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my name is Tara :) iâm 23, she/her. im an ej girl, masky girl, jax girl, ekko girl, miles g girl, and sam girl. writing is my hobby & my passion.
Hiiiiii⊠itâs my birthday today and Iâve finally worked up the courage to ask you for a fluff fic . Maybe somthing where reader is super spiritual meditates etc and the creeps keep finding crystals all over and there really chill and layed back ⊠idk it sounded good in my head , if not thank you for considering đ€đ€đ€đ€
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white feather hawk tail deer hunter || the creeps
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âSo⊠what does it do again?â
Jeffâs voice was (for once), full of interest and curiosity, opposed to his regular gruffness. They had been everywhere. Shiny, captivating crystals you had placed strategically. Some needed energy from the sun. Others were placed in corners for spiritual protection. Others were being cleansed with moon water. EJ held up a blue crystal, eyeing it like heâd never seen anything like it before. âEach crystal has a purpose. So you know, obsidian for protection, EJ is holding blue lace agate. Helps with stress and what not,â You explain. Ben was staring down a large chunk of tigers eye, placed specifically by the front door. âFor protection,â You nudge him with your elbow.
The creeps had never had a spiritual member in the household, nor had they ever thought much about anything similar to religion or spiritual practices. âSo⊠isnât this witchcraft?â Ben asked curiously. Not necessarily because he was opposed, but because he wouldâve found it absurdly attractive. âNot necessarily. Anyone can meditate and believe in the properties of magick crystals hold. No religion required,â You say. Toby stood in the kitchen, shaking a piece of clear quartz like an eight ball. Gently you stop his twitching hands, guiding him to hold it up to the sunlight to see the intricate designs inside. His brown eyes nearly pop through his goggles. âSo how do we⊠possess this power they hold?â Hoodie ask, hands shoved in his pockets. You grab one of Benâs lighters, flicking it as you light a stick of incense. Masky elbows Hoodie, clearing his throat. âI think what he means is⊠how do we go about⊠using them?â Masky clarifies, trying to save face while having an excuse to have his question answered.
âWell thatâs simple, you just need to set your intentions and allow the universe to take hold. These stones come from the earth as a gift to us. Using their energy and restoring it doesnât take any work at all as long as your intentions are set,â You answer honestly. Jeff sets down the red jasper carved into the shape of an elephant, sitting down on the carpet. As if making a big decision, he rolls his shoulders back. âAlright iâm ready, show me how to meditate,â He says, as if deciding he was going to war. You smile knowingly, delighted to see the other creeps slowly joining him on the living room carpet. You join them, excited to see your friends exploring your interests.
So I read How We Roll, and I cant get it out of my head. I got questions: Would it have gone differently if Y/N was a virgin? Were the guys just planning to fuck whoever came by or did they plan it? Are they all in a relationship with each other and just wanted Y/N? ...Could you write more in that universe, I am entranced!
if y/n was a virgin i think jeff/hoodie would be into corruption but the rest of the guys would probably be like ayo pause
also yeah, in my head the guys were so pent up it didnât matter who walked through the doorđ
i wrote it with y/n pretty much being a stranger to any or all of them for the most part, but afterwards i can definitely see some sort of poly situation fs
itâs v interesting to me how the public has perceived the finale and how everything has happened. i think itâs, although great for the indie company behind tadc that they were able to put the finale in theaters, i think itâs unfair. itâs kinda giving the middle finger to the fans who canât afford to go and/or the tickets sellout before theyâre able to go. secondly, after seeing the ending (because letâs face it, the people who go see it in theaters were going to spoil it all for the rest of us anyways), itâs not theater worthy.
final warning for spoilers of the final episode
i think itâs a shame that creators are afraid of making meaningful endings. when it comes to media, fans fall in love with the characters but as a creator, you can always have there be an ultimate point to make. tadc fell into the same cookie cutter trap as stranger things. itâs almost as if goose was afraid to do anything too extreme or intense, so it instead became a watered down version. the theories the fans have made alone are far more interesting to me than what we got. look at arcane. jinx is the main character, has a meaningful death, and its still a fantastic show and it makes sense for the character. it makes sense in a show like that and like tadc, happy endings are going to be minimal. it then makes me think of other media and im seeing a pattern in modern tv shows. the parallels iâm seeing here are like mike wheeler and jax. (stay with me)
mike wheeler never gets closure on eleven and is implied to never get over what happens. everyone else gets a happy ending but him. jax had so much potential to have a redemption arc but instead they have him abstract off screen and give us a half ass backstory. so he falls into a similar situation where instead now heâs abstracted, never getting to move on/have character development while everyone else gets to move on and be happy. itâs such a waste.
building up jaxâs character just to waste it all on something so half assed is so disappointing. if youâre going to imply jax is trans, go all the way with it, donât just sprinkle it in there as fan service. jax is a complex character who was psychologically tormented and went through suspected gender dysphoria. it doesnât excuse his asshole behavior, but it does give him complex layers. im not sure what the idea behind the ârooms in jaxâs mind wereâ, since its not like he had split personalities, it seemed like either dreams or fantasies. itâs hard to say which one or what they were, since thereâs one of zooble trying to kill him and one of him taunting zooble dying and presumably hitting on gangle. theres so much to explore there but its poorly done and seems rushed. tbh if the ending was rushed bc goose was over the fanbases shit, i get it. but that makes the entire show meaningless and with the AGGRESSIVE amount of merch pushed out, it just seems like the entire theater thing was just a cash grab.
i do however feel bad for goose because i do think the fandom has aggressively spiraled out of control. do i think thatâs a fair treatment towards her? no. do i feel bad for her? yeah. do i still have my opinions on the finale and all the drama? yeah.
itâs sum iâve been thinking about a lot and i figured iâd drop it here. love you guys.
i know itâs been a while and i just thought iâd pop in to say im okay. if im being honest, im struggling with a lot of trauma from my ex. i LOVE to write, but my perception of love & sex has destroyed & itâs not only making writing hard, but moving on from the trauma extremely hard.
in my daily life iâm happier i left, but the idea of being in that vulnerable position again, it makes me uncomfortable & scares the fuck out of me. iâm sure one day ill come back with some more stories but im ngl, im in dire need of therapy.
sum: to make up your absence to jennifer you agree to go to another party, needing to process the truth about jack. but as all parties have gone so far, it didnât go as planned
tw: readers drink is spiked
a/n: et by katy perry ft kanye west carried this chapter for me ngl
âI was worried sick about you! What happened? Are you alright?â
Jenniferâs voice was pitchy and off centered. You guessed she was painfully sober, based on how her ginger hair resembled a rats nest. âAlright alright iâm sorry, itâs just⊠a lot happened,â You try to explain, gesturing for her to calm down. You steered her carefully away from Jackâs cabin, heading back to your shared dorm. âYou cut out on the phone. What was going on? Did he hurt you? You sounded freaked out. What happened?â Jennifer questioned, reluctantly following you. She glared over her shoulder, almost as if she knew Jack was watching. You sighed and stood still, turning her to face you. You put your hands on her shoulders. âJen, iâve gotta tell you the truth.â You announced. Her green eyes widened as she stared back at you. You were sure Jack was nearby, holding his breath.
âI lost my virginity last night. When I woke up this morning I bled a bit so I freaked out, thatâs all.â
Halfway truth and halfway a lie. What did that make you? A liar and a truther?
âWhat? But I thought-â
âI know I lied but iâm not good at this whole entanglement with men thing. I mean shit, my studies have been so neglected even I feel strange about it. With Jack being different and secretive I just wanted to respect his privacy. But I adore him, really. And Iâm glad I waited until last night.â
Jenniferâs mouth opened like she wanted to say something but she didnât, instead closing it again. She fumbled around in her jean shorts, taking out a pack of cigarettes. âFucking hell roomie, you are the most unsafe person I know and thatâs says a lot,â She huffs. Slowly you guide her to begin walking again, the university finally in sight. âSo you bled huh? Doesnât that only happen when the girl isnât wet enough?â Jennifer asked you. Invasive question. But at this point you had an obligation to answer some of her questions to keep Jack safe and away from prying eyes. Jennifer was nosy and mostly harmless, but she had a big mouth. âThat can be the case. Other times itâs because of how big the penis can beâŠ.â You say clinically. Jenniferâs green eyes widened as she sparked up her cigarette. âHoly shit! Youâre telling me that alien motherfucker is hung like a horse?â She giggled, inhaling and exhaling her cigarette.
Your nose crinkled. âWatch it.â You reminded her. Your face mustâve said it all because she cooled off. âTell me everything, I want every detail. How long did he last? Did he cum inside of you?â Jennifer rambled. What was her obsession with pregnancy? Maybe Jennifer was paranoid she was pregnant and was deflecting it onto you. âI donât kiss and tell, sorry Jen. But we can hangout tonight to makeup for worrying you.â You offered. You had absolutely zero concept on how to navigate a friendship, if this even was one. You glanced down at Jenniferâs stomach curiously. It was still as flat as ever, her playboy bunny belly piercing staring back at you. You didnât mean to be such a pessimist but even if she hypothetically was pregnant, the amount of drugs she snorted every other day would kill it before she hit two months.
âPerfect. Mark is throwing another party and I was already gonna go, now you can come with me! We need to get you socialized with other regular humans.â Jennifer exclaimed cheerfully, linking her arm with yours. You cringed at the thought of another party. âI dunno Jen, do these parties even have a real reason to be celebratedâŠ?â You asked, wondering if there was some holiday between Halloween and Thanksgiving you missed. Jennifer laughed, inhaling more of her cigarette. âNah, itâs just an excuse to get fucked up and for girls to makeout on whippets.â She replied cooly. As you both marched up the stairs you brushed past a group, a couple of the guys staring you down. The feeling made your skin crawl, their stares judgmental. You thought maybe it was the hickies on your neck, but most of them were covered by Jacks hoodie. You shrugged the feeling off, forcing yourself to look forward again and engage in the conversation with Jennifer.
âSorry, what are whippets?â
You considered this party a do-over. Not only was it something Jennifer sold to you like a sells pitch, but it was something you realized you needed. This time was different. No blind dates, no messy drunken stumbling into random forests. As you were getting dressed you also realized your brain needed to decompress. Your boyfriend, well, technically not your boyfriend but also basically your boyfriend, was a cannibal. As soon as you got back Jennifer went to take a nap to prepare for the party, giving you time to think. You had looked up urban legends about a man with no eyes, nearly a dozen showing up. So you narrowed it down to something more specific, a cannibal man with no eyes. Thatâs when articles started popping up. News reports and police sources claiming a being with no eyes was sneaking into peopleâs homes and stealing peopleâs organs as they slept. People would wake up with stitches woven into their skin, with no recollection of any of it happening. Theyâd go to the hospital and get an ultrasound, only to reveal an organ or two was missing.
Never a vital one. One that the person could live without as long as they were healthy and lived a healthy lifestyle. The sightings themselves were sketchy, ring doorbell cameras only having caught glimpses of Jacks mask. Never his face, never his skin. You hated to admit it but Jack was good at this. You supposed he had worked out the kinks over the years. It was sort of a relief to know you werenât crazy and even more relieving to see the articles stopped right around the time he met you. We wasnât lying. He really was trying to change. This made you believe in him. Maybe it was foolish. Naive. Stupid. Dangerous. But something in your gut was telling you he was trying to change for you, no matter how dysfunctional he may be. So you knew youâd seek him out again, but not tonight. Tonight? Youâd try to do what all college kids did, stress relieving. Tonight was about you and only you. The attraction you had to Jack was electric but you needed time to swallow him being a cannibal. You knew it wasnât by choice, his words held enough conviction and emotion to where you believed that completely and utterly.
You threw on something simple, a black dress you had stored away for funerals or special occasions. It wasnât too tight or too loose. It covered your cleavage completely, the sleeves long and concealing your arms. You dabbed borrowed makeup onto your neck to try to hide some of the hickies. But you did so sloppily, giving it a halfway attempt because somewhere deep inside of you, you thrived on the idea of others knowing you belonged to him. You were anxious that this was the first party you were attending where you knew what to expect and not only that but you expected to have a good time for once. When Jennifer finally stirred she slumped over to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. You were used to this behavior, the unpredictability of her actions when she sobered up. Once you heard the sound of pills rattling in a bottle, followed by the sound of them being crushed, you knew Jennifer would be alright. You shrugged on a pair of converse. You refused to be in heels, your feet always blistering afterwards or you always falling flat on your face. Those two things alone steered you far away. When Jennifer emerged from the bathroom she looked slightly more put together.
She wore a mini denim skirt, a white tank top that said âiâm hotâ in red letters, slit down the middle to reveal her cleavage, accompanied by a pair of platform flip flops. She was brushing her hair when she eyed you up and down. âWhat are you? A quirky 2012 wattpad girl? Donât tell me youâre gonna throw your hair up in a messy bun next.â She teased, but her teasing sometimes held a little too much venom to feel like it was just a joke. You rolled your eyes, turning to face her. âHaha, very funny. And what are you? A discount Lindsay Lohan?â You quipped. Jennifer let out a cackle, throwing her arm around you. âDude I am soooo rubbing off on you. Cmon letâs get going,â She said, guiding you both out of the door. As Jennifer rambled about needing a pedicure you listened intently, trying to get your mind off of the kidney you had unfortunately encountered way too early in your doctor career.
When you both arrived to Markâs, something was different. The atmosphere felt more heavy, the lights a dark red from the LED strips covering the interior. You raised an eyebrow at the smaller amount of people. âAre a lot of his friends busy or something? Whatâs with the smaller crowd?â You asked. Jennifer shrugged casually, typing on her phone. âSometimes Marco prefers to have smaller parties. More exclusive, more intimate. Easier to let loose without a bunch of losers ready to record everything,â Jennifer explained, putting her phone away. In a weird way, you felt kinda honored. Maybe Jennifer really was your friend. She was inviting you to an exclusive party, one you otherwise wouldâve had no idea existed. With it being smaller it wasnât as overbearingly loud. Sure there was music and chatter, everyone holding red solo cups and a group playing beer pong in the corner. This was more your speed. Although some of the gravity had lifted off of your shoulders, you felt yourself growing more uneasy. What was it Jennifer had said once? To follow your gut or something?
This time Jennifer didnât ditch you, leading you straight into the kitchen like it was her own. âWhat are we drinking? Whiskey? Vodka? Bacardi will get you fucked up the quickest.â Jennifer rambled, reaching into the liquor cabinet to grab the bottles. You watched as she set them down on the kitchen counter. In an odd, definitely unconventional way, it was like how you helped her with her drug intake. She was trying to help you, just like you had been helping her. âI donât know, you know what happened last time I got drunk.â You say awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. You looked over your shoulder at the people dancing, Jennifer pouring you both drinks. âHere, this is like the expensive vodka mixed with sprite. Itâs just one drink, you wonât blackout.â She said, handing you your cup. Awkwardly you accepted the red solo cup, giving her a worried grin as you both did cheers. She gulped hers like a champ while you sipped yours. The taste was strong, the liquor foreign on your tastebuds.
âThatâs the spirit!â Jennifer cheered on. She patted your back like you had done something impressive. With flushed red cheeks you were led to the main room, where Mark was DJing the music. Jennifer marched up to him, leaving you to trail behind her. You were nervous, your hands clammy. âBabe what is this garbage? Turn on some actual party music, iâm not dancing to Lil Baby.â She demanded, bickering with him. You felt like someone was staring at you, your gaze wondering the crowd. Was it the guys from earlier? But no. You noticed a man standing against the wall, face concealed by his hoodie. With the dim lighting you couldnât make out any of his facial features, shaggy hair covering anything you could possibly see. There was no drink in his hand, his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. You nervously drank more of your cup, watching as he laid against the wall like he owned the place. Smug and cocky.
Your mouth opened to see something to Jennifer, who had completed her quest to get Mark to play something more her style. An old Cobra Starship song played through the speakers, her cold hand guiding you to the dance floor. She began to dance to the beat, dancing as if no one was watching. âCmon! Dance with me!â Jennifer insisted. You glanced over your shoulder, the odd man gone. She had already finished her cup of alcohol, carelessly tossing the red solo cup behind her. You watched as she swayed her hips side to side, her moves smooth. Trying to be brave you gulped more of your drink, forcing yourself to finish it. Your movements were awkward as you tried to dance, Jennifer giggling as she lost herself in the music. For once you werenât thinking about boys or exams, just the moment in front of you. She seemed to be so graceful, as if she had done this a thousand times. Which if you were being honest she probably had.
Her hands found your waist, guiding them how to move. âLike that! Youâre doing great!â She encouraged you. With her encouragement and the weird guy out of sight and mind, you danced freely. Your head began to spin, Jenniferâs body and the red lights blending together. Your body felt uncoordinated, like your brain was disconnecting with how your body moved. This felt different from before, your conscious unsure if your body was even moving at this point. You tried to stand still, trying to get your vision to settle. The loud 3oh!3 song was audible, but your body felt like it was failing. âBathroom.â You slurred out, moving through the crowd of people. Jennifer grabbed your arm, stopping you. âRelax girl, youâre fine. Come sit up here.â Jennifer suggested, guiding you to sit behind the DJ booth. Mark stood in front of the both of you, preventing anyone from peering in. You blinked rapidly as Jenniferâs face blurred. âThat shit was strong huh?â She chuckled.
The ginger brushed hair out of your face, her face twisting into an unreadable expression. âHey, why didnât you invite Jack?â She asked suddenly. You almost thought you misunderstood her, your head spinning. Everytime you closed your eyes you felt like the room was moving around you. âWha? Jack? Doesnât like crowds.â You grumbled. The music felt like it was pulsing in your chest now, the base making your ribs rattle. You slumped against the wall, feeling like you couldnât move. âDoesnât like crowds huh? Thatâs convenient. Tell me, what do you know about him really?â Jennifer pried. Your face scrunched in confusion, your consciousness beginning to fade. Your vision grew spotty, a sharp slap jolting you awake. Or as awake as you could be. âDonât passout on me, tell me about Jack,â Jennifer rambled. You blinked slowly, struggling to form coherent sentences now.
âHeâs⊠nice? Like-, like he getsss me.â
You thought you were hallucinating when Ethan rounded the DJ booth, kneeling beside Jennifer. âYou knocked her ass out that hard?â He questioned Jennifer, shaking his head. His dreads were oddly captivating as he moved, your brain struggling to register he was there. You slurred a questioning noise. Jennifer rolled her eyes, holding you upright. âDidnât expect her to drink it all,â She bickered. What were you hearing? Why couldnât you process it? Your ears began to ring as a loud Kesha song played, your body lifting itself up for you. You gripped the wall, everything a blur. You could see Ethan and Jenniferâs mouths moving as they argued, their voices inaudible. All you could feel was the thumping in your chest, the base from the song providing the only sensation you could feel. Numbly you stumbled around, desperately searching for a bathroom. Your hands grip the hallway walls, accidentally knocking off photo frames in the process. You thought you heard glass shattering but you couldnât even hear yourself think.
Nearly tripping over your own feet you entered the closest bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Your hands were shaky as you tried to flick the lock shut, falling onto the floor and curling up into a ball. Your cheek hit the cold tile, the room illuminated by those cursed red LED lights. Your body was numb, its movements out of your control. Your brain felt disconnected, the cold tile making goosebumps raise across your skin. What were you even looking at? The side of a bath tub? Your breathing became manual, your brain struggling to stay conscious.
The man knew he had to intervene. He frowned as he watched you stumble into the bathroom, glass shattering behind you as photographs from the wall fell. He looked over at the ginger and two men who had been with you, all of them arguing. He clenched his jaw, not liking what he was overhearing.
âWhat the fuck were you thinking?! Sheâs useless now! Sheâs practically a vegetable!â
âDid you have a better idea on her telling us about Jack? She wouldnât tell me anything!â
âGuys letâs think about this rationally, because what the fuck do we do with her now?â
âShit, where is she?â
The man knew he had to move and move quickly, before the broken glass trail led them straight to you. He dipped into the kitchen and took a swig of whiskey, digging into the back of his belt. His cold hand tightened around the metal. He aimed it sloppily, aiming at the wall beside the gingers head. The gunshot caused chaos as planned. All attendees began to scatter, screaming and throwing their drinks aside carelessly. The trio that had swarmed you were also running, leaving the house empty. Except for him and you. He took another swig of whiskey, walking into the living room. He was proud of his work, Lady Gagaâs voice the only sound now audible. Peeking through the window he saw everyone continuing to run to the main campus. He needed to make this quick, before the police rolled up. The glass crackled under his boots.
Attempting the foreign concept of politeness he knocked on the bathroom door. Your broken groan granted him what he deemed to be agreement for him to come in. You were sprawled on the floor, eyes halfway rolled back. The man kneeled beside you, not bothering to hide his handgun. âYou a friend of Jacks?â He grunted out. You managed to hear Jacks jame, your lips opening to say something but your voice strained. It was as if your words were caught into your throat, unable to claw their way out. The man rubbed his temple. âAlright, up you go.â He grumbled. His strong hands picked you up, carrying you bridal style to protect your modesty since your legs were exposed. He kicked open the back door, the faint sound of police sirens in the distance audible. He carried you as if you weighed nothing, your fingers gripping his hoodie as he carried you into the woods. You were able to make out one thing and one thing only: his white hoodie. That was the last thing you saw before passing out.
did someone acc ask for 600 for four characters đđđđ
Bitch you arenât Picasso what??
I CANT MAKE THIS SHIT UP
iâd say maybe around 10 artist originally dmed me and their prices were like at the CHEAPEST around $100 just for the sketch of the head w no like contrast or anything or background
3 of them straight up kept dming me pretending to be my friend, one consistently would just ask me for a commission, i ended up just having to block all of them. like how discouraging is it that i was like âoh hell yeah iâm finally making friends on tumblr after being on here for a yearâ and then they just wanna fein off of me for money
1 asked for an ej fic in exchange for a piece which was legit just me inna mirror w ej behind me and she ghosted me
the artist i settled with i paid $300 for (smh at past me) and was lowkey on some scamming shit. the og account she contacted me on âgot deletedâ mysteriously after we agreed on $300. so then when she was done she tried (on the new account) to say it was $350. which, i was going to tip $50 until she tried to scam me and THEN âcame up with a projectâ to create me a pfp i never asked for, nor wanted. she was already paid and once she sent the final piece i just blocked her
if yall see me ever using AI art for anything related to my page i respectfully do not want to hear anything about it
my experience with artists/commissions on this platform has been fucking awful
hey artists, donât dm me and pretend to be my friend just to then offer me a commission, because itâs so obvious thatâs the only reason youâre talking to me. also donât ask me to write a fic in exchange for a piece (which has already been written and posted) and then never hold up your end of the deal. and for the fucking record, i am so sorry no artist should be charging $600 for a line up of four characters against a blank background with numbers
you bitches have lost your goddamn mind, leave me the fuck alone
sum: you wake up in jacks cabin, searching for water. little did you know that decision would lead you to a terrible discovery
tw: n/a
a/n: we love character development
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Things were different when you woke up.
You were in Jacks cabin, having been cleaned up and gently dressed in his hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts. You assumed they were his, the string needing to be tied extra tight to fit your waist. When you stirred you noticed one thing immediately, the absence of warmth. Rolling over revealed Jacks absence. You frowned, moving the sheets off of you as you sat up properly. You threw the blankets off of you, bare feet padding on the wooden floor. You opened your phone, battery almost dead. It was only Jennifer that had messaged you.
From Jen Jen:
hey gurlll, hope youâre being safe. donât forget to take your birth control! xoxo
You rolled your eyes as you dug in your pocket, finding the stupid box. You supposed you might as well, the faint feeling of Jack being deep inside of you calling for such protocol.
Going to walk you immediately flinched, a soreness painful from between your legs. You walked awkwardly, hoping Jack would have pain killers downstairs too. âHey Jack? You got any ibuprofen or anything?â You called out. You opened the bedroom door, the cabin quiet in an unsettling eerie sense. Your eyebrows furrowed as you headed downstairs, the wood creaking under your weight with each step. âJack? You okay?â You called out. Where was he? You stopped in the bathroom, flickering the light on. It buzzed in protest to life, revealing your face. Hickies covered your neck, a sheepish smile creeping up your face. Jennifer would have a field day with this one. Your fingertips absentmindedly traced the marks, the marks of pure possession. You went to turn on the water, the water coming out brown.
You cringed. Gross. How was Jack living like this? You exited the bathroom, heading to the kitchen. You had no idea how long you had been asleep, but the sun was setting and disappearing quickly. You turned on a lantern sat on the kitchen counter, rummaging around for ibuprofen. Maybe Jack had gone outside to pee, considering the plumbing situation looked far from ideal. You finally found the bottle of ibuprofen he had given you the first day you officially met. You grinned, pouring two of the little red pills into your hand. You took out the birth control, setting the two side by side. Testing the tap from the kitchen, you discovered the water came out brown there also. You quickly shut off the tap, padding over to the fridge. What were the chances Jack had any sort of water bottles? He did that one time, maybe he had more. When you opened the fridge you froze, your face dropping at the sight.
No condiments. No water. Just carefully labeled jars organized into neat and precise rows. Your eyebrows furrowed as you squatted down in front of the fridge. âWhat the fuckâŠ?â Your voice trailed off as you looked all around it. Not even a sauce packet in sight and definitely no food. You reached out, grabbing a jar labeled âK, day 330â. The liquid inside was murky, preventing you from seeing whatever was inside. You raised your eyebrows as you shook the jar, something thick and hard inside. It was hard to tell what shape it was, given the thick liquid surrounding it. You hesitantly began to unscrew the lid, cringing at the mere smell. You felt like you could vomit, your stomach churning at the sight. âJesus, fucking, ugh-â You grunted. You immediately turned your nose away, setting the jar on the counter. What was this shit?
Out of the corner of your eye you saw a water bottle on the counter. You quickly took the birth control and ibuprofen, deciding to pour out some of the liquid to see what exactly was in the jar. You chugged the water as you poured some liquid into the sink, your face twisting in horror at the sight of a human kidney. You dropped the jar in the sink, glass audibly shattering. You had unintentionally spat out your water, the droplets covering the faucet and sides of the sink. You gagged as you forced yourself to stare at it. A human kidney? What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. You scrambled backwards, calling the only person you could think of to call. You tried to call Jennifer, your parents too far on the other side of town and regrettably, she would be the only one with any sort of clue as to where you were. You anxiously dialed her phone number, holding the phone up to your ear.
The ringing felt like a mockery as you tried to slow your heart rate, knowing Jack could hear it with every beat. Jennifer finally answered, your body trembling as you stared at the organ. ââŠ.Roomie?âŠ. You okay?â The ginger asked. Her voice was distorted, sounding like borderline static. âJennifer? Hello? I need you to come get me, thereâs something wrong, really fucking wrong,â You said, your voice cracking. Jack was a serial killer, he had to be. What was this? The Jeffrey Dahmer special? ââŠWrong? What⊠Did heâŠ? Where-â Jennifer questioned, but her voice kept cutting out. You gripped the phone so hard your knuckles were turning white. âIâm at his cabin! Thereâs a goddamn organ in his sink! Please hurry! Jen?â You panted. You looked at your phone, realizing that your phone had died when it cut off Jenniferâs distorted voice. You fell back against the counter, blinking rapidly. You felt like you could cry, panic washing over you. Heavy footsteps came from outside on the front porch, the sound having to be Jacks boots. You grabbed an ancient, rusty looking frying pan from one of the hooks on the wall.
As quietly as possible you slipped out of the kitchen, sliding down the hallway and keeping the makeshift weapon against your chest.
Jack came in as always, hoping youâd still be asleep so heâd have time to rinse off the blood. He froze in the doorway, his eye sockets widening. He could hear your heart racing. Were you okay? He tossed aside his mask urgently, marching over towards the staircase to check on you in bed. Thatâs when he saw it. The fridge door was still wide open, the yellow light coloring the floorboard. His nose twitched as he then picked up a scent he recognized all too well. He scrambled over, one of his presaved meals, a prime kidney, left in the sink along with the broken glass he had stored it in. He realized you had seen the contents of his fridge. âLove? Itâs me. Come out, letâs talk,â Jack called out. He knew you were still there, he could smell you. His voice echoed through out the house, silence the only response he got. He ran his fingers through his hair, the crimson blood staining his chestnut brown hair in the process. âThis isnât what it looks like, I can explain,â Jack rambled. Between his own heavy breathing and your heart pounding against your rib cage, it made it hard to think.
It didnât help that Jack had just eaten a fresh kill, so his senses were dulled. âLove, I would never ever hurt you. Just come out, let me explain. Iâm your protector, I adore you, iâd never do anything to harm you,â Jack rambled, growing anxious. He knew you were here. He hated that he could smell your ever growing fear. He walked down the hallway downstairs, peaking inside of the bathroom. âYou in here?â He asked. He was growing desperate, the evidence in his tone. He sighed, narrowly noticing a flash of a figure running upstairs. âHey! Please let me talk to you!â Jack called out. He ran up after you, watching you dart into the bedroom. Jack had every inch of power to break down the wood but he refrained himself, wanting you to not be afraid. He pounded on the door. âIâm coming in. Please listen to me and hear me out,â Jack pleaded. He crept inside of the bedroom, the sheets tangled and room seemingly empty. Ever so slowly you slid out from behind the back of the door, slamming the frying pan down on his head. You gasped, mostly to yourself, as Jack slumped over. He collapsed onto the floor, the attack having locked him out cold.
You stepped over his knocked out body, chest heaving with exhaustion and panic. You nudged him with your foot, ensuring he was completely unconscious. You let out a sigh of relief before burying your face in your hands, wondering what to do.
Jacks vision was blurry when he first awoke. He blinked groggily, letting out a groan from his throbbing head. He went to rub his eye sockets, only to find his hands had been restrained. He struggled for a moment, before looking around rapidly. Through his blurred vision and struggle, he realized he had been tied to a chair with his hands tied behind his back. His mask had been removed but he remained fully clothed. His head throbbed as his vision finally settled. In front of him was you. Still dressed as you were before, heavy frying pan in hand. You had pulled a chair out in front of him, your eyes narrowed. âLove, let me out, we can talk this out, thereâs no need for this,â Jack rambled. You knew given his current state he was dizzy, but he probably had the strength to break the restraints. If he was able to harvest organs for some sick collection, he surely had animalistic abilities too.
âExplain what? The goddamn organs in your fridge?! Explain that! How could you not tell me?!â You hissed. You felt violated, like you were staring back at a stranger you had believed you had known so well. âDo you remember when you asked me why I stood you up? I dodged the question but you didnât notice. Which I understand, my appearance can be rather distracting,â Jack began. His shoulders slumped in defeat. The day of reckoning had come and now Jack was forced to face the music. âI didnât show because I was jealous that you had agreed to a date with Ethan but it wasnât just that. IâŠ. I had just eaten,â He explained. He felt genuine remorse, his chest tightening. You knew the answer to the next question, but you had to ask. You had to hear him say it. âAnd what is it exactly that you eat?â You asked, voice trembling. You flexed your hand around the skillet so youâd have something to hang onto.
âA long time ago, people tortured me. They made me like this. They took out my eyes, poured black tar in them. They were trying to sacrifice me to some deity or something. I donât remember much, itâs such a blur. But I remember that when I had managed to break free, that I had a new hunger. A kind I had never had before. That cult, those people. I killed them all. One by one, until none of them were left. But it wasnât just the attraction of the kill I wanted. I was hungry, starving. I ate their organs. Ripped em open and clawed at their insides like a mad man,â Jack began. He felt hot shame wash over him. âBut you have to believe me thatâs not who I am anymore. Iâve learned to control my urges. I donât kill for sport, I kill because I have to. Because my body demands it,â He rambled. The turmoil was written all over his face. Your expression was unreadable, face hardened by a sense of justified betrayal.
âIâve tried to eat human food, I canât. I donât even need water. I have tried to starve myself to death, but it doesnât work. All it does is make me more ravenous and I end up slaughtering dozens,â Jack continued. His eye sockets met yours, desperate and pleading. âI was already trying to change, to be a better person. But when I met you, I started trying to be the best I can be. For you. I stocked up on organs, so I could be there when you need me. They taste sour when theyâre not fresh but I can live with that, if it means being able to spend any time I can with you. I donât enjoy being what I am, but I didnât choose it but please believe me. I am trying,â He finished, hanging his head. His shoulders were slumped as if given into defeat. You swallowed thickly as you stared at him. âWhy didnât you tell me? Why did I have to find out by rummaging through your fridge for water?â You asked, voice cracking. Jack hated to hear you so upset, his own heart pounding.
âI had to. Iâm a cannibal. You never wouldâve trusted me. I know iâm a selfish bastard but iâve known how iâve felt about you since I saved you from that coyote,â Jack answered. He shook his head, as if trying to banish any impure thoughts from continuing. âI left this morning to find another kill. After last night⊠My body gets confused with the concept of lust. Iâve concluded my hormones are irregular,â He said. He lifted his head to meet your judgmental gaze. âI know I look like a monster. I know you think I am. But I utterly adore you. Iâd do anything for you. Iâd follow you to the ends of the earth. PleaseâŠâ He pleaded. His chest tightened at the idea of losing you. âIs there anything else I need to know? Anything else youâve been hiding?â You questioned. Jack forced himself to hold your gaze steady. âI go into heats. Not often, just during the spring. When I do, I tend to lose myself. Not to the idea of killing but the idea of mating,â He panted, feeling like he was suffocating. He had done it, he had laid his entire soul out in front of you on display. He knew your mind was spinning, that this was a lot to process.
Everything had clicked into place for you, the mystery of Jack having solved itself right in front of you. You didnât know what to do, your heart aching in your chest. âPlease accept me. Give me the honor of following you for the rest of my existence,â He pleaded. His ears twitched as he heard Jenniferâs pitchy voice, calling out your name. âYour roommate is coming for you. I can hear her,â He huffed. You sighed heavily, rubbing your temples. âShit, mustâve left my location on,â You grumbled. Jacks eye sockets widened. âWhat? You led them here? Thatâs incredibly reckless!â Jack exclaimed. Slender would have his head for outing his kind. You put your hand up to silence him. âRelax, iâm not gonna snitch on you. This is just complicated now,â You gesture between the two of you before putting the frying pan aside. You got out of your chair and cupped his face. âI will find a way to forgive you, I promise. I just need time. You and I? Weâre far from over. But right now?â You say. Jenniferâs voice is now audible to you, yelling your name. âIâm saving your ass,â You kiss him gently, ruffling his hair.
âThank you for last night, iâll never forget it for as long as I live. I promise weâll meet again. Donât know where or when, but we will.â
And with those departing words you ran out of the cabin to distract Jennifer from finding your cannibal lover.
Tara can you summerize what follow you is about? I lowkey wanna know before zi lounge in another long fic, its usually hard for me to get into a long fic and pay attention full time so I wanna know like whats the plot and whats happening so it lures me inđ
the cult that sacrificed ej comes back and i threw the reader in there if you want like the shortest answerđ
a/n: this may be the most wholesome sex iâve ever crafted
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You were stressing.
It was happening, it was finally happening. You had looked up all of the tips and tricks on what to do before losing your virginity. You had deep showered, shaved, scrubbed your scalp, used a hair mask. You wanted everything to be perfect. You sat at your desk, using a small mirror to attempt to put on makeup. Jennifer laid on her bed behind you, hanging upside like she always did. She had mentioned something about the high she felt with her blood going all to her head, but you werenât really paying attention. She was typing away on her phone, the two of you having not spoken since before you were dragged to the arcade.
âSo whereâd you go last night?â
Her voice was curious. Non-threatening and from what you could tell, non judgmental. âOut,â You say flatly. Her venomous words about Jack were still stinging, your gut feeling even more defensive now that you couldnât deny you had feelings for him. âEthan was looking for you, you know. Said you got all weird and panicky,â She replied, her nails clicking against the screen. You applied a light layer of mascara, trying to highlight your eye color. Would it smudge? Probably. âYeah well, itâs not everyday your roommate announces your kinks to strangers,â You bickered. Technically, you didnât even really know if you had a mask kink. But Jennifer thought you did and she did tell Ethan. You knew sheâd love to gossip, but you didnât think sheâd be so nasty as to betray your trust.
âFirstly Ethan isnât a stranger and secondly, the oversized hoodie wasnât getting you any brownie points. I was trying to help you,â The ginger replied sassily. She rolled over on her stomach, staring at you with eyeshadow smudged around her eyes. You had guessed she had just slept in her makeup. âYou know there are other attributes to a person other than looks or sex right?â You argued. You blinked rapidly as you tried to not freak out that you almost poked yourself in the eye with the mascara wand. âThatâs funny, considering you still havenât answered my question,â She quipped. You finished coating your left set of lashes before turning in your chair. In one hand you gripped the mirror and in the other you held the bottle of mascara. âAnswer what question Jennifer?â You said, getting rather annoyed. She popped her bubblegum before sliding it back into her mouth to chew some more.
âItâs obvious you didnât go home with Ethan and you didnât come back here. So let me guess, you stayed the night with Jack?â She asked, prying for answers. You tried to focus on coating your right eye with mascara. âEven if I did Jen, whatâs it to you? Iâm an adult. I can spend the night in Kansas if I wanted to,â You argued, growing more and more annoyed. Jennifer finally sat up properly, her crop top riding up her chest. Tight booty shorts barely covered her bottom half, so you tried to keep your eyes on the mirror and nothing else. âLook iâm just worried about you,â Jennifer replied, feigning innocence. She put her pale hand on your knee, her long neon pink nails unintentionally scratching your skin. You finally met her gaze, her green eyes stared back at you. âLook I may not like this Jack guy for you but I know youâre not exactly a pro at this whole college life thing. Are you using protection or on the pill?â She asked suddenly. Her bluntness nearly made you drop the handheld mirror. âIâm sorry what?â You asked, seeking clarification. There was no way Jennifer of all people was trying to give you some twisted version of the birds and bees talk.
âCmon roomie I know you. Youâre innocent but youâre smart enough to know how babies are made. I wanna make sure youâre being safe. Would be such a shame for you to end up pregnant and destroy your college career,â She continued. You watched as she dug into her drawer, holding up a white and green box before tossing it to you. âThatâs birth control. I recommend taking it, really,â Jennifer instructs you, uncharacteristically serious. You hold the box and flip it over. Sure it looks like normal birth control but the very last person youâd expect to be shoving you the box would be Jennifer. âUh okay, thanks. Guess I havenât really thought about it,â You replied awkwardly, putting the box in your hoodie pocket. She handed you a water bottle. âNo no go ahead and take it now,â She insisted. If this was any other scenario, you wouldâve questioned the insistence. You opened the box, the birth control pills in the trade mark packaging where you can pop them out one at a time.
You realized maybe this was Jenniferâs weird way of apologizing for being such a control freak about Ethan. Maybe she really was trying to help you. You were relieved to confirm every pill was sealed, popping one out with your thumb. In her eyes you had been out having reckless sex with no protection. She was trying to help you, surely. You took the birth control and swallowed the water before wiping your upper lip. âBetter?â You ask her, trying to conceal your sarcasm. Jennifer grinned, her teeth blue from whatever toxic candy she had been devouring prior. âOh shit I forgot to ask, whenâs the last time you had your period?â She questioned. You raised an eyebrow this time, setting the birth control aside. âUh, whyâŠ?â You asked. This was getting a bit invasive, even for her. Mind you, this was the same girl who had you calculate the exact amount of milligrams in a pill she could take without dying. âWell we wanna make sure youâre not pregnant right? Donât get all shy on me now. Weâre roommates after all,â She continued to pry. Or at least, attempted to.
Sure, you were smart enough to know the question was logical since the birth control would effect the hypothetical baby that has no chance of existing but if that was the case here, why didnât she just say that? You searched her eyes, hoping to find some sort of sense lurking in them. Finding a gaze you didnât recognize, you leaned back as you quickly applied mascara to your other eye before setting down your stuff. âI promise you iâm not pregnant so donât worry about me,â You shrugged off, misting yourself in body spray. You rose to your feet and ran yourself fingers to your hair. Jennifer was quick to get up with you, almost antsy as she took a step closer. âI just want you to be safe. You can tell me anything. Even if itâs about Jack,â She rambled. You stared at her as if she had gone mad, which you almost decided to be true. You grabbed your bag, sliding on your shoes quickly.
âUh thanks Jen, but iâm going to get going, bye now,â You announced, slipping out of the room. Faintly you heard her call out to you, saying you could trust her. Surely she was just on a drug binge. What kinda drug could make her hyper focused on your ovaries? Surely not her shitty adderall. You shuddered and shoved down the thought, marching down the stairs to go see Jack. As you walked across the campus towards the woods, you felt like you were being watched. A normal person wouldâve felt that paranoid from the direction of the forest. Instead you felt like someone was watching you from behind. But you werenât doing anything wrong. It was a free country, you could go into the woods at night. A shiver ran down your spine at the cold air surrounding you, but you knew you felt eyes burning in the back of your head. You couldâve turned around and looked but you didnât. You didnât turn around because you were confident that Jack would protect you from anything and everything.
You anxiously walked up to the forest line, Jack immediately stepping into view. âHey,â You said awkwardly, delivering a small wave. Jack grinned a little under his mask. âHey. I have a surprise waiting for you. Trust me?â He asked. You nodded, readjusting the bag on your shoulder. âAlways, just tell me what to do,â You agreed. Jack placed one of his large hands over your eyes, hiding your sight. He stepped behind you, guiding you to walk forwards. âIâll guide you to our destination, just keep walking,â Jack instructed. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, even through the layers of clothes. You nervously smiled as you heard twigs crunch beneath your shoes. âAre we going to the cabin?â You asked curiously. Jack chuckled, butterflies swarming around his stomach. âNo, not quite. Thought iâd find somewhere more intimate,â He explained. After a few more minutes of walking Jack removed his hand, the sight before you unfolding with ease.
A giant quilt laid on a patch of grass beside the lake, candles surrounding it. The small orange flames illuminated the small area. The lake was just as quiet and pretty as ever, the moonbeams bouncing off of it. You sat down your bag on the grass, your eyes softening. âIs it alright? No one ever comes out this far so we have complete privacy,â Jack rambled anxiously, unsure if you liked the concept or not. Truth was, he didnât deem the cabin good enough for you. It was too stuffy. Too dull. If Jack wanted anything, he wanted you to have the best first time one could ever provide. âI think itâs perfect,â You whispered. You grabbed Jacks hand, guiding him to the quilt. You slid off your shoes, Jack following suit. You sat down, Jack sitting in front of you. âYou know I need to take off your mask, right?â You asked. Jack nodded affirmatively. âI trust you,â He confirmed or at least, he was trying to. Your hands were shaky as you lifted his mask, sliding it over his head. His eye sockets stared back at you, your face softening.
âHey Jack?â
âYeah?â
âKiss me.â
Your consent was all he needed, the demon leaning forward and capturing your lips and his. He tried his hardest to be gentle, but your taste was driving him wild. He guided you to lay down, kissing down your chin to your neck. He tested the waters, gently sucking. âIf iâm too rough or it hurts, let me know immediately. Understand?â Jack ordered. You nodded affirmatively, tilting your head back to grant him better access to your neck. Jack knew he needed to take his time, to make sure you were aroused as possible. He knew this idea was reckless and the indulgence in such activities could seriously hurt you. So, he took precautions. He ate before he got here, scrubbed his teeth and mouth. That way he wouldnât confuse hunger with arousal. He nipped gently at your neck, his large hands exploring your curves. He was gentle as his warm palms explored your smooth skin underneath his hoodie. With hooded eyelids he looked up, your face pink with anticipation and want.
Giving you time to protest, he slowly lifted the piece of clothing and tossed it aside. Beneath him you were just in a bra now, your eyes opening to meet his gaze. âThis okay?â He asked you. You nodded affirmatively, guiding his hands back on your skin. âItâs a little chilly, keep me warm, okay?â You suggested, the suggestion coming off more like a plea. Jack grinned, hands trailing up to your breasts. He lifted your lacey bra, his eye sockets widening at the sight of your exposed skin. Your nipples perked under the cool air, heat rushing to your face with embarrassment. You twitched to cover them, Jack grabbing your wrists quickly but not roughly. âDonât. Donât hide from me. Youâre beautiful,â He panted. He leaned down, his breath warm against your skin. Goosebumps ran up your arms as he attached his lips to your left nipple, sucking gently. As soon as a beautiful sigh of relief escaped your lips, Jack knew he was on the right track. He used his hand to cup your other breast, before twisting at the nipple. You squirmed in delight beneath him, letting out a breathy, âJackâŠ.â
He shrugged off his sweater, revealing his muscular chest. He dove back to pay attention to your other nipple, your left one covered in his saliva. A slight gray tint came along with it, your arousal growing so much Jack could smell it. He released your nipple with a pop, kissing down your stomach. âYou doing okay?â Jack asked you, hands moving slow as he undid your jeans. He was moving slow and steady, anticipating you to tell him to stop at any moment. âY-Yeah, why?â You stammered, lifting your hips to help him take off your pants. He smirked, the kind that made your heart skip a beat. âJust checking in. Youâve only moaned my name so far,â Jack chuckled, feeling a swell of masculine pride. You let out a laugh, playfully shoving his shoulder. âIsnât that what youâre supposed to do?â You asked as you smiled down at him. He pulled off your jeans and panties in one swift motion, leaving you completely exposed.
âMaybe, just donât hold back. Yeah? I like hearing those pretty sounds,â Jack praised. Your arousal smelled so appetizing his mouth was almost watering. He needed down between your legs, wrapping his arms around your soft and plump thighs. He licked a stripe up your folds, the sensation immediately making your hips buck upwards. âFuck! That f-felt so good,â You stuttered. You were embarrassed, your legs trying to close but Jack wasnât having it. âJust relax and let me make you feel good,â He purred. He dove back in between your folds, one tongue curling around your clit, another teasing your entrance. You let out a loud moan as one of his tongues fully slides inside of you, curling upwards. âHoly fuck, your tongues are that strong?â You panted. One of your hands shot down to his hair, tugging him impossibly closer. Jack relished in the fact you were practically riding his face as your body begged for release. He slipped in another tongue, stretching you out with two of his tongues.
You began to squirm from the intensity of the stimulation, Jack moving one of his arms to hold your hips down and hold you firmly in place. âRight there, right fucking there, mmm-,â You whimpered. You accidentally tugged Jacks hair so hard he groaned against your folds. He could feel your walls squeezing him, your impending release coming faster than he had anticipated. He focused on keeping the steady rhythm, your thighs shaking as you came on his tongues. Your groans echoed through out the trees. Jack was happy to lap at you throughout your orgasm. âFuck, you have no idea how good you taste,â Jack hummed, pulling back from between your legs. The moonlight highlighted the pink hue, your juices covering his chin. He crawled up you slowly, bringing his face with yours. He kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. âAre you sure about going through with this?â Jack asked, feeling self conscious despite his cock aching against his jeans.
âIâve never been more sure about anything in my life,â You whispered. Jack unbuckled his belt, clumsily undressing himself. You both stared at his cock, your eyes widened by the size. âIâll go slow, I promise. All I wanna do is make you feel good,â Jack said. He stroked his shaft as he leaned forward, leaning over you. âRelax the best you can for me, okay?â He instructed. You sputtered an agreement, eager to feel him. Your core ached and despite the intimidating size, you didnât care. You just needed him inside of you. The feeling was a variation of desperation you hadnât felt before. Jack slowly edged at your entrance, pushing himself inside. You let out a gasp, your eyes screwing shut in initial shock and pain. Jack kissed your neck, sucking hickies onto your skin to try to help you relax. His girth was stretching out further than you could comprehend. You let out a yelp, nails clawing at his back. âShh. I know pretty girl, I know. Youâre doing so well,â Jack praised in your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he pushed in deeper.
He could feel your gummy walls were struggling to accommodate him. Jack felt bad, while also having a hard time keeping himself controlled. He wanted to ram inside of you but he waited. He respected you. He slid one hand down to your clit, drawing slow circles to match the slow and sensational movements. âThatâs it. Taking me like a good girl. So proud of you,â Jack purred. He was halfway there, your nails digging deeper in his back. Your noises were a mixture of painful whines and pleasurable whimpers, your eyes slowly relaxing. âLook at me pretty girl. One more push, yeah?â He said softly. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. His eye sockets stared back at you, his face softened as he soaked in every minor detail of your expressions. He didnât wanna miss anything, as if he was afraid youâd vanish into thin air. You nodded affirmatively, his hips thrusting one last time. He bottomed out inside of you, allowing you to cock warm him so youâd adjust. His tip was right against your g spot, your lips parted as you felt so full.
âItâs okay, iâm all the way in. Breathe for me,â Jack grunted, struggling to hold himself back. You took deep breaths, the circles being drawn around your clit helping immensely. âIâm o-okay, you can move now,â You speak up, looking down. You both watch as Jack slowly slides out of you, your juices coating his shaft. He thrust back into you. Slowly at first, keeping his fingers steady against your clit. He grinned as he began to go faster, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. âGood girl. You feel so warm, so tight,â Jack huffed, a groan escaping his lips. As he picked up the pace his lips met yours for a sloppy kiss, one of his tongues slipping into your mouth to swallow your moans. His thrust were steady and powerful, his thumb circling your clit faster and faster. âFuckâ you have no idea, shit, how deep you are,â You babbled, thighs trembling as he abused your g spot. Jack chuckled, brushing some hair out of your face. âTrust me love, I have an idea,â He grinned. Once he felt you fully adjusted he experimented, using his hands to grab behind your knees. He pushed your legs up, locking you into a deeper mating press.
âHoly shit! H-How are you even deeper?â You stammered, clutching the quilt. Jack looked down, noticing a visible stomach bulge with thrust he made in the shape of his cock. âDifferent positions, different feelings,â Jack answered, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from losing control. You were drunk on the sensation of his cock, your body a slave to the pleasure. âCan we try them all?â You asked naively. Jack couldâve came on the spot. He chuckled, leaning forward and nibbling ever so lightly on your earlobe. âOf course love, just not tonight. I may break you,â He whispered. You felt a now familiar sensation boiling in your core. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. âJack, iâm gonna cum, iâm so close,â You warned. Jack continued his pace, holding the back of your head tenderly. âItâs alright, let go for me. My sweet girl,â He praised. Your body shook as you came on his cock, your eyes rolling back in euphoria.
Jack fucked you slowly as you came, his own orgasm about to arise. âWhere do you want me? Iâm close,â He panted. Your eyes opened, gazing up into his eye sockets. âCum in me, iâm on the pill,â You demanded. That was all it took, Jacks hips stuttering as he released deep inside of you. He moaned your name as he came, his seed planting itself deep inside of your fertile womb. With one final thrust he held himself up above you, trying to catch his breath. He could hear your heart pounding. He could smell the mixture of your combined fluids. He blinked a few times, ever so slowly. He looked down at you with pure admiration. Flushed cheeks, tinted with a light pink hue. Plump lips. Your eyes were fucked out and dazed as you looked up at him.
âHi.â
âHey.â
You took a deep breath, giving Jack a loving grin.
âYouâre perfect. Now, can you carry me to the cabin so we can cuddle?â
