JUST ANOTHER TICKING TIME BOMB!!

jason dean. hc based. triggering. redeemed by beck. under construction.

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Gonna remake as a sideblog

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wow already a mistake lmfao 

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-- “y’ever just wanna take off?” 

a rare moment of weakness- you don’t usually sound this vulnerable, this open, but the tone of your voice betrays the look on your face (steeled and smug). you won’t look at the figure near you, because you don’t really care much about who it might be; just that it’s somebody that’s dangerously close to you, the monster. 

maybe you want to open the door to spook ‘em off a little bit- it’s your favourite pastime. 

-- ;; open starter

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let’s see if i can do this again?

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                     dark    eyes    lighten    up    as    her    father    sits    on    her    bed ,    and    she    moves    closer    to    him ,    smiling    in    content    as    his    fingers    brush    through    her    hair .    she’s    heard    the    story    a    million    times ,    but    she    loves    the    way    her    dad    tells    it    ––––    he   looks    happier    when    talking    about    her    mom ,    his    wife ,    and    that    makes    laurietta    happy .    she    reaches    up ,    grasping    onto    jason’s    hand ,    her    fingertips    subconsciously    running    along    the    scars    that    litter    his    skin ,    a    habit    she’s    had    ever    since    she    was    a    lot    younger .

          ❛    right    !    you    went    up    to    her    to    ask    for    notes    really    late    in    the    semester    !    ❜

---“that’s right, flower- thought i was bein’        slick, cause there was no way she’d’ve        noticed a guy like me in the back of the        lecture hall, y’know?”

Every time he tells this story, he recognizes a little bit more about how much of an absolute dork he was, despite his outward appearance. His larger fingers curl around his daughter’s as she feels the dips of his scars (something she’s been doing ever since she was a baby), pulling their hands down to the comforter as he leans in, almost as if sharing a secret as he tells his story.

---“lucky for me, i accidentally asked over       the wrong class, apparently. a small one,       so she absolutely knew i wasn’t in it- i lied        my way out of it, but it’s a lesson, flower,        don’t make up stories like i did.         only gets’ya into trouble.”

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                  ✭˚･ﾟ    @defunctboy .

                                     ❛    tell    me    again    how    you    and    mama    met .    ❜

                                                             ❛    i    mean ,    please    !    ❜

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---“again? y’really like hearin’ about        how much’f a big dummy your old          man can be, huh?”

He sits on the edge of her bed as he always does, ruffling his daughter’s hair with a grin so soft that nobody outside this home has ever witnessed. 

---”y’remember the beginnin’, right?      i wasn’t in the same classes as your       mama but i kept seein’ her around       the school and just had t’talk to’er.”

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icb jason has a nuclear family

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                                                                   THE    YOUTUBE    AU .                   veronica   is    a    beauty    blogger ,    and    j . d .    is    a    call    out    commentator .                                    when    veronica’s    name    gets    dragged    in    the    muck    for                                                       something    she    definitely    didn’t    do ,                                                              j . d .    comes    to    the    rescue .

                                                                      *    /    @defunctboy​ .

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i did a doodle of my scarred boy, before and after. still love him to death. 

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i’ve got a little bit of alright-ness here because hey! guess what! 

it’s jason’s birthday!

come give him a hug or something, watch him deck ur ass

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yo for the foreseeable future i gotta put jd on hold; personal circumstances are making him (as my projection/vent muse) super antsy and uncomfortable and i get panic attacks trying to write him right now. maybe i’m being too dramatic but hey, fuck me, whatever 

all dis.cord jd stuff is on hold for a bit, too.

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❛ just touch me where you want to touch me. ❜ - forgedblue

@forgedblue | nsfw (not accepting)

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AH, BUT WHERE TO BEGIN?she gives you free reign; but does sheunderstand you want to touch her everywhere? you’re entirely unsure how to begin- hands freeze and hover overher form, as though suddenly realizinghow strange it is to have such blatantpermission to touch a piece of art. youdon’t want to break her, to taint her, butalas, you’ve always been selfish. 

and so your hands brush over her collarbones, sliding the straps of her dress off her shouldersand gazing over her entirely unabashedly- youdon’t know when you’ll get another momentlike this, and so you’ll commit each second tomemory. those same hands fall over her breastsbefore moving down her stomach, over her sides (you step closer, as your fingers grip her waist tightly). 

lifting her up is easy- her dress falls to the flooras you do so, as well, and as you set her on the bed, you find your place between her legs-it’s where you belong, you think, as your fingerschart every inch of exposed skin, down to herthighs and up again to the thin lace that coversher. and you’re afraid!

you’re much too nervous to take that step for yourself! if she wants you there, she’ll tell you-but she did tell you anywhere. for the moment, at least, you’re pressing your lips up her stomach,hands holding steady at her hips, before ghostingover her chest to look her directly in the eyes.

fabric slides down thighs as you succumb to your urges; you slide down over her thighs asyou prepare to touch her where you’re utterlydesperate to. 

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❛ beg for it. ❜ - forgedblue

@forgedblue | nsfw starters (not accepting lol it’s just for lup)

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YOU’RE SO DESPERATE, BOY!but she knows this, and she loves it fromyou; how easy it is for her to control you like this. and you love it, even as you tryto stop yourself from writhing up into thefeather-light touches over your boxers. 

–”ronnie-”

ah, you know that isn’t enough! you needto mean it, to truly beg for it, or else your barely-rolling hips will provide you with norelief whatsoever! 

it’s difficult, however, to form words while she’s hovering above you, looking just asangelic as always- with the added bonusof her expanse of skin; breasts full and just barely too far from your grasp; hair atousled mess but barely too far for yourfingers to tangle themselves in; lips full andsmirking down at you yet just too far to drag into a kiss. 

–”please, touch me, however you wanna, whatever you want from me, i’ll do anythin’, baby, please-”

you sound utterly pathetic, but you can’t bringyourself to care, not when she’s right there andnot yet giving you what you want- what you absolutely and whole-heartedly need.

–”fuck, ronnie- let me- i wanna fuck you, please,         let me make you feel good, please-”

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— nsfw sentence starters.

warning  :  these  are  nsfw  and  very  smut  related.

❛  what’s the matter? can’t keep up?  ❜

❛  am i going too fast for you?  ❜

❛  raise up some, i can’t breath.  ❜

❛  wait, you’re going to go down there?  ❜

❛  please, no, i just want to hurry up here.  ❜

❛  well, what do you think? you like?  ❜

❛  are just going to stand there the whole time?  ❜

❛  my tongue is all for you.  ❜

❛  where did you learn that from?  ❜

❛  oh, i’ve got a new trick i want to show you. ❜

❛  i know exactly what you want and how you want it. ❜

❛  you’re the best i’ve ever had. ❜

❛  just kiss me, touch me…  ❜

❛  just touch me here..  ❜

❛  i want to touch you.  ❜

❛  hey, do you feel that?  ❜

❛  you always make me get horny.  ❜

❛  this isn’t what i had in mind but okay.  ❜

❛  this is nice, wow, feels nice.  ❜

❛  i got a bed in the other room.  ❜

❛  just kiss my lips.  ❜

❛  i want you to hold me when we’re done.  ❜

❛  take me and don’t have mercy on me.  ❜

❛  make love to me.  ❜

❛  you never want to change things up.  ❜

❛  what is this? is this what i think it is?  ❜

❛  so, do you like it cold or hot?  ❜

❛  keep on touching me there.  ❜

❛  go down a little further.  ❜

❛  what? are you scared?  ❜

❛  keep going, make my legs shake.  ❜

❛  yes, that feels good.  ❜

❛  you do magic with your tongue.  ❜

❛  i like your fingers and your tongue.  ❜

❛  use your fingers and tongue.  ❜

❛  i think i’m going to cum..  ❜

❛  oh, don’t tease me now.  ❜

❛  i enjoy teasing you.  ❜

❛  beg for it.  ❜

❛  i’m ready for you now.  ❜

❛  you make me so … ready.  ❜

❛  can’t hardly contain getting aroused when you’re in my presence.  ❜

❛  do you live to arouse me?  ❜

❛  well, let’s do this instead.  ❜

❛  you screamed the whole time, not sure if that’s good or bad.  ❜

❛  make me scream, come on, let’s see if you can. ❜

❛  i just wanna have some fun is all.  ❜

❛  don’t forget who taught you that.  ❜

❛  make me quiver and shake.  ❜

❛  mmm, yes….. that feels nice.  ❜

❛  give it to me rough.  ❜

❛  you don’t have to be so gentle with me.  ❜

❛  mmm, let’s take things slow tonight.  ❜

❛  let’s make each other last all night long.  ❜

❛  what’s wrong? never slept with someone before?  ❜

❛  why are you so nervous? don’t tell me it’s your first time. ❜

❛  just close your eyes and kiss me…  ❜

❛  just touch me where you want to touch me.  ❜

❛  what if i just dropped to my knees now.  ❜

❛  undress me.  ❜

❛  slipping right out these for you now. ❜

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callout post for my own muse put your DICK away

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forgedblue:

she’s desperate as she clings to him, pulling back to breathe for a moment only to go back in and kiss him again. she’d thought it was over, that he’d never be pressed close to her again. again, it hits her how she hadn’t ever truly let that sink it, how if he had actually died, she would’ve died empty no matter how hard she’d try to live. she’s so glad “ you never know a good thing until it’s gone ” doesn’t apply here. she can feel his desperation too. that he needs something that he’s not telling her. she runs her hands through his hair again as she pulls back, looking at him ( god he’s still so fucking beautiful, even after everything  ).

–”jd …”

she breathes his name, all her love and admiration spilling out in her quiet voice as she keeps her eyes locked with his. and she says his name again because she can’t help it ( because she’d thought the next time she’d say it would be in a suicide note or some dramatic shit like that ). she clings to his name as hard as she’s clinging to him. she moves to whisper in his ear so he won’t see her start crying again.

–”i want you … i want this.”

WHAT “THIS” DOES SHE WANT? is it just to see you, hold you, look at you? or is it to kiss you, like you’d kissed her not moments before (all desperate and longing and harsh)? or perhaps, if you’re really so lucky, she wants you to lay her on the bed and remind her of how much you worship her skin, her body, her vessel. 

or maybe, she wants what you want- to peel open your skin, crack open your ribs, so she can curl up inside your chest and wrap herself around your heart (beating just for her, only ever for her, always).

you doubt it- her love is so pure, and yours so feral, so ravenous, so violent. your psyche doesn’t allow for normal love; your desires  so dark that you’ll never express them not to her, not ever- because you want her to own  you, take every part of you and do what she sees fit (you aren’t a person anymore, you are simply blood and bones and any pleasure she can get from your living corpse is more than satisfying for you). 

you want to worship at her feet. but you know she won’t let you- and you won’t let yourself.  her temple is much too clean, too holy, for someone as damaged as you. 

--”whatever you want, ‘s yours, i swear.”

you don’t care what it is, you don’t care, because whether she likes it or not, you belong to her.

--”jus’ tell me what... ‘this’ is.”

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@forgedblue i’m deleting-

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you are Weak tell us what applebees food gave him the boner, god dammit

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MAPLE PECAN MASHED SWEET POTATOES NOW LET HIM LIVE GODDAMNIT