can I do it? Can I become a vigilante like you?”

She held her fists close to her mouth, almost whimpering as she begged him for it - just like a little puppy. Jason ruffled her hair fondly and tugged her a little closer to him. “I don't want you to ever be in danger because of me.”

“Then keep me safe!” she responded quickly, grinning like it was that easy, that simple.

Jason snuck his hand beneath the hem of her shirt and scratched her skin lightly as he studied her. Then he pulled her into his chest and pressed his lips into her hair.

“I'll keep you safe,” he promised her. “I'll keep you safe, sweetheart.” He hesitated after saying it, thinking about it. If he was being honest, he didn't want her to get involved in that part of his life because he never wanted her to see that side of him: to see him for the monster he really was. And maybe it was selfish of him, but … what other choice did he have?

“X …” he began slowly.

“Hmm?” She tilted her head back to look up at him.

“Do you … Do you ever get scared of me?” he asked her quietly. “Do you ever think … I could be a monster?”

He looked so sad as he said it, his voice all soft and terrified. And she wanted to beat up whoever had ever made him feel that way. She frowned.

“Why would I ever get scared of you, Jay? You keep me safe, remember?” Her brows remained creased as she watched him consider her response. Then her heart leapt into her throat as she realised that this was the best opening she was ever going to get. “But Jay … Even if … Even if you thought you were a monster … I'd say that we can be monsters together.” She curled into herself and peeked up at him nervously, then let her eyes glow gold in the dim light of the moon streaming in through the windows.

He did a double take, unsure if he’d just seen what he thought he saw. Had her eyes just … flashed gold?! Or had it just been a reflection of something? “What?”

X bit her lip and sat up, avoiding his gaze.

“What if … What if I told you I was a monster?” she asked him carefully. “Would you still love me then?” Sure, he'd never said it, but she knew that he loved her - how could she not when he was always looking after her and buying her little gifts, planning small surprises for her and showering her with all his affection whenever they were together? But she'd been selfish - she'd fallen in love with the poetic boy with the white streak in his hair from their first conversation in the library and ever since then, she hadn't been able to stomach the thought of ever losing him.

Jason sat up, bewildered. Why was she suddenly acting so strangely?

“Of course!” he assured her firmly. He reached out to cup her cheeks. “Of course I'd …”

“I'd still want you,” he finished lamely. “Even then.”

X turned her face away from his, her stomach roiling with nerves. But she had to tell him - she couldn’t keep lying to him forever. “I'd never hurt you, Jay! You know that, right?”

“Of course I know that,” he assured her, turning her face back to his. “Of course I know you'd never hurt me, princess. But why are you talking like this? What happened?”

X dug her fingers into the mattress, wincing in anticipation of his response.

“I belong to a family that …” Ugh, it was like pulling teeth! Or fangs. Maybe she should just come out and say it. “I can turn into a wolf! Sometimes. But I don't hurt anyone! I'd never hurt anyone, Jay! Especially not you!” She looked up at him with wide eyes, the fear scrawled all over her face, and his breath caught in his throat: he'd never had anyone afraid to lose him. Not him, never him.

“W-What … What are you talking about?” He rubbed his thumb along her cheek, waiting for a better explanation.

X whimpered nervously as she curled into herself. “I can … I can show you?”

A wolf?! She could turn into a wolf?! What the f*ck?! What the hell was he supposed to say to that?! He let his hand fall from her face and shrugged, wanting to put her at ease. “Okay.”

She stood up and went over to the window to pull the curtains open. She took a moment to soak in the moonlight, letting its power wash over her, then she turned back to him, allowing him to see her for who she really was.

Jason’s jaw dropped at the sight of her golden eyes, her elongated canines, her sharp claws. What the actual f*ck?!

“I'm not … I can turn into a full wolf, if I wanted to, but I'd be too big.” She glanced around the room after saying it, imagining her large wolf form trying to squeeze into the space between his bed and his window. Then she lowered her head and waited for his response.

She still seemed the same: still spoke the same, still acted the same, still curled into herself with fear in anticipation of his response in the same way. He narrowed his eyes at her thoughtfully. “How?”

“It runs in my family,” X admitted, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I've been able to do it since I was young.”

“Does it hurt?” Jason asked her. X shook her head quickly, still keeping her distance from him so she wouldn't scare him.

“No!” Jason sat in silence for a moment, thinking. Then he waved her over to him.

“Come here,” he commanded. X walked forward, but then stopped at the foot of the bed, still avoiding his gaze.

She was out of the moonlight now, but she wasn't changing back. “You don't need to be in the moonlight to do that?”

“Only for the first transformation of the night,” she explained. “Then I can do it whenever I want. It only lasts for about twelve hours though. Then I'd need the moonlight again.”

She didn't seem to have a problem speaking around her fangs. Would he have trouble kissing her though? He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and gestured for her to get on his lap. “Come here.”

She curled her fingers around his shoulders nervously and straddled his lap. Jason placed his hands on her waist and took a moment to study her body. She was still as soft as she always was, still as warm. But wait. Was that a tail? His lips twitched as he ran his fingers along her silky fur. “You have a tail?”

“Mmhmm!” She nodded enthusiastically in agreement, but her eyes were still wide with fear. And Jason could help but let out a huff of amusement at the irony of the situation: there he'd been, terrified that she wouldn't accept him once she knew the truth about him, and now here she was, asking him to do the same. He glided the hand that wasn’t stroking her tail up her back and around her waist, checking to see if everything else was still the same. He reached up to cup her cheek in his hand when he was satisfied, then he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. He kissed her slowly, cautiously, taking care to not cut his tongue on her fangs.

He was kissing her! He was really kissing her! But did that mean that he was okay with it? Or was he just testing it out? She pulled back slowly, then squeezed her arms to her chest, avoiding his gaze as she did so. “Are you … Are you okay with it? With me being a monster?”

Her voice was just a whisper as she said it, and she glanced up at him nervously. He tilted her face up to his and smiled. “We can be monsters together.”

X grinned as he repeated her words, and she started kissing him again, her movements a little hungrier, a little less careful this time. She pushed him down onto the bed and Jason chuckled at her eagerness. She looked so cute like this, her tail wagging with joy at his acceptance of her, her lips curled into that happy smile as she looked at him. She bent over to nip at his earlobe and Jason sucked in a breath as she began trailing her teeth down his skin, a delighted growl escaping her throat everytime her fangs pricked his skin. He slid his hands beneath the hem of her shirt and crawled his fingers up her skin cautiously, and she sat up to let him take her shirt off.

Her skin almost seemed to glow beneath the moonlight, and he sucked in a breath at the sight before looking up at her in question. They’d had sex before, of course, but this was … different. This time, they'd expose all of themselves to each other, every ugly piece of them they both thought should be locked away forever. X curled her fingers around the hem of his shirt, taking care to not scratch him with her claws. Then she nodded.

He kept his eyes fixed on her chest as he took her bra off, then he licked his lips hungrily when she was bare before him. She was so f*cking beautiful; more now than she’d ever been before, so completely herself, so utterly unafraid. He turned them over so she was lying beneath him, then slowly slid off her jeans and underwear. Shit, she was hot: her smooth skin, her soft curves, her silky curls. He stood up to take his own clothes off, then knelt down on the floor, settling himself between her legs. He tugged her to him, pulling her knees onto her shoulders, then began pressing soft kisses to the insides of her thighs, his teeth closing around her flesh occasionally to tug on her skin.

She pushed herself to her hands, wanting to look at him, but then he was dragging his tongue up her length and closing his lips around her clit and her head was falling back in pleasure. Jason continued licking and sucking on her like he was trying to make out with her p*ssy and she shuddered as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter.

“Hngrh … J-Jay …” X twisted her claws into the bedsheet, her body trembling as he continued to arouse her.

F*ck, she was cute, the helpless little whimpers that kept escaping from her lips as he continued to eat her out slowly? It drove him crazy. “I guess the transformation doesn't affect your sensitivity, huh, sweetheart?”

He chuckled against her pulsing p*ssy and X let out a surprised yelp as her leg twitched in response. Jason ran his fingers up and down her thighs as he gave a low moan of satisfaction. “Mmm. You gonna come for me, princess? Already?”

He closed his lips around her folds and gently pulled them into his mouth before lazily dribbling his tongue along her length. F*ck, she tasted sweet.

He was so good, so gentle and slow, her Jason, always taking his time to appreciate the taste of her on his tongue. She shuddered as he let out another low moan and started moving her hips against his mouth to get him to go faster. But Jason pulled back instead and chuckled at her impatience. X growled at the sudden absence of his mouth and bared her teeth at him in a snarl. Jason flashed her a smug smirk in response as he stood up and leaned over her.

“You think I'm scared of you, princess?” He asked, gripping her chin tightly and turning her face up to his. “With those cute little puppy dog eyes of yours?” He snickered as she continued to glare at him, then he bent over to press a kiss to her lips.

X loosened her grip on the bed sheets when she felt his tongue brushing across hers. She'd always been a bit of an outcast within her pack: the male wolves would always go for someone bigger, stronger - a mate who would be able to give them many children and help them hunt for and look after the rest of the pack. It wasn't their fault - just a part of their DNA - but it didn't make it hurt any less. She gasped as Jason reached up to cup her breast, his mouth moving to trail along her neck and shoulder instead. But here was a man, big and strong and always ready to defend his pack, worshipping her body like she was some kind of angel he was blessed to be able to lay his hands upon. If only he could see himself in the same way; in the way she saw him. She steeled herself so her voice wouldn't shake when she next spoke. “Jason.”

“Hmm?” he grunted, continuing to trail his lips and hands all over her body. F*ck, she tasted so sweet.

He wasn't listening to her and she was starting to get a little frustrated at the smugness in his voice. So she grabbed him by the waist and flung him onto the bed.

“Whoa!” Jason exclaimed, caught off guard. Then he turned to grin at her. “How'd you do that?!”

X kept her face scrunched into a frown as she climbed on top of him and pinned his wrists against the bed. “It's my wolf strength. Now shut up!”

He stopped talking, but continued to smile at her, amused by how cute she still looked despite her wickedly sharp canines; she looked more like a puppy than a wolf, glaring down at him with her beautiful, round eyes. X huffed in irritation when she saw that he still wasn't taking her seriously.

“Tell me where it hurts, Jay,” she demanded. Jason shut his mouth and raised an eyebrow at her, his lips curling at the ends in teasing. X shoved him into the mattress in warning. “Jason!”

Jason lets out a little snicker. She was so powerful - a full-on wolf when she wanted to be! - and yet, she was still so vulnerable before him.

“What?” he finally relented. “What do you want me to tell you, princess?”

X began to hesitate, her resolve weakening as she contemplated what she wanted to ask of him. “I want … I want you to tell me … all the parts of you that you think aren't worth loving.”

His breath caught in his throat at that and he felt his heart skip a beat. “W-What?”

X let go his wrists and sat back, taking a moment to assess his body. Her fingers trailed over all of his scars and bruises and she repeated herself, her tone more firm this time. “Tell me all the parts of you that you think aren't worth loving.”

Jason swallowed hard, his heart resuming its beats, but much faster this time. He shifted uncomfortably in position, so she curled up on his chest, her big dark eyes looking up at him as she held him down. He clenched and unclenched his fists, then turned away from her, ashamed.

“My mouth.” Something easy, he'd start with something easy. “Someone always gets hurt whenever I open it. I've always been told that I have a big mouth.” X smiled and crawled up over him to trace the curve of his lips with her finger.

“All the better to kiss with,” she joked. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him slowly, pouring all her affection into him. Then she pulled back. “What else?”

Jason's chest started heaving with shallow breaths as the anxiety began to creep in. He was going to do this, he was really going to do this: tear himself open and let her see all the vulnerable bits he tried so hard to hide. “M-My … My hands. All they do is take and take and take.”

X lifted his hand to her mouth and pressed a kiss to his palm. Then she began listing all the things he'd taken from her, stopping to nip each of his fingers in between.

“They take my sadness. They take my pain. They take my loneliness. They take my tears. They take my hunger.” She placed his hand on her waist when she was done, then she took hold of his other one to do the same. “They take my sorrow. They take my fear. They take my nightmares. They take my ignorance. They take my insecurities.”

She placed his hand on the other side of her waist and continued. “What else?”

Jason swallowed hard, the pressure beginning to build up behind his eyes as he digested her words. How could she do that? How could she take all of his self-loathing, all of his hurt and his pain … and turn it into something so beautiful?

“My shoulders,” he choked out helplessly. “They're not strong enough to carry the weight of … of his expectations.” She lowered herself back on top of him and rubbed his shoulder gently, knowing exactly who he was talking about. She scratched his skin lightly with her claw, leaving a faint red line, then she smiled down at him, her eyes glowing in the dark again as she did so.

“They carry mine perfectly fine.” She bent over and sank her fangs into his shoulder, just enough to draw a surprised hiss out of him, but not enough to hurt him - he'd already had enough pain to last a lifetime. Longer, even. She bit him softly, then pulled back and began reciting all the expectations he'd taught her she was allowed to have of someone. “Brave.”

X moved her mouth higher up his shoulder and nipped at his brawny muscle again.

“Sweet.” Nip. “Patient.” She moved to his other shoulder when she ran out of space.

“Thoughtful. Attentive. Generous.” She sat up again and fixed him with a challenging look. “Is there anything else?”

Jason tightened his grip on her waist and, this time, his voice cracked with pain when he spoke. “I'm broken. I'm so broken, X.”

X gave him a soft smile and traced one of the scars on his shoulder.

“You're not broken, Jace. You're all stitched up! Here.” She brushed her fingers down his scar, then moved on to another. “And here.”

She repeated the phrase, her fingers sliding along his skin, her claws outlining each of his hideous scars. Then when she was done, she bent over and nipped at each of them, her fangs pricking his skin delightfully. She took hold of his cock when she reached his abdomen, curling her fingers around it and moving it aside. But then she began stroking him gently, her thumb rubbing across his slit as she dragged her fangs along the inside of his thighs.

“X …” Jason breathed, clutching onto the bed sheets as his arousal began to intensify. X raised her head to grin at him, her tail wagging happily behind her. Jason pushed himself up to his elbows, glancing down at his body to see what she'd done, and his heart squeezed in his chest. Where before he'd had scars, now he was showered with little bite marks, the imprint of her fangs scattered across his body as she'd claimed him as her own. X sat up, her fingers still stroking his cock carefully, and smiled down at his body.

“They're not scars anymore, Jay,” she told him, brushing her fingers across his rough skin tenderly. “They're all the places I've marked you.”

She looked up at him, eyes glinting gold with mischief and glee. “You don't belong to Death anymore, Jason Todd - you belong to me.”

Jason reached up to cup her cheek and pull her closer to him so he could start kissing her. He kissed her hard, aggressive, licking into her mouth thirstily like she was the only thing that could soothe the aching emptiness inside of him. X giggled as she kissed him back, then she yelped in surprise when he pushed her down onto the bed beneath him. She gasped and twisted her fingers in his hair as he began pressing his lips and teeth all over her body, marking her like she'd marked him.

“I belong to you,” Jason recited feverishly, like the words were a prayer on his lips. “I'm yours. All yours, baby. All yours, X.” He squeezed her breast in his hand, then growled and nipped at the other before dragging his tongue across her nipple. X whimpered and curled her toes as her legs twitched with arousal. Then she let out a helpless moan when Jason sucked hard on her breast before releasing her with a wet ‘pop’.

“You like that?” he teased her, making his way down her abdomen, nibbling on her soft skin and leaving small bruises all over her body. “You like it when I mark you like this, princess? When I …” He trailed off as he reached her centre, her sweet little p*ssy all blushing and dripping just for him. He growled again at the sight, then pushed his mouth into her folds and groaned at the taste of her before drinking her up.

“You're all mine,” he declared. “You're all mine, X, all mine, princess.”

She whimpered and moaned again as her walls began to throb with arousal, the intensity of it causing her body to contract hard. “J-Jason!”

“F*ck,” he breathed. He flipped her over and started licking her up from behind, his fingers digging into her ass to spread her apart as he dragged his tongue along her length. X twisted her fingers into the bedsheets, her claws ripping the soft fabric as she did so.

“Jay!” she squealed helplessly. Jason bit down on her ass, his teeth sinking into her skin delightfully, then he held her tail down so he could start making his way up her body.

“You're so perfect,” he murmured, his words slurred with desire. “So perfect, baby. So pretty, so f*cking pretty.”

She shuddered as he trailed his lips up her spine, her entire body so sensitive from how badly he'd stimulated her already. Then finally, he reached her neck and she found the strength to push herself up to shrug him off of her. He rolled over onto his back and she pounced on him quickly before he could get up.

He looked up at her, his eyes glazed over with lust, a dazed expression on his rugged features. He was so handsome when he was confused, when he was completely at her mercy like this.

“W-What?” he stammered out, puzzled. X placed her hands on his shoulders, then dragged them down his chest, her claws leaving a faint trail of pink down his torso. Jason sucked in a breath at the pleasant sting of it, then she turned around on top of him and settled her p*ssy over his mouth. Her tail flicked playfully at his nose as she took hold of his cock and began licking the insides of his thighs and he grabbed onto her ass instinctively, digging his fingers into her skin.

“F*ck!” He tried to continue eating her out again, to suck on her and lick her up and please her, but he was just too distracted by the feeling of her fingers teasing his tip to do anything besides pressing soft kisses along her length.

X fisted his cock as he suckled on her clit, her body giving a hard contraction that had her curling her back involuntarily. “Hngrh …”

She pushed her hips against his mouth and Jason let out a satisfied groan at the feeling. He started lapping at her folds, picking up the pace of his movements, and she whined.

“J-Jay … Stop …” He didn't listen, so she started running her tail across his face, stroking his cheeks and tickling him softly. Finally, he released her, his head falling back onto the mattress against his own will.

“F*ck!” he exclaimed. X continued to run her tail across his neck and shoulders as she began licking his cock, her silky fur brushing against his skin teasingly. Jason held his breath, overwhelmed by the feeling of her all over him; her tail around his neck, her c*m leaking onto his chest, her breasts pressing into his abdomen. He bucked his hips as she lowered her mouth onto his cock, pushing it deeper in so that his tip hit the back of her throat. X growled at the feeling and he muttered another curse when he felt the vibrations racing down his length to his core. X trailed her tongue up his length, tracing the veins in his shaft. Then she shook her head like he was a toy she was playing with and his hips lifted off the bed again as his dick slapped against the insides of her cheeks.

“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!” Jason swore, his brain turning completely numb with pleasure. “X … Stop … Princess, I want …” She refused to listen to him, happily sucking on his cock as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. He groaned and pulled her back, settling her hips back over his face. X yelped in surprise, then flopped over him and started whining again when he shoved his tongue straight into her hole.

“J-Jay!” He groaned against her and she shivered as his low voice sank into her skin and danced along her bones. Then she ripped herself away from him and turned around so that their centres were perfectly aligned. The both of them paused for a second, chests panting with shallow breaths as they took each other in. Then Jason took hold of himself and tugged her down onto him. She sucked in a breath when she felt all of him filling up all of her, then she threw her head back with pleasure and started riding him.

“H-Hold … Hold on, princess …” Jason's voice shook as he bounced against the bed with the force of her movements. But he eventually managed to push himself up and grabbed her by the waist to lift her up slightly. She growled and snapped at him with her fangs, but he just chuckled and held her in position.

“Calm down, princess,” he reassured her lazily. “Just tryna get comfortable.” He shuffled up the mattress to lean back against the headboard, then loosened his hold on her, to allow her to continue.

X began rolling her hips against him again, her movements hard and fast. Shit! He felt so good! His thick cock stuffing her completely, his swollen tip hitting that one spot that had her entire body relaxing with pleasure. She could feel a howl starting to build up deep inside of her, a call to her mate, a warning to mark her territory. But there were still some parts of her she was too ashamed to share with him, so she did her best to swallow it back down.

She kept whining and whimpering, like she was trying hard to silence herself. But he didn't want her to silence herself - he wanted her to let him in, to feel safe enough with him to let him see all of her. “What's wrong … princess?”

“H-H-Hooowl …” X winced as the urge continued to press against her throat.

“Y-You … You wanna howl?” Jason asked, another wave of desire hitting him as she made her eyes all round and sweet.

She nodded eagerly, her features still scrunched up in embarrassment. Jason tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You can howl if you want, princess.”

His voice was low and gravelly as he said it and she found herself unable to hold back anymore. She pushed him against the headboard and finally let out a shy and adorable little howl.

“F*ck.” How the f*ck was she so cute?! Jason buried his face in her breasts and glided his hands along her sides and up her back. He tugged on her nipple with his teeth then circled it with his tongue before sucking on her. X whined at the sensation and let out another soft howl as she continued to bounce on his cock. “Shit.”

Jason released her breast and his head fell back against the headboard as she slammed him against it again. X yipped happily when she saw the dazed look on his face, then she curled herself around him to nip at his ear. Jason winced and tightened his grip on her before letting out another curse. “F*ck!”

X giggled against his neck and slowed down a little, rolling her hips slower, but harder, against him. God, he felt good, thick and warm and filling her up so very nicely. She gripped onto his hair as her body shuddered, her p*ssy pulsing around him desperately as she came for him.

“F*ck.” Jason kept his arms around her as his entire body tightened, and then he was coming too, his c*m shooting into her cervix and coating her walls with his seed. X slumped over against him, her entire body relaxing at the feeling of his warm semen inside of her. Then she closed her eyes and took a moment to listen to his heartbeat, the steady sound of it soothing her. They stayed like that for a while, the both of them holding each other in silence. Then finally, “I love you.”

It was so soft that she almost didn't hear it at first. She transformed her ears and angled them towards him in question. Did he … Had he really said it? After months of her being the only one who would? Jason let out a small laugh, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head before repeating himself. “I love you, X.”

X sat up to grin at him, her tail wagging furiously behind her. “I love you too, Jay.”

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ok i REAAAAAALLY need to make a dedicated sideblog for this shit now i realize bc this game is gonna fucking fully get me dragged into this discourse so i'm gonna make an active effort to stop putting these on main, but i can't see myself saying more beyond this in general but ANYWAAAAYS

so i recently made this post about the cognitive dissonance regarding this game and people using fucking CALL OF DUTY a game that is more or less a recruitment drive to make the US military look cool and try to get kids to join up and that GTA's wanted system is actually NOT rewarding you or something to try to play a dick measuring contest with coffin but this interaction really interested me and i wanna talk about it bc i just blocked them after they refused to answer the last question but this is a very specific kind of gaslighting tactic i'm very familiar with from my own days as an anti

i think p much all of us who are used to engaging with this discourse are used to like y'know, being called awful horrible disgusting things. this is not the first time some fucking weird random person came onto my content asking me if i was a kid didler or wanted to fuck my brother. ain't gonna be anywhere near the last time either folks, but i and Lord God knows that's not the case so i don't care what a rando on the internet says but here's the thing: you can't "win" this, but they want to win it. no matter what you say you are the absolute worst kind of dreg of society that should be shot behind a barn and no amount of anything would work. if i actually pulled a list of sourced all that would have happened was they would've doubled down on calling me an inc*s*ious p*d* that I would be willing to use articles probably written by "people like me." because YOU don't care about "winning" this argument, you just wanna get the facts out on your end. it's a catch-22 folks, nothing you say will get you out of it!

i started by calling them a karen, they immediately escalated the living FUCK out of it and tried to trap me in this catch-22 to keep feeling morally superior to me. me saying i don't have such desires and never will isn't enough because i like this game. nothing but me renouncing it will change it.

but here's the thing about antis- they fucking HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE it when you turn it on them. look at the difference. look at the difference between they were the one throwing the catch-22 at me vs. the other way around. what about you? you just came onto my post to harass me, so i'll say it back. how about you? are you just accusing me of these horrible things because you are projecting your thoughts on me? you told me to get a therapist: so maybe you're the one that needs help if so!

violent video games must encourage violence, riiiiight? and you support it because it's violent. Game of Thrones had in*e*t in it so everyone who likes it also is the same. and Demon Slayer, where the pfp is from is violent, so you support it. the main protag's little sister also gets a superpowered form where she gets physically older and a tits out kinda look. so clearly YOU want to see your sister in the same way, right?

and it went as expected. you can see the tone going from smug jerking off with a shit-eating grin to just annoyed while smelling their own farts like it's a rose. and the moment i started doing the same uh i got NO fucking answers and they stormed off. i waited half an hour for a response before blocking them

so why am i typing up this walltext? because i used to be an anti. i fucking guarantee you i would've called everyone who liked this game [insert horrible things] like 7-9 years ago. so let me tell you, you know what pisses off antis more than anything? more than ANYTHING? turning this catch-22 bullshit on them. this is the only way you can end this miserable conversation without blocking them.

it's all one-sided bullshit and the moment you turn it on an anti it IMMEDIATLY shuts it down. this fucker KNEW the answer and you know it. so i wanted to share that, if you ever struggle with this shit: well the best thing you can do is block them and to give a fuck about winning their imaginary argument, but this is the only way to make the headache end otherwise. just throw the catch-22 right back and that's the end. thanks for reading!

#starposts #the coffin of andy and leyley #coffin of andy and leyley #proship #comship #long post #anti anti #discourse cw #ok i REALLY do want this shit off my main blog though i'm gonna start using a sideblog probably

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winslowat3am · 1 year

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You prob won’t see this but hi! I follow you and your beautiful wife bc of your love for black women and life tips! I wanna share a story that happened yesterday where I was harassed in a gas station by an aggressive black male security guard and get nonblack poc feedback bc I no longer feel safe around black men and just curious to what advice or thoughts you have.

Last night I walked inside a pilot gas station to use the restroom where I wore a yellow camo track suit with the hood up bc I was cold. The security told me to take my hood down even tho there was no policy where I could see and followed me to the restroom door and called me out my name (I heard him thru the door), after I finished in the restroom I went to confront him at the register he was hiding behind where we got into a heated verbal exchange , I cussed him out amd I hurt his ego evidently bc he felt the need to follow me outside to escalate it but I outtalked him and got in my car. I never took my hood down. I went back in the gas station with a girlfriend for water after informing her of what happened where he then tried to make me remove my hood again and tried to encourage the women at the registers to refuse me service bc I wouldn’t remove my hood, we got into it again. He was aggressive, approached me slamming his hand on the counter, got loud, and sensitive bc I got the best of him twice verbally and in the end I still got the water and never took my hood down; the nice white lady at the register took my money from my friend who paid for it, the black woman at the register was a m@mmy. He nitpicked my outfit and physical appearance but ppl passing thru wore hoods and had pants hanging off their asses, tummy shirts, brought dogs in the store, but was never harassed like I was. I don’t have a problem following a policy but I won’t follow a policy when it’s enforced on me but no one else. So I called the police and they told me to file a complaint with corporate and see what I can do about it so I will be calling them in the morning. Did I mention the security tried to get me banned for trespassing just bc i didn’t back down and verbally whooped him?? LOLL!!! I’ll be carrying a switchblade from now on and learning to shoot a gun real soon!

Read my tags. I'm assuming you're a bw? It doesn't take all the hoodrat buffoonery Glocktavious displayed to ask someone to remove their hood. Talk to a lawyer, they'll help you go about prosecuting Dustavious the right way. So unprofessional. I hope this isn't a late response, I don't really check Tumblr lately or read every ask but yours grabbed my attention. You did the right thing! Always stand up for yourself. You're a savage for checking his ass. Never be afraid of a man, & keep a weapon on you. 👏👏👏👏Insecure, pussy "men" pick fights with women, they think being aggressive & loud intimidates you & they never prepare for a strong retort that shuts their shit down. My completely honest & straightforward unfiltered pov: We need to address the fact that the bullying of bw is a problematic behavior that is perpetuated by bm primarily (not all, but atp it's so common it might as well be). You'd be better off opening up your dating options to men outside of your race, tbh. (Be very selective & careful when itrl dating). Non-bm build their communities & protect their women. [Redacted] That's why I don't understand why some ww leave wm, who have privilege & power, for bm, who 9/10 don't have anything to offer except dick, kids & struggle love. Even when bm manage to have success it doesn't change their crusty ass mentality. I recently learned that a bw is killed by a bm every six hours. [Redacted] Bm are the only race of men who publicly bash, degrade & bully their race of women while praising, fetishizing & worshipping non-bw. But you can't expect men who hate themselves to love or value you. I see the bs bw have to deal with daily & it saddens me. I feel like they target bw cause they think it'll make them men & acceptable in the eyes of wm, it's embarrassing. [Redacted] I can't imagine treating my baby like that. [Redacted] I'll never post or reblog a "this is a safe space for everyone" post. It's not. I don't post for them. I don't want racists/colorists in my space where bw & woc tell me that they feel safe, seen & protected. I gatekeep my blog so that you're safe expressing your feelings here. I thought it was obvious since I never acknowledge bm but it needs to be said. I 100% agree with the bw advising bw to choose higher quality men. You should watch Cynthia G & Paris Milan on YouTube & other black women who cover domestic & racial topics, it's very educational & insightful, they offer a lot of perspective & I agree with so many points they make. [Redacted] The best advice I can give you is to run & never look back. Good luck. ❤️

#you can sue him personally for discrimination & verbal harassment & file a complaint with corporate #If you're banned from the store then you can have the cops get his information & press charges #once corporate finds out about the incident he'll more than likely lose his job #Make sure to stress that he intentionally embarrassed you by making a scene followed you to the bathroom & outside of the store in attempt #to escalate the situation he was highly aggressive & approached you & that you felt scared for your safety which caused emotional distress #those are super important details & ultimately where he fucked up #& if you're able to write down the date/time this occurred & have the camera footage obtained by police & your friends as witnesses #it'll help your case #The moment someone loses their cool & lowers themself even lower than they already are you already won #As you go through life the more jackasses you'll encounter & you'll become so immune that shit won't even anger you the way it used to #Speaking from experience #I don't see him living long cause losers who fuck with people & think being loud & ghetto gives them an upper hand never live a long life #toxic masculinity is a fear of strong women masked by a fraudulent superiority complex #he's corny asf if the only thing he could think to call you was ugly like what guy doesn't automatically run to that as an insult?#They even use it when they get rejected it's always that or 'bitch' cause they're sooo original #they're tiring #long post #ask

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spitdrunken · 2 years

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OKAY IDEA FOR BLANKSHIPPING X READER BC YOUR BLOG AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME

At first the twins aren’t actually involved at all with each other but they both end up getting involved with the reader, one thing leads to another and the first time they’re getting intimate, it’s mainly just them both being focused on the reader until they realise they both like seeing each other like this, all flushed and worked up. Ingo noticing how good his brother looks with desperation in his eyes. Emmet wondering how Ingo’s rough hands would feel against his skin. Both trying way too hard not to delve into those thoughts. I feel like the reader would notice before they do how they sneak quick little glances at the others body, how they seem to get even more red everytime they do. Until they’re just like “ you don’t have to but i kind of wanna see y’all do some stuff with each other 😳” maybe they ask them if they could kiss each other, just to see what it looks like. Of course they’re a bit curious to see the brother’s reactions. They’re hesitant and still on the fence about it but they both tell themselves that it’s just for the reader, it doesn’t mean anything right? After a few awkward pecks and build up, these guys are just at each other like animals. Emmet whimpering and grabbing at his twin’s hair while Ingo is practically tongue fucking him in his mouth, melting into each other just like anybody else would. Of course they’ll apologise for “ forgetting about you” but the show they were putting on was definitely worth it. The reader will definitely encourage them to keep doing more even while they’re occupied with them.

ANYWAYS THAT’S ALL HAHA

notes: blankshipping, incest

YOU GET IT!!!!!!! honestly this is what i'm always thinking about when reading a 'normal' sbms x reader threesome LMAO

I love the idea of them just having these kinds of fantasies as long as they can remember, but they're just in complete denial about it / don't bring it up because they're terrified of ruining their relationship with the other! It's just something they indulge in, within the safety of their own mind- They can always read each other perfectly, except for this one thing! It's honestly a little ridiculous. But it makes perfect sense to them that they would fall for the same person- You. They'v e always shared everything else, after all!

Ingo is just so loud that his moans are impossible to ignore. Emmet is swallowing away drool whenever he keens or cries out, trying to ignore the fact his dick twitches every time. He can look away, but he can’t block his ears off! Meanwhile, Ingo feels like the biggest pervert alive, taking advantage of his little brother with his eyes alone...! Emmet’s bucking his hips into your mouth, face flushed, mouth hanging open, still smiling but relaxed, and his tongue- He looks away, folding his hands over his lap. He doesn’t want to think about any of this too hard. They’ve both ignored this all their lives!! They can go on a little longer!!

Well... Until you, a third party, decide to take pity on them, of course!

You think it’s a bad idea to ask them both at the same time, they might say no despite their feelings! You ask them privately, ask them if they’d like to try something like kissing (while assuring them that it’s fine if they don’t! you’ll never bring it up again!!) and their responses are very telling.

Ingo goes stiff as a board, cheeks flushing a deep red (and he doesn’t have his hat to hide it with!) and he starts sputtering. “Well, that’s certainly- Um, I wouldn’t have expected-- You’re not- You’re not joking, are you? If so-” You shake your head.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this. I’m being serious. Like I said, I just.... I just thought I noticed something there? I already asked Emmet.” Ingo perks up at this, blinking. Anyone who says he’s hard to read is a liar. “He said yes.”

Ingo clears his throat, wringing his hands together and avoiding your eyes. “In that case... I agree as well.”

Your interaction with Emmet is shorter. Compared to his brother,

Emmet flushes as well, smile growing strained and eyes slightly wider. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. Usually, he stares right at you, but he’s averted his gaze now. He likes to repeat the same kind of sentences in the same structures, but he has no prepared sentences for a situation such as this.

You don’t let the awkward silence too long. “I already discussed this with Ingo.” Emmet makes a little noise in the back of his throat, looking back at you. “He said he’d like to.” His blush becomes impossible deeper, but then he’s nodding.

Once the full depth of the situation seems to hit him, he dissolves into giggles, leans forward and gives you a big kiss right on the lips! “Thank you sooooo much. You were right. About the feelings.”

Years of forced down affection come bubbling up through that kiss! You’re just trying not to drool when they start pawing at each other through their clothes. You don’t make a single noise, too afraid of snapping them out of whatever haze has settled over them. They’re rutting at each other and don’t even manage to get their clothes off before one of them is cumming in their pants!! Emmet is already leaving hickeys all over Ingo’s neck, though.

I think it’s soooo funny if Ingo is like “My sincerest apologies about leaving you out... What can I do to make it up to you? Anything is fine, my dear, I promise.”

You smile. “Let me watch again.” LMAO

#blankshipping #cha.ingo #cha.emmet #cw.incest

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fleetsonourgecentral · 2 years

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hiii fun fact i read all ur fics in one night and am now obsessed even tho i’ve never touched a sonic comic in my life. if ur taking requests (or even if u just wanna list headcanons or smth) i have been yearning to know…how do sonic and scourge get together? no pressure to answer lol i just think theyre neat and u write them so well :]

Aaaaaa thank you I'm glad you like my fics so much!!

Man oh man how they get together is a tricky one cause there's always so many possibilities and I can never commit to just one... like does it happen during a mission? At the freedom fighters' hq? Completely alone in a forest or just a room away from Sonic's friends? Is it an instant moment where Scourge just blurts out "hey wanna date" or do they ease into it without even knowing? Have they been flirting for a while or were both of them too distracted to notice their feelings for one another until that very moment? So many possibilities and I love them all

Whatever happens, Scourge is definitely the one who asks Sonic out (or at least clarifies their relationship) bc he's the one with relationship experience, and they probably don't talk about it too much. No big confessions of love bc Sonic doesn't know how tf emotions work and Scourge would never drop the L word before even starting a relationship but he also thinks saying "hey I really like you" is embarrassing. The "I love yous" would have to wait until they're comfortable in their relationship

I like to think they've both been aware of their feelings for a while (as are the rest of the freedom fighters bc they're not fucking subtle) and Scourge (once he gets over the fact that yes, he does like Sonic) at least has been flirting before they get together, but I'm open to other interpretations

My favourite scenario atm is that it just kinda... happens. No plan, the opportunity just presents itself and they take it. They're dicking around, probably play fighting, somewhere in the woods bc they got kicked out by Sonic's friends for being too damn disruptive. They're poking fun at each other and wrestling with each other and then there's a moment of stillness where they're so, so close to each other. Within kissing distance kinda close. And each expects the other to take advantage of their distraction to pull some dirty move to get the upper hand but neither of them do. They both realise oh fuck, I really wanna kiss him, and when Scourge unconsciously leans in he half expects Sonic to pull away bc he's an emotionally stunted bastard, but by some miracle, he doesn't. And hey, that's an encouraging sign, right?

If asked both will claim they initiated the kiss. No one ever actually finds out who actually initiated, and honestly neither of them can remember properly cause they were a lil busy. It's a short kiss, but that doesn't matter. And Scourge, who has known about his feelings for a while now and has been tentatively flirting with Sonic but unsure if Sonic was actually flirting back or just thought they were bantering, finally asks him out

("Wanna go out with me?"

"Do you really think I'd snog someone I don't wanna go out with"

"Don't say snog you asshole you've ruined the fucking mood")

It's not the most romantic response, and makes all of their "how we got together" stories in the future really anticlimactic after such a good build up bc Scourge will never let anyone forget that Sonic lowkey ruined the mood, but it gets the job done, and they're not super romantic anyway so neither of them mind

#sonic the hedgehog #scourge the hedgehog #fleetway sonic #stc sonic #fleet!sonourge #asks #headcanon #my main problem with ships is ALWAYS that i never have a solid idea on how they get together #bc there's so many possibilities! so many scenarios! so many different ways it could play out depending on the circumstances #infinite options and I'm supposed to choose just one? absolutely not I'm a brat and i want them all #and god there's so many options for these two #another one of my favourites is like scourge finally says something really smart or helpful for a mission and just #sonic: scourge i could kiss you #scourge who's been flirting for a month straight with 'haha and then what': so why don't you #and sonic just bluescreens #(haha geddit)#anyways. this isn't like hands down definitely how they get together #but it's certainly a Possibility #i just can't commit to one scenario bc i like to keep my options open #sorry this isn't a fic i just couldn't think of how to write/include one in my answer #especially since i just said i don't have a concrete idea on exactly how it happens #couldn't go 'idk here's some possibilities? and now here's a fic lol'#okay i guess i COULD'VE done that but this way felt better #I'd probably have to actually write a fic to get a more solid idea on how #buuuuut it would require build up and i can't write long fics lmao so. question marks and a million different scenarios it is

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Unhealthy love - Patri (yandere/lemon)

"Your a monster."

She tells him one night as they laid in bed facing each other and tears fell from her face. The moonlight shining under them as he felt anger rise from him. "How can she think this? I saved her! I favored her!"

"Humans are greedy creatures, it's not safe for you. Who are the people who locked you up in a cage and used you for their little games?! Who is it?! Tell me!" Patri sneered as she whined in pain because of how he was gripping her arm tightly that it left red mark on her delicate skin.

"The humans did."

He smirked in confidence because of how naive she was. (Your Name) wouldn't know but he used all the humans besides her and only her aside from William that he cared and favored for.

"You can't tell how genuine I am to you?" He soothes her after scolding his reasoning into her head.

"You can be this genuine to everyone else too." She argues softly as he wiped her tears away and wrapped his hand around her neck gritting his teeth.

"If you say something like that again I'll punish you." He says applied pressure as she pulled his hand away gasping for air and he laughed hysterically before letting go and she crawled away from him scared that he would hurt her again.

Patri watched her cry in the corner of the bed and realized what he did before pulling her into his lap.

He shushes her quietly and whispers loving words into her ear.

"I'm sorry (Your Name) I would never hurt you. I just got angry. You have to see my side of the story also. I lost everything." Patri sounded devastated and he truly was a broken man that needed healing.

She looks up to him with diamond eyes and Patri felt like he could drown into them.

Removing some hair from (Your Name) face he kissed her on the lips as she trembled under his touch. Patri held her tighter and rubbed her back, kissing with more need he laid her under him softly.

"I'll kill anyone who gets in our way (Your Name) it's going to be me and you always." He says his face by her neck. She doesn't move as he looks back at her and lays his head on her chest using it as a pillow before falling asleep.

As he fell asleep (Your Name) cried in the dark because she felt trapped again. Patri had freed her but yet she couldn't escape him.

She would be lying if she did say she didn't love him but when he got crazy she felt scared. His mind was unhealthy eaten by anger and revenge.

She wanted to see a much kinder side of him as all the other elves praise. She knew his little secret, he was insecure about himself.

They laid in bed every night and he would rambled that was in his mind and she would sit and quietly listen.

Once he was deep asleep she got out of bed and grabbed a few clothes and made a run for it. She had to tell Clover Kingdom what his plan was and she could potentially save a few life's.

She knew the night duty and everyone schedule from the back of her head.

Walking down the hall she saw a few elves asleep as she sighed in relief and made it towards the exit.

Looking back to make sure no one was behind her she took a run for it into the Forrest. With very little money on her she could hitch a ride to get to Clover Kingdom safely.

Taking a few steps of freedom a pair of similar hands covered her mouth and held her locked with his other arm wrapped around her neck. His sinister smile was placed on his face as he dragged her back.

"That's not very nice, escaping after all the love and need I give you. Why can't you just accept the their fate!" Patri yells and throws her roughy in the room locking it from behind.

Grabbing her hair Patri made her look at him. "Look at me!"

She whimpers and stares at him with fear as he chuckles and throws her down. "Tell me (Your Name) what should your punishment be?" He waits patiently as she laid on the cold floor breathing hard.

"Should I lock you up here with no sunlight? Should I make you watch me kill a few more worthless humans? Should I not pleasure you no more?" He asks innocently tilting his head walking towards her limp body. "Tell me (Your Name). Tell me!" He angrily says yanking her up from the floor.

"Stop!" She yelled back at him struggling to get off his grip but he smiles and throws her on the bed.

"Now you wanna resist me? Well to bad you can't even protect yourself if you tried to leave me! You only have me!" He flips her on her stomach and harshly pulls down her shorts giving her ass a hard smack as she yelled in pain. "You've been a bad girl (Your Name)." He says and gives the other cheek a loud smack.

Whimpering she clutches the sheets and closes her eyes. "Answer me!" He yells and hits her again as she arches her back a bit and he smirks.

"I've been a bad girl. Please punish me." She gives in gasping as he softly kisses the red spots on her ass before giving it a hard bite. She hid her face ashamed of herself, ashamed she let Patri do these things with her.

"Turn around baby." He whispers as she lays on her back covering her face from him.

He frowns and gently removes her hands away her face. "Let me see you. You're beautiful." He praises and leaves pepper kisses all around.

She felt a sense of relief when Patri was nice and kind towards her. He wasn't always yelling and threatening her but ever since his goal to eliminating the humans drew near he became more aggressive and easily irritated.

"Let me ease your pain." He whispers sucking on her ear and caressing her thighs towards her swollen ass.

"Please don't." She says turning away from him hugging herself. "I wanna be alone right now."

Patri pulls her back and lowers himself kissing her thighs and giving it a light suck as she suppressed her moans and forcefully tried to close her legs but he held a tight grip on them. "Patri, I don't want this!" She pleas as he smirks and blew on her sensitive flower.

Pushing one finger in she looked away from him and he sucked on his finger. "You taste devine (Your Name)."

"Patri I said no-"

Gripping her thighs apart he laid the flat of his tongue on her pussy swirling it in slow circles watching her suppress her moans.

She closed her eyes because she was afraid if she looked at him eat her cunt out she was going to surrender to his touch.

"Baby look at me." He says and she still refused. A hard hand slapped her as he grabbed her face saying "You'll watch me eat your pretty pussy out or else I'm fucking you dry later."

Patri smiled in satisfaction as she only nodded her head in fear before working his way back.

He looks back up at her as she gasp when he started to lick her clit in a more faster pace.

Moaning and grabbing his hair lightly she started to bulk her hips up getting more needy. "Does it feel good baby girl?" He asks sucking on her clit as she moaned in response wanting him to move faster. Her thighs trembling from the pleasure he was giving her.

"More! I need more." She begged as he hummed on her clit entering two fingers and curling them.

Patri was painfully getting hard as he groaned. "Damn you taste so good." He says removing his fingers and fucking with his tongue as she gasps and whimpers.

"Don't stop." She demands as he moves his head in rhythm of her hips. Her eyes closed now and mouth open she was going to cum any moment now.

Giving her pussy a few more strokes with his tongue and swirling it around, her legs trembled as she came in his mouth and he rode her orgasm till she was shaking and begging him to remove himself from her.

"You were a good girl." He praised kissing her passionately as she groaned into his mouth holding onto him being more needy.

(Your Name) could feel his erection hit her stomach as they kissed and she asks for permission to ease his pain.

"Only if you want to baby. I won't force you tonight."

Getting on her knees and releasing it she nods her head as he removes some hair off her face.

Patri watches as she strokes his length and lick her lips before gliding her tongue from the bottom to the top of his tip and he hisses.

(Your Name) teased him a bit as she lightly licks around his tip and kisses the top before he got needy and thrusted his hip a bit and she took his whole length into her mouth that she could fit.

"Fuck (Your Name)." He shutters as she looks up to him with innocent eyes. She hollowed her cheeks bobbing her head and moans while doing so.

Her moans vibrating off as he tilted his head back and started to lightly thrust in her mouth.

"Mmm." She says and fastened the pace a bit.

"You like this huh? Sucking my dick you little whore. My whore." He says gripping her head and thrusting into her throated. She looks up to him pleading as saliva came out of her mouth. Gagging a bit she released her head and gasp for air before returning to his dick and stroking the parts she couldn't fit.

Twirling around his tip he groaned. "Fuck I'm so close baby." Patri encourages her as she goes back to hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head till he released his seeds in her mouth as she swallowed.

After they both came down from a high he picked her up as they laid in bed.

"You know your the only one for me." He says to her as she laid her head on his chest.

"I know." She softly says exhausted from this very night.

"You can't leave me. I won't let you.... I love you."

"I love you too." She says accepting the fact that Patri was the one for her, the one that would protect and love her to the end of time.

(Author note: I don't ever write smut omg this so new to me)

#black clover #black clover oneshots #black clover x reader #black clover imagine #black clover oneshot #black clover images #black clover patry #black clover patolli #black clover patri #patri #patolli #patry #yuki tabata

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blackrosesfanfic · 3 years

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Chapter 238

Alex

I stop walking suddenly when a car rolls pass me creeping. They were looking hard as fuck. I shouldn't have walked so far away from the house in this white ass private neighborhood. They might call the cops on me.

"Alex?"

I turn around. April was like two normal houses down from me. With these big houses she was half of a house away. I walk towards her hugging myself. What lady? Like. I don't even know right now. I just don't feel like talking my business to another stranger.

"You didn't have to come after me." I say.

"I can tell that you and Cammie are related. Maybe even raised by the same grandma."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah maybe."

She chuckles. "Yeah. So you all defensive cause you don't want to talk about it. No problem. I just didn't feel like you really wanted to be alone."

"I don't but I am."

"You can't go through life like you the only one with your current problem. I don't even know what it is but it's not worth all of this dramatic shit."

I chuckle. "You so blunt."

"Baby, I'm real."

"If you say so." I sigh. "Everybody always so wrapped up in themselves and so quick to judge. Bitches act like they innocent and all fucking their first. They don't fucking get it."

"Hmm?" April says. "Don't we all point the finger at everybody else?"

I sigh. "I'm being so weak."

"For having feelings?"

"For letting people get to me." I say remembering what Jamaal said. "Okay, April, you tell me what to do. Since you all in my business. I fucked one too many people in the last... well."

April makes a face. "Well?"

"Maybe I didn't have sex with nobody recently. But..." I exhale. "I wanted to be... I'm all screwed up."

"Chil..." April says shaking her head. "You pregnant? Cause if not you need to get some help. What are you talking about?"

I drop my shoulders. "I just got to face it."

"You minus well, Baby." April says rubbing my back. "You don't know who the father is?"

"I know."

April makes me start walking. "You don't want him to be the father?"

"I don't want a baby." I say wanting to cry.

"Whatever. If you didn't want it you would get rid of it. If you not getting rid of it you want it. Somewhere you want this baby. Some bone in your body is happy. Is it not the person you want it to be? Is it not... what his name? Jamaal?"

I sigh. "It's Jamaal. He has been blocking every attempt by any man that tries to talk to me lately. I just don't know."

"You are a lot like Cammie." April chuckles.

"Our father's were twins." I sigh.

"You and Cammie's fathers were twins? I never knew that."

I blow. "We were close growing up then her father died and she changed. Thought I was always trying to act like I was better than her. I lost my father for a long time when she lost her father. He started drinking and shit. It wasn't a fucking walk in the park. I don't want to be a parent on drugs or alcohol like my parents. I'm scared to be a parent. Both of my parents failed."

April cuts her eyes at me. "Failed? Are you not a successful black educated woman? You have a hella lot more than I did at your age. Didn't fucking stop me from being a mother. Hell my son takes care of me. I'm not a fucking failure so you sure won't be. You in a position where you can be there for your child way more than I ever was. I wouldn't change nothing about my boys. Their fathers or nothing. Cause they are more than I could ask for."

"So... I am the shit." I sigh.

"Alex?" She starts laughing shaking her head. "If that helps you calm your ass down. Tell yourself that."

I cross my arms. "Shit."

"Oh look here comes Jamaal. How convenient?"

"Shut up." I say spinning around.

Jamaal was seriously jogging towards us. He stops completely staring at us. He crosses the street. I really don't feel like having this conversation. He takes his headphones out of his ears looking at us strange.

"What's wrong?" He asks coming straight to me.

"What are you talking about? Why does something have to be wrong with me?"

He looks at April. "I don't know much about April but I know you not this far away from the house helping her with her problems. And you would never go for a walk."

April chuckles and walks away. "Done went and found a... there's nothing wrong with me. What are you doing?"

"Me?" Jamaal asks. "Going to meet a friend I know that lives around here."

"Why you lying? Are you good, Alex?" April asks turning like she was going to walk away.

You encouraging me to have this talk with him? Damn April don't be so damn forward with your demands. I exhale and nod my head slowly. She gives me a face as if she was saying go ahead and talk. I never really talked to Cammie about April but something about her reminds me of my grandma. My grandma would say you laid your ass down there and took that dick then you carry that baby then lay your ass down and have that baby. I hate life. I don't want this.

"Dick wore off? You were okay a while ago." Jamaal says rubbing on my waist.

"Was I, Jamaal? Or did we fuck and ignore whatever was wrong with me?"

He frowns thinking hard. "That's what you wanted."

"It was?" I snap pushing his hands off me.

"Tell me what it is then?"

"I'm pregnant."

He laughs. "You so damn coldhearted. What's wrong with you?"

I shrug. "If that ain't it then I don't fucking know. You tell me since you know so well."

"I mean you have been a bitch from birth." He stares at me. "How pregnant are you?"

"Didn't look."

He chuckles nervously. "Let me look. Whatever you talking bout."

I give him my phone after taking the case off. He takes it like he scared. His confidence is just disappearing with every movement of his body. He looks in the case at the folded up ultrasound picture. I didn't want to look at it so I didn't. All this drama with me and Jamaal has put me in a place where I wasn't fucking with anyone. I've been more focused on me and clearly my head of him. Not telling his ass that.

"I thought... Shit." He says staring at the ultrasound. "Damn."

"You not going to ask if it's yours?"

He smirks. "Who else you fucked? 10 weeks? What's that? 2 months. That's all me, Sunshine."

"Great now you can get my inheritance for sure."

"Inheritance?" He chuckles. "I get you forever."

"Me?" I snap.

He so damn arrogant. "Fuck your money. I'm bout to be the baby daddy. Only motherfucker higher is a husband. And you ain't gonna be happy long enough to marry a bitch."

"You think this shit funny." I snap walking away.

"Bae." He says grabbing me. "I'm making a joke because I know how fucked up it is for me to be excited and you feel like shit. But it's a baby. I know about your mama's past. I know the last thing you would do is get rid of it. It's a baby."

I suck my teeth. I wasn't even thinking about my mother. He grabs my waist, which he loves to do. This man loves to touch me regardless of what he touching. I cross my arms staring at him. Say something good or get told off.

"We can have an expensive announcement party that tops that damn Disney party. Maybe an announcement dinner on your yacht."

I chuckle. "My yacht?"

"That your daddy bought? Yeah?"

I walk away without saying anything. Don't know why I was expecting anything different from Mr. Family Man. Never thought about how he would feel about the baby. Hell I was so scared they would say 3 months or more and have me looking stupid trying to figure out who I fucked. Life man.

Amber

"Cammie so stupid sometimes." I snap slamming the phone down on the floor then sitting down on the soft rug.

Chris says something but I don't know what it was. "Amber?"

"What?"

"You find out you pregnant today and you start going off?"

I suck my teeth. "This has nothing to do with being pregnant."

He blows. "Anything I can do?"

"No." I spat.

"Okay. I'll be here if there is."

Trey walks into the room. "We going to head to the house."

Chris stands up. "Well damn."

Trey shrugs. "I don't know. We will probably leave in the morning. It's too late to travel with the boys. Thanks for trying to... I mean thanks for being there, Chris."

"Whatever, man. I don't see how it helped anybody."

"It did." Trey nods walking towards the door. "Shit just heavy. It takes more than a few minutes in paradise to see things change."

"Yeah. Okay." Chris sighs.

Trey closes the door to the room behind him. That stupid short conversation between them pissed me off. My problems aren't irrelevant and they shouldn't have to be put aside all the time for other people's bullshit. Yes I have things I got to deal with and to me they are fucking important. I understand their shit is important.

"Wanna talk about it?" Chris says from across the room. "Amber?"

"I don't."

"Cause it's about me?" He says sadly. "I feel like it's about me. I mean I know it's about me."

I glance in the direction I thought he was. "Why would it be about you?"

"I know it is." He blows.

"It's about the situation. Cammie thinks her problems are supposed to be everyone else's but when it comes to other people she just wants to judge."

He was now standing near me. "Who, Cammie?"

"Yes."

"Bae, maybe you just mad at something else. Cammie would rather not have anyone in her business." He kneels down. "You not really excited about being pregnant are you? Mad cause I am and you don't know how to be real with me."

I suck my teeth. "Sounds rehearsed."

He rubs my leg. "Joyce said it."

"Your mama said that?"

He shrugs. "She asked how you felt. I said fine. She said no then lectured me on being selfish. I didn't purposely get you pregnant. Last thing I heard the doctor said you not ready."

I sigh. He is being so positive. I shouldn't be being so negative. He is right. It is about him. I don't really want to tell him that or deal with his response. I don't know if I want to deal with anything right now. I don't feel like being bothered. And what does Joyce even have to do with this? Why does it take her to give him a view of me?

"That's why you care?"

"No." He snaps. "What you on? I'm not trying to argue with you?"

"Then leave me alone."

He stands up shrugging his shoulders. "Aight then."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah."

"I want this baby and I don't think it's fair for you not to want it. Like I'm never gonna be okay with you getting rid of it. And if that is what you thinking then ain't no need acting like we can make it."

"What?" I snap.

He was back across the room. "I'm just saying that's not an option."

"It wasn't a fucking question!" I yell.

"Damn, don't wake my baby." Chris whispers.

I look at him. That's what he was doing across the room? Royalty is in here.

"I never fucking said nothing even remotely close to getting rid of my baby. Fuck you for thinking that."

"It ain't about what you saying. It's what you not saying. It's you only talking long term with this relationship after finding out you pregnant. It's you having to have private conversations about the shit we should be able to talk about. What a great friendship this has become."

I just roll my eyes cause ain't shit to say to that. Plus I don't feel like fucking arguing. With Cammie then with him. Why couldn't he just leave the shit alone and talk shit about Cammie with me. Fuck what any of the conversations were even about. I don't feel like dealing with his shit and I don't feel like Cammie.

"Just so you know what's really going on. Cammie and her mother had a talk about her… what happened in college. So her shit pretty difficult right now. She just ready to go home and act like nothing happened. So yeah."

I turn around looking at Trey. He walks back out of the room when nobody comments for a few seconds. Chris stands up from the bed once again. He just walks out of the bedroom door. I sigh.

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