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jojissalsa · 6 months

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Perfect body, Pretty face

Warnings: dom!Leon x fem/sub!reader, power dynamics (boss/assistant), daddy kink, mentions of nudes/sex work, taking pictures during sex, facial, condescension, slight praise, mentions of age gap (reader is in mid 20s), clothes ripping (tights), reader is bratty at some point.

hello again :3 i wanna post what i can while i have the time, so i can kinda build this page up. hope u guys enjoy this one even if i feel like i made a few mistakes and lmk where i can improve! constructive criticism, reposts and requests are always welcome :D (minors don’t interact, touch grass.)

WC: 3.3k (proofread)

When Leon first came to the D.S.O, he expected bigger missions and harder work. Not boring ass reports and paperwork. The missions were definitely longer, which meant piles atop piles of paperwork that would take longer than it should. When the D.S.O realized Leon needed more time on his reports compared to the rookies or standard agents, they gave him a hand. You, his new assistant. And god, were you helpful. You were more than a sight for sore eyes, you were distracting at first, but even more so as he got to know you. You even remembered his favorite coffee order, and what he liked most for lunch. To him, you were just doing a good job. But in reality, you just wanted to get in his pants more than anything.

Your last boss was such a douchebag, the typical mansplaining and ungratefulness. But Leon? He was such a sweetheart, and so understanding. He didn’t get annoyed when you made a tiny mistake, a couple minutes late or working slower at the end of your shift. You knew damn well your attraction to him was bad for you and this job, but Eve still ate that apple didn’t she? You were the same, always attracted to forbidden fruit. But when it was Leon, who cares about forbidden? It just adds to the flavor. Obviously being an assistant didn’t make the most money, but at least you got a pretty face to work with. And there’s no shame in a side hustle, right? That’s what you thought when you made a Twitter account when you first became an assistant, well, intern at first. The job was so damn stressful and your shitty boss didn’t help. It was harmless fun at first, posting a few lewd pictures of your cleavage or in cute two-piece bathing suits you got. And then it got even lewder, posting pictures of your bare tits, dim lighting from your computer, things like that until you said fuck it and showed all the goods. Complaining about your shitty boss became part of your brand, as well as the faceless part of your nudes. You never showed your face, only your hair if it was a full body picture, not because you were ashamed of what you were doing. Not in the slightest, actually. You were just worried about word spreading around the office, especially since you were getting fairly popular. No face, no case, right? Plus, it’s not like anyone had x-ray vision to see if you had the same tits. It’s not like it hurt business either, you had a perfect body. You weren’t the skinniest person in the world, average like most people’s bodies. But to you, it was perfect. It suited you and flaunting it made you happy.

Your brand definitely shifted when you changed bosses, less complaining about how much your job sucked to more complaining about how badly you needed your boss to look at you differently. Pictures of you up-skirt under your desk whenever he wasn't looking or left to grab you both coffee or lunch, captions that always mentioned him.

"is it bad that my boss gets me this wet?"

"wish my boss would crawl under my desk and take care of this ;p"

And they would only get more and more risky. Posts of your increasingly skimpy outfits and a courtesy picture of you out of them captioned "you guys think my boss will like? lol". A video of you cumming in the bathroom at work, another where you cheekily slipped your fingers in your cunt, rubbing your slick over your clit before giggling as you turn the recording off.

Leon really didn’t mean to find something of yours this personal, he was just a guy looking for porn where he knew he could find it. He may be old but the man still needs to get off. And he was a man of taste, he liked the amateur stuff, and he knew Twitter had it. When he stumbled across your account, he thought it was perfect. At first he didn't know it was you, but by your most recent posts, it was obvious. You never name dropped him, or even said what he looked like, only saying he was fine and looked like a dilf, which was definitely an ego boost when he figured out it was you. It was easy, really. He was bored at night, couldn’t sleep like usual, and hoped that jacking off would clear his head a bit. It didn’t clear his head in the slightest when he saw your most recent video. It was of you working overtime, fingering yourself on his desk. Biting your lip to stay quiet but failing miserably as your fingers keep rubbing against that spongy spot in your walls, palm slapping against your clit. The best part? You said his name while you came. Maybe not his full name, but the way you let it out subconsciously, saying "Mr. Kennedy" in the most pornographic way possible, realizing you did and then giggling when you felt no remorse. Only an "oh shit" and a cutesy laugh as you abruptly ended the video. He was gonna say something tomorrow. He had to.

The second you walk in the door with that polite smile you always have, cute pink blouse and short pencil skirt, he waves you over to his desk. "Y/n, come here for a sec." His stern tone makes you blush and immediately walk over after setting down your bag. "Yes, sir? Is there something you need from me?" You expect him to say he needs a file or some kind of paper, but he shocks you when he turns his monitor around to show your twitter page. "You know anything about this?" You don't show it on your face, but the way you clench your jaw makes it obvious. You've got a good poker face, he'll give you that. "No sir, am I supposed to?" You get a bit of an attitude, mainly because he just totally called you out. "I don't know, you tell me." He scrolled very little down to your last post, the video. You gulp, knowing damn well you said his name. "Is that you saying my name?" His tone is still stern, but it feels more teasing now, considering his cocky smirk. He has you in a corner. "Don't you think it's a little sleazy to be prying into my personal hobbies?" Your attitude gets more prominent, crossing your arms and giving him a sharp glare. You were more prideful than anything, his smugness starting to piss you off because of how turned on you were getting. "Don't you think it's a bit slutty to finger fuck yourself on my desk?" When he shot back at you with that you froze, face going completely red. Not only was he right, you had no room to talk about his habits, but the way he said it was so fucking hot it lit a fire in you, shockwaves shooting straight to your clit.

You felt uncomfortable under his gaze, your lips parted as you felt your pulse throbbing between your thighs, knowing your panties were soaked. "You gonna say something or just come over here already? Stop wasting my time, I have work to do." It was instant when he said that, hips swaying as you walked to him, holding your hands in front of you as you looked down at the ground. "What's got you all shy? You certainly weren't shy last night." His teasing was really getting to you, making your lips squeeze as you shift your thighs again, your chest feeling so heavy with every breath you took. "Didn't I tell you not to waste my time? Sit on my desk and spread your legs." Your breath hitches at his demanding words, hopping up on his desk and spreading your legs. You thank god that it was a little chilly today, making you wear sheer black tights. Not that you'd be wearing them long, you just hope the wet spot on your panties wasn’t noticeable. "Jesus, soaked through your fucking tights? You're that excited?" His teasing made you go wide eyed, whimpering at his smug gaze piercing through you. "Yes sir.." You finally manage to speak, even if it sounds breathless and needy. Your eyes stay steady on him, taking in every feature you can. You lick your lips from the sight of his hard cock pressed against his tight slacks, not daring to close your legs in the slightest even if you were desperate for friction. "See something you like?" You watch him palm over his hard on, just watching something that sinful makes you moan softly. "I thought you said not to waste your time? What are you waiting for?" You throw any bit of shyness out the window, brattiness taking its place instead. After all, he meddled into something private, why make it easy for him? That’s no fun~

His brows furrowed as he gives you an annoyed look, groaning in frustration as he shoots up from his office chair and grabs your waist, pulling you from his desk and flipping you to bend over. He certainly doesn't waste any time now, pulling your skirt up and ripping a massive hole in your tights, making you gasp and squirm, turning your head to try and see the damage. "Don't complain, no point in denying you like it. Why else are your panties fucking drenched?" You throw him a frustrated glare before grumbling something about those being expensive under your breath. "Sorry, what was that?" You gasp as his hand slams down harshly on your ass cheek, whining at his gentle kneading on the now stinging red spot. "You're trying so hard to be bratty, when you're usually such a sweet girl. Always coming here early, bringing me coffee, remembering my favorite lunch. You don't do that because you like this job, hell, a slut like you doesn’t care about working hard. You do it because you want my attention." His hand keeps kneading the fat of your ass, making you back up into his palm for more. That doesn't stop your attitude though. "Oh boo hoo, as if you didn't love every second of it. How'd you even find my page? The nursing home gives you internet after 10?" Your bitchy tone doesn't go unnoticed by him, and neither does your smug smirk that is clearly challenging him, if anything it lights the same fire inside him, dick twitching under his slacks. He shoots you a glare that says "you really wanna do this?", as if you care about that silly warning. What's the worst he could do? "Y'know they shouldn't give a pervy old man like you access to stuff like that, it rots your brain~" You get cut off by another slap on your ass, harder than the last one, he doesn't even bother to soothe the sting with his hand. "Pervy old man? Then what are you? Some slut thinking of her boss's cock all day. How high and mighty." Another slap, and you're already unraveling by the second, the tingling sensation from his spanks sending shock after shock to your clit.

"You go on and on about me on that damn site for thousands to see, so why not take what you want? You're getting nowhere by being an ungrateful brat." He's really starting to make sense with how desperate you are to be touched, for that release you so desperately need. And with how hard his spanking is getting, it's making your head dizzy. He presses his hard-on against your ass, making you whine and grind against him. That's not enough for him though, he needs you to say it, the same way you said his name last night. "C'mon pretty girl, get what you want and ask for it, I know you can." He grinds against your ass, finally snapping through the sane part of your brain. "Fuck! Fine, please, please give it to me, I can't wait anymore, please Mr. Kennedy.." You beg in a gravelly voice, nails digging into his desk as the neediness in you builds. "Need what? You can say it." He slaps your ass again, a little gentler now that you're finally getting there, sliding his hand down to press his thumb on the gusset on your panties, hissing at how wet it felt. "Your cock, Leon, please, I need your cock so bad.." You whimper in broken fragments from your voice breaking, sighing in relief as he finally pulls down your panties, feeling your slick connect to them in strings and the cool air contrasting how hot you feel. As you heard the sound of metal clinking and a zipper pulled down you wished he flipped you over, because you really wanted to see his cock, turning your head in a desperate attempt to steal a quick glance. "Don't worry baby, you'll get a good look later." You don't care enough to question him, you care more about his tip pressed against your folds, threatening to stretch you open.

The coil of anticipation that's released when he finally slides inside you is the most euphoric feeling, growling as he fills you completely, balls nestled right against your clit. "Fuck, barely had to do anything and it slipped in so easy. Like you were made to take this cock, huh, sweetheart?" He goes slow at first, letting you adjust to his thick size, agonizing in how slow he drags his cock along your walls. All you can mutter is 'yes' like a mantra to keep you in reality, but every stroke is sending you further into that cloudy part of your brain where all you can think about is how you can feel everything. His hands on your hips to keep you in place, the way his cock kisses right against your cervix then pulls all the way out just to make you drunk off the feeling, his low and heavy grunts dangerously close to your ear, and it's all getting you even more impatient and needy. "Leon, please, go faster, need it faster." You speak through broken sobs and high pitched whines, looking back at him with a pleading pout. You can't say no to this cute face, can you? His nails dig into your hips, finally fucking you faster, and so much harder, you can feel the air in your lungs get choked out with every harsh thrust. "Just can't help yourself, can you? So fucking impatient." He can hear you getting louder, and between you and the sound of skin slapping against wet skin, he can at least silence one. "So loud, the whole fucking office can probably hear you." He puts his hand over your mouth and pulls your head up, body arching backwards as your head meets his shoulder. You can barely make out his smug grin as he looks down at you, glossy eyes with blown out pupils, your cheeks flushed a deep red.

"You look so pretty like this, looking up at me without a thought in that pretty little head. Just needed Daddy to fuck you stupid, huh?" He gets a wicked chuckle at your wide eyes, the way you clench tighter and move your hips to meet his rhythm. You curse yourself mentally for tweeting about that godforsaken daddy kink you have, or any of your kinks because now he knows every little thing that makes you tick. How frustrating. "Ohhh, didn't think I would look that far? You have no idea, spent hours looking at your stuff, even during missions I couldn't help but think about this sweet pussy wrapped around my cock." Your expression goes blank at his words, completely cockdrunk. You know you shouldn't do any of this, you can only imagine how much trouble you’d be in if someone walked in right now. But who could blame you? You couldn't name a single person who would throw away an opportunity like this. Who needs responsibility when you could have the simple yet intense pleasure that Leon Kennedy brings?

"Almost went crazy when I heard my name in that dirty fucking mouth, never been that hard in my life. Gonna make sure that mouth is full of my name every chance I get." You scream and whimper, the sound rumbling against his hand as you get closer and closer, toes curling into your heels. The sight is so damn beautiful to him, and he just has to see what you look like when you cum in person. When you cum on his cock, not some silly toy that could never satisfy you the way he can. His free hand takes its time sliding up your blouse to palm your tits over your bra, his fingers raking over the soft skin of your stomach before stilling at your bunched up skirt around your waist, right above your clit. "You wanna cum, don't you, baby? You're gonna be good and ask nicely, yeah? Go ahead, tell Daddy you wanna cum." He moves his hand away from your mouth but keeps your head up, gripping your face instead, watching as you greedily suck in air between mindless moans. "Please Daddy, please, please, please let me cum, need to cum so fucking bad-" Your pathetic babbling cuts off when his fingers put pressure on your clit, rubbing fast circles that make your brows frown as your walls clench, the knot in your stomach slowly coming undone. "There you go, such a good girl, asking me so nicely. Cum for me, sweet girl, cum on my cock for me." And you do, harder than you have in a while, squeezing your eyes shut so hard you see white spots, those sweet, broken sobs leaving your lips involuntarily, moaning his name as he slows down.

Before you know it, you're on your knees in front of him, finally getting a full, up close and personal view of his fat cock. He's thick, pre-cum pearling at his tip as he uses your slick to finish himself off, fisting his cock feverishly. "Told you you'd get a better look, now open up sweetheart. Gonna cover that pretty face in my cum, maybe even take a picture for those depraved little boys that get off on you." He’s one to talk.. His grunts and soft whimpers between his words make you bite back an eager grin, lolling your tongue out and getting blessed with the salty taste on his tip. You keep your lips pursed on his cock, looking up at him with doe eyes that make his cock kick in his hand, your own hands resting on his thighs. He pulls some hair away from your face with his free hand and keeps it there as he finally coats your cheeks and tongue with pools of cum, chuckling through breathless moans as he slaps his cock on your tongue. He grabs his phone as his free hand leaves your hair to press his thumb on your tongue, keeping your mouth open. He groans with a smug smirk as you look up into the camera, a clear, empty head as drool dribbles down your chin and onto his fingers holding your chin. "You'll get this picture tonight when I drive you home, 'kay?" He helps you back to your feet, cleaning off your face with his handkerchief and pulling your skirt down, fixing your wrinkled blouse. “Now go finish those reports for me, try not to work too slow, don’t wanna work overtime, do you?” He softly strokes your back, coaxing you closer to your desk. "Yes, Mr. Kennedy.." You breathe out, still wobbly on your feet as you walk to your desk, feeling the sting on your ass as you sit down, shivering at the tingle. Worth it.

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cinnbar-bun · 3 months

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Straw Hats- Reversed AU HCs

AU: In which YOU are the character of a very famous franchise, and they are regular people who are fans of your series.

Note: GN!Reader, crack, very unserious

Luffy

Thinks you’re neat! Super cool!

People think he doesn’t really “get” you and just likes you for your awesome powers and/or cool appearance, but he drops like an innocent yet profound tidbit about you that shows he really is thinking of you.

Honestly probably only has a bootleg figure of you courtesy of Ace. It’s goofy as hell but he adores it.

Maybe has one of those printed graphic tees.

Ace and Sabo joke about his love for you but then Luffy throws his slippers at them.

If he sees anything with you on it, he’s just gushing over it.

Loves finding funny comics with you online.

Zoro

Guy who likes you for your powers.

The same guy who is also a weeb in front of the mirror and tries to replicate your awesome moves.

Help his roommates caught him-

I think he’d get those compression shirts/shorts with you or a symbol of yours for when he works out.

Also the guy who’s working out to your voice like those ASMR videos so he can pretend you’re praising him and congratulating him.

Gets into fights with Sanji about who’s the bigger fan.

I don’t see Zoro as the type to “collect” things, but he’d probably have a keychain of you around his belt or something as a good luck charm.

Might even have an action and poseable figure of you like a Figma.

Nami

Likes you lots, but also recognizes your merch potential.

Works alongside Usopp to produce fan merch or zines for you to make money.

Has a unique piece of jewelry with your symbol/iconography to wear.

She’s not wearing “obvious” for merch, because she just isn’t about that.

Probably has a few very expensive figures of yours that are special edition or anniversary editions that she managed to get at a steep discount.

Reads a bit of fanfic but tends to mostly peruse fanart of you.

Tends to have multiple ships for you- she doesn’t really favor one over the other she just thinks they’re interesting.

Likes to do cosplays of your fits, though. She’s gotten very popular for her lovely cosplays. She tends to handmake most of her cosplays, but Usopp and Franky add to the amazing accessories.

Plays the gacha game for your series, and her amazing luck means she gets practically all your units easily.

Usopp

The artist of the group who has seen and had to do heinous things for a commission.

Unlike the others, he IS making a self insert and HE IS DOING ART AND COMICS WITH YOU AND HIM AS THE MAIN COUPLE!

Has made a name for himself of making doujins and art for you. His store has seen lots of purchases for his doujins.

Nami basically is his account manager and has made him raise commission prices many times in order to pay their rent and so he can realize how valued his work is.

He mostly just posts his work but does like answering questions from fans and posting about how awesome you looked in the new episode.

Always making art and stories from you.

Has done fanfiction for you but it’s mostly with his OC/SI and his artwork tends to be more well-known.

Always does special drawings for your birthday and various holidays.

Plays the gacha and has bad luck so he has to whale for your unit. He insists he prefers just regular console or PC gaming instead of gacha.

Sanji

Number one fan, he WILL get into arguments about you and inject you into everything.

All your figures, all your merch, all of it in one specific room dedicated to you. Sanji even has a lifesize figure of you in a cool/cute pose he religiously cleans (and prays to ngl) every day because AINT NO WAY HIS LOVE IS GOING TO GET A SPECK OF DUST ON THEM!!

His work as a chef makes him busy, but he likes to wear small things of you like a brooch or something on his uniform to cheer him up through the day.

Makes videos cooking things you cooked or dishes you liked within the series.

He sometimes shows off his collection and Zoro calls him a loser and they get into fights in the comments.

Commissions art of you (probably Usopp) to hang up in the (Y/n) room.

I feel like he would do a persona/self-insert but also I feel like he’d be like no!!!! I cannot sully my beloved like that!!! So he focuses on just you.

Blocks people who are fans of you and does not like shipping anyone with you, hell no his mellorine is HIS!!!

Has done fanfic, mostly self-insert, and that’s pretty much all he reads. No ships.

Robin

“Oh, (Y/n)? Yes, they are an interesting character. I like them.”

[1 Million word count fic series, tagged: slow burn, character exploration, heavy angst, found family, Book 4 of 7]

“I just think they’re neat.”

Probably the mother fic writer for you and/or one of your ships.

Doesn’t socialize much online, just tends to post and scroll through the fics for you and answers comments under her fic.

Likes to support her fellow creators so she does look into the art and projects other fans have made.

Does try to create her own aesthetics for her blog and fics, but sometimes she just commissions Usopp to make her things for her fics to fit her vision.

Is really into unique and often abstract or “dark” art of you.

Yes you’re her favorite character, yes she will still make you suffer in her fics and art for the ~development~.

It’s a running gag with her peers where they ask her how she will torture them next.

She finds the Nendoroids of you are quite cute, so she bought one to go on her desk.

Franky

Franky likes making garage set figures of you.

He’s also a bit of a dork, so he will often make you pose with a super sentai outfit or large gundam robots (since they’re also a part of his crafting hobby).

Makes videos showing off the new figures he made of you.

He loves you cuz you’re his hero, you just amaze him!

Printed a photo of the art your creator did where you guys were all dressed like super heroes or something- suuuuppper up his alley and he loved seeing it.

He likes collecting the manga/comics for your series and keeps them on his personal shelf.

Franky also helps Nami/others with specific cosplay accessories. Franky is known for his craftsmanship, so he’s made plenty of cosplay gear for others that are above and beyond.

Him and Usopp have collabed to create the original figures of you that Franky adores.

Does those videos where he takes cheaper/smaller figures of you and adds to the base and design to make it more “epic”.

What the hell is “fanfiction”?

Brook

Goes by the username “Soul King” and uploads his covers of your franchise’s music.

He really loves you though so he’s often rocking your shirts while he’s recording the music.

He does a lot of different genres for your theme covers- jazz, heavy metal, lofi, piano, music box- he’s done em all.

Whenever he’s not recording covers of his music and does streams, he very proudly shows his figure of you and a poster he has hanging up on his wall.

Also plays the gacha game, has pretty good luck but never with your units.

“Wow! 5 Sugo-rares! Who are they- GOD DAMN IT IT’S JUST THE OTHERS!!! RATE UP IS A LIE!!!”

Brook is a menace though and I’m gonna keep that under wraps for various reasons.

Maybe in the future I might explain further.

Jinbei

Jinbei is classy, unlike many of the others here (we will not name names).

He’s more likely to “make” his own merchandise for you.

Handmade doll with a lovingly sewn kimono, for example.

Fancy tea set that is painted with your symbols but it’s so subtle and chic that some of his viewers don’t even realize it’s from some random franchise he likes.

He prides himself on his traditional and handmade crafts and you’re just an avenue to experiment with them.

He likes to design the kimonos and outfits with you in mind and the season. He shows the process of creating it in these calm and quiet BTS videos.

Really they are beautiful and the amount of love and skillmanship put into the work he does is fantastic, it’s awe inspiring.

Does not know what a fanfic, a gacha, or what a “fan edit” is. He’s an old man he’s got things to do, man.

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thelargefrye · 1 year

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HOW ATEEZ FUCKS YOU (18+)

pairing : poly ateez x f!reader

genre : smut + headcannons + idol au

warnings : unprotected sex + dom/sub dynamics + mxm + i put warnings before each member so you can skip them if you want because there’s a lot going on with each member

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT **

HONGJOONG

warnings : semi-public sex + mentions of safe word + praise kink + filming and photographing

studio sex.

he's fucked all of you at least once in his studio

loves holding you close as he fucks you

EYE CONTACT!!

loves watching how your face contorts into pleasure

you love when he praises you to no end

can't take degradation from him, he once tried to degrade you and you cried before using your safe word

that was first time you have ever used your safe word and hongjoong felt his whole world shatter

treats you so gentle, sometimes a little too gentle for your liking

sometimes you just want him to take his frustrations out on you and most of the time he'll willingly comply

loves taking pictures of you

has a polaroid camera he uses just to take pictures of you during sex

has definitely made sex songs to fuck you too

and also recorded your moans to use in songs that only the nine of you will ever hear

SEONGHWA

warnings : sending nudes + humiliation kink + spit kink + oral (f receiving) + mxm

you are constantly teasing him and being an absolute menace

you love sending pictures and videos to him in order to tease him

he WILL humiliate you in front of the others if you push him to far

he once made you sit naked on your knees in the living room for hours while him and the others fucked your mouth

pretty sure you both have some kind of spit kink

he likes spitting in your mouth but you LOVE when he does it

seonghwa gives the best aftercare, will baby you as he cleans you up

will give you aftercare even if he wasn't your partner, if you ask him to take care of you he will

loves kissing

also loves when you're vocal as fuck and tells him how good he's making you feel

has used you in order to tempt hongjoong home once

sent videos the leader of him playing with your pussy and you begging him to come home

it worked

loves fucking hongjoong while he eats you out

YUNHO

warnings : size kink + strength kink + overstimulation + edging + squirting

a lot more dominant than what people would expect

has a type of power over everyone

you would rather go to hongjoong's room than face a punishment from yunho

size kink!!

he has a strength kink and really likes showing off how strong he is to everyone

please do not make him jealous, you WILL regret it

you once made him jealous while at a music show, and once you got home he edged you for hours

then finally overstimulated you for hours

you learned that day that yunho’s horny and jealous levels are almost the same

the two of you like going at it rough most of the time, but yunho has a sixth sense and can tell when you just need to be loved rather than fucked

“shh don’t say anything pretty, i’ll take care of you tonight”

really likes tag teaming you with seonghwa

has a competition with seonghwa to see who can get you to squirt the most

YEOSANG

warnings : pussy-whipped yeosang + face-sitting + somno + public sex + thigh riding

poor guy is pussy WHIPPED

loves playing with your pussy

please sit on his face, he will beg if he needs to

somno - you both love waking each other up this way

has definitely fucked you at "the show" in either an empty dressing room or the bathroom

totally didn't drag you off after witnessing one too many idols flirting with you

very vanilla between you too but neither of you mind

the two of you often end up laughing/giggling with one another

you have spiced it up here and there especially with funky positions

you kind of have a thing for his biceps and him manhandling you whatever position he wants

you love riding his thigh especially when he flexes it

it makes him feel prideful when he can get you off with just his thigh

SAN

warnings : body worship + edging + mutual masturbation + cum play + creampies + filming on a cam site + mentions of role playing and sex toys

san loves to body worship

whether it's you or wooyoung or even yunho, he loves to let his partner know how beautiful he thinks they are

kisses all over from your face to your ankles

he can either be slow and sensual or an absolute menace

he once edged you for two hours straight for no reason

MUTUAL MASTURBATION

like… he loves jacking off over top of you while you touch yourself

watching you struggle to pleasure yourself because he does way better

teasing you “awe baby what’s wrong, can you not satisfy yourself like i can” AND HE WOULD SAY IT WITH A POUT TOO

likes cumming all over your body just as much as he likes kissing all over you body

creampies are a thing, loves shoving his cum back into you after watching it slowly leak out

you, him, and wooyoung secretly started a cam account

a lot of roleplaying and toys used

your most popular video is titled “BEST FRIEND AND GF F**K WHILE BF SLEEPS NEXT TO THEM”

loves tag teaming you with wooyoung or yeosang or even both

the four of you just have such good dynamics that each time is different from the previous one

MINGI

warnings : lazy sex + pillow princess + cockwarming + voyeurism + pegging + lingerie and cosplaying

loves lazy sex

mingi is a real pillow princess when he wants to be

loves cockwarming and falling asleep or while watching a movie

sorry mingi is a boobs man, he loves your boobs and has some oral fixation with them

he also really likes watching you and yunho

something about watching his two best friends have sex just turns him on

please fuck him with a strap-on

he really enjoys it especially when yunho is there to control your thrust telling you when to speed up, down, or even stop

really likes when you dress up for him

whether it’s lingerie or some sexy cosplay, he doesn’t care

WOOYOUNG

warnings : brat switch wooyoung + lingerie + mentions of strip teases + hate sex

he's both a bratty dom and a bratty sub

just a brat

loves to tease you no matter what

he's really good at telling when you're stressed about life and will always offer to help

depending on how you feel that goes one of two ways

either he has you lay there and he does all the work, he's very passionate in those moments while still managing to tease you a little

or he lays there and lets you use him however you want

both are very enjoyable for him

loves buying you lingerie and having you do fashion shows turned strip teases for him

the others were kind of surprised all your lingerie comes from him only because they wouldn’t expect him to be into that

when you guys argue or get upset at each other, it always ends with hate sex

just you two fighting over dominance and getting your anger out

JONGHO

warnings : strength kink + manhandling + marking + muscle kink (?) + double v penetration

strength kink

you really love it when he manhandles you into any position he wants

but he will also let you do the same with him

he doesn't want to admit it but he really likes it when you control him and tell him what to do

a lot more experimental than people think and is willing to try something if you or the others are

loves when you mark him

especially when you run your nails down his back or litter his skin with hickeys

will take videos of him working out and send them to you because he KNOWS how turned on you get when any of them workout

loves taking you with yeosang

like double v penetration, you three spent what felt like months preparing you for both their cocks

#exile her.#ateez x reader #ateez smut #poly ateez #ateez blurbs #ateez imagines #poly ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #ateez addition #ateez ninth member #ateez added member #polyteez.

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turnyptown · 10 days

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Celeb!Gojo x POC Reader

Satoru doesn't pay much attention to the things people say about him on social media. Not until they get his girlfriend involved.

a/n: celeb gojo prolly dont even manage his own account ughhh

(POC Reader!, suggestive dialogue, pet names {princess, love, babe, etc}, m4f)

You yawn, turning over to the empty spot beside you in the bed. Per usual, Satoru was making phone calls. He called his manager about his next events and interviews, simultaneously fighting allegations on twitter and instagram.

“Cancel the party for- What do you mean I’m trending? Excuse me?”

He frantically paced the halls, shouting yet still whispering so he wouldn’t wake his love. You heard the muffled rambling of his manager on the other line.

“It’s all about you and miss [F/N]. They have an image of you two entering coachella.” Satoru sighs at the clarification as he wraps up the conversation, eager to get back to you. He lets his head hang while his hands are on his hips. He couldn’t think of what to do.

It isn’t like he doesn’t want the world to know about you, he just doesn’t want you to receive any of the hate he gets on social media, especially by crazed fans who get upset at the thought of him with someone. You knew all this and still decided to fall in love with a celebrity.

I mean, who could blame you? He’s hot!

He paced more until he caught a glimpse of you sitting up from your shared bed. He stops abruptly and takes lazy steps towards you with a small frown.

“Morning, princess. Did y’sleep well?” He mumbles against your neck, peppering it with kisses and easing back into bed with you.

You rubs your eyes with a nod, leaning into his touch. His hands were soft, but cold against your skin. You yawn before stretching and putting your weight on him as you tilt against his chest.

“Ya haven’t slept that long since I fucked you to sleep-” His comment was cut off with a harsh smack in the face with his own pillow. “Ouch, babe. Love you, too.”

“Maybe don’t say things like that in my first ten minutes of consciousness.” You pout.

He gently tackles you to lie back down as he passes you your phone, watching you scroll on social media. You come across a fan edit of him before huffing and scrolling onto the next post.

Satoru reaches his hand out to scroll back up to the edit of himself. “What’s this? You make this or somethin’?”

You sigh before denying his inquiry, “No, Satoru, it’s an edit from one of your many fans.”

“Go to the comments, what are they saying?” He smiles, eager to receive the praise he gets on the daily from a bunch of strangers online.

You tap the comment section to open the pop-up and start to scroll through. He squints to read them and is taken aback by a few things.

“No lube, no… What the fuck? We aren’t stopping until- hold on, who is we?” Satoru gasps at the replies to a simple video of flashing lights and transitioning video clips of him. Is this really all it took to be talked about like a pornstar? He wasn’t sure how to feel.

A particular comment catches his eye.

‘guys chill yk he got a girl now’

‘when?!?! omg link??’

‘js search “satoru gojo girlfriend coachella” on youtube’

“Oh, way to keep a secret, Gojo is my idol underscore fifteen!” Satoru groans.

You continue scrolling through the replies which, to your surprise, are becoming less about your boyfriend and targeted towards you. And not in a good way.

Insult after slur and slur after insult, they were just going in on you.

‘that *** can khs, he dont deserve that thing’

‘Shes not even attractive bye’

You felt tears start to swell in your eyes, blinking them away as Satoru scanned the screen for some kind of joke. He frowned and stood up, dialing his manager again.

They exchange a few inaudible words from the other side of the bedroom door before he returns to your company and smiles widely.

“What’re you up to, Satoru?”

He doesn't reply, but instead sends you a tweet he made a moment ago.

He continues to grin as he sees your mood improve a bit, pulling you in closer. “Don’t worry about them. They’re jus’ mad cuz they probably don’t have the exotic gorgeousness you possess, baby.”

You smile but cringe a bit internally, “Never say exotic again.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #celebrity gojo au #jujutsu kaisen x reader #he definitely can't text lmao #gojo x poc reader #gojo x black reader #gojo x hispanic reader #gojo x latina reader #gojo x asian reader #turnyptown

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strawberrysodaslut · 2 years

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Try Me - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

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summary: After getting drunk with your best friend, Eddie, you find out he’s never been kissed before. You’re happy to help him in that area (and maybe others…)

warnings: SMUT, oral (male receiving), gagging, slight d/s dynamic, praise kink, establishment of a safe word, cum eating, friends to lovers (let me know if i missed anything)

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Eddie had been your best friend since second grade. He had always been there for you, no matter what. Even when the two of you fought, he would always come over when you called him.

You would often spend a chunk of the day listening to Eddie bitch about Steve Harrington on your way to the video store. You knew he was just jealous of how Dustin adored Steve, the guy was practically a god to him.

But whenever you brought it up, he’d get completely defensive, going off about how he’s ‘not jealous, just worried that Dustin will fall victim to the disease that is popularity.’

Of course, if popularity was a disease- you don’t even know what you and Eddie were. You weren’t unpopular by any means, you were on good terms with the general school population, but you wouldn’t consider too many people your friend.

That pretty much caused your Friday nights to be spent alone with Eddie, but the two of you didn’t mind. You’d watch movies or have Eddie explain whatever plan he had for the next d&d campaign, you never really understood what was going on, but he always had you hooked on the story.

Tonight, it was your turn to pick, and you had decided on a game that has stood the test of time with sleepovers.

“No, no way I’m playing truth or dare.”

“Please! Come on, it’ll be fun!” You begged,

He shook his head, “Nope, can’t we do anything else?”

You stood your ground, “Hey, it’s my week to pick. And remember last week when you were half an hour late? You owe me a night of thruthing and daring.” You say, crossing your arms on your chest.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Fine, truth or dares it is.”

It starts pretty tame, but the longer you play, the more fun Eddie is having. Asking more daunting questions and embarrassing dares.

It took about an hour for you to introduce alcohol into the game, and it didn’t take much longer for the two of you to be piss-drunk on Eddie’s couch, filters completely gone as you both answer questions you’d never tell each other otherwise.

“Truth,” you say, ready to answer any question he had.

He pauses, his breath hitching as he scratches his palms- he’s nervous. “Eddie? What’s the question?” You ask, trying to calm him down.

“Wh-what happened with you and Billy?” He asks.

You and Billy Hargrove had a very brief relationship a couple of months before the StarCourt Mall fire last year. You knew he didn’t like you that much, and you weren’t fond of him, but honestly, you didn’t care. You just wanted someone.

But even though you never really liked him, it hurt when you broke up. Eddie hated him, so you didn’t really talk about what happened between you two. Billy’s death made it even harder to talk about, but with Eddie, you knew you were safe to talk to him about anything.

“So… that’s what happened.”

Eddie takes a big sigh, “Wow,” He says, turning to you, “Is it bad I’m a little jealous right now?” He asked.

You laugh, “You’re jealous of a shitty, toxic relationship where the guy died in a fire?” You ask, taking a swig of your drink.

He chuckles, shaking his head, “No, no, just having a relationship in general, someone who wants to be with you like that.” He ducks his head in embarrassment.

You look at him, “Come on Ed, plenty of girls would want to be with you. You’re the perfect guy.” You say, lightly punching his shoulder.

“You say that, but look at me. I haven’t even kissed a woman yet, but please show me the line of women waiting for me.” He says, throwing his hands in the air.

His eyes went wide once he realised what he said, and you can’t lie, your own eyes matched his. You don’t know why you didn’t consider it, Eddie was older than you, he always had this “cool guy” attitude to him. Sure you’d never seen him with a girl- or guy, but you just assumed. He never told you anything otherwise- until now.

This urge hit you, one you had been fighting for years now. You weren’t sure whether it was the buzz from being drunk or the new information, but the urge changed into a demand.

He hasn’t had a first kiss? Let’s give him one he’ll never forget.

You moved closer to him, using one hand to take him and the other to cup his cheek. He leans into the touch before his mind catches up, realising what’s about to happen. His eyes go wide.

“Oh, oh, uh-“ He stutters, “You don’t have to-it's fine.” He says.

You shush him, “I want to,” You lean in, you can feel his breath on your lips. “Do you?” You ask, the question coming out like a whisper.

He nods, and before you can second guess yourself, you press a soft kiss to his lips.

The kiss is chaste, but just as you lean back, he’s pulling you back in, his left hand finding your hips while the right cups your cheek.

The kiss is quite sloppy at first, but Eddie is a fast learner. Quickly becoming one of the better kisses you’ve had.

You poke your tongue against his lips, asking for permission to enter, he obliges, giving you space to kiss him with your tongue. It doesn’t take long before he’s experimenting with his own, finding out what’s good and what isn’t.

He nips at your bottom lip, just testing the waters, you moan into the kiss, causing him to groan.

You slide into his lap, straddling him as his hands slip just under your shirt. The cool rings on your skin tickle, so you giggle, pulling out of the kiss. Moving down to kiss his neck.

You can feel the vibrations of his groans on your lips, encouraging you to continue. You quickly find his sweet spot and bite down to suck a bruise. He moans out, bucking his hips up into yours, you moan, gripping his shoulders for stability.

You finally get to look at him, his face is bright red, his lips were completely swollen, he looks completely and utterly fucked out. But he’s also smiling like he just won the lottery, which in his eyes, he just has.

The bulge underneath you quickly grows as he hardens, you roll into it, eliciting another moan from him. You lean in, kissing his neck before licking along his jaw.

“Wait-“ He says, moving you back into place. Just as you’re about to ask what’s wrong, he grips at your shirt, tugging it. He’s trying to ask you to take it off.

You smirk, you’ve never seen Eddie like this. So… needy, desperate. You decide to take advantage of it. “What d’ya want baby? What is it?” You ask, giving him the most innocent look you can.

He starts stuttering, fingers still toying with the hem of your shirt, you almost feel guilty, wanting to apologise and give him whatever he asks for. But you also like the position you’re in right now.

You grip his chin, making him look at you. “Words, baby, I need you to tell me what you want.” You say, moving to nibble on his earlobe.

To your amusement, he whines, “Please,” he

whimpers, “Please let me take it off.

You smile, about to pull your ace card. You press a chaste kiss to his lips, “Good boy,” you mutter against his lips. You’re very pleased when he reacts by bucking his hips up to yours. You smirk, “You like that?” You ask.

He nods, “Yeah, I really do.” he says, his face turning red as he buries his face in your neck to hide.

Despite enjoying teasing him, you decide to give in, tugging on your own shirt to let him pull it off you. You thank yourself for deciding to forgo a bra today. He practically tears your shirt off of you, moaning at the sight of your breasts.

“Holy shit…” He mutters, his hands hovering just under your breasts, he’s waiting for permission.

You smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You can touch me, Ed,” You say, a chuckle clouding your words.

And just like that, he goes in. Taking your breast into his mouth, sucking, biting and licking across your nipple. You moan at the stimulation, grinding down onto him, “Fuck, so good.”

He takes this as a sign to keep going- as he should. Gripping harder on your waist as he takes your nipple in between his teeth, rolling it before licking to soothe it.

You card your hands through his hair, tugging as you moan. You’re being absolutely worked. This was supposed to be about him, you’ve gotta fix this.

You tug his hair, pulling him off of your breast. You sit up slightly, moving your hand to palm at his cock. He moans, shuddering as you light drag your nails across his neck.

You unbutton his jeans, resting your hand on the zipper as you look to him for permission. Once his brain catches up he’s nodding profusely, a begging mess for you.

As soon as you’ve undone his jeans, you’re pushing your hand into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock and slowly stroking it.

He moans, rolling his hips into your hand. “Son of a bitch.” He mutters.

When you remove your hand, he actually whines, desperate for your hand back on him, but that desperation is rewarded as you kiss along his jawline, leaning into his ear, “I wanna suck you off,” you mutter, grinding into him. He moans, rolling his hips up to match your rolls. “Is that okay?” You ask.

Before you’ve even finished the sentence, he’s profusely nodding, “Yes- yes please.” He sputters.

You roll into him once more- for good measure, before moving to go on your knees. “You’re- this is- wow…” He says, watching as you pull his jeans and boxers down.

His cock springs free, slapping his stomach. It’s a surprising length- you never really thought about how big he would be, but you didn’t think it would be that big. It’s slightly curved, with a very red tip, like it’s angry, demanding stimulation.

You decide to oblige, pressing a kiss to the red tip. Eddie immediately moans, bucking his hips. You want to tease him, but decide to be nice this time. Finding a vein in the base and following it right up to his slit, licking the precum.

He lets out a guttural moan, “Oh my god, please don’t tease me, baby, please.”

The mix of his begging and that nickname burned in your abdomen, feeling the wetness from your panties on your leg where you sit.

You decide to be kind, guiding his cock into your mouth and sinking as far down as you can. Using your hand to rub whatever parts you can’t fit.

You swallow, causing him to jerk, hitting the back of your throat. You pull off, gagging and coughing. You try to let him know it’s okay, but he’s already profusely apologising.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you- shit. Do you need something? Do I need to call an ambulance?” He says, not taking a breath in between any of his words.

As your coughing comes to a stop, you sit back up on the couch, resting your hand on his cheek. “Hey, I’m fine, was just surprised s’all, it’s no big deal.” You say, he nods, “Now, we can stop if you want, but I’d be happy to keep going.”

He looks up at you with near doe eyes, “Really? You’re sure you’re okay?”

You giggle at his nervousness, the way he cares for you making your heart swell. “I’m fine, that shit happens all the time. Some people are into it.” You say, his eyes widen. God- he really is clueless about this stuff.

He takes a second, “I don’t think- I’m into it. Is that okay? I just don’t like seeing you like that.” He whispers, brushing his hand along your hair.

You nod, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Of course it’s okay,” You pull back, still seeing some apprehension in him. Your heart aches, he’s not doing anything wrong, he shouldn’t feel guilty.

“Okay, how about this.” You start, he looks at you with peak interest, “If you’re uncomfortable, and want to stop, you say red, if you want me to slow down, say yellow, yeah?” He nods, understanding what you’re talking about.

“And if I want to slow down, I’ll tap twice,” You say, tapping twice on his thigh to show him. “And if I wanna stop, I tap continuously.” You say, tapping at a rapid pace. “Does that make you feel better?” You ask, kissing the side of his lips.

He nods again, looking so much more relaxed. “Definitely, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says, rubbing along your back.

You giggle, “I’m glad,” You say, leaning in to kiss him, taking his cock in your hand and gently stroking it. “You want me to keep going?” You ask.

He nods before moaning, “Please, please do.” he says, rolling his hips into your hand.

You nod, sinking back down to your knees. Since he still seems nervous, it’s probably better to go a little slow. You press kisses along his length, rubbing the slit with your thumb, smearing the precum over his tip.

He gasps as you start to place kitten licks along the slit, slowly getting bigger as your mouth started to cover his head. He moans, “Fuck baby, s’good.” He says, hand reaching to pull your hair away from your face.

Eventually, you get down far enough that your nose is brushing his pubic hair. You take that as the best sign to start travelling up and down his shaft, swallowing when needed -and sometimes just to feel how he squirms.

His moans turn one continuous string of moans as you feel his cock throb in you. He reaches to feel the way his cock sits in your mouth, swearing at the sight of it.

He feels- close, so you start to increase the pace at which you bob your head. You feel him tense below your hand. “Shit- so close.” He moans.

You continue to swallow around him, encouraging him to unload in your mouth. He moans, allowing himself to fully let go, spilling his seed into your mouth. You smile as you swallow around him, making sure to catch every drop before popping off of him.

“Holy- holy shit.” He mutters, repeating various swear words as you coax him back to you.

You can tell he’s worn out, certainly too tired to learn any ways of getting you off, but that doesn’t matter. Tonight wasn’t about you, it was about him, making him feel good. And after tonight, truth or dare is his new favourite game.

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talesfrommedinastation · 7 months

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My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Bad Batch': Pabu

So, maybe it's because the Razorbacks are currently up over the Tigers, which makes Doug's LSU loving self extra fired up this evening, but I have made the mistake of asking him again about his opinion on the episode after 'The Outpost', which was 'Pabu'.

He called this both 'HR Goes to Daytona' and 'Did I miss an episode?'.

Doug: Make sure you put one of my Baton Rouge boys on the internet too right now. GEAUX TIGERS.

CW: Doug insults everyone, everything, and is generally a cantankerous old jerk in this one. His wife should have unplugged his internet. Lots of adult everything, ranging from language to...well, if you're under 18, please be warned.

Prepare thyself, especially if you're a TechxPhee fan. The amount of angry emojis I got in the text messages were pretty wild.

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'Pabu' aka 'HR Goes to Daytona'

Oh it’s Church Lady and it’s Sunday service. Why is little orphan blondie in the bar with her? Daddy Rambo has his knife but you know the man was plowing vodka out of sight here. He’s tired.

I thought he hated Church Lady? Did I miss an episode?

Ah, now Ryan-from-Accounting is playing solitaire. Atta boy, get your mind off the bitch wife Laura. If he makes out with that garbage robot I’ll throw up.

Time to skee-daddle. Woah! Church Lady just grabbed Ryan-from-Accounting. That man looks terrified, probably because he found a Youtube video of her taking down muggers behind Manning's after a Pelicans game. Bitch wife Laura gonna blow a gasket.

But such is the way of the Church Lady, I have known many in my day. “I groped the hot new usher in Jesus’s house, but it’s okay, The Lord forgives”.

(praise the Lord and pass the Tabasco)

No, seriously, did I miss an episode? I feel like I did.

Houma-BBQ bitch is bitching, as is her wont. I wonder what sauce her tail would taste best with. Carolina Gold? I’d cook her brisket style. Oh, wait, back to the show.

And now they’re on paradise! Daytona Beach! Who is this guy, he looks like he used to play hoops now he plays how much dessert he can eat at Golden Corral. Props to him, that lava cake is gold. Hope Rex and Toaster Strudel are there.

Where are Rex and Toaster Strudel.

No, really, where are Rex and Toaster Strudel.

I’m getting real mad here, where are Rex and Toaster Strudel.

CHURCH LADY, GET BACK IN YOUR SPACE UBER AND GO FIND REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL. I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR MUSEUM OF SHIT YOU FOUND IN PEOPLE’S BACKYARDS AND THE DUMPSTER BEHIND THE KEY LARGO PUBLIX, GO GET REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL.

SHOVE RYAN-FROM-ACCOUNTING BACK INTO THE DRIVER’S SEAT, PAY FOR HIS GAS, AND GO GET REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL.

“You have some competition”. From what, there’s gonna be a hot dog eating contest or something? Why does Ryan-from-Accounting look so upset?

(“I think they’re trying to set him and Phee up, Doug.” “What, when did that happen? Did I miss an episode?”)

Ryan-from-Accounting looks either sad or excited and I’m so confused. Maybe it’s because I’ve been married since before the dinosaurs but why is he either frowning and freaked out by Church Lady or smiling at Church Lady? Is he having a breakdown like my nephew did after he lost his job? Does Bitch Wife Laura know about this? Does he like Church Lady or is he planning on pepper spraying her? Did I miss an episode? Is this how the children flirt on the Ticky-Tack? No wonder y’all aren’t getting married any more.

(“Doug, you did not miss an episode. And it is called Tik-Tok.” “I MISSED AN EPISODE. I KNOW I DID, AND IT IS CALLED THE TICKY-TACK!!!”)

Ya know who would solve these questions? REX AND MOTHER LOVING TOASTER STRUDEL, WHO AIN’T HERE. THEY NEED TO BE HERE. WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THEM CHURCH LADY.

Oh lovely, Hoops forgot to make a reservation at BoneFish, so they’re having his gas station sushi. Not one shrimp or crab on that table? Y’all Hoops is failing so hard right now, as a boy from Louisiana I’m just offended. His momma raised that man WRONG.

You know who would love sushi on the beach while watching the sun set? REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL, and Daddy Warcrimes and Sassy Park Ranger too.

I MISS SASSY PARK RANGER ALREADY!!!!!!

But no, Rex and Toaster Strudel are busy at work saving the galaxy while Julio and the gang throw back cocktails and stare at the sun like they dropped cheap acid they bought in a sketchier part of Biloxi. Which is all of Biloxi, I guess.

Oh, and Ryan-from-Accounting is awkward around Church Lady and stares at his phone lest that Bitch Wife Laura of his get a snap of them sitting together and Little Orphan Blondie pets a monkey. I hope they all get food poisoning. I’m so mad.

They need Toaster Strudel the way I need FSU to lose this weekend, I have money on that game too. WHY IS ARKANSAS STILL UP IN THE SECOND QUARTER.

Ah, Little Orphan Blondie’s on a boat with her new buddy, that’s nice. If she doesn’t find Rex and Toaster Strudel out in the ocean with James Cameron I hope–oh, shoot, I was in the navy. I know what that water means. Oh boy.

Well bless Ryan-from-Accounting, he watches Big Tuna and knows how to do a rescue. Church Lady looks happy. He finally touched her, it only took a natural disaster and a whole lot of nagging on her part. Oh, poor Church Lady, you need a guy who actually likes you back.

Seriously, why does that man look like the subject of them shitty videos HR makes us watch once a year so we don’t get sued? I don’t know, but I’m starting to understand why his Bitch Wife Laura is the way she is. I can’t believe the episode they filmed in Daytona makes me feel for her, but it do.

(“Doug, you’re making up Bitch Wife Laura in your head. She’s not in the show.” “Well, it’s clear that I missed some episodes, so maybe I missed the Bitch Wife Laura ones.” “No, you didn’t miss any, I promise.” “Are you SURE?!”)

Man, the tsunami got people running like it’s Black Friday Wal-Mart in Tampa. But they rescued an old guy and Daddy Rambo got the stolen work truck working to rescue the kids. Hooray, I guess.

You know who would have done a better job? Of all of this?

REX AND MOTHER-LOVING TOASTER STRUDEL. But they ain’t here!

(Doug's love for them runs hard and it runs deep, for which I can empathize)

You know who should have been on a beach horking down Mai Tais and getting into Church Lady and her handsy hands?

POOR POOR SASSY PARK RANGER. BUT HE DIED BACK IN WYOMING. I bet he’d love a back massage from Church Lady too! He’d sass her, she’d sass him back, and they’d make out on the beach while Daddy Warcrimes played the saxophone behind them or something. I support that. I’d like that. He’s got brown eyes.*

Make it work, Star Wars, damn it.

(Doug has unlocked a new rarepair, I guess: Mayday and Phee? WTF?)

Well they’re hanging out here in Daytona for the time being, I guess. Julio passed out under a tree like a drunk uncle at a cookout. Everyone's smiling.

I’d be smiling too, knowing that REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL ARE ACTUALLY SAVING PEOPLE WHILE YOU CLOWNS STOMP AROUND FLORIDA.

Stop smiling at Church Lady, Ryan-from-Accounting! Is it because you finally filed HR complaint paperwork or because you filed for divorce papers from Bitch Wife Laura? Why are you smiling?! Church Lady belongs to Sassy Park Ranger!

(“Doug…Sassy Park Ranger’s dead. He and Church Lady never met. You need to stop.” “IF THEY CAN BRING PALPATINE BACK, THEY CAN BRING SASSY PARK RANGER BACK TOO!”)

*=I NEED FAN ART OF THIS NOW, please @amalthiaph! Help me out!

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lestappenforever · 6 months

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this is directed to you social-psychological anon (my goat <3)!!

you’re so right. max literally cares soooo much about what charles thinks of him. when anyone has anything bad to say about max, he doesn’t really care, has a short and cold response to it, or just laughs it off (if it’s someone he knows doesn’t mean it, like lando joking “max ruins everything”). point is he doesn’t really care that much. however, a few years ago an interviewer asked charles what was annoying about max and they made max respond to it, which is so weird but we roll anyways lol. charles goes “annoying? i don’t know. i guess he can say weird things to the media. but that’s okay, he has personality. personality is important.” (this isn’t an exact quote but it’s along the lines of what he said!). he barely even says anything bad, and he immediately compliments max right after. however, max got so upset about it. he immediately goes “I DON’T CARE WHAT HE THINKS!! >:(“ he took it much deeper than he usually does about not great comments toward him. whole country booing him? he doesn’t give a fuck. charles says a barely insulting (not even) comment? he takes that shot so personally 😭 it just shows how important charles’ opinion is to him. fascinating….

Social-psychological anon, another admirerer who shares their own wonderful insight to this analysis. ❤️

And I'd like to throw in my own two cents here, because there is absolutely something truly marvellous about how Max could not give less of a fuck about what other people think of him, no matter who it is. But with Charles? There is some deeprooted urge within him, a desperate desire for Charles' approval, that just gives him a whole other response to anything that may even be slightly interpreted as negative if it comes from Charles.

Your example with that video of Charles being asked if Max is annoying, and Max's clearly bothered response is excellent. Had that been anyone else — a reporter, another driver, literally anyone who is not Charles Marc Harvé Perceval Leclerc — he wouldn't even have batted an eye. Hell, he probably would have grinned as if whoever it was had just given him a massive compliment. But because it was Charles, and because Max for some reason decided that Charles was sort of insulting him (even when he absolutely was not — quite the contrary, the way I personally view it), just gives away just how much Charles' opinion of him means to him. And that is a huge deal, given how Max Emilian Verstappen is very well-known for not giving a flying fuck about what other people think of him.

I think a lot of this boils down to the fact that it's Charles. The guy Max has fought against for most of his racing life, the boy who grew up alongside him in karting, the guy his own father believed was predestined to fight him on track forever, even in F1. (Which is high fucking praise from Jos Verstappen.) Max and Charles have been tied together for as long as Max can remember, and for as long as they're both competing in the same league, Max will think of Charles as the rival to beat. He will think of Charles as the one driver on the grid with the biggest chance of giving him a proper fight, even when he so clearly can't.

Take this season, for example. We haven't gotten to see many battles between Max and Charles for obvious reasons (Ferrari being absolutely abysmal for most of the season), but the few times we have gotten to see it? Max will go fucking wheel-to-wheel with Charles as if they're both in the running of winning the WDC and the winner will be decided based on who comes out victorious out of that particular turn. It doesn't matter that Max knows that he's going to get past Charles. It doesn't matter that Max knows that Charles won't actually be able to fight him for a race win unless Max is starting from far back on the grid and Charles isn't. It doesn't matter that Max knows the car Charles is driving and the strategies his own team are throwing at him aren't up to par. None of that matters, because fighting Charles Leclerc and seeing him as his biggest rival is so deeply ingrained into Max's entire racing identity that he will treat every battle he gets against Charles as if it's a battle that will decide the title even if it fucking kills him.

And that right there? That deep-rooted respect and admiration for Charles? The same kind of deep-rooted respect and admiration Charles has for him? That connection that has taken them from "hating" each other in karting, to civil colleagues in F1, to an actual, genuine friendship that they so clearly both treasure incredibly dearly, as proven by the blatant shift in the vibe between them recently? That's the reason as to why Max, despite clearly not giving a flying fuck about what anyone else thinks of him, will always care about what Charles thinks of him. That's why Max goes to such extreme lengths to behave differently around Charles than he does with any of the other drivers, and why he treats Charles so differently from everyone else. Because not only does Max know and respect Charles' boundaries and his preferred way of being treated, but he wants to do it right. He wants to exist within the same space as Charles and do it well. He wants Charles to enjoy and look forward to their interactions as much as Max himself does. And to this day he craves that approval from Charles as much as he probably did when they were kids, but back then he was too hot-headed and stubborn to realize that the "hate" he felt towards Charles was actually nothing more than the excitement and slight fear of seeing such a massive part of yourself reflected in someone else — someone you were supposed to hate.

I've seen it mentioned so many times in different posts on Tumblr, but it's absolutely true what they say: Max is so much softer around Charles than he is around anyone else, and treats Charles with a sense of care I am yet to see with any of the other drivers. Which, to me, is such a testament to just how much he values Charles' opinion of him.

#Asks #Lestappen asks #Social-psychological anon #Anon asks #Lestappen #Lestappen dynamics anons

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jinglyjangly · 14 days

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Major spoilers

So shady sands got nuked by a random vault dweller because his wife took their kids, and he wanted his kids, and he was mad his wife found a settlement when vault tec was supposed to be the ones settling the surface…he was mad the ncr “did vault Tec’s job before they could” so he blew…the fucking ncr’s main settlement up

I wonder if it’s like “oh yeah he was a protag of his own mind pretty much” kind of jab but even then it leaves a bad taste in my mouth? Because it is insane video game writing and it’s definitely insane bethesda video game writing, but it fucks up a very integral part of two major games

And I hate how much like…yeah the BoS is back to being technocratic and more cult like in the show but it’s also still praised kind of? And the random, and I mean RANDOM, nonbinary BoS member that’s there for like, 20 minutes was just…a waste. A nonbinary person that really does nothing but just be there and hurt themselves to forward the narrative of the cis het protag. Honestly they’re there to piss of the conservative gamers but I’m not conservative and I’m pissed shady sands and the ncr got did dirty like that so in the end every fallout fan is mad

Like…the ncr went from a huge mega power that is basically a country, to being blown up by a dude? And they don’t mention the hoover dam and how maybe they were weakened from the legion/ncr conflict…which would’ve made it believable. Nada. They just say it this guy blew up shady sands so I guess it happened. It’s canon.

They just made the ncr seem so small after fnv made it feel so big and menacing in its own way with hundreds of named npcs with stories and it was so gooooood and they made it feel like a shitty dinky settlement comparable to fucking…like…diamond city

Idk it’s like 5am and the final episode just pissed me off. They should’ve just set it in New York or Florida and made up new factions instead of establishing canon endings to the most favored game in the series. Or they could’ve done a prequel to fo4 if they wanted it to tie in the games so bad.

The ghoul also has the best scenes and story but I’m…idk the drugs suppressing the “feral” disease is also a weird thing. It’s new to the tv series and what only in la? What’s it made of that no one else makes? And why the fuck did he have to eat someone. I liked the scene because it was kinda just neat to watch in a way… but it’s like “oh he’s a ghoul so he eats people whoOoOo” They never really…explain…if he like…needs meat or something and idk. I dunno. And cold fusion? Like what. Wha…uh. I fucking hate the idea of power being harnessed from tiny object. It’s just a lame McGuffin they can pass around. I would rather it be like…they’re fighting over a wind farm to harness power and they need like a scientist/engineer to fix it. Something that feels big and really.

Anyway, I’m fine with watching it until I think about it, and then I don’t like the plot. So it feels like fo4 all over again but I’m more mad because I feel like it ruined fnv’s ending. Which sucks. So personally I do not see the show as canon but as like, fan fiction to like…maybe a independent/house/legion ending for fnv when the ncr is super week and some guy just bombs it…because he’s mad at his wife.

Big ooof, a 8/10 until episode 8 and then it’s a fat 2/10…one star for goggins making another badass ghoul in the series and one for the dog

#spoilers #so yeah it’s not that good story wise #maybe I’m a nerd scream at clouds about lore but like #they did it dirty :’(

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WHAT I THINK MARAUDER KINNIES ARE DOING ON VALENTINES DAY

(if you are not single and sad, this post is not for you. RUN ALONG NOW SWEETIE)

Regulus kinnies.

I’m a Regulus kinnie myself, and all im doing to do is read books and pine after a person who only sees me as their friend. So im going to assume you’re doing the same.

You are also probably listening to Mistki while you look back at when you felt alive and young.

We need therapy.

James Potter kinnies.

You’re probably making notes and cute little drawings for your friends, but you know deep down they’ll forget about you and get you some lousy lollipop or maybe even a heart drawing!

You cannot settle for the bare minimum.

You’re also probably falling for the slightest attention someone gives you, then you get heart broken in the end because you put too much of yourself in your relationship.

BACK AWAY FROM THE BARE MINIMUM. YOU DESERVE MORE.

Sirius Black kinnies.

You and your best friend are the only ones who take this siriusly.

But the only reason you take it seriously is because you know how it feels to feel like a joke.

You’re looking at all these videos of these couples doing cute stuff while you’re sitting on the floor of your room wondering, why couldn’t i be like that? Then you’ll come to the conclusion that your parents made you like this.

PLEASE DONT FORGET TO DRINK WATER. I KNOW YOU FORGET TO.

Remus Lupin kinnies.

You most definitely forgot it was Valentine’s Day and you slept in. Thankfully you set up your future in your head so you already know what you’re going to for your friends.

Please stop planning your future all in one night. Your brain cannot take this.

You’ll chug some caffeine and tell yourself, it’s just another day. Until you look around and see all these people in love. You go home and binge eat chocolate because you’re sad.

Then you fall asleep again as a coping mechanism.

SAVE THE CHOCOLATE FOR THE REST OF US PLEASE.

Pandora Roiser kinnies

You guys are the sweetest people alive.

Too bad everyone takes that as a weakness.

You buy every one of your friends a cute little card and maybe some candy or flowers. All they do is utter a “thanks.” But you don’t mind right? ( you do) it’s tiring feeling like everyone looks down on you. So you’ll try your hardest, but will it ever be enough?

YOU GOT THIS SWEETIE, YOURE ENOUGH.

Evan Roiser kinnies.

You guys are either toxic or chill.

Either way, you’re still not over that one person who ruined your life. Your friends are happy, so why aren’t you? Nothing is fair. You pretend to be happy on this day, eating chocolate, writing little hearts, laughing. But deep down, the lingering question is just, “why? Why would they do this? Why did i deserve that?” Maybe you’ll get your answer, maybe you won’t.

MY QUESTION FOR YOU IS, WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE? EVERY EVAN KINNIE IS SO CUTE.

Barty Crouch Jr kinnies

You guys probably are stalking your crush right now. You feel like you have to match personalities or stand out from the crowd for someone you like. So on valentines, you’ll find out specifically what your friends like and make a special card or gift for them. Then you play it off, saying “it’s nothing really.” We know damn well it’s not nothing. So when they say thank you, or give you the slightest praise, you get giddy inside.

DONT LOSE YOURSELF.

These are just assumptions, so if I get these wrong, DO NOT COME AT ME MAN. THIS IS ME TRYING.

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streamingcolors-gvf · 1 year

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The Devil’s Little Secret

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: Where did you stand? Were you chasing after something that wasn’t there? You tried to cast your feelings aside, pushing them to enjoy and moment with him you could in secrecy. A Halloween party was sure the perfect opportunity to pull down that guard and expose things for what truly are…But was it going to be what you hoped for?

Word count: 11.5k (we couldn’t help ourselves 🤭)

A/N: Tonight is a little bittersweet for me. I’m excited to share the final installment of the Halloween Collection, but I’m saddened to wrap up this collab with the lovely Allie - @ageofnations . Jake was the one we were both most excited for and I think it shows. We really hope you guys enjoy this. This month has been a wild ride for sure.

Don’t forget to send Allie your feedback, love, and support as well. I really couldn’t have done with without her. She killed it as always ❤️

Warnings cursing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit content, 18+ MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral m! receiving, masturbation, voyeurism, blindfolding, use of a sex toy, dom! Jake, degradation, praise, a little scratching/biting, slapping, choking, spit kink, lots of dirty talk)

This was a stupid idea.

Why didn’t you just go with what you were comfortable with? You always went with a funny costume. Funny was safe. It was expected.

But this? This was dangerous. You were practically dancing on thin ice.

The nerves you had been keeping at bay all night were beginning to creep up as you rubbed your palms against the fishnet tights covering your thighs while you stood at their front door.

You had felt so confident in front of the mirror at home, twirling and posing for almost an hour, even taking pictures and videos of yourself. It was just enough time before you could talk yourself out of the idea and change your outfit entirely.

You weren’t even sure what came over you when you bought this costume. It wasn’t like anything you had worn before, especially in a setting like this. It had taken you nearly thirty minutes to figure out how to place the thin black straps of the pentagram harness across your chest. The vibrant red, latex dress fitted your frame like a corset, hugging your body as if it was a second skin. The intricate stitching and boning through the bodice gave you the accentuated curves that some people would pay to have. Each v-line of the cups pushed your breasts up in the most delectable way, just enough to risk them spilling out if you were to bend over.

The garment barely came down to cover the swell of your ass, causing it to peak out with every stride in your step. It was undoubtedly the most daring outfit you have ever purchased and put on your body.

But was this the perfect ploy at grabbing his attention or would it seem pathetic and desperate?

He hadn’t spoken or sent a single text to you in over two weeks. He wasn’t even the one to invite you over tonight. It was his brother that insisted you come join them in whatever this costume party entailed.

The temptation to just throw it all into the open acted like an irritating itch you couldn’t quite scratch. You thought tonight might be the greatest opportunity to do so. Just to see where you stand. Was he just stringing you along? Was it really just sex when it was convenient for him? You wanted the answer, but you were more scared that it wasn’t going to be the answer you hoped for. You were too afraid of losing what you had, even if it made you question everything. Even if you had to pretend that sex was all you wanted.

You considered it, time and time before. There had always been moments where you thought you could slip into conversation with him about such a serious topic, but you almost always talked yourself out of it. Even as you stood outside the door he was undoubtedly behind, you hadn’t decided on a plan. You hoped it would come to you by the time you came face to face with him again.

As soon as you entered the house, the walls of your chest reverberated with the music blaring through speakers. Strobing multi-colored lights flashed across the decorated house. You smoothed out your dress again for the millionth time tonight, now stressing that the length was too short for comfort. You thought you’d get used to it, but now with the amount of people pencil—packed into the twin’s place, you weren’t so sure.

Your eyes scanned around the room, adjusting to the flashing lights in hopes of catching a familiar face. When you finally spotted one, a sigh of relief puffed from your lungs. With a target in mind, you shimmied past people grinding each other while trying to avoid a rogue drink from spilling on the costume that you worked meticulously to put together.

He was pouring a bottle of tequila along a row of shot glasses when you approached him. You took a moment to study over the details of his costume. One thing you could guess was that it included a toga given the large amount of white fabric draped across his slender form, pinned right above his shoulder. He completed the ensemble with a pair of his well-loved Birkenstocks and a golden wreath crown nestled in the mane of curls, making evident that this was a last-minute costume thrown together.

“Josh,” you announced your arrival to your dear friend.

“Hey! Oh-“ he paused the moment his eyes flicked up to meet yours, spilling the clear liquor across the counter in doing so. That’s when he straightened, preparing himself to take in the full sight of you. “Oh…”

A mischievous grin spread across his already more than inebriated face as he looked down at your body, taking in the different parts of your outfit. “So… you’re the…” When his eyes caught the set of tiny red horns peeking out through your hair, he was able to piece it all together,“…the devil?”

You giggled, admittedly relieved that your choice of costume was at least identifiable to him. “That’s right.”

“God, I fucking love Halloween.”

It was the way he said it, paired with the look he was giving you that made your cheeks flush with heat.

You leaned over the counter, grabbing one of the shot glasses lined in front of him, giving him a nice view of your chest. “And you are?”

There was a moment of silence from him not answering you right away, but when you caught him staring, he quickly cleared his throat, “Apollo, of course.”

You raised a questioning brow.

“Ya’know? God of music and art. Poetry. The sun and light-“ He started to ramble on about the Greek deity, sharing facts you would never remember after this conversation.

You nudged his shoulder, cutting him off to bring his attention back to you, “Okay, okay. I got it. It fits you.”

“I’m flattered you think so.”

You teased with a giggle, tugging the fabric bunched at his hip, “But is this your bedsheet?”

“Ha. Ha. Keep laughing, missy. At least you know how I look wrapped up in it.” He turned to face you, licking across his bottom lip with a gentle hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, “Want to try it for yourself?”

You rolled your eyes at his blatant attempt at flirting with you, but not without huffing an amused laugh. “Watch yourself, Joshua.”

He released you without protest, settling for a clink of glass he had been holding up to yours. “Alright, alright. The last thing I want is to get in trouble with you.”

You glanced around the room in search of the man that had been on your mind. You decided to take the chance, hoping that the question wouldn’t give you away, “Have you seen Jake?”

He paused before answering, a knowing smirk now forming on his lips. “I’m sure he’s off brooding around here somewhere.”

Although his response didn’t help you much, you knew Josh was probably right. With how Jake had been avoiding you of all people, it would probably take some searching to find him in the sea of people. You wanted to ask more questions about him - what he had been up to if he’s mentioned you if he’s mentioned someone else - but you didn’t want to give Josh any hints about something you weren’t even sure about yourself.

You groaned to yourself before tossing back the night’s first sip of alcohol, knowing that you would need the liquid courage to eventually face him.

“Catch up later?” Your voice squeaked through the burn in your throat, and you winced as it spilled into your empty belly.

Josh only gave a single nod before throwing back his own shot of tequila into his mouth.

As you turned to walk away to leave, a palm swatted across your ass, causing you to yelp from the sudden contact. It was hard enough to get your attention without leaving a sting on the flesh.

You whipped around to see Josh pulling his lip between his teeth, “He’s a lucky man.”

Did you hear that correctly?

“Huh?”

But instead of answering you, he simply walked off with the rest of the shots in hand. For a moment, you stood there, repeating the words in your head over and over again, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. Did he know?

It would make sense if he did know. There were times you had come over to the twins’ shared home while Josh was around. You always tried to sneak in, hide in Jake’s room unless absolutely necessary and tiptoe downstairs if you ever needed to, but even then, it was almost impossible to stay quiet when you were alone with Jake. Especially due to the nature of most of your visits.

If you successfully managed to go through the duration of this affair without Josh suspecting you, you’d might as well be the luckiest person in the world.

But them being so close… wouldn’t they talk? They were twins, in the end. They knew each other like the back of their hands, quite literally. Despite Jake making the agreement with you - one that avoided putting labels on anything for public knowledge - it seemed logical that he’d still mention something to Josh.

You just hoped it was all good things.

As you shuffled around the other partygoers, you thought you saw Jake in the distance, his long chestnut hair flowing off his shoulders and down his back. But before you could begin your investigation, a figure stepped in front of you.

You were barely able to take in the last-minute costume they wore - Hawaiian shirt, camera, and fanny pack making the “tourist” costume believable. By the time you could tell who it was, you were wrapped in a tight hug, the person’s long, lanky arms draped around you and holding you close while they greeted you.

“Hey, Sammy!” You returned much too cheerfully, trying to hide the frustration you felt from his untimely interruption. “I was just about to go say hi to-“

“Jake?” He interrupted as he pulled away from you.

“Yeah, actually. How did you…” Your words trailed off, your slight embarrassment making your cheeks run red.

Sam chuckled at you as you tried to play coy. “Who else would you be trying to piss off by flirting with Josh?”

Your embarrassment turned to defensiveness as soon as the words were uttered. “I wasn’t flirting with- wait… does everyone fucking know?”

“I mean… you guys aren’t subtle,” he reasoned, shrugging and putting his hands in the pockets of his ridiculous cargo shorts. “…and he might’ve told me.”

With a huff, you pushed past him and continued your strides to where you thought Jake was. You’d apologize to Sam later for your behavior and lack of conversation, but with the current emotions you felt, talking to anyone other than Jake didn’t seem like a great idea.

Maybe Josh. Maybe. You’d be okay with it just being him aware of your situationship with Jake, but if he was willing to tell Sam… his loudmouth of a younger brother? You could only imagine who else knew.

He had his back to you as you approached, stuck in some conversation with Danny while they both garnered a drink of their own. In normal circumstances, you wouldn’t approach him in such a manner while he was around others. But now, it seemed as if your prudence would be of no use. So when you finally were in earshot, you spoke over the music that surrounded you.

“You fucking told everyone?!” Your hand wrapped around his bicep in the process of speaking, ripping him out of the conversation he was in and making him turn to face you.

Jake’s expression was one of surprise - obviously from being startled by your sudden, unexpected presence - but when his eyes raked across your body, he simply smirked to himself.

“Y/N,” he greeted plainly, ignoring your question.

You glared at his disinterest, but your eyes shifted over his shoulder as you heard Danny snickering from behind him. There was a certain grin he wore while he sipped from the red plastic cup in his hand, one that told you that the Kiszka brothers weren’t the only ones aware of your “relationship” with Jake.

And that only fueled your anger more.

“Jacob. Your brothers just asked me about… us.” Your voice was feeble by the time you got to the last word. You were unsure what to call whatever this was, and you’d be damned if he used this as an opportunity to poke fun at you. You definitely didn’t want this to be how you exposed your true feelings about him.

“Okay?” He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to elaborate.

“We agreed to keep quiet.” You crossed your arms over your chest, making the stance your weak attempt at protecting your confidence.

“Did we? I didn’t know you were capable of that,” he quipped.

You almost forgot about Danny’s presence until he seemed to choke on the drink he was in the middle of, a sputtering noise coming from him as he chuckled. Your back-and-forth banter with Jake had obviously been amusing to him, but he made his departure with a pat on Jake’s shoulders and a wink shot in your direction. As if he were wishing you both good luck in whatever transpired from this.

Your anger prevented you from returning such a gesture.

“What are you doing here?” Jake continued, looking over your costume once more. “All dolled up as a slutty… devil? How original.”

You knew he was only teasing, but with your current state, the comment made you blush much brighter than it normally would. You finally took the time to inspect his chosen ensemble, hoping you could put together a quip of your own.

Barely covering his torso was a white blouse, the string of what would’ve laced the front of the shirt together left dangling and untied. The long sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, showing off his array of bracelets. Black pants, a pair that you recognized as ones you complimented in the past, were held up by a black belt, the white shirt tucked behind and under the silver buckle.

You could tell he had been tedious about the details of his getup. On his exposed chest sat a number of gothic-themed necklaces, some of which you had never seen before, others his normal choice of jewelry. One, in particular, caught your eye- a metallic set of what looked to be fangs, a red jewel dangling from one of the sharp canines to emulate a drop of blood.

He had even gone as far as to put the tiniest amount of eyeliner on his lash line, something you definitely didn’t mind at all.

“And a vampire is your definition of original?” You bit back at him before taking a step forward to shorten the distance between you. You grinned before chancing a soft graze of your fingertips on the side of his neck, smiling at the two red dots drawn on with makeup to resemble a bite mark. “What lucky lady got to help you with this, huh? If I have to share, I don’t see why you can’t-”

In a flash, Jake grabbed your wrist with his free hand, warning you with an almost growling threat. “Watch it.”

“What are you gonna do? Bite me?” You giggled to yourself. Any anger you had previously was now stamped out by your need to irritate him as much as possible. You relished the attention he was giving you right now, and if this is how you’d get it after weeks of not hearing from him, then so be it.

“You and I both know you’d like that. Stop being a brat.”

You almost whimpered as the grip on your wrist tightened into something almost deliciously painful, but you kept your composure. “What’s the matter, Jake? Not happy to see me?”

Just as you found pleasure in the ache of his fingers wrapped around you, his hold loosened upon hearing your words. His eyebrows tilted slightly in what seemed to be a concern, but it was quickly masked by aggression. “Who said I'm not happy to see you?”

“This attitude or ego or whatever you’ve got going on here. You didn’t even say hello.”

“Of course, I’m happy to see you,” he cooed, dropping your wrist at your side and placing his now-free hand on your hip. He seemed almost sweet as he looked down at you with a smile, but you should’ve known better. The nicety was soon discarded for a taunt hissed between gritted teeth. “Just don’t like seeing everyone look at you like this. You’re dressed like a fucking whore.”

As it always does, the name was successful at making you blush. You ducked your head as he tugged at the bottom hem of your dress, pulling it down as if it were much too short for his liking.

“I wanted to look good for you, Jakey.” Your voice came out whiny, almost pathetic as your confidence softened. You thought you’d be the one in control of this conversation, but he always found a way of stealing the show. You’ve never been good at resisting him.

With a huff of a laugh, Jake rolled his eyes at your attempt to win him over and be in good graces once again. “Then you should’ve done that when I had you alone. Not when all of my friends are around.” He leaned in closer, looping a teasing finger under one of the straps of the harness over your chest. “Why haven’t you dressed up for me before, baby?”

“You never asked…” You answered simply, but decided to test your chance with him once more. You couldn’t hide your smirk as you continued. “Even tonight, Josh was the one who asked me to come. Maybe I should go to his room tonight.”

“Don’t-” Swiftly, he grabbed your chin, making you gasp and swallow any additional comment you wanted to add in. His glaring eyes were no longer mixed with saccharine, now completely, entirely fed up. “-fucking say that.”

He was observing you, seeing just how you reacted when he treated you like this - like he normally does - in a public space. With the way you were panting, however, he knew there was no difference. His eyes traveled across your features, getting stuck over your lips for a moment too long.

You didn’t know what his next move would be, but his thumb swiping over your plump, pursed lips was not an action you foresaw. The digit smudged the black substance of your lipstick as if he were finger painting with the most delicate pigments.

You didn’t get to see his wide, prideful smile for long before he leaned into your ear, close enough that you could feel his necklace tap against your body as it swung gently from his neck. After waiting a moment, letting his breath fan across the exposed area of your neck, he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re fucking mine.”

You were stunned. Frozen in your place.

Even when he finally released your jaw with a pointed shove, you couldn’t respond to him.

Jake smirked at your astonishment, proud of himself for rendering you speechless and red-faced. Your mind didn’t register that he had whispered “I’ll be back, angel” until he had already begun to wander through the crowded space. Alone. Without you.

By the time you were able to blink again, you had lost him. You took this as a chance to escape from the overwhelming mass of people, scurrying off to the bathroom as soon as you spotted it. As you bobbed and weaved through, you kept your hand covering the makeup that was now smeared on your lips and cheek, praying no one would ask about it.

When you got to the confines of the room, you were thankful that no one else was occupying the space. You had fully expected someone to be hunkered over the toilet, or even making out in the corner, just moments away from ripping their costumes off of one another. But instead, you were able to shut the door behind you and take a deep breath to calm the nerves that had successfully been stirred again.

You didn’t take a moment to look at the job he had done, choosing to remove it as soon as you could. You ruffled through the cabinets and drawers, finding the spare makeup wipes he had hidden away for you. You always appreciated the gesture, especially since he kept them out of sight of others and replenished them if you ever ran out. Which seemed to happen a lot due to the nature of your visits.

As soon as you grabbed the plastic package, you tore into it, grabbing a wipe with a shaky hand. But when you looked in the mirror and prepared to wipe the makeup that was now out of place, your mind seemed to lag. It was stuck. You were in a trance, engrossed in a merry-go-round that only played the sound of his gravelly voice.

“You’re fucking mine.”

The words repeated in your mind too many times to count. The grip he had on your jaw and chin had already been committed to memory. In the countless weeks and months of your time with Jake, he had never acted so… possessive? There was a lot you were unsure about when it came to labels with him, but this was not one of them. You were his, at least in a sexual way. It was an agreement. He was yours. You were his.

So why was he being so sensitive about it tonight?

The question plagued you while you wiped the black streak from your face, scrubbing in particularly stubborn spots.

You were thankful for the quiet solitude, but soon, the sound of the door opening paired with the growing roar of the party. A ‘tink’ indicated the barrier had been closed once more.

You knew who it was - it’d be unlike him to not follow you here - but you looked up at him in the mirror. A small smirk played on his lips before he spoke.

“I don’t know why you think it’s a good idea to fix your pretty lipstick when you know I’m going to mess it up again later.”

Your hand stalled as you smiled to yourself and dropped the gaze you held with him, suddenly too shy to look him in the eyes. The idea of what he could do to you in here tucked away from the unknowing guests on the other side of the wall, made you blush. But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Hi, Jacob,” you greeted, this time much more sincere than before.

“Hi, baby,” he returned with a smile.

It wasn’t long before he had sauntered over to you, his chest flush with your back, strong hands holding onto your hips. He pressed his nose into your hair, taking a deep breath before placing a soft kiss on your head.

You tried not to take advantage of these moments, these times when things seemed to cross the line of platonic and ignore the principle of “sex only.” Before these past two excruciating weeks of radio silence from him, times like these were at their peak. Coming over just to spend time with one another instead of strictly for sex. Touches that lingered with no ulterior motive. Kisses that occurred just for the sake of being close to one another.

It had been so easy to slip into a routine with him, not needing to hook up to feel wanted by him. Intimacy that didn’t require sex.

But he took that away from you just when you started to believe that you could possibly have more with him. It seemed as if he were retreating then, but now, he picked up as if he hadn’t taken it all away from you before.

“I really am glad to see you,” he whispered as if it were something he was unsure of. As if he didn’t know if he wanted you to hear it.

“I think we both know why you’re glad that I’m here,” you teased, leaning into the contact of his head still connected with yours.

He shook his head disapprovingly. “Not just that.”

The response intrigued you and raised questions that you wanted to ask. But before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt his grip tighten just moments before twisting you around to face him.

Instinctively, you yelped at the rushed movement, breaking out into a fit of giggles from your reaction. When you looked up at Jake, however, his expression was nothing but serious.

His eyes were glued to your lips, and all signs pointed to him leaning in to kiss you, but as you decided to meet him in the gesture, he pulled away. He’d let you come close, just barely missing, without letting your mouths meet. He smirked at your attempts.

“Predictable,” he noted.

You pouted at him. “Jake, come on-“

“It looks like you’re the one desperate for something, right? You came here looking for trouble, but you’re blaming me.”

“I just want to kiss you.” You tried once more, hoping that your pouting would make him feel sorry for you and finally let you kiss him, but still, he resisted.

In fact, he squeezed your side to distract you. A gesture that made you shriek and squirm in his hold, dropping the makeup wipe from your grasp because of your giggling.

Before you could move to pick up the cloth, Jake had done so himself. You could’ve groaned at the sight of him perched on his haunches below you, and as if he could sense it, he paused in his place. His other hand had dropped to your ankle to steady himself, the skin burning under his touch. You placed a hand on his shoulder as you peered down at him, hoping it would make him stay there longer.

And it did. His movements to discard the wipe were slow, and once it was thrown away, both of his hands were on you. His palms traveled the length of your legs, up your calf to your thigh and back down again. You even felt him press a kiss to your knee before he spoke once again.

“I like these,” he purred, hooking his index fingers into the fishnets covering your thighs. The fabric was released in an instant, hitting your skin with a dull ‘snap’ that made you gasp to yourself.

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, placing another kiss to the skin in front of him before he tilted his head back up to you. There was a hungry smile on his lips. “A lot.”

“I told you I wanted to look good for you…”

You sighed as he began to stand, leaving a trail of teasing kisses up your body until he was fully standing. A hand returned to your side and pulled you in closer, his lips departing from your neck for just a moment to whisper in your ear.

“You always do, baby. Always.”

This time, he leaned in much closer. After gifting you with thousands of kisses in the span of a few seconds, you were sure he was going to let you kiss his swollen lips. Especially with how his eyes darted across your face. But just as you convinced yourself to close your eyes and dive into it-

He kissed the corner of your mouth before pulling away entirely.

When you opened your eyes, he was at the bathroom door, twisting the handle and shooting a wink before retreating from the room entirely. Once again leaving you breathless and extremely flustered.

You were tired of it. Of him. Usually, you’d have enough patience to endure his teasing, but tonight, you were quickly running out.

You huffed from frustration, glancing at yourself in the mirror one last time and straightening your costume before leaving the bathroom.

You had one destination in mind, tunnel vision to the last place you’d thought he’d run off to. The house could’ve been empty, but you wouldn’t have known any different. The only thing you paid attention to was weaving past everyone and ascending the stairs.

When you came up here looking for him, you thought you would just storm right in with one goal in mind.

That idea seemed to dissolve the second you found yourself standing in front of his closed door. Any other time you would have walked right in, maybe with a knock out of politeness. However, tonight you hesitated, only for a moment to gather some confidence as you rubbed your palms over the slippery material of your dress once more.

It wasn’t that you were scared that you would find him on the other side of it, you were more anxious about what he’d do now that you sought him out. In all honesty, he was probably waiting for you, grinning to himself with that cocky arrogance you loved so much. He would be pleased with how turned you on he had made you from the night’s teasing.

You inhaled a large breath into your lungs before turning the knob and pushing the door in slowly, cautious as if he would jump out at you at any second. When you finally entered, you quickly realized he wasn’t even in the bedroom at all. You scanned over the dimly lit space, letting your feet carry you inside despite his absence.

You released a sigh of disappointment. Continuing to search for him and pretending to socialize was becoming a thing for you to dread. You wanted him all to yourself. Right here. Right now.

This room had become a familiar place with how many sleepless nights spent here. A part of you wanted to pull open the dresser drawer to fish out a worn band tee and crawl under the covers of his bed.

Would that cross that invisible line that you had yet discussed? The idea of him finding you tucked beneath the blankets and pulling you in his arms warmed your heart, but you resisted the urge.

You tapped your fingers along the surface of the wooden furniture, picking up various items of jewelry that sat in a porcelain dish.

The clicking sound of the door shutting behind you nearly caused you to jump out of your skin, as if you had been caught red-handed doing something you shouldn’t. You spun on your heels to see Jake leaning against it, drink in hand while staring at you with a look you couldn’t quite place.

One thing was for certain, this wasn’t the sweet, delicate side to him that you witnessed just a few minutes prior.

A switch had been flipped. A dial had been turned.

The smirk on his face said it all. And all you could do was stare and prepare yourself for whatever came next.

He was already moving towards you, taking slow, calculated steps to close the distance between you. The plastic cup in his hand tipped back to fill his mouth with the swirling amber liquid it held. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed.

“You really are a pet aren’t you?” He seemed to spit the taunt at you, looking you up and down as you watched him come closer. “Finding your way home like a lost puppy.”

You blushed at his teasing. The insulting comment should have flared any residual anger you had left, but it only fueled your burning need to have him between your legs. He was right, in a way. Wherever he went, you’d follow close on his heels if he’d let you. And when you didn’t know where else to go, you knew where to come. Obviously.

He was right in front of you now, smiling at your silence, amused by the fact that you didn’t deny his accusations. He brought the red cup to your lips, teasing the rim along your lips and cocking his head to watch the suggestive gesture.

“Should I get you a collar and leash as well?”

Your eyes fluttered at the image he had placed in your mind, and of course, he noticed. Jake chuckled at you before lifting the cup in his hand, tilting it just enough to let the smallest sip of liquor seep into your mouth. You immediately winced at the burn, but you definitely didn’t pull away.

He let out a pleased hum before departing from you, setting the drink on the dresser as he made his way to the edge of the bed. He sat facing you, and just as you took a step towards him, he stopped you in your tracks.

“Stop.” The command flicked from his tongue across his too-perfect teeth. “Kneel.”

“Jake-“

His hand raised to silence you, then dropped to his waist to unbuckle his belt, pulling it from the loops and tossing it on the bed beside him. Next was the button to his black slacks, followed by the zipper before his hand dipped below out of your sight.

He knew you wanted to be the one to do this for him. It seemed almost enjoyable to him as he watched you struggle to stand in your place, lengths away from him.

In a flash of a second, he had pulled his already hard cock from his pants and began to slowly stroke himself with a loose fist. You gasped at the sight before your eyes. It looked exactly the same as the time you last saw it, as if burned into your memory forever - perfect in every way as it twitched with his heartbeat. He went on as if he did not have your company at all, not bothered by your presence in the least bit.

You watched with your mouth hanging wide open in disbelief, “What are you doing?”

His eyes flicked up, breaking his concentration from his hand to meet yours, but he still worked over himself through the unwavering eye-contact. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t help the confused look pull your brows together as you stared back at him.

He huffed between the steady pumps of his fist, “You’re dressed like that for a reason, aren’t you? You’ve got my attention, so let me look at you.”

“Yeah, but-“

“I said ‘kneel.”

Even through the harsh command, his voice dripped endlessly with unbridled desire - smooth, yet leaving that signature burn, similar to the whiskey sitting in his glass.

That one word caused your legs to instantly buckle beneath you, sending your unprotected knees crashing into the hardwood flooring.

This was supposed to be a punishment for you.

He studied your expressions carefully, realizing that it was difficult for you to keep your focus solely on his eyes. When your gaze eventually fell to his moving hand and stayed there, a smile formed on his lips. It was becoming clear that you were enjoying this.

You clawed at the pattern of strings covering your thighs, clenching them together in impatience as the wetness between your legs grew, wishing that it was your hand stroking him instead.

Jake touching himself like this wasn’t something you had really seen before. Usually, the two of you were too preoccupied with each other for something like this to happen.

But it was an image you had pictured often, letting the mind wander from time to time thinking about what the scene might look like. You had even gone as far to hope he would think of you while he did it.

He didn’t disappoint you. However, there was a way he was pulling his hand over himself that made you question if it was a technique he used naturally when alone, or if he was mimicking the way you had touched him before.

Music from downstairs boomed through the house enough that you could still hear it muffled through the closed door. Despite the possible distraction, you were able to hear the soft moans leaving Jake’s mouth each time he twisted his hand around the tip.

“Crawl,” He ordered, pulling you out of your trance.

As humiliating as the act was, you chose not to defy him. You did as you were told, and shuffled one leg in front of the other, dragging your practically bare knees across the flooring with your guiding hands until you were positioned between his legs.

You placed a hand on both of his knees for balance as you sat before him. When you extended your arm, Jake caught your wrist with his free hand and yanked you forward, crashing into his chest and close enough that his lips hovered over yours.

The warmth of his breath fanned across your parted mouth, allowing you to smell the whiskey lingering on his tongue before you could taste it for yourself.

You only had a small amount to drink tonight but you felt drunk in his tight grasp.

“Jake…my lipstick.” You pulled back, well aware that it was a poor excuse to make. It wasn’t going to be the reason to stop you from going further. You just wanted to hear him mention how much it affected him one last time.

He let out a breathy chuckle, “I think that may be the point, sweetheart.”

The thought of marking him in black made your face flush with heat, and you were positive that your cheeks pinkened as a result. His talent to render you speechless was effortless, knowing just what to say and when to say it.

Your focus dropped to your hands trailing up his thighs, and he caressed under your chin, tilting your head up to look up at him. “Black really does suit you.”

With the compliment, you finally took him into your hand for the first time this evening. He groaned at the contact of your fingers wrapping around him, delicate and cool to the touch.

He felt so feverishly hot against your palm you were almost concerned. Your breath hitched as you felt how hard he truly was with each gentle pass of your hand over him. Each vein and detail felt more pronounced than times before.

Even though you could stay like this - just stroking him until his cum eventually drips over the ridges of your hand - you desperately needed to feel him elsewhere.

Jake noticed as you leaned down and swept your tongue across your bottom lip.

He leaned back on the bed on a propped elbow, letting a shaky breath rattle through his chest as he peered down at you. “I’ve been thinking of your lips wrapped around my cock all night.”

“Oh Jacob, how sinful,” you purred across the head that was beginning to leak with a bead of precum, emphasizing the word with a teasing lick. A string of breathy curses huffed from his chest as the warmth of your tongue wrapped around him. Especially when you buried him deep into the heat of your mouth without a single warning.

“Oh fuck!”

It was obvious that you had taken him by surprise with how quickly he shot back up to a sitting position. In the past, this was something you would work up to, teasing him slowly until you were able to take the full length of him. Tonight, though, you wanted to catch him off guard, just as he had been doing with his teasing.

You nudged him back, nestling the tip to the back of your throat all while suppressing the need to gag. His fingers weaved into the tresses of your hair as your drool began to spill around him. They tightened in an effort to pull you farther down than your limits would allow.

A tiny whimper escaped his lips as your tongue swirled around the thick base of his cock, tracing along the veins that ran up his length until you released him with a pop of your lips.

“You’re going to fucking ruin me doing that.”

You could only hope so.

“Can I record you, baby?” His voice was silken, enticing with its ability to convince you of anything he desired.

The question alone really didn’t shock you. Jake had taken pictures and videos of the two of you before, and with how you looked tonight, you should have anticipated it. The thought, paired with the way he asked made you blush with him still pressed against your tongue.

You hummed in thought, pulling him out of your mouth to look up as you continued to stroke him. “Why? So you can watch me while you jack off later?”

He let out a breathy laugh, and the sound graced your ears. The squeeze of your fingers sent his eyes rolling back behind heavy lids, “Something like that… fuck-“

The curse dragged out from his throat along with a slight buck of his hips. You stopped moving your hand to get his attention again, and you watched as his eyes fluttered open to look down at you.

“I just don’t want to forget this moment. You should see yourself-”

He cut himself off with a hand finding your chin, but this time his thumb wedged your mouth open as he leaned forward.

You’re obedient, knowing what’s to come.

He lets a pool of spit fall from his lips onto your waiting tongue. His fingers drag down the expanse of your neck just as you swallow the taste of him. With an approving hum, he guides you back to his eager cock without another wasted second.

You nodded, accepting his request. Although, you didn’t wait for him to dig his phone from his pocket before continuing to flick your tongue around that extra sensitive spot beneath the tip. He almost dropped his phone before he could hit the record button.

You put on a show for him. For this, it really wasn’t about the battle of gaining or losing control between you. It was a moment of experiencing his pure admiration for you.

Your hand worked what didn’t fit in your mouth as the bobbing rhythm of your head started to build in speed, feeding off the moans and pants that came from him. It was hard not to notice how the alcohol he had tonight had made him more vocal than he normally was with you.

You peeked up through wet lashes, right into the camera lens. He breathed your name and instantly tossed the phone to the side, eliminating the last distraction between the two of you.

He tugged at the horns from your headband poking through your hair, “Look at you… my little fallen angel.”

The praise made your heart flutter and an ache of arousal throb between your legs.

You lifted your head up and giggled when you saw the smudges of black lipstick smeared across his body. It was probably a mess across your face but neither one of you could care less at this moment.

Jake wrapped his hands around your biceps and pulled you up and onto his lap in a single, swift motion.

His lips connected with the delicate skin of your throat while his fingers danced across your back in search of the zipper to your dress.

You rocked your hips against him in the need for stimulation. The latex of your dress had been pushed up to your hips, exposing everything below it for him to explore. You thanked yourself for deciding to wear nothing but the tights underneath, because it was definitely paying off in your favor.

He grazed his teeth across your chest, leaving little nips to the skin as he made his way up to your lips. With one hand snaking into the hair at the nape of your neck, he pulled your mouth to his.

This wasn’t a gentle, loving kiss. It was frantic and unapologetic. Hungry as his tongue dove in a search for yours, tasting exactly as you remembered. The moan spilling from your mouth into his only spurred him on more.

His restless fingers found the tiny zipper and pulled it down the spine of your back, releasing you from the fitted garment. Before you could protest, he spun you so you were now laying across the sea of blankets.

The dress was tugged away from your chest and tossed to the floor. He licked across his bottom lip as his eyes raked down your body as he kneeled on the edge of the bed in front of you, drinking in every part.

His hands returned to your skin, roaming the expanse as he made his way back up. He didn’t hesitate to take your lips back into his, kissing you with the same passion that would take anyone’s breath away. You held him there, hoping that your grasp would keep him close to you for as long as possible.

When you felt him shifting above you, though, you knew your attempts were fruitless. He was rummaging in the nightstand beside you while you kissed, and soon enough, he pulled away from you to whisper in your ear.

“Remember our safe word?”

There was something in the way he asked, something so compassionate in his words, that made your heart ache. You nodded in response to him, your shaky breath keeping you from vocalizing yourself.

“And you know we stop whenever you want to?”

Again, you nodded. This time shifting so you could place a soft, pointed kiss to his ear.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Raise up for me. Just a touch.”

With the guidance of his hand on your cheek, you did as he said, sitting upright. You soon realized what he had been feeling around for just moments prior.

In his hands, he held a black, silken scarf. Not an object foreign to you, but something you rarely got to play with to the extent you wanted. He toyed with it in his hands, and after leaving a chaste kiss to your cheek, he had placed the fabric over your eyes. A meticulous tie was knotted carefully, and you were lying on your back once more.

With your sight taken from you, the things your remaining senses focused on drastically changed. It shifted to the soft sheets brushing against your bare skin, the recognizable sounds of Jake shedding the layers he previously had on, the changes in his breathing as he settles in between your spread legs, and even the smoky notes of his cologne mixing with the scent of his room flooding your nose.

You felt his hands skimming over your legs as he took his time to explore over your body. Aside from the harness still strapped across your chest, your tights were the only item of clothing still on you, and he was relishing in the feeling of them under his fingertips.

He massaged his thumbs into your hips with a firm pressure. You didn’t know where he was going to touch next, and it was driving you mad with each blind second. Fingertips traced the crease of your thighs before dipping down between your legs.

His fingers looped around the openings of your fishnets resting right over your aching core. It was similar to what he had done in the bathroom, but instead of simply admiring them again, he pulled suddenly, ripping them apart in the aggressive motion.

“Jake!” You scolded, only halfway seriously. Before you could continue, however, you felt a hand over your mouth.

You sensed him lean forward until his lips grazed against your ear, startling you.“If you’re gonna dress like a slut, act like it. Touch yourself for me, doll. I want to see it.”

Without protest, you trailed your hand down your belly at an agonizingly slow pace until you eventually came to your exposed clit. You felt him move against you.

Feeling emboldened, you reached out to touch him with your other hand. You half-expected him to swat it away again, but he didn’t.

You searched the air with open fingers until you were met with his bare stomach. He flexed as you traced over the details of his body, dipping lower to hold him again. Thankfully, he allowed it and started to rock his hips into the strokes of your hand.

You circled your fingers over your clit in unison with each twisting grasp you had on his cock, letting the rhythm build naturally.

“That’s it… just like that.” The sound was barely above a whisper. “I could just watch you all night.”

His hand traveled up your torso with the straps of your harness acting as a guide for his wandering fingers.

He felt over your bare breasts that were framed delightfully within the lingerie, giving them each a playful squeeze as he uttered the sweetened praise in a particularly gravelly voice, “I knew you could be a good girl for me.”

Good girl. There it is again.

Every day, you longed to hear the raspiness of his words fill your head. Now that you had them, it felt as though you were caught in the fog of a dream - all imagined behind the void of your blindfold.

As much as Jake had you figured out, you had also learned everything that made him weak. Your fingers tightened around him in such a way that sent him bucking forward with a lewd moan tumbling from his mouth.

It was the first real moment that revealed a chip in his control over you. After taking a second to regain his composure through your fit of giggling, he huffed, “Just when I thought I was going to be nice.”

You started to pull the scarf from your eyes and Jake stopped you before you could lift the fabric from your eyes. “Oh I don’t think you deserve that.”

You let your frustration slip out in a dissatisfied groan, “Please.”

Sure, you could bring yourself to finish without much effort, but that’s not what you wanted.

Jake chuckled at your impatience, but then shifted to his usual arrogant tone to taunt you, “Is the devil asking for forgiveness?”

He didn’t wait for a response before dragging the head through your folds, making sure to brush against your clit with each languid pass. He was taking his time with you tonight and you couldn’t decide if you loved or hated him for it. Without your vision, you were hyper-aware of every moment of contact his body made to yours.

“Jake…please,” you whined, the nature of it sounded pathetic as it cut through the air. He held himself right at your entrance without actually pushing into you, despite your needy pleas.

“Fuck. My name sounds so sweet coming from your pretty mouth. Say it again. I want to hear you beg for it.”

At this point you might have done anything to please him. His name rolled from your tongue over and over again like you had been stuck in a daze of lustful worship. You attempted to grab onto his arms, hoping that you could pull him to you closer somehow. Even with your hand wrapped around the forearm that was holding his weight on the bed as he hovered over you, he didn’t budge an inch.

“Tell me what you want.”

The possibilities seemed endless. Where could you even start?

You answered with the first thing that entered you head, “I need to see you.”

You had been so deprived of something you had taken for granted.

He lowered himself to your ear, allowing his long hair to tickle across your sensitive skin. Each featherlight touch of his full, pouted lips sent a rush of heat to your core, “If you want to watch me fuck you so badly, you’ll have to make a deal for it.”

He was still right there, pressing himself onto your pussy without actually slipping in. The predicament was enough to drive you crazy and cloud any thought that tried to enter into your head. He continued, “You can watch, but I will decide when you cum… if I let you.”

Before tonight you knew that wasn’t true. He hadn’t left you unsatisfied yet, but with the way things have unfolded for you this evening - you weren’t sure about that anymore.

You muttered under your breath in defeat, “Fine.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before pulling the silken blindfold from your eyes, tossing it to the side of the bed. The time needed for your eyes to adjust made you wince in discomfort.

Once you could focus on him above you, you felt the temptation to reach down and grab his phone buried in the bundle of sheets. Just so you could snap a picture to seal in the sight of him.

His eyeliner had started to smudge out under his lids. Black smears from your lipstick streaked in random patterns across his face and neck. His hair had become messy and tangled from needy hands. Dark, almost-black pupils were blown wide with lust with just a hint of pink pricking the height of his cheekbones.

You wanted to capture it, unsure if you would ever see him like this again. His golden skin radiated under the soft, warm glow of his bedside lamp.

He was breathtaking. Well, until that cocky grin flashed before you.

And because you just couldn’t help yourself from letting the words used to bait him fall from your stupid, bratty mouth, “Josh wouldn’t have taken this long to fuck me-”

Whack!

Jake’s large hand had connected with your cheek in an instant. An action he knew you liked from the times you had spent together, but this had still taken you by surprise. The hot, searing sting of him striking your face clouded your judgment even more than the feeling of his cock resting against your core.

He did warn you after all.

You weren’t really sure why you did it, but you reeled back and threw your hand out without another second to think twice.

Which you probably should have.

Your palm struck his left cheek with a loud crack!, way harder than even you had anticipated based on the pulsing sensation radiating throughout your hand.

Oh shit.

You could only stare at him. Motionless. Even though tears began to well up in your own eyes. His head didn’t move back from the slap you inflicted for several excruciatingly long seconds. He then brought his fingers up to his face to trace around the flesh that had started to redden from the harsh contact. You laid beneath him, stunned by your own actions, and desperately trying to gauge his reaction.

When his face finally turned so he could look at you, his mouth was hung slightly open in shock that you struck him like that. You couldn’t quite place the emotion stirring behind his darkened eyes, and just when you feared the moment between you had been destroyed, a grin started to pull at the corners of his lips.

You tested the waters by reaching out and his hands quickly snatched around your wrists - and with a force you should have expected - he thrusted them into the mattress above your head.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t welcome the dull pain of how tightly his fingers gripped around the skin, threatening to leave small bruises to remember him by.

Deep, heavy breaths blown through his flared nostrils fanned across your skin as he hovered directly over your face. You tried to squirm under his hold, but your resistance only made his hands tighten that much more around you.

The cold metal pendant of his necklace dragged along your heaving chest with the thin chain dancing over your throat when he finally broke the silence hanging between you. You trembled under his weight, and you felt the teeth of his smile when he noticed his effect on you.

You felt like a scared little rabbit, too frozen in fear to move from your spot. His voice was calm, pointed, yet smoky as it fluttered over your lips, “Josh wouldn’t make you feel as good as I do either, remember that next time.”

His parted lips brushed across your hot, flushed cheek until they met the shell of your ear once again, “Oh and you’re going to pay for that little stunt of yours.”

He broke from you to dig something else out from the bedside table, fumbling through the contents inside the drawer until he pulled out the item he was looking for.

There it was.

The sleek vibrator he had purchased to use on you the last time you were together in his bed. You couldn’t believe you had almost forgotten its existence.

The soft, satin black silicone brushed against your skin as he traced it down the center of your stomach, making you shudder from the sensation.

Of course you couldn’t forget the fact his cock was still pressed against your clit, throbbing and ready for you throughout all of this buildup. You rolled your hips to chase the need for him - desperate to finally have him where he belonged.

Jake clicked the button, spurring the simple, modest toy to life in his hand. He smirked in response to the rapid pulsations and pressed the edge of it directly to your clit, making you jolt from the intensity. Your muscles spasmed, causing you to clench around nothing, an emptiness that made you ache.

A ragged cry ripped from your chest. The pulsing vibrations of the toy - already set way higher than you were ready for- were causing you to writhe uncontrollably under his strong hold. Your nails dug into the flesh of his hand from the merciless rumbling against your bundle of nerves.

“Ah-Ah! Jake!”

He grinned, not caring that you were much too sensitive for this. He trusted the fact you would mutter that safe word if anything pushed past your limits.

He watched as you rolled beneath the vibrator, searching for the perfect spot for it to lay between your lips. Your orgasm was building rapidly within you, twisting and winding to the inevitable snapping point within minutes.

You believed there was going to be a second of reprieve when your body began to accept his form of delightful torture on you. One could argue that it was to your benefit when he gave into his own needs that had been burning beneath the surface of this facade.

He finally guided his cock into your pussy, slipping in so slow that it seemed like you were pulling him in inch by inch. Each little push into you was a depraved blessing, a feeling - a memory that would keep you awake at night for weeks to come.

Jake pressed the button again when he had filled you up to the hilt, only to increase the power setting on the toy, now that he was hidden in the safe warmth of you. The buzzing against your swollen bundle of nerves had you locking him in, tightening around his cock like a vice-grip.

“God, you are so fucking tight,” he groaned through gritted teeth as his eyes fluttered behind his weighted lids. Airy laughter escaped his throat, “I know you’re supposed to be from hell, but you feel like heaven, baby.”

You wished for this moment in time to stay forever. It probably was greedy with how badly you wanted it, and you felt like you didn’t deserve how incredible he made you feel. Over the time spent together, he had learned every detail of your body, studied every pace and angle that drove you wild, even remembering every word passed from his lips that sent you spiraling.

He sensed you were close from how you spasmed around him. He had long forgotten about your “deal”, throwing the notion that he was the one to decide this for you altogether.

Jake pressed a flat hand below your belly, “I can feel you, sweetheart. You’re right there. Just let go for me.”

That’s all you really needed despite him barely moving at all. It was just the way he stretched and filled you out as the vibrator hummed to your clit, paired with his coaxing words that pulled you into the blissful waves of your climax. His strong fingers dug into the curve of your hip as he was treading against the current above you, resisting the temptation to follow your release with his own.

Uneven panting pushed from his lungs during this internal battle he was fighting alongside you.

Once you barely had a minute to recover from your first high, he abandoned the gentle nudges and replaced them completely with harsh thrusts.

Jake’s hand found a new place wrapped around your throat, fingers pressed into the sides with a perfect, yet firm pressure as he snapped his hips relentlessly into you - feeling as if he had always belonged there.

“You make it so hard to be rough, you know that?” He grunted.

You wanted to respond. To ask what he meant but that, but you were too distracted by him.

A thin layer of sweat coated his lean frame, causing the surface of his skin to glisten under the light of his bedroom. Trails started to drip down the expanse of his smooth chest. Strands of his hair had even clung to his forehead and cheeks as it swung wildly in the air.

His eyes were clamped shut with thick brows knitting tightly together as he became lost - just overwhelmed by the feeling of you.

There was a fleeting moment of concern that you might pass out from the overstimulation ravaging your body. Fucked-out screams should have echoing form the walls of his bedroom with the way his cock slammed into your cervix repeatedly, but he was careful in keeping them quiet for only him to hear. You were beyond delirious as the circulation of blood became restricted to your head.

You nearly welcomed the risk, but just when you thought you might have to tap his hand that gripped around your neck, his fingers released from you to place a palm flush against your chest.

This is exactly what you had been craving this entire time. His touch. The duality of it. Perfectly rough with the right amount of aggression to excite you, yet still delicate and intimate when you desired it most.

“I missed you,” you blurted out now that your inhibition had been stripped from you through the course of an hour.

But you did. Painfully so. You missed his calloused fingertips grazing across the most intimate details of your body. You missed the intoxicating scent of being enveloped by him. You even missed the lingering sweet taste of his lips after he kissed you.

He slowed his movements upon hearing your confession, dropping his body to lay across yours. You take the opportunity to wrap your legs around his slender waist, securing him in this embrace with you. He hummed and ran an affectionate hand down the back of your thigh.

“I know you did, I know.” He nipped at the soft flesh of your cheek. “You thought about me a lot, didn’t you?”

You nodded listlessly against his sweat-dampened face, answering him in a fragile, breathless voice, “…yeah.”

He crooned melodically in your ear, the place quickly becoming a favorite of his, “I bet you played with yourself when you did, huh? Slipped those fingers in that pretty pussy of yours pretending it was me. Doesn’t feel quite the same now does it, baby?”

Your nails dragged across the length of his back as a pitiful cry tore from your chest and into the peak of his shoulder that was pulled between your teeth.

The unhurried roll of his hips never ceased given how his cock glided into you with your pooling wetness soaking him. It was too much to bear, and you were finding yourself so, so close to the edge.

“You should know by now that you can’t replace me.”

You wouldn’t argue. You both knew it. You couldn’t do it. A toy would never compare, and there wasn’t going to be another man in your life that could make you feel the way Jake does.

Your fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him into a kiss. His lips didn’t stay there long as he trailed the kisses across your cheek, along your jawline and down.

He mumbled something into the crook of your neck, and due to your current state you didn’t make out the words right away. But it would kill you to miss it. In a final effort to pull your focus to it, you caught the phrase being repeated under your ear in a hushed whisper.

“- I love you.”

What did he just say?

That couldn’t be right. It must have been your mind playing a cruel trick on you.

“I’m so in love with you, baby.” The admission was more deliberate this time. You weren’t mistaken.

His name choked back in your throat.

“Jake-“

He withdrew his lips from the tacky skin along your neck, and lifted your chin to direct your eyes to his.

“I mean it, Y/N.”

The rough, brazenness he has seemed to have with you was gone. It wasn’t a role he was playing. This was now purely him. Unfiltered, and unmasked as his gentle, caramel eyes looked into yours.

You didn’t need a second to think it over - to consider if you felt the same way. You have for a while now. Probably from the very first time you slept together if you looked back honestly.

Your fingertips flitted across his marked cheek, “I love you, too.”

Tension melted from his features and a breath of relief escaped him. His fear that this could have been one sided was gone, but the ability to hold back his own release went with it. His brows tipped up, and his hips finally faltered against you.

You pulled his forehead to yours as he succumbed to the throes of ecstasy. His body shook in your hold as frenzied, broken breaths coated your skin. You were peering over the ledge right behind him from your body being so in tune with his.

In a staggered final thrust, the addicting warmth of his cum spilled deep into you. Mantras of incoherent curses from the both of you filled the room, hanging over the mess of entangled limbs.

Usually, you were able to lay in silence with him after nights like these. You didn’t mind listening to the soft panting that slowly turned into slower, deeper breaths. You didn’t mind the sensation of his fingers tracing your skin, drawing invisible circles and spelling your names on the canvas of your skin. You didn’t even mind the emotional urges that came with being so vulnerable together. You could live there. Usually.

Now, though… everything felt almost uncomfortable. There had been so much said, so much left unsaid, that you couldn’t just sit there in silence with him. Your skin was burning with every swipe of his finger, and you tried to hide away from it, but it only made you nuzzle into him more. Your mind wasn’t mellowed, as usual, it was much too loud. A chorus of chanting questions begging to be answered.

If he loved you, why hadn’t he said so sooner? If he loved you, why was tonight the first time you had heard from him in weeks? Did he love you?

“Jake…” You were tentative in asking, but as soon as you said his name to get his attention, there was no backing out now. You swallowed before continuing, “Why didn’t I hear from you?”

His movements stalled, and you could feel his body stiffen just slightly. A deep breath was taken as he considered how to answer your question.

There were a million excuses he could make, as to why he stopped talking. He could tell you that he just got too busy, he could say that he had been exhausted, he could even say that he was waiting on you to just show up one day. But that wasn’t the truth.

“I- I broke our rules,” he settled on. His voice had become so little, so small that it was almost unrecognizable.

The sentence made you freeze, and anxiety immediately bubbled inside of you again.

Rules?

Had he… slept with someone else?

It was the easiest conclusion to come to, the simplest explanation for his answer. But it made your blood run cold. You opened and closed your mouth, hoping that eventually, words would come out. Instead, a simple, quiet question was all you could muster. “...What?”

He sighed. “Our rules,” he repeated, as if that was what you needed to be clarified. “We agreed to only have sex. Just sex. That’s all it was supposed to be…”

You were relieved that the conversation was going in a different direction, abandoning the fear that he had been seeing someone else. But you couldn’t help but feel a little defensive as he rambled on in reasoning. He wasn’t accusing you of anything, but right now, it felt as such.

“But god, Y/N,” he breathed. “It was more than sex for me. So much more. And I was afraid I’d lose you if I said anything.”

A hint of a smile made its appearance on your lips. The sincerity of his words made you blush, but you were still extremely confused. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“So you just… stopped talking to me?” It didn’t make sense to you. Why he’d retreat at such a time, when he claimed to love you much more than he let on.

“I didn’t say I was smart,” he said with a chuckle, kissing your head for good measure. “You make me incredibly stupid.”

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