#calvin: i can't fix him but i could fuck him.

[cervidaeic]

calvin is just a bundle of "i hate this guy so fucking much, i can't not fuck him" and that's that.

#smoking thoughts #like shower thoughts except these realisations come to me when i'm outside smoking and doing fuck all. #calvin: i can't fix him but i could fuck him. #(it will only benefit him. he needs to get his anger out). #(and maybe the other person. if he feels generous). #(who knows). #law log

[whereisten]

Promises

Part 1 | Part 2 | more coming soon

“I make no promises, I can't do golden rings, but I'll give you everything tonight”

Pairing: Mafia Leader!Jaehyun x female reader (cafe owner)

Genre: Friends to lovers au, fluff, smut and angst

Warnings: gun and violence mention, blood mention, stalking, unprotected sex, slight choking kink, slight impregnation kink, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, overstimulation

Word Count: 6.5k

((A/N: this is a short fic series inspired by the song “Promises” by Calvin Harris & Sam Smith. It's been some time! Y/N is now a bakery shop owner! I hope you enjoy this short series, I believe there will be four parts. If you're a jujutsu kaisen fan, the Geto version will be added to our ao3 :)))

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[2 Months Later]

It’s 10:30 PM, the chairs are up and you’ve just about finished mopping the floor. Jaehyun sighs and leans back into the driver’s seat of his car. He’d been watching you every night since he left. He couldn’t stand to not be near you, or to not make sure you were out of harm's way once you left work and walked home at late hours.

If he hadn’t messed up that night, if he hadn’t been vulnerable with you and given into his heart's desires life a selfish, touch-starved man, he would still have a friend. He could keep you company when you closed the bakery, and talk to you about everything. Just like the days before that night.

You lock the front door with your keys, and start your journey home. 

You sigh, dragging your hand bag over your shoulders and buttoning your coat. “Well, at least there’s no rain tonight.” Your eyes and legs are tired, and all you want to do is climb into bed and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate, maybe you’ll watch a movie. You put your headphones in and fix your hands into the coat pockets

You’re about halfway into your 25 minute walk when Jaehyun notices two men following you. As usual, he drives slowly, and without his headlights on the dark road so you don’t suspect being followed. The two men walked out of an alleyway as if they were waiting for you to pass them. Jaehyun’s brows furrow. He knew you couldn’t hear their steps because you were listening to music, but how couldn’t you feel their presence?

“Shit.” He grumbles, knowing that he will have to make himself known if he is about to stop these men.

2 minutes later and they still huddle together while walking behind you, however, you bop your head to a new song just released by your favorite k-pop group.

“Oooo I’ll have to add this one.” You say to yourself, adding the song to your Bakery’s playlist on Spotify. By the time you look back up, you see a car swerve right in front of you.

“Holy-“

“Get in!” Jaehyun unlocks the door of his coupe, which is now perpendicular to the sidewalk, blocking you in with no choice but to get in.

Your look of shock turns into one of disdain. You take your headphones out. “You’ve got some nerve.”

You walk in front of the car and flash both middle fingers before continuing home.

Jaehyun curses under his breath, swerving the car back into the street to drive beside you.

“Listen, let’s talk about it, okay? You just need to get in right now, I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t even know who you are.” You roll your eyes.

“Y/n! Stop fucking around! Get in!”

“Hey hey hey…no need to get aggressive, man…she said she’s not interested.” A strange voice says from behind you.

Before you can turn around to see his face, he drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders to stop you from walking any longer.

“Leave her alone…she told you to get lost.” Another man speaks, your eyes widen.

“You alright, sweetheart?” They turn to you, your heart begins to race as you get an immense feeling of dread.

Jaehyun quickly puts the car in park and jumps out. He walks towards them as they pull you back. “Get off of her.”

You reach out for him with pleading eyes. “J-“ you start, but you feel something circular pressing into the small of your back.

“Oh no, we’re saving her from you, she’ll be perfectly fine once you’re gone.” The man chuckles.

“Tell him to get lost or we’ll put a hole in you.” The other whispers into your ear.

You gasp and look back up at Jaehyun.

“Fuck off dude, you’re a creep. Isn’t he, sweetheart?” He presses it in more.

“I-I’m fine, just go away!” You look at Jaehyun in hopes that he will listen, one wrong move and it could be either of you with a new bloody hole to model.

Jaehyun lowers his hand and nods. “Okay.” He walks away and jumps back into the car. You feel a sense of relief, but it's short-lived as you are now subject to whatever these men want to do with you. You feel disappointment and despair. Did Jaehyun really give up on you that easily? Could he really abandon you in this moment when you needed him the most?

The men drag you back into a dark alleyway.

“Please! Leave me alone! Don’t kill me!” You beg for your life in hopes that they will just leave you alone, that they’ll have a sudden change of mind. But deep down you know they’ve been planning, they’ve finally caught a victim and don’t plan on stopping now.

They only laugh and tie your hands together behind you while you sob and plead.

“Quiet down, sweetie, you’ll live but only if you shut the hell up.”

One of the men says before throwing you into the brick wall. You grunt as you feel your back collide with the rough surface.

The man is about to say something else when you hear a sharp, high-pitched noise echo into the night. You shut your eyes, flinching when you feel blood splatter across your face.

When you open them you see the body of one of the men laid out right in front of you, a small hole in his forehead gushing out blood as his blank eyes stare at you. You scream, and the other man grabs your coat, yanking you in front of him before pressing a gun to your temple.

“Who the fuck is there?! I’ll shoot her right now!” He looks around anxiously.

The alleyway is completely dark, you can’t see anyone, but the man backs away thinking that the shot came from the right side.

He stumbles over his friend's body, releasing his tight grip on you in the process. You take it as your chance to run away. He tries to run after you, “Hey you bitch!, get back-“

Before he can finish, another shot goes off. The man lets out a blood curdling scream and drops to the ground. You quickly turn around, panting as you see his shadow finally come to light.

Jaehyun.

Your dark-haired savior walks slowly towards the crying man with a sniper gun in his hand. He lugs it around like it's nothing, but based on the length, noise, and precise shots, you know it’s heavy. You swallow hard as you watch his menacingly large figure create an engulfing shadow over the man.

As he walks under a street light that the man has dragged himself to, you see a completely unfamiliar look on Jaehyun’s face. He’s angry, no.. he’s outraged, and the dark glare in his eyes makes your heart race. Is it because he’s hot, or is it because he’s terrifying? You’re not sure.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t give the man a chance to beg. He cocks his gun and shoots his other kneecap. The man places both hands over it and cries out while laying on his back.

“No!! Please don’t! I’m sorry, we weren’t gonna hurt her!” The man cries out when he sees the grim face of Jaehyun looking down on him as he crawls away.

Jaehyun cocks his sniper gun again.

You finally snap out of your daze and run towards him. “No stop! Don't do this!” You yell out.

Jaehyun doesn’t respond to neither you nor him, he only aims for the crying man’s crotch area. He shoots him again and cocks his gun. The man struggles to back away from him as he aims it at his head. 

Jaehyun is so furious, not a word escapes him, he only feels rage and sees red. 

But just as he’s about to pull the trigger again, you jump onto the ground in between the gun and the man.

“Jaehyun! Stop! Please, he’s learned his lesson.” You pant, your arms till aching as they are tied behind your back.

“Move.” Jaehyun’s tone is dark, you don’t even recognize him.

You swallow hard, hoping you can get through to him. “Jaehyun..it’s not worth it, the police are gonna be here any second now, just leave.”

“I said move. I’m gonna blow his head off.”

“No! I won’t allow you to! This ends now.”

Jaehyun’s voice raises. “They put their hands on you! They were going to hurt you! They deserve nothing but pain!” 

“Yes! I agree, but you’ve done enough! Get out of here!”

Suddenly, police sirens start to get louder, it's as if someone called them after hearing the shots.

“Jaehyun..help me, please.” You look up with wide eyes, and finally, Jaehyun snaps out of it.

He finally puts his gun by his side and leans down to help you up. 

He looks back at the man and kicks his head hard, leaving him crotchless and bleeding out on the dirty ground alone.

The two of you run back to Jaehyun’s car.

 He helps you into the passenger seat before jumping in and speeding away.

“Jaehyun, what the hell! You–you just killed someone.” You cry as he drives maniacally to your place.

“Are you okay?” He ignores your panic.

“Okay? Okay?! No I’m not fucking okay, Jaehyun, I just witnessed a murder! There’s- there’s blood all over me!” 

Once at a stop light, he takes his pocket knife out and cuts your zip ties. 

“Are you hurt?” He asks as he examines your soft face and body.

You sigh and look into his worried eyes. Damn it, why did he have to look at you like you’re his world? “I’m..listen I’m fine, but what you did was not okay, you just killed-“

“It’s what I do y/n.” He says lowly, calmly, but with a scary tone. The light turns green and he continues driving. The street lights illuminate his sharp features and you feel your heart drop. The man you had a deep longing for lived to kill, and killed to live, that’s the reality of it. He had no regrets whatsoever after taking a human life.

This was normal for him.

His fist tightens around the steering wheel. Your eyes catch a glimpse of the thick veins in his arms. “If something happened to you..I couldn’t live with myself..I’m sorry you had to see that, but it was necessary.”

He looks at you then quickly looks away, hiding how his eyes started to fill with water. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. You’re just trying to get home after a long day of work. What if he wasn’t there to save you? What if he lost you? And he realizes once again why you two could never date. You’re nowhere near ready to see him for who he truly is.

You take a deep breath and relax into your seat, resting your elbow on the door. Your fingers shakily press against your temple as you look out of the window . “Jaehyun..you can’t protect me from the world..you can’t just hover around and follow me everywhere.”

“Why the hell not?” His nose scrunches.

You flick your head towards him. “Because you’re not my boyfriend! You yourself said you regretted ever meeting me, you never wanted to see me again, and yet, here you are swooping in like fucking Batman!”

Jaehyun clenches his jaw and abruptly parks his car outside of your apartment building. 

“I mean nothing to you..you should start acting like I don’t.” You look down at the floor and say sternly.

He sighs. “Y/n..I—didn’t..” he stumbles over his words as you sit there in silence.

You look back up at him, and he wants to hug you, he wants to hold you and get lost in your beautiful eyes. He takes a moment to breathe in your scent, still fresh and pretty after a long day at work. 

“What?” You watch him as he stares.

He sighs and looks out of the window. “You can get out now.”

You purse your lips and nod, tears threatening to escape. “...the next time I see you outside of my job, I’m going to call the police.” All this time, you knew he was watching. 

Jaehyun turns back to you with a puzzled expression. Night after night, you’d seen his black sports car parked a few feet away from the bakery. You knew he was there, and you never approached him about it. 

You look into his eyes before opening the door and stepping out. Jaehyun doesn’t protest as you slam the door and head inside.

Once he sees your apartment light turn on, he drives away, angry at himself once again. What if someone saw him with you? What if they knew he had a weakness and knew where that said weakness lived?

He lays in his bed after taking a hot shower and falls asleep quickly. 

“Jaehyun..”

“Hnnn..” His eyes struggle to open.

“Jaehyun..baby.”

“Yes…hmmm.”

“Need you..” 

Jaehyun hears your soft voice and feels your warmth. He opens his heavy eyes to see that he’s back in his car. This time he’s in the backseat with you beside him. 

“Y/n..” He rubs his thumb over your cheek to check if you’re really there. You lean in and look into his eyes before kissing him deeply while closing your eyes. 

 Jaehyun turns his head and groans into your mouth as his tongue traces over your smooth lips. Cherry. The same cherry balm he tasted when kissed your lips the first time. 

The hunger in his chest grows, he grabs you by the waist and brings onto his lap, your arms still tied behind you as you moan. He handles you like it’s nothing, pushing your skirt up your hips and to your waist before pulling you down harder onto him. 

He releases your lips finally, a string of spit dropping down your chin as you whimper. He pulls his pocket knife out and quickly cuts the fabric of your underwear, a move that has your skin riddled with goosebumps in no time.

He looks at the knife, thinking about how he should also cut your zip ties, but also thinking of how he doesn’t really want to. Something about you being bound, restricted, and doomed to ride him until you swelled with his offspring made everything hotter to him.

He looks up at you while brushing his fingers over your opening. It's silky with your essence, already building just from your kiss. You throw your head back and start to grind onto them as he teases you. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, gazing up at your angelic face. He swears he’s already in heaven.

His fingers finally enter you, a high-pitched moan escaping you once you feel them stretching you out. 

“I-I’m ready!” You move faster, finding it hard to hold back as you’re so wound up already.

He pulls his fingers out and wraps his arm around you to guide you down onto him. “Good girl…almost there.” He whispers while watching you take him in.

The sight is so satisfying, he doesn’t know if he’ll last all night. You gasp once his tip kisses your sweet spot, but you continue to move up and down like you did with his fingers.

You move easily, your essence and his pre cum being all the lubricant you need to fit him inside repeatedly. He groans, rubbing his large hands along your thighs.

“So—good, I can’t” You struggle to move steadily with your arms tied behind you, you’re close, but getting weaker. You close your eyes as tears escape.

He tilts your chin, forcing you to open your eyes and look down at him. “Don’t slow down, baby, you want me to fill you up right? Well, keep going.” He chokes you slightly as you whimper. 

“Yes..please cum with me..” 

He could see your breasts bouncing under your button down dress shirt from work, he could see them pop open one by one as you bounced faster. And your pussy, so warm, so tight around him. He can feel his tip twitch as you clench around him, threatening to coat your walls at any moment now.

“Oh my.. GodI!” Your head falls back. Sweat runs down into the crevice of your breasts. He grabs your waist with both hands, taking over to slam you down onto him at a faster pace. He thrusts into you aggressively, chasing after a high that he knows he’ll remember well after tonight.

If you thought you could drop him after this, you’d be so wrong. He’d never been happier, never been hungrier, never been more anxious to fuck someone into oblivion like this. He could keep going if you let him. He’d have to recover quickly just so he can do it all over again in minutes, it would be difficult, but it’s not impossible.. He had to do it for you.

“Cum for me, baby, I know you want to....yes good girl, so tight for me.” He pants, his voice is gravelly.

“Jaehyun!” You cried out one final time before his eyes flew open. 

No. 

Jaehyun looks up at his ceiling and feels his bed under him. It’s wet with his sweat.

His chest is heaving and his dick is painfully hard, sticking straight into the sheet above him. “Shit. It felt so real.” 

He closes his eyes and rounds his fist around his dick to relieve himself, still imagining you clenching around him so beautifully while in his car.

He groans and wipes his forehead once he’s done. “This is gonna be hard.” He knows he should respect your wishes to not see him again, but deep down he knows he will have to. He knows he’s in too deep, and letting go is impossible at this point.

[One Month Later]

Jaehyun tries to let you go, he doesn’t watch you anymore..well, not every night at least.

He told himself he was getting better, and if “getting better” included installing a tracking device on your cell phone to follow you instead of watching you outside work, then yes, yes he was “getting better.”

A guy in his gang that acted as a hacker sent a virus to your phone through a text message pretending to be a K-pop album sale link. And just as he expected, you got too excited and clicked it without thinking. By the time you realized it was a scam, it was too late. He was in. You shrugged your shoulders and went about your day like nothing happened.

He didn’t track you every day but just knowing that he could when he wanted to was enough for him.

He had just welcomed a shipment with his guys, when he decided to take a break and check on you. His brows furrow when he notices you’ve stopped by a particular place between home and work once again. What could this place be? A new friend? Or.. a new man? No, you wouldn’t do that to him..or would you?

He jumps into his car and tells his guys to finish everything up before speeding away.

When he gets to his apartment, he looks the address up and finds that it’s an apartment building that belongs to a wealthy banker.

He bites his lip as he contemplates what on Earth you could want with a banker.

He relaxes into his computer chair and shrugs it off. He shouldn’t be intruding like this, it isn’t right. He’ll let you handle whatever it is you’re doing. It must be important and necessary. So he doesn’t let it bother him…that is until one day when you have a date with the man.

He watched you go out with the banker that aged you by at least 15 years. You wore a gorgeous red silk dress and did your hair up. Your skin looked immaculate and your smile shone brightly in the dim lighting of the restaurant. He watched from outside, holding himself back from marching in there and crashing the date. If Mr. Bank thought he was gonna get lucky tonight, he was very wrong.

You smile and laugh with him so much, Jaehyun can’t take it any more. He drives away.

A few hours later, you enter your apartment and kick your heels off. You shimmy your coat off before walking into the kitchen to get yourself some water. 

“Where were you?” A deep voice asks from the shadows of your kitchen.

You jump up and walk backwards. “WHO-“

Jaehyun steps out with arms crossed and knitted brows. His hair is styled back to reveal his forehead, and grey shadow rests under both eyes like he hasn’t slept in days.

He still looks handsome though, his black T-shirt clinging onto his toned biceps.

“Jesus Christ!! Jaehyun WHAT THE HELL?” You quickly turn the light switch on then turn to your handbag, fumbling around for your pepper spray.

“It’s 3 fucking A.M. and you’re just now getting home.” He tilts his head, confused as to why you act like he’s intruding.

Your mouth falls open, the audacity of this man.

“Are you crazy? That’s it, I’m calling the police.” You reach for your cell phone in your bag, but as you search for it, Jaehyun walks up to you and grabs your wrist.

He quickly places your hand behind your back and backs you into the wall.

Your eyes widen as he towers over you. 

“Answer the question first.” He grumbles, looking down on you like you’re some kind of criminal that’s been caught stealing.

You shake your head and gasp. “I don’t have to answer to you! I’m a grown woman!”

Jaehyun smirks as his eyes trace downward, floating from your lips to your neck and finally to your pronounced cleavage.

“This is a really nice dress, y/n, did he like it?” His eyes are filled with fire and jealousy. He looks almost disgusted as he thinks about you giving your body to someone else.

Your eyebrows raise. “You’re still following me? You’re insane!” You struggle to pull your hand away, but you pound against his chest with your other hand. He quickly grabs it by the wrist and places it above your head, like it’s nothing. His neck cranes down to get closer to your face.

“Let me go!” you yell. 

He shakes his head. “Not until you answer me.”

“Somebody help me!”

He can’t help but chuckle. “Even if someone comes, do you really think they can help you? Do you want to watch another person die, y/n?”

You swallow hard, and even though he is frightening at this moment, you feel hot and lustful with the amount of power he has over you.

“What’s your problem? First, you say you regret meeting me, and now, you’re following me every day! I can't keep doing this! So what if I moved on? Yeah I fucked another man, now what? You gonna kill me?”

Jaehyun flips you around so he’s pressed against your back and you’re pressed in with both hands held by him.

You grunt as your cheek hits the wall.

Jaehyun leans into your ear and whispers. “Mr. Bank loves that cheap cologne on his dresser. I see him use it every day. But it’s funny because I don’t smell it on you. And that’s how I know you’re lying.”

Chills run up your spine.

“W-we took a shower together, did you forget that I like doing it that way?” You smirk. Jaehyun’s grip tightens as he becomes even more infuriated.

You were lying, but you liked to see him get riled up, maybe just maybe, he’d leave you alone so you could forget about him, so you didn’t have to touch yourself to the thought of him, so you didn’t have to look at the empty chair in your bakery in hopes of seeing him there one night.

“You’re intent on pushing my buttons..even with you pressed up against the wall..even with your hands behind your back. Aren’t you afraid of how bad it’ll get for you?” 

You chuckle. “Are you threatening me because I just had the best sex of my life?”

Jaehyun picks you up off of the wall and lays you down onto the counter face first with a hard push.

“The best huh?” He flips the bottom of your dress up to expose your ass in your thong. He then taps two fingers against your clothed folds, you jump slightly at the unexpected contact. “And yet..your panties are still intact and you’re walking just fine.” 

He continues to rub his fingers against you, pressing them in just barely. You whimper quietly. “Your skin is cold. Your thighs are dry and you’re reacting to my simple touch. You smell like you did the first time like grapefruit and berries..seems to me you’re just as untouched as the Virgin Mary.” 

Jaehyun whispers so deeply, you can’t help but grow wet. Damn it, he really knew you like the back of his hand.

“And if it was the best, why were you able to go back to your place? Why didn’t you just sleep there in hopes for round two?” He still drags his fingers in and out, teasing his digits along your opening by pushing them in slowly.

“Unlike you, he begged me to stay tonight but I told him “no, I have to be at work in the morning.” You let out, you try to have a sturdy voice as you slowly unreel from his long fingers.

“Please, y/n, the more you lie, the longer this will take. You’re not the whore you claim to be..” he whispers against the back of your neck, giving you chills once more, but you shake them off and speak strongly.

“You don’t know me! I did unimaginable things with him tonight!” You wiggle to try to escape him, but the strong 6-foot something man doesn’t budge.

“Oh is that so? Show me.” He leans back and presses your wrists down with one hand while unbuckling his belt with the other. He then ties your hands behind your back with it and steps back. He sits at your dining table and waits for you to walk over.

“I’d need my hands, Jaehyun.” You roll your eyes.

“Come on y/n, see how much you can do without them..” he taps his thigh.

You sigh and walk over to him. Why did he have this control over you? What if he just ends up leaving again?

“I shouldn’t do anything for you, you’re cruel.” 

Jaehyun’s low eyes trace over your body in the red silk dress as you walk over to him. “But are you doing anything for me, per se? No baby, you’re gonna use me to satisfy yourself after a disappointing date.”

His hands can’t help but find your waist. He forces you down onto his thigh but doesn’t do anything other than look into your wide eyes.

You look onto his neck and broad shoulders, you smell his simple and fresh cologne. You wish you could run your hands through his full head of hair and intertwine your fingers on it as you go dizzy.

He lets your waist go. “Or...you can just sit here and tell me you hate me. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, you know that.”

Your mouth falls open as you look at his lips.

“Go on..I’m listening.” He leans back and tilts his head slightly, looking down onto you with those low bedroom eyes. His gaze makes you tremble.

You’re so turned on from his touch, you continue moving against his thigh. He’d gotten you this far, why not finish it?

“I hate you because you won’t leave me alone. You send mixed signals. One day you want me, the next day you say it’s unrealistic to be with me. Make up your damn mind.” The friction of his thigh against your opening makes you light headed, but you push on.

“Before we do this again..I need to know what the hell you want from me, do you want me in your life or not?!”

“Y/n..of course I want you in my life...it’s just not safe for you..”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’ll be fine.”

He shakes his head. “I answered your question, you should answer mine..why are you home so late? What business do you have with that man?” He clenches his thigh and the sudden action makes you moan and shut your eyes tightly, you move faster.

“Jaehyun...it’s none of your business.”

He knew you were trying to get close to the bank manager so you could get another loan for your business, you needed to make improvements in the kitchen, decorations, flooring etc. and the money you made wasn’t cutting it. You figured that if you could find the right man to seduce, maybe you could get what you needed quickly.

Jaehyun knew this because he had seen the Google searches on your phone that went from “how to get a loan.” to “how to best seduce a man.” Hence, the red silk dress you wore, the glam hair, the intoxicating perfume that was quickly seducing even him as well, the high heels you wore to bring out your curves, and of course, the bra that made your cleavage noticeable to even the stars above.

“..let me protect you..and I’ll give you everything you need.” He kisses your neck and whispers into your ear while bringing one of your straps down your arm. He starts to kiss your shoulder.

You move faster on his thigh, swiveling your hips as his grip becomes tighter. “..that’s easier said than done..I want...I need to be completely yours, I don’t need a bodyguard.” You whimper and moan as he sucks your neck. Sweat builds onto your forehead.

“I don’t need your protection, I need your love.” You say breathily before finally releasing on his thigh. You rest your head on his shoulder, trembling while feeling your legs weaken.

He looks into your wet eyes and caresses your cheek while zipping down your dress with his other hand.

He then yanks your dress down to reveal your hard nubs. His hands cup your breasts, massaging them before tracing his thumbs over the peaks. “So beautiful, and only for me.”

He sucks them one by one, caressing them with one hand as the other grips your thigh, hard, so hard you know you’ll be sore for days. You groan in pain from his fingertips pressing in deep, and if your hands weren’t tied behind your back, you would’ve pushed him away.

He doesn’t let up, guiding your body forward and backward so you continue to leak all over his sweatpants. “Jaehyun!” You cry out in sensitivity, you cum again easily but he doesn’t stop. He won’t let you go, he continues to flick his tongue against your breasts. Your back arches, your clit is stimulated once more by his thigh, but it isn’t enough. 

He lifts you up easily and lays you down onto the table. He wants to make use of his time with you while you are bound, so he slowly drags your thong down your legs before throwing it to the side.

“Stay still..” he commands as your legs wiggle in an effort to get away from him. You whimper as he presses his fingers and thumbs into your thighs to spread you further apart.

He licks and sucks your clit as his fingers dive in deep. Your entrance, already sopping but welcoming him nonetheless. Your back arches again. “Jaehyun!” You cry out as you watch him devour you. His dark eyes lock with yours as he groans.

The tip of his tongue traces over your sweet spot as you throw your head back. You cum again, struggling to break out of his belt and grab his hair. He doesn’t stop, licking up everything that escapes as tears escape your eyes.

“Please.. I can’t- slower.” You plead, but he doesn’t care. He wraps his arms around your legs to keep them open and fixed around his head.

“Mmmm you taste so good, baby, and you’re all mine.” He chuckles then flattens his tongue against you.

He wants to make up for all the time he’d lost with you, he wants to consume you forever, to taste what he’s been craving all his life. He eats you out until you’re begging him to stop. Your wrists are tired of fighting against his belt, you try to kick his shoulders away again, but he simply smirks and grips your ankles tightly. 

“Don’t disobey me like that again, sweetheart.” His eyes dark and threatening as he looks up through his lashes.

You can’t stop moaning as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches, threatening to snap completely.

He finally finishes when he’s had enough. He stands up from the chair, flipping your body over and lifting one of your legs over the table. He pushes the waistband of his pants down, releasing his hard member and grabs your waist. He runs his cock against your slit, parting it slightly with the head to gather your slick. 

“Gonna be a good girl for me right? Gonna follow my orders and cum when I tell you to?” He asks lowly.

“Yes! Yes..Jaehyun..I need-“

He pulls you into him, your ass shakes as you moan. The angle created by one leg lifted drives you crazy as he pushes himself deeper and deeper. You can’t stop yourself from clenching.

“Fuck..so good..cum with me, don’t let anything escape..I wanna see you hold it in for me..”

He buries himself in deep with each stroke, allowing you to feel every judge and vein as he runs his dick against your velvety walls. The table shakes with each thrust, he groans when he feels you clenching again. He moves faster, pressing his hand into the small of your back to keep you still. 

“Yes, don’t..stop!” You release onto him and chant his name as he moves in and out slowly.

“That’s it..such a good girl for me..” he rubs your clit to coax another orgasm out of you despite you being sensitive. 

You can feel his abs on your back, you can’t take anymore. You open your hands and try to push him away. He pushes in deep to make you squirm. “Give me one more, okay..you’re my slut tonight, gonna do whatever I say, right?”

“Jaehyun!” Your hands fail to apply any pressure.

He chuckles. “Are you disobeying me? Tsk tsk..you act like you can’t take it, yet you’re gripping me like it’s yours..”

He rubs his fingers in circles with more force and you can feel your essence dripping down your legs continuously now.

He thrusts faster and harder, the entire table moves as he pounds you like there’s no tomorrow. “Cum with me..cum with me right now..I’m gonna fill you up so you don’t forget who owns this pussy. so full..so warm, you’ll never give it to anyone else, that’s a fucking order, understand?..”

You can’t think clearly, you become dizzy. 

Jaehyun grabs your waist tightly to slam your ass against his pelvis and reaches his other hand around your throat to choke you. “Y/n! Do you understand?!” 

You struggle to breathe,  but nod and cum again. ”y-yes! Yes, oh my god!”

A loud groan leaves him while his movement stutters. He collapses on top of you as he empties himself finally.

After a few minutes, he sits back into the chair, turns you around and brings your limp body onto his lap as you pant. He holds you close by wrapping you in his arms, tracing his fingers delicately against your spine. 

“Jaehyun..just let me love you..please.” You rest your head onto his shoulder.

He does love you, everything about you makes him ache, you make him soft and remind him that he has a heart. He’d let his mind wander too many times, he let himself think of a world where the two of you could live together, have a few pets, get married, have kids..all sorts of “regular” things.

But love? Jaehyun is left speechless, he doesn’t know what to say, but he also doesn’t want to break your heart again. He was beyond worried for you. He unbuckles his belt from your wrists and helps you up.

He stands the both of you up then sits you back down. He looks down at you as you wait for his answer with pleading, wet eyes.

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” He fixes his pants.

You stand up on wobbly legs, take his head into your hands and kiss him hard. “You don’t have to be sorry, just give us a chance.” You say once you break the kiss.

He kisses you back before pulling away “I can’t.” 

Your mouth falls open in shock. “What exactly am I to you? Just a quick fuck and nothing else? Just tell me!” You turn away from him.

He feels his heart break again. “No! No..you’re much more than that..it’s-“

You turn back to him. “What? What the hell is it, Jaehyun?”

“I-I don’t know, I have to go.” He can’t look into your eyes anymore.

“No..don’t.” You grab his hand and tug him back. “Not again.”

“Y/n..I’m ....” he closes his eyes and shakes his head, keeping you from seeing the tears in his eyes. Why was he getting emotional?

The truth was Jaehyun had heard those exact words before. 

“no..don’t” 

It was the last thing his mom said to him. He was 16 and hell bent on doing his own thing. He ran away from home and decided to live a life of crime. He was stupid and broke her heart in the process, leaving her to die at home alone a few months later. At 12 years old, he had made a promise to protect and care for her when his father abandoned the two of them to take care of his other family.

Jaehyun needed to make more money and by the time he was 16, his friend offered an opportunity to make more money than he could ever imagine. It’s what he needed to do for himself and his mom, or at least that’s what he thought at the time. He didn’t know that all his mom wanted was for him to be safe and to grow up as a hardworking man she could be proud of. He disappointed her..and he feared he’d disappoint you too one day.

You sigh and let him go. “I don’t hate you Jaehyun, I just don’t understand you..”

He turns away from you to not show weakness once again. “I wish I understood myself, I wish I didn’t hurt you.” He leaves, slamming the door shut as you sink down into the chair.

#nct #nct 127 #nct au #jaehyun #nct mafia au #jung jaehyun #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #nct smut #jaehyun x you #jaehyun x reader #nct imagine #nct blurb #jaehyun imagine #jaehyun blurb #nct ff #jaehyun moodboard #nct fics #nct fanfic #jaehyun au #kpop mafia au #nct romance #nct moodboard #jaehyun mafia #nct boyfriend #nct scenarios #nct reactions #nct timestamp #jaehyun scenario #jaehyun gif

[skyland2703]

Write for 15 minutes without deleting anything

Taking this opportunity for CalPresto Smut (maybe its a liil OOC but who cares) because man oh man did I need an excuse to start this~ Fine tuned and actually finished version on Ao3

"I don’t know how to swim—"

"you can wear a swimsuit and sit at the corner of the pool, if you want" Preston had laughed at Calvin's pathetic excuse to not get out of the hideous sweatpants he was wearing, "we're cheering you up, and you're going to do as I say"

"What do you mean—"

See, Calvin and Hayley had broken up as an aftermath of Hayley leaving Calvin for Sarah, and that had come as a great shock to Calvin. Calvin had spent the last eight days cooped up in his little hostel room, with nothing but ice cream, chips and pizza to survive on, hadn't even showered, hadn't even changed his clothes. The post-breakup depression was hitting him right in the gut, and Preston finally decided it was time for him to pull his best friend out of depression, and maybe cheer him up. He dropped by Calvin's room, and tricked him into opening the door by pretending to be a pizza delivery guy, then once inside, he refused to leave, until Calvin left with him. He made him take a shower— he did not invade into the shower, as much as he'd have liked to— dug out a clean change of clothes for him, (the boy lived in a BARN, by the looks of it. Everything had something or the other spilled on it, goddamnit) and then pushed him out of the room, with him grumpily mumbling curses on Preston for dragging him out of his little hideout.

"where are we going?"

"My place"

That should've been enough of a clue for Calvin, but it wasn't. Preston's dad was one of the leading industrialists of the state, and Calvin knew Preston lived in a fucking mansion. He didn't expect to find himself in a summerhouse atop a hill bordering the suburbs of los angeles, for grid's sake, HOW RICH WERE THESE PEOPLE with pretty lights, and an even prettier pool.

Preston had been obsessed with pools since he had been a little child. Calvin had been Preston's best friend since they had been eight, and he knew that very well. He also knew Preston never really minded that Calvin never got into the pool with him, but he always liked having him around. He believed a little bit of water could fix anyone's mood.

Once at the summerhouse, he'd strictly advised all the staff to not wander around the pool section, and the old and ancient butler had waved his hands and said, in a very Batman's Alfred-esque style, "Yes, Master Preston. Not one servant shall disturb your pool time"

Preston had then tugged at Calvin's hand, and dragged him into the changing room, tossed a pair of swimming trunks at him, bright lemon yellow, and pulled on a pair of dark blue ones for himself. Calvin had protested, with a "I don't know how to swim—", but Preston had interrupted, telling him he could just put them on, and sit with his feet dipped in the pool.

Calvin thought about the idea, it seemed appealing, and he was about to protest, once again, on the grounds of "I’m feeling sad! I don't want more water induced depression because I can't swim!" but five minutes later, when Preston emerged from the changing room, Calvin found his cheeks heating up. He bit his lip, as his gaze flicked over Preston's chiselled abs, the sweat covered, glistening muscles, and the very, very obvious bulge in his trunks. Preston had been hiding quite a few things under that oversized magician's coat, all this time, Calvin wondered, a part of him felt attracted to what he saw, but another part put a full stop on that, yelling at the top of its lungs, "THAT'S YOUR BEST FRIEND, YOU DOOFUS, LOOK RESPECTFULLY—", but who was Calvin to listen to that annoying voice in his head? Calvin gulped, and immediately ran into the changing room, all excuses about not swimming forgotten, and as he walked out, having changed, he found Preston waiting for him, with a broad, dorky grin on his face, "Hey Cal! ready for some pool fun?"

Calvin shrugged, "whatever you say, dude, whatever you say"

His eyes just flicked back and forth from his shoulders to his ass that was hidden in his swimming trunks, as the erstwhile Blue Ranger led him towards his private pool, Calvin's heart racing around in his chest, as if it were the end of the world.

He listened to Preston, and sat along one of the edges of the half moon shaped pool, his feet dipping into the cool water, just where one of the jets were, which Preston switched on for Calvin to enjoy, and then dove into the water himself. Calvin watched in awe, as Preston glided along the water effortlessly, cutting through it like a knife through butter, swimming, pedalling though... And meanwhile, Calvin sat, struggling to control his thoughts from wandering in many, many directions....

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, the hormones being a little too out of control, seeing his best friend being so... slick.... and he yelled, "PRESTON! TALK TO ME I'M BORED!" he didn't know how else to divert the other man's attention, but this seemed like a nice enough way.

Preston heard him, and stopped in his tracks, standing up in the middle of the pool and turning towards Calvin. Then he dove into the pool again, and swam towards Calvin like a predator shark towards its prey, and Calvin sat rooted to the spot, watching Preston make his way towards him. He didn't expect Preston to come up between his legs, but that was exactly what Preston did, resting both arms on his thighs, and placing his chin on their intersection, holding himself up between his legs, his elbows digging slightly into Calvin's soft flesh.

"yes, Cal, I didn't bring you here to get bored, did I? So, what's up?"

Calvin tilted his head, and eyed the man in question, who looked a little less hotter with the swimming cap and goggles on. That was a vibe killer, and so, Calvin, with one smooth motion, tugged at the cap and pulled it away, followed by the goggles, and tossed them to a side, and grinned at him, as his wet hair fell flat across his face, his dark skin glistening with the water droplets, shining in the California sun.

"Nothing much. Just... chilling"

"The water is very... wet... bro" that elicited a laughter from Calvin, which turned into a nervous chuckle, as he realised Preston's eyes were now obseriving towards the bulge in Calvin's yellow swimming trunks.

A bulge that was growing even more, thanks to Preston's close proximity.

"And sitting out here is... very hard" was he trying to flirt? he was trying to flirt. He was bad at flirting.

"Maybe I can help with that" Preston wriggled his eyebrows, "if you don't mind, that is"

"Is that why you asked me here?" he almost laughed, turning redder than a tomato. Preston grinned at him cheekily, "I asked you here so I could bring you out of those break-up blues" he did a ridiculous eyebrow slant at Calvin, that had the blonde boy doubling over in laughter, and just as he did, Preston pushed himself up, along with the buoyant force of the water, palms hitting his thigh as he used them to hoist himself up, and crash his lips against Calvin's.

Calvin's first response was shock, initially, not knowing what was happening with him, but then he realised Preston was kissing him, and his next immediate response was kissing him back. All worries of the world forgotten, Calvin kissed him back like he was the last thing left in the world. Seconds later, the kiss was over, and Preston was back on his initial position, hands on thighs, chin on hands, and a broad smirk on his face.

"Did you like that, Cal?"

Calvin nodded, speechless, breathless, and Preston eyed his boxers again, "I think you really liked it" he teased. Calvin's eyes widened as he realised what Preston was referring to, and before he could protest, one of Preston's hands was on Calvin's crotch, and pulling down the elastic of his swimming trunks, and then without a warning, grabbed onto Calvin's cock, which was already fully hard. He smiled goofily, as Calvin squeezed his eyes shut.

“You little fucker.” Calvin moaned, opening his eyes.

“Uh huh,” Preston mumbled, eyeing Calvin, “Would you let me suck you off?” he asked, palming his cock, getting Calvin off.

“I would like that.” Calvin groaned, running a hand through Preston's hair, and the guy in blue trunks leaned his head on one of Calvin's thighs, just staring up at him, making comfortable eye contact.

This was going to be fun.

#i cheated i wrote for like two hours #the paper thin plot for smut is a must #pwp #calvin maxwell #preston tien #calvin x preston #calpresto #power rangers #power rangers ninja steel

[royalkay23]

New story: hope y’all like it☺️

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I draw closer to him with his hand on my chin, lifting it forward before pecking me on the lips.

"I feel like we're back in high school with this sneaking around, baby." I began to laugh after what I said. He snickers at my comment, but sadly it's true. Occasionally, he would pop back into my head, and I would somewhat go crazy. But I couldn't deal with him anymore because of college and his "girlfriend." He looked me in the eye while holding my chin between his thumb and index finger. "You know, you never really left my mind."

I start to question him on what he's attempting to say. I laugh it off in disbelief.

" Yeah, right, Corey, every time you saw me, you either ignored me or gave me a stank, and I mean STANK ass look on your face."

I slowly back away from him at a slight distance.

"Don't come up in here telling me bullshit to make me feel good, THINKING we good and cool, when you wouldn't even say a word to me those times we ran into each other in the O."

He stayed silent while slightly staring me down.

" You had a look of absolute disgust with me, and that shit never sat right with me."

I then began to come to a realization slowly, but before I could even say anything, he interrupted me.

"I never meant to make you feel like that. I could've come and talked to you, Even When you were just a couple of feet away from me; I couldn't ever bring myself to do it."

I scoffed, and the exact bullshit I told him NOT to say to me, he just told me. "You know what, I can't keep doing this with you." I began to get my things and walked towards the closet door.

" I have been as kind and understanding to you, even AFTER I told you how I felt about you after you ghosted me from the first time we ever had sex, from you saying or WANTING to date my friends, and yet, you constantly overlooked me in being more than a friend to you and MORE than a friend with benefits."

At this moment, all I see is red and rage that I had to bury how I felt not to show any hurt.

"I had strong feelings for you, but you NEVER gave us a chance. And now I'm here—In this beautiful dress— in a FUCKING broom closet...With YOU."

I stopped and gathered my thoughts before saying my last words to him.

"Corey...I'm done! I can't keep sneaking with you. We graduated ten years ago, and we're 28 & 29, sneaking around hoping no one will see us like we're still Fucking teenagers. At this point, WHO CARES? If we're seen, we're GROWN. I want to be shown, not hidden, and I DESERVE every bit of it. I cannot keep this up with you & I REFUSE to be hidden by the likes of someone like you."

I make my way to the door and exit out, fixing the straps on my dress before entering back into the ballroom. I heard him repeatedly call my name, but I continued to look forward and walk away in shame, thinking about how our whole dynamic was with one another.

Silk- Let's Make Love comes on throughout the ballroom speakers. I return to my table with Mehlani and her husband, Calvin, before sitting down. I slowly started to feel my eyes water, and I began to rush to the restroom. I am not letting this man get one over on me. I am too damn beautiful and worth way more to ruin my mood, night, and my damn makeup over him.

*10 minutes later *

I return to the party, where Mehlani heads, a look of worry on her face.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you alright? Where were you this whole time? You just left, came back, and left again. Is everything okay?"

I turned to her and forced a small smile before telling her I was perfectly fine.

"Girl, yes, I just had to fix myself up, and earlier, I had a call from a family member. Everything's okay."

I felt slightly sick because I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to be in the same room with him, but I didn't let that stop. I down a couple of tequila shots, grab Mehlani and get on the dance floor.

*1 1/2 hours later*

I entered my hotel room because I refused to stay with my parents. Especially since I was too drunk and wasn't feeling as sleepy if you understood what I was saying. I was horny as a bitch, and all I had was my toy. I hadn't been with anyone, let alone have sex, in a lil over a year. At This point, I just wanted to take a nice bath and lie down.

*45 minutes later*

I emerged from the tub and began to dry and moisturize my body. I grabbed my Burinyuy Shea Butter and started moisturizing my arms down to my chest and stomach area. I stood in the mirror in the room and began to rub the shea butter up and down my hips, thighs, legs, and feet. I then finally got to my butt and back and made sure I got every inch of my body before putting a slight amount onto my face. Even though I'm still intoxicated, I HAVE to do my night regime; I practically force myself to do it. I go back into the restroom to do my hygiene before getting into bed. Before I could lie down, I heard a slight banging on my door. I questioned it but decided not to answer the door. They bang on the door a few more times, louder this time. I angrily see who it is before opening my door because it could easily be an axe murderer. I grabbed my Taser and looked out the peephole, and I couldn't believe who it was.

I put my taser back on the nightstand and opened the door with my arms crossed, obviously pissed because he interrupted my going to sleep.

"Corey, what the hell is wrong with you, ban-"

Before I could finish, he stepped to me, pulled me closer, and we began to kiss. Before I could get any deeper, I tried to stop him.

"Corey...I told you I can't do this anymore. And how the hell did you even know where I was? I know you aren't stealing me, so what the Fuck?"

"I begged Mehlani and wouldn't let her return to bed until she gave it up. They almost whooped my ass for waking them and almost their baby. But it was worth it."

I rolled my eyes at the sight of him.

"Corey, you're drunk and don't know what you're doing. Go home."

Baby, look, I'm sorry, I want you, I NEED you. I've always NEEDED you. Baby, Please! Forgive me?!"

He picks me up while closing the door with his foot as it automatically locks itself. He Carried me towards the bed and gently laid me down. He gently comes on top of me as he moves his kisses from my lips to my neck, remembering exactly where my spot was. I let out a slight moan, but I refused to show any pleasure to him. He moves his hands to my robe, slowly untying it, revealing my black lace lingerie set.

He gazes at me lying in front of him, and he looks as if he's in awe.

"Baby, you are so beautiful. I could let this night end without you knowing how I feel about you."

"You've already told me, Corey. What more it's there for you to do?"

I was questioning what he had in mind and what it entails.

"I never showed you."

He gently kissed me from my neck to my breast, sucking them endlessly while grabbing my waist to steady his hold. He then travels his kids from my stomach to just above my privates. He slowly removes my underwear and lowers his head. He began to lick my clit, as I threw my head back in a sensation. He began to eat me out before inserting his fingers inside me.

I gasped at the feel of his fingers caressing my insides.

"Damn, you're wet already, baby. Keep it up for me."

He continued to eat my pussy, while simultaneously fingering me. I haven't felt this amazing in so long that I forgot how it felt.

Still not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my pleasure, I moan lightly. Not too long after, I feel myself releasing into him.

"Damn, girl." He wiped his mouth with his hands before licking the rest off,

"I forgot how Fuckin delicious you were. I've wanted to get you out of that gown ALL NIGHT."

I scoffed and lightly rolled my eyes.

"I saw you dancing the whole night with Mehlani, and you looked so Fuckin sexy. I wanted to take you right there on that floor."

He then stood up, and I saw he was ready, but I couldn't. He had hurt me, and sex WASN'T going to fix it, not THIS time.

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THE GOWN

THE LINGERIE SET

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[sweettodo]

A little push. ⟿ Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

word count : 3k.

includes : [ slight ] breeding kink , teasing, smut, pretty much a little dacryphilia

a lil valentines day gift for my lovelies. i hope you enjoy.

••

"I just don't know what to do, it's almost like he doesn't want to do anything with me at this point." Close to tears, sadness could be heard in your tone as your friends console you, attempting to give you advice. Your head in your hands whilst you rubbed your temples.

"No! No no, impossible." Mina reassures, "he just needs a little push, he's probably just nervous he’s gonna disappoint you."

"You know how shy he is, better than anyone else here"

You sigh, you were now officially out of ideas. This wasn't your first choice, but it had reached a point where disclosing to your friends the situation; desperate for their advice. "I know," throwing your back against Momo's bed, in complete despair, "I just don't know how to fix it, I can't break him out of his shell." What type of girlfriend were you? Why did you allow it to get this... this bad? There was no way to put it lightly, or nicely for that matter.

By ‘out of ideas’, you weren’t kidding. You had tried to get him into the shower with you, even teasing him while he worked, buying all the cute outfits you could think of to engine him, trying to get him to do it more often. But it was no use.

Shoto could not be a bigger prude nowadays.

Mortifying to ones ears- a shocked look plastered upon your friends' faces when you saw their reactions of complete bafflement, 'who would've thought?!' Or 'I would've thought he'd be the opposite!' They were beyond shocked, yes- Todo was quite and almost always reserved!

But it's almost always the quiet ones who are hung and the best in bed.

You shouldn't have been as embarrassed as you were- not as embarrassed as your boyfriend, but now you were in desperate need for advice on how to break the vicious cycle that went a little like this...

-

You and Todoroki watched a stupid action movie, your head snuggled into the crook of his armpit, one arm wrapped around you securly, your arm loosely around his waist, lazily sprawled across his body, in which he didn't mind at all. It was more or less silent throughout the movie, you loved these types of nights; with the daily, stressful and rough hero work you both were faced with, there was little to no time for you to be together for longer than an hour.

Your arm, which was laying atop your boyfriend's waist, copping a feel as you drag your arm back to your lap, the action causing his chest to tighten up at the slight touch. You eye him from the side, seeing that he was actually watching you intently as well. You wiggle yourself closer against him, he holds you tighter; you could never be close enough to him, he was like a teddy bear, one you could cling to all day. He caresses your thigh gently, although you were upset and neglected between the sheets, he strived in other things; that being kissing.

You peck his chin with a little kiss, he brings his head down so he can feel more of those little peppered kisses; you trail up his neck, his hand now squeezing your thigh a little tighter, pulling you onto his lap more so you could straddle his lap. His hands pressing against your hips, clearly enjoying the attention you were giving him.

Or at least you thought.

"I cant babe," he muttered under his breath, your face instantly falling into disappointment, she tilts his head, looking at you with understanding eyes, he seldom if ever let it get past making out; all because of one time where he butted a little too quick. At that point of he didn't even bother.

It was fucking selfish.

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"We'll help you, just trust us." Momo pats your back, you were all ears.

Mina perks up excitedly, beginning her in depth lesson, which eerily enough she had seem like she was waiting for this moment. You three were going to help Todoroki, even if it meant you had to do all the work.

With your computer on your lap and your two best friends’ heads peering over your screen, you scrolled through the website with the things that you’d need to execute the plan, “fluffy? Or metal?” Momo questions, a finger tapping her chin.

“Metal.”

-

You couldn't peel your eyes off of the clock on your phone. You were anxious, the longer you watched the longer time was dragging on. 'Forty more minutes.' Nerves through the roof, heart pounding as you counted the minutes until you knew for sure your boyfriend would be on his way home.

Giving in, you giddily jump to your closet, bending down and grabbing the little pink bag hidden and tucked behind your jackets, grabbing the contents inside, the soft lace outfit you had bought online; Todoroki was far from privy to your plans, only the question, 'what's that' but then quickly dismissing it because he had to leave.

The cute little black scalloped bra and panties set with Shoto's favorite black stockings; that's what was in the bag. Throwing off your clothes and laying the set out on the bed while you threw your clothes in the basket, you were going to try to get him to make the first move for once, ultimately building up the confidence that he had so sillily lost.

You hadn't cared at all when it happened, but it was enough to send Shoto lock and key under the protection of a chastity belt, where he refused to even give sex any thought for the most part.

Todo and you have been together for close to three years; you do have sex- just no more than once every three months. You were going mad the more and more you thought about it, you were touch starved, and clearly he didn't care.

Turning around, slipping the lingerie on your body in front of the tall body mirror; Your tits sitting pretty in the see- through bra cups, the strings of the thong resting on the curve of your hips, you were so pleased with the way you looked, you took a few pictures in the mirror, ‘no harm in that’ you hum to yourself. If this didn't make him want to fuck you- shit, you'd fuck yourself. There was no way he would not become tempted by the lack of cloth on your body, your skin soft with lotion and the sweet spots around your body scented with his favorite perfume. Jumping on the bed, in anticipation, you knew he should be right around the corner from your apartment; this only made your heart pound out of your fucking chest more and more. There was no way you could fuck this one up, you’d be mortified.

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"Are you sure about all that? I don't wanna get him mad at me." The idea was absolutely radical, you knew it was slightly out of your comfort zone... but your boyfriend? This was going to be torture for him, you almost felt guilty.

Momo, with the smug look on her face nods reassuringly, "that’s the whole point. Trust us."

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Wrapping the pink silk robe around your body when you hear the familiar man kick the shoes off in the foyer, you were feeling as confident as ever. You walk down the hallway, peeking your head around the corner to see Todoroki unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, loosening his tie in the process; looking relieved to be home, he catches your eyes, looking at you confused at your attire.

Smiling cheerfully, you see him start to smile, “Todo...” he heard the little whine in your voice, he was intrigued with your little antics, you finally come around the corner, meeting up with him half way and grabbing his wrist, “I have a surprise for you.”

He tenses up, but remaining silent and compliant. You tug him into the bedroom, the lights dimmed, you had prepared yourself how you were going to execute this plan, but you felt all over the place from your nerves. You nudge him onto the bed, he plops down, a shaky breath heard from his nostrils.

“Push back,” you command, he listens which makes you thrilled, you pick up his wrist, quickly reaching your free hand in the bedside table, the metal clanking in your hand; which doesn’t register in his head until he realizes he’s unable to move his right wrist.

“Y/n, what’s this?” You ignore him, snapping the other set of cuffs around the metal bed frame and his wrists, “what are you doing?” You slide off the bed, watching him tug at the metal, the devilish smile growing on your face as you watch him struggle.

“I wanted to surprise you, is that okay?” You bat your eyelashes, walking to the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to you, sitting there clueless and overwhelmed, Todoroki totally out of wack, you untie the little tie of your robe, his eyes grow wide, jaw clenching as he frantically tries to free himself.

Your robe pools at the base of your feet, getting back on the bed, you crawl onto his lap and straddle his lap, leaning down to his ear.

“Do you want me, Todoroki?” You purr, his body restless under yours, trying desperately to set himself free.

He takes in a deep breath of air, “you know the answer to that, y/n.” He retorts, now aware of the point of this whole charade, head slightly thrown back as you drag your fingers up to his neck, tilting his head to look at you. His hair falling in front of his eyes, you push back the multicolored strands to look back into his heterochromatic eyes.

“You’re gonna be good and let me take this off, yeah?” Maintaining eye contact, you begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt, his stomach rising and falling the further down you get. He was flustered, and you’ve never felt these powerful sparks igniting within your stomach, you had him falling apart at the seams.

And it was only the beginning.

You peel open his shirt, his eyes stalking you as you continue down his body, unbuttoning his work pants, “uncuff me, now.” He demands, you shake your head innocently.

“No.” He pulls and tugs, but it’s no use, “you’re gonna see how I’ve been feeling recently.” Sneering, you begin grinding against his growing cock, tugging the pants down his waist, the obvious tent making you chew down on your bottom lip, it was working. Your hands dipping down and releasing him from the black Calvin Klein boxers.

Breathing heavily, pushing his pants down to his knees, he was painfully hard, but only growing harder at the sight of you on top of him, he could see your tits inches from his face, but he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it.

You slowly pump him in your hand, little groans spilling from his mouth, tossing his head back with his eyes shut, finally getting the touch he was longing for.

“Stop teasing, do it already.” He grits through his teeth, you giggle, dipping your head down, letting the spit on your tongue roll off and hit the tip, seeping down as he cringes, “y/n, let me go- fuckin’ now!” He thrashes at the cuffs, his eyes dark and angry.

Leaning down, you take him into your mouth, your hot mouth sends his head slamming against the headboard, his body finally relaxing from your agonizing teasing, you hum against his cock, swearing under his breath, the torturous feeling of your mouth slowly moving up as down his throbbing dick; it was all part of the plan.

Minutes later, you’re feeling his breathing pick up pace, his body twitching from under you, knowing he was close to releasing. You speed up as well, getting him as close as possible, being as sloppy as you could, spit spilling from your mouth as you make him look at you in the eyes whilst you deep throated him.

He was so so close.

Your lips leave his cock. He swings his head up, “what the fuck!” He booms, his cheeks red, his eyes glossed with complete and utter anger as he’s now desperately trying to find a way out of the restrains, the bars of your headboard bending from his strength at this point.

Todoroki was so mad, he didn’t even bat an eye at the way he was bending the bed frame that you both shared. The loud noise of the metal bending made the hair on your body stand up on its ends, you slip off of him, licking your lips; you watch in astonishment as he finally frees one hand, jolting up to free his other arm, your stomach is doing flips. He was fucking pissed.

Your boyfriend lifts the other handcuff off the bedpost, grabbing the little keys that were on the bed stand. Standing on your feet, you barely get the chance to make a run for it before you’re behind grabbed by the wrist, your front slamming onto the bed, Todoroki holding you by the back of the neck into the sheets.

“Is this what you wanted, y/n?” He taunts, “you wanted me to take my anger out on you right?” He gives you no time to answer, he rough hand tugging your lace thong to the side and getting on the bed on his knees to ensure he could maintain the strong hold on your neck.

“Well,” he begins, “that’s what you’re gonna get.” It took him no time to slide into you, letting out a loud groan, you’re barely able to move, he doesn’t allow you to look back at him as he begins drilling into you. Incapable of mustering up screams, they fall silent.

His cock hitting your cervix mercilessly, his hips slamming into your backside. He was going absolutely mad, you had never felt him do something like this; hitting new and foreign spots within your cunt that you didn’t even realize you had.

“You like that? You like me fucking you raw like this?!” He pants, “you wanted me to fuck you hard, right?” He grabs a handful of your hair, lifting your upper body up, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Tell me, tell me princess, use your words.” He strains, your hand pudding against his v-line, which was your way of telling him to slow down.

“Sh-Shoto, I- Fuck,” you wail, the continuous pounding against your g-spot making you tremble, he knew it too.

“C’mon, say it or I’ll stop.” He repeats, hips knocking against you, he snakes his right hand around, using his index and middle to pinch your clit; sending you into a frenzy. You cry out, his fingers now working your clit bringing you right to your first orgasm almost instantly.

“Please Shoto, keep going.”

His fingers messily rub your clit, pussy clenching and sucking him in you release all over him, the cum dripping down your thighs and down his cock as you cry out a mantra of his name, tears streaming down your face, your free hand behind your head and gripping the thick hair in the back of his head.

He drops you back down, your weak body making it easier for him to quickly regain a grasp on the back of your neck to keep you back down and pinned, “make me cum princess, you’re doing such a good job- fuck- keep suckin’ me in like that.” He leans forward only a little to fix his angle, hand holding your hips in place as he chases his orgasm.

But you feel as if you two are far from done.

He slows, you were beyond shocked he had this self control, he then stops thrusting into you completely, pushing you down, he drops onto the bed onto his back, “get on.” Leading you onto his waist, you slide down onto his cock, letting out a whine, your head dropping down and your messy hair messily covering your face.

“You’re gonna stay still for me, right princess?” You nod. He huffs, lifting up your hips and picking up where he left off, you immediately cave inwards, mouth falling open as you practically drop your upper body onto him, “sit up- sit up or I’ll stop.” You try your best to sit back up, your hands on his lower half as he fucks you, his hits thrashing upwards into your beaten up cunt; he wouldn’t stop, he didn’t spare you any time as he’s now ripping another orgasm out of you, this time more of your juices soaking his stomach and down into the sheets, the wet spot growing under your bodies as he fills you.

Screaming his name, you want to buck you knees inwards from the pace and strength he was thrusting, you could feel him fuck into you so deep that it sent you into another universe, your head clearly not all there- seeing stars, eyes rolling back and clenching your walls around him.

“Fuck, why didn’t I do this sooner.” He grunts, stopping, with his hands still on your hips, he’s pushing you back down and sliding his hands up your thighs until he pins your legs against your chest, sweat dripping from his forehead as he leans over you and easily slides back into you, “you’re so beautiful- god- you’re so beautiful.” He purrs, his body ramming against yours, cock once again hitting unimaginable nerves as you whine and cry for him.

“Please- Shoto.” You bawl, “‘feels so good.”

It was easy to say that you both were seeing white, you were dizzy and lightheaded, you didn’t realize you were clenching so hard around his cock that he needed to try harder to drill into you, “mh’ keep sucking me in like that, I’m gonna’” he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he’s filling you to the fucking brim with his seed.

He wasn’t done.

He grabs you by the hair, lifting your head to make him watch as he takes his two fingers and picks up the mix of his and your cum, scooping it and yanking up your head further close to his own, “open.” He commands, your mouth opens, lolling out your tongue; sticking his fingers down your throat, the cocktail of cum seeping down your throat and you swallow, “good- so good.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses you, the sweat from his face was remnant on his lips, you could taste everything.

Todoroki plops himself onto the destroyed bed. Pulling you onto his chest, you were beyond fucked out, you could barely comprehend anything that was going around you.

“Don’t get too comfortable, I’m not done with you.”

#todoroki smut #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha smut #bnha #my hero academia #lemon #mha x reader #shoto todoroki

[deliciouspalacepersonhorse]

Issues

Summary: Vanessa has issues, but Shawn loves them

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, smut, smut

(Requests open) this is my first smut, hope you enjoy❤️❤️

2.2+ k words

Shawn thought he had seen it all with you. He was well aware of your territorial-ness, jealousy, and trust issues. But this was something on another level. You were both on FaceTime on your Mac and all he had done was take out his phone to text Makala, a songwriter.

"Why the fuck would you ever even think to do that in front of me?" You asked, seeing him text through your monitor.

He didn't respond, indulged in whatever was being held in the conversation. He just needed help figuring out how to word some things for a song he was writing, ironic enough about you.

You shook your head, eating a mouthful of the pasta you had made yourself. "You know I don't like it when you talk to other females when you're supposed to be talking to me."

"Hold on babe." He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to read something.

You dropped your fork, and rolled your eyes.

"Fine." You hung up the call and were met with your dark reflection. Suddenly the four hour long conversation disappeared. Your leg started shaking under the desk out of anger. Why wasn't he calling back? Usually he'd call back immediately.

Shawn sighed, realizing you had hung up. He threw his head back and ran his hands down his face. All he asked for was a moment to just fix an issue. Not even ten minutes. You had, had his undivided attention for four hours and all he needed was just ten minutes.

He looked at the dark screen and crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair. He shook his head and stood up, turning off his office lights and going to his bedroom. He decided to just give you some time to cool off. And himself some time to rest.

You waited anxiously by your phone and Mac but nothing. "Idiota!" You yelled, chucking your phone across the room. If the term 'Crazy Latina' fit anyone, it'd be you. And being blaxican made you even more crazy. You stood up from your desk and walked over to your closet. Everything that belonged to Shawn, you threw on the floor, not caring about the designer brand. You started kicking Gucci shopping bags, shoes, jackets, everything that was in your way.

You slipped and fell on the floor, starting to sob, tears running your down your face. You pressed your cheek against the floor and curled up. Was he tired of you? Had you gone too far? You knew about your clinginess, but he never seemed to mind it. Maybe he was just tired of you? He could have it easier with any other female, maybe he should just leave? And it terrified you that he would.

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Shawn woke up the next morning, mind automatically running back to you. He got up and stretched.

"I better get her some breakfast."

He changed into some sweatpants and a jacket, protecting him from the Canadian breeze. He stopped by your favorite place and finally drove over to your penthouse. He went up, the brown paper bag clutched in his hand, the Frappuccino in the other. You hated everything about Starbucks, except their chocolate Frappuccinos.

He unlocked the door and walked in, setting down your drink on the kitchen island. "Ness, I brought you some em-bananas!" He called out.

Your head raised from the floor. You quickly looked in the mirror to make sure there were no tears and went to the stairs. "Shawn?"

"Yeah?"

He walked to the bottom of the stairs, smiling up at you. The fucking audacity. He can't just walk in as if you didn't spend all night on the floor crying. "Get out!" You yelled, rushing down the stairs.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow, stepping back some.

"Get the fuck out! Get out!" You grabbed a plate in your kitchen and threw it at him, hitting the wall and breaking into pieces.

"What is your problem?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You! You're my problem! I'm tired of you, and all of your fucking games!" You yelled, readying another plate.

"And you don't think I am? I can't ever have a fucking break with you! It's always one thing or another!"

"Well if you're so tired of me... then leave! Vete a la verga, aver si me importa!"

He looked at you and your heaving chest. "Fine." He sighed, walking to the door. He wasn't actually gonna leave forever, he'd just come back with some dinner later.

You looked at him in horror as he opened the door. Alarms were going off in your head, as you watched him suddenly leave. "Fuck." You whispered, running after him. You swung the door open and stopped in front of him. You didn't care that you were in the hallway in nothing but your undergarments and robe.

"Don't go." You spoke quietly, worried you might scare him off.

He crossed his arms, looking down at you. "I thought you wanted me to go?"

You shook your head. "I know I get a little crazy sometimes, but it's only because I really really like you. So please don't go."

He cracked a smile and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug. "I wasn't gonna leave."

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest.

"We should go inside before someone comes outside and sees you like this."

You nodded, slowly letting go and taking his hand as you led him in, scared he'd run away.

He took a seat on the stool at the island and you walked over to the laundry room to get a broom and dust pan. You bent down to clean, Shawn happy to see you were calm again.

"Just leave it, we'll clean it up later. Come eat your cold em-banana."

You smiled, chuckling at his mispronunciation. You stepped between his legs. He immediately grabbed your ass, pushing you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I get like this." You whispered in his ear, leaving a kiss right under his ear.

You pulled back from him, grabbing his arms. "I'm sorry Shawn."

He smirked, looking deep in your eyes. "How sorry are you?"

You rolled your eyes, smiling. You stripped off your robe, throwing it on the couch, leaving you in your matching set. You unzipped his jacket, tucking your arms into his warmth. "I'm very sorry."

His fingers roughly dug into your ass, biting his lip as he looked at you. "I guess I could forgive you, if you beg."

You laughed, throwing your head back. "I'm not that sorry. And if anything you should be apologizing for making me so angry."

"Alright, alright, lets not go overboard. I can feel you starting up again."

You helped him take off his jacket, and lifted his shirt, letting your hands wander around. "If you apologize, I'll show you how sorry I am." You whispered against his lips.

"I'm not saying sorry."

You shrugged, walking away but he grabbed your waist pushing your ass against his crotch. He hugged your waist tightly, grinding against you. You smiled, turning around and kissing him slowly. "Let's go up to my bedroom, está frío acá bajo."

"Frío means cold right?"

"Yes."

He grabbed the back of your thighs, picking you up and running upstairs. He dropped you onto the bed, and from the corner of his eye saw the mess on the closet floor. "Would you take a look at that?"

You laughed, pulling him down on you. "Don't think about that right now." You wrapped your legs around his waist, making him face you. "I'll clean it up later."

"God you make me crazy." He left wet kisses down your neck to your collarbone. He sat up, pulling off his shirt and stumbling to pull off his sweatpants.

"Be careful." You giggled, as he jumped back on the bed, attacking your lips. His hips ground into your core, eliciting a strained moan from your lips. You could feel his hard on through his Calvin's.

His hands wandered to your breasts, massaging them through your bra. "I've missed you." He slipped his tongue into your mouth, hitching his finger into your underwear to pull them down.

His fingers immediately went down to your heat, just barely touching you. You tried grinding upwards, but he immediately pushed down your hips. "Beg."

"Shawn!" You laughed. "Stop playing."

"I'm not playing. Beg for it."

You grabbed the back of his neck, bringing him down on you and quickly wrapped your legs around him, pressing your exposed heat to him. You started grinding down onto him. "Please Shawn, I need you so bad. Please." You moaned into his ear, breathing hard at the friction.

Shawn's eyes rolled back and felt his hard on stiffen even more at your moaning and begging. "Say it again, say my name." His voice was strained trying to control himself, trying to stay in control.

"Shawn please, please." You pleaded, licking a stripe up his ear.

"Oh god." He groaned. He unwrapped you from around him and slipped off his Calvin's. His hard member slapping against his stomach. He rapidly grabbed the condom in your nightstand and began unraveling it.

"We don't need it."

"What do you mean?" He looked at you puzzled.

"I got an IUD while in Soho." You smiled, sitting up to unclasp your bra and letting it fall.

He looked at you blankly for a second, eyeing you. "Jesus Christ." He jumped on the bed, hugging you tightly to him and throwing you down on the bed. "I'm so fucking obsessed with you."

His lips left wet kisses everywhere on your neck, to your collarbone. Goosebumps arising, along your hot skin. Your large bedroom windows let the hot sunlight in, lighting everything around you. Your hand sneaked down, while he was busy kissing you, and gripped his base, squeezing. He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fucking shit.”

You continued stroking, long, hard strokes, as Shawn’s hand pinched your nipples. He pressed open kisses to them, making you groan. Shawn could feel himself coming close and grabbed your wrist stopping your movements.

“I wanna finish inside you.” He whispered against your lips.

He aligned himself up and thrusted into you, groaning as he bottomed out. The feeling so foreign, feeling everything you had to offer. He could've came right there, at that moment, feeling how tight you were around him. His hand squeezed your breast, watching your face contort in pleasure. He pulled back before ramming back inside of you. Your mouth parted moaning, your eyes closing.

He was ruthless, ramming into you as hard and fast as he could.

“When will you learn I don’t want anyone else. Just you.” He panted against your lips.

“I’m scared you’re gonna leave me.” You admitted.

“How do you expect me to leave? We’re meant for each other Ness.” His words made you moan. That’s what you wanted to hear. That you two were meant to be together.

His hand sneaked up, wrapping around your throat, barely adding pressure, as he continued his thrusts. He leaned down, mouth attaching itself to your nipple, biting it. "Shawn." You moaned, wrapping your arm around the back of his neck as he came up, face centimeters from yours.

Your fingers held onto the back of his hair for life, as your whole bed shook from his movements. He left wet kisses on your cheek and neck, adding a bit more pressure to your throat. His thumb started rubbing on your clit and you gasped in surprise. "Oh god, Shawn!" You moaned, gripping his hand.

Shawn could feel you starting to clench around and knew you were close, so he pulled out.

"W-w-

"Turn around."

You whined before getting on all fours. Shawn pressed your chest down against the bed, and let his hand land hard on your ass. You smiled. He knew exactly how much you loved it when he touched, grabbed, slapped, anything on your ass.

He pushed in and started thrusting again. His fingers bruised your hips using them to steady his pace in you. You grabbed the sheets, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Say my name." He panted out, throwing his head back.

"Shawn!" His hand landed on your ass.

"Again." He bit his lip, pressing his chest to your back, his hand moving to your throat.

"Shawn!" You moaned, releasing on him. He didn’t lighten up, continuing his rapid movements. He let you go, letting you fall to the bed exhausted. His hand went to your clit, rubbing it and pressing down on it. You moaned into the sheets, feeling the sensitivity.

He grabbed your hair, lifting your head off the bed. “Let me hear you. I wanna hear you call out for me.”

“Oh god Shawn.” You gripped the sheets, your hair falling to your front, as he let go. His pace hurried and became sloppier, close to what he wanted. His hand smacked your ass and gripped it, pushing your ass into his hips.

“You feel so fucking good.” He panted, jolting his hips into you, finally releasing. He closed his eyes, slowly pulling out. You let yourself fall to the bed, turning on your back.

He sat in front of you, slowly watching his cum fall out. “Jesus Christ Nessa.” He caught it with two fingers and brought them to your lips. You grabbed his hand, slipping his fingers into your mouth and licking it clean. His mouth parted in a trance. “Fuck.”

Shawn got up and walked to your bathroom, grabbing a small towel. He sat beside you on the bed and helped clean you up, smiling. You looked at him in awe. He drove you crazy, the way his curls bounced over his forehead, the way he smiled, how he laughed, everything. "You piss me off sometimes."

"I know." He chuckled, chucking the towel in the dirty laundry.

"But I still like you."

"I know." He climbed into the bed, pulling the velvet sheets over the both of you.

"It's barely 11:00 am, we still have a whole day ahead of us." You turned to face him, tucking a hand under your pillow.

"Are you inviting me for more sex?" He asked, smiling.

You laughed, bringing his knuckles up to your lips. "No. But I think you should take me out to dinner."

"How about we make dinner instead?"

"No. I wanna go out and look nice."

"You always look nice."

"Shut up." You scoffed, smiling. "Take me out to dinner Shawn."

He brushed your cheek. "Whatever you want."

#smut #shawn peter raul mendes #oneshot #angst #shawn mendes #jelaousy #shawn mendes smut

[jeffersonhairpie]

I got to see the Jesus Christ Superstar at the Barbican in London tonight and it was SO GOOD (this is the production that transferred from the Regents Park Open Air Theatre)

In my experience, JCS productions tend to err on the side of a technically brilliant Jesus who can just about act his way through the show (because Gethsemane is HARD. It's one of, if not the most technically difficult songs that male leads will ever be asked to perform) and a Judas who can more or less stay in key but is a fantastic actor. Honestly Robert Tripoli I as Jesus is a little weak, or we got him on an off night (or I'm just not a big fan of this trend of Jesus letting his voice crack over the high notes. I'm demanding, I want a technically brilliant and emotionally satisfying performance. Sue me) but Judas?????

Ricardo Afonso was a revelation. His voice is outrageously strong, his range is super impressive and I can't remember the last time I've seen a male lead exercise that much control over his voice. He absolutely belted the 'every time I look at you I don't understand...' from The Last Supper and the force of his accusation against Jesus was just fucking flawless. He hit every emotional beat right on the head and you just couldn't not feel for him the entire beat through. Urgh!!! Favourite Judas ever hands down and it's gonna be a long time before anyone tops him.

Mary, played by Sallay Garnett, had a really interesting, not standard musical voice. I would have liked her to be a bit more physically expressive but it was really great to hear some texture to the vocal performances that you don't often get with musicals

The Pharisees in general were done fantastically. I loved them flipping their sceptres over to become microphone stands. Calvin Cornwall as Caiaphas had all the right charisma for the kind of leader I can totally believe everyone falling bin line with and Nathan Amzi was a fantastically simpering Annas who's turn as Judas I would LOVE to see as he was understudy for the role.

Herod came in looking like a gold blimp with a train on his dress that covered half the stage. He was very silly, with BIG makeup. His attendents were dressed with bloody plates around their necks like the halos you often see around saints heads in biblical art which created this really creepy vibe as they're doing these silly camp dances all covered in blood. I think this was supposed to be a reference to the killing of St John the Baptist?

The colour palette for the production was pretty well fixed. Most of the stage was done up in white, beige, greyish blue and gold highlights. The exceptions to this were the blood, which was shown as red as it should be, and Pilate (and later on Judas) who was dressed in black (which didn't stand out that much from the overall pallet). But when Judas went to the Pharisees, when he refuses and refuses to take their money, Caiaphas grand his hands and forces them into the treasure chest they were using to represent the payment and when they came out they were caked in silver paint, marking Judas's treachery and he didn't wash his hands for the entire rest of the show!!! So he stood out like a sore thumb with his silver hands

When Pilate first came on just before Simon Zealotes to judge the crowd he was clearly hung over, drinking a beer, with his good pulled up over his head and his guitar bouncing along his back and he looked like a total waster who would rather be literally anywhere else and it was cool

It was a very stripped back production with minimal use of props and when they needed props they tried to make them out of sound equipment that the band might be using. Main characters were always singing into held microphones, meaning that when Judas hangs himself he could hang his microphone and have it hit the same note (his mic cable was red to signify his blood). When Pilate comes into judge Judas his microphone had a cable and he flicked it like it was a whip. Jesus was tied for his lashes with more microphone cables and crucified on mic and speaker stands

The production was super physical and the dance team and choreographer clearly worked HARD on it. There were physical motifs used throughout the production to show different character groups and emotions, with Judas's doubt represented by a specific dancer who opened the whole show and would frequently appear as a silhouette in the dry ice mist

And on top of that, they had a full band on stage. No synth trumpets or flutes or anything. All the rockband instruments, brass, woodwind, strings and piano. It sounded amazing and brought depth and power to so many of the songs in the show that I hadn't even considered before

Overall it's just an astonishingly good production and I cannot recommend it highly enough

#jcs #jesus christ superstar #shitty text post #long post