💔 - Does forgiveness come easily or with difficulty to this oc? Can they forgive others? What about themselves?
Ahh thank you for the ask!! more than happy to talk about my himbo Jack!!!
💔 - Does forgiveness come easily or with difficulty to this oc? Can they forgive others? What about themselves
For Jack I would say that he can tell somebody that he forgives them, but I feel like it would actually take a while for him to actually forgive somebody. As dumb and gullible as he is, he isn't a doormat. He isn't just going to forgive somebody just because they asked him to, especially if they hurt him. He's a big believer in actions over words, so he'll only truly forgive somebody once they've earned it.
But I'll also say that for Jack it depends on what happened, if it was just a lil accident or something then yeah, he'll be quicker to forgive. He wouldn't see a point in not forgiving them over something small. But if it was something big, like hurting somebody he loves and cares about then you'll be in his bad books for a long time.
I think the exception for Jack is himself, he does have a hard time forgiving himself for making mistakes, big or small. It's not that he think's he doesn't deserve it, he just thinks it shouldn't of happened in the first place. That comes from a place of insecurity in him, the need to always be good at something, just that need to always have to prove his worth to the people around him.
Well hey there, Bex! So, The Driller Killer aka Johnny. We love him. Char and I have a request in mind, so hear us out! Our darling rock-a-billy babe is totally the possessive type and would love to break you until you're on the edge. Ya know, some good old fashioned degradation, orgasm denial, and some delicious cream pie to treat you at the very end. But you know, add a little bit of...spice with some dream manipulation? We had a prompt in mind as well: "say my name over and over again, and once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who's making you feel good." Please thank you, you stunning queen! 🙏🏻👑
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Tina I fucking missed ya! My God it has been a minute since you have requested something! And teaming up with Lottie for this? Gorg. BLESS YOU BOTH FOR THIS PROMPT! This is quality Triple X Bexxx Speical fuel deadass. So I went off, this is my first time writing for the Driller Killer obvi and the fact I am doing it for the both of you is AMAZING! I love. Also I know we figured out his name is Russ but fuck it I like to think after he died and changed he picked a new name for himself and it’s Johnny. And is it because I have seen other writing of him with the same name and vibed? Yes. Am I sorry? No. The night we all watched this movie was so fun so I hope this hits and you both love it as much as I loved writing it! Let’s get into it, eh?
He had picked you personally and was so happy with his choice. I mean how could he not be, fucking look at you, just so his type, then again he had a pretty broad definition of what consituated his type, not like it was just anyone, far from it, but he was just very let’s say, open. He was the type that once he picked someone out he liked to hold tight, some might call it possessive or jealous, hell YOU called it that but he was sure that he could turn those feelings around. You just needed a smidge of convincing from him to open up properly.
He knew that you liked him. I mean of course you did, you had seen him, you had eyes after all, were anything but blind to how attractive he was yet you were reluctant to give in, a bit afraid of what that could mean and what it might entail. He seemed so very intense and you might have just been scared of how you might get consumed, swallowed up with your baser desires, afraid of just how amazing it might feel.
And even with all of that, it was obvious, I mean he had been in your dreams, could see into your pretty little head and was all too aware of what you wanted, the things you craved late at night, he just needed to show you that he could be the one to satisfy those deep needs of yours.
He had a perfect way of going about this and the key word to make this happen was ‘need’. He had to make you absolutely filled to the brim with need and then you would finally get over your stupid hangups and do what both he and you wanted to. So he set to work, using those powers of his to start manipulating your dreams and begin the process of truly making you his. He had to hold back just a bit, had to make this go just right, besides he would overwhelm you soon enough. He began to change the overall mood, the tone of your dreams, putting subtle suggestions and you didn’t take much notice, it did affect you but you didn’t think it was him, mostly because he was doing it more behind the scenes, not being overt that it was his doing.
It got to a point where you began to do something about that, touching yourself in your sleep, hand finding its way between your thighs and trying to relieve the ache he instilled in you, and wasn’t that just the best sight? You sprawled on your back, knees bent and back arching, soft moans passing your lips and fuck he wanted to be the one making you feel like that, he knew if he was the one touching you that you would be much, much louder. You sounded good like this but could sound so much fucking better, and speaking of sounds there was one sound he loved in particular, this one right here. That sweet little sound you made when you got close, the way your breath stuttered and the thighs tensed, the fact that you had such tells made this next part all the easier. He knew just when to force you to stop, just when to make you jerk awake when you were on the edge and leave you terribly unsatisfied.
He kept this up, on and on, night after night, getting considerably more bold as it went along, and you weren’t able to ignore it, you picked up on the fact it was him days ago but you didn’t want to give in, not yet. Something inside that made you not want to give him that satisfaction the same way he had been denying you yours.
Tonight was where he was going to escalate it.
Another night, another dream, and him doing everything possible to work you up into a frenzy. Hey knew that tonight would be the perfect night to do this because of how you were acting now. Unaware you were asleep and dreaming but willing to do this, late and night and poolside, on one of those beach chairs and working yourself over the same way you had been so many other nights. The fact you didn’t know this was a dream and yet you were still willing to be doing this out in the open was so very telling to just how desperate you were.
He picked the perfect time.
He waited until he heard that sweet and perfect little sound again, strained and just right, one hand fisted in that towel below you on the chair and the other between your legs, fingers on your clit, he could see how close you were. Then he did something to get your attention, the sound of it pulling you out of your thoughts and making your pace falter, unprepared it made you jump, looking to see him, a few feet away, lighting a cigarette, the click of the lighter was what surprised you; however seeing him was not that surprising. This wasn’t the first time he had invaded your dreams and if this all worked out how he wanted it surely wouldn’t be the last. Lighter was flicked closed and pocketed, a deep inhale before he pulled his hand away, a very self satisfied smirk on his face, looking almost like the cat who ate the canary, he finally decided to greet you with a simple, “Hey baby.”
Well fucking shit.
Acting uninterested would be a challenge now wouldn’t it?
He looked extremely attractive and by this point your hand had pulled away from between your legs, rather reluctantly and your legs closed and he tsk’d at that, “Don’t stop cuz of me.” You weren’t sure how long he was watching, maybe he didn’t see much, maybe you could get away with playing dumb. “Stop what? I wasn’t doing anything.”
A laugh from him head tilting back, hand came up, another drag of that cig before he started to come closer shaking his head, “Telling lies? So not your style babe.” God the way he approached you, self assured and cocky and so damn confident too. “I’m not lying.”
You tried to say it convincingly but you didn’t do that good a job if we are being perfectly honest. “Really don’t wanna admit it, hmm?” He was taking his sweet time as he walked around the chair you were in, observing you and it made you want to squirm, you weren’t naked but you weren’t dressed in much, just a swimsuit, you still felt way more exposed than you should with how he was looking at you. He was to your left now, one hand on the back of the chair you were reclined against, leaning over you, he decided to humor you and see where this would go, “So you weren’t doing-” His eyes dragged down and you followed his gaze and he smirked again with a small laugh and his eyes came back up to meet yours as he finished with “-that. So tell me what were you doin’?”
He was so close to you now and that was making this act all the harder to maintain. You started to speak, not even sure where this lie was going but you had to start, had to answer him and speak, “I was-” He cut you off with the express purpose of mocking you as he parroted back what you said, “I was-”
Fuck.
Another attempt, “I was just-” “Just?” God was he just going to keep interrupting you? Mocking you as you stumbled over your words and at your trying to explain yourself? Another two starts and stops and you were somehow even more frustrated now then when he first interrupted you with your hand between your legs.
He was just a tad impatient now, the act was cute and fun but he wanted to move on to other things.
“You know that I could do it so much better, right?” Then his hand dragged down from holding the top of that chair, backs of his knuckles over your cheek and neck and down further, you did squirm this time but didn’t stop him, “Wouldn’t be able to be quiet, doll.” God you wanted to give in, desperate for it, why were you fighting so hard again? You couldn’t recall, I mean if he was here it meant you were dreaming right? You knew that much at least, so why not do this? His hand was down your side and then paused at your hip to give it a squeeze before continuing, fingers brushed the strings holding the bottom of your bathing suit bottoms together, fingering them for a moment before his hand was on your thigh. “If you really weren’t doin’ anything then why don’t you prove it? Show me that you aren’t fuckin’ soaked.”
So you did. Legs spreading and his hand was between them, fingers on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, up and up, hand cupping you through your swimsuit and there was no denying it, your ample wetness had totally seeped through and you were officially found out. No way you could deny this. His eyes were looking into yours as he said, “Hmmm feels like you are lying to me.”
And just like that he was off you. He walked around to the bottom of that chair, looking you over, another inhale of his cigarette and his other hand came up and unzipped his leather jacket, he exhaled “You that needy? That desperate? That big of a whore that you are doing this out here-” A gesture with the hand still holding his smoke “-where anyone can see you?”
He did not wait for a response, not like you were going to be able to give one and he finally dropped to his knees in front of you. God you wanted so much and how he spoke to you was making heat flare within you so badly. His cigarette was put out on concrete and his hands were on your ankles and he pulled you down roughly, surprised yelp leaving you and he pulled until your feet were on the ground and you were close enough for him to do what he wanted. One hand on your hip and the other hand pulling the crotch of your bottoms aside, “Let’s see how big of a liar you actually are.”, as if the feeling wasn’t enough he wanted visual confirmation. A small hum with a furrow of his brows and he finally glanced up to see you staring at him, bottom lip caught in your teeth and that smile of his compelled you to say finally break, “Okay! Okay! So I lied, I’m sorr-” and that was more than good enough for him, both hands on your hips another pull and he was leaning down, eyes still fixed on yours and his mouth was on your inner thigh and your words stopped with a gasp instead.
He, however, didn’t stop.
Strong hands on your outer thighs and you couldn’t look away, even if it was hard to maintain eye contact and it was flustering and then his mouth was where you really needed it, kisses pressed over your dripping slit and it made your breath catch. He didn’t meander, no reason to when you were this fucking excited, tongue running through your folds, pausing over your clit in the most delicious fashion, focusing on it for a moment before dragging back down. He kept that up, focusing on your clit for longer and longer, his hands were kneading your thighs and you were shifting below him, breathing harder, God his mouth felt so good, so fucking warm. He was right of course, he was much better than your own hands.
It didn’t take long.
You were moaning for him by this point, shame and inhibitions abandoned and he loved it. That he was able to do this to you, draw this from you, make you act like this all for him. An especially good pass of his tongue made you gasp his name and nothing sounded better, the sweetest music possible to him, one of his hands had wandered, a finger inside of you and this was the perfect way to tell, he knew just when you got too close, you were breathing so erratically, the pleasure rising, feeling fucking amazing and about to tip over and he pulled back, both hands holding your hips down hard and you cursed. “No! Ahhn Johnny! Why?”
He couldn’t hold back his laugh, he leaned forward on one forearm, placing it just so across your hips to hold you down and not let you move, his hand came up and he cleaned the finger that had just been inside of you. The view he provided was truthfully obscene. The way his tongue came out of his mouth and he placed his soaked finger on it before drawing it into his mouth, a delicious sounding muffled groan around it, eyes rolling back just a little bit before pulling it out with a wet pop. His eyes were trained back on you as he was grinning and finally dignified you with a response as he simply said, “Why not?”
He leaned back, hand back down and this time two fingers entered you and you inhaled sharp before he continued, “You couldn’t be honest with me baby. So why would I let you cum right away?”
And then he lowered his mouth back down and did it all over again.
And again.
And one more time for good measure.
You were near the point of tears, one of your arms thrown over your eyes, your other hand fisted in the towel below you so hard that your knuckles were white, you’d been shaking for the past ten minutes and hadn’t stopped.
It was nearly torture having to feel his fingers and mouth work so well together, in perfect tandem to drive you fucking insane with sheer sensation. I mean fuck of course he was good with his hands, hand eye coordination was rediculous due to his musical prowess with that insane guitar of his. I mean the way his fingers scissored inside of you when he sucked on your clit like that made you sob his name and prevented you from doing anything but arch your hips higher into his mouth in the hopes of getting even more stimulation. The level of pleasure he was able to bring was unfair.
Speaking of, you were getting so fucking close again, you were babbling, just begging, on and on, a litany of “Please-” and moans and his name, over and over, his name. He was having such a good time with this, you were unable to do anything but endure and call out for him, beg him to give you what you were so desperate for. Currently at the center of your universe is his mouth on you and his fingers inside of you and just him, the most important thing at this moment is him. The power trip was amazing, he was getting off on this hard, he was hard as fuck, didn’t think he would be able to hold back himself much longer. He needed you.
He pulled back one more time, fingers stilled inside of you and you cried out in pure frustration and he admired you for a moment, drinking in your frustration before he spoke up, his tone still playfully mocking, condescending, terribly arousing, “You really want to cum, kitten?”
You never answered a question in your life faster, breathy and with a quick nod, “Yes-yes! Please, I-I’ll do anything-” And that was the best thing he had heard so far. His hands left you only for a moment before grabbing your waist, pulling you down and soon you were re-posed to his liking. On your hands and knees next to the pool, swimsuit pulled off and thrown somewhere away from you, what was going to happen next was obvious and you were still begging softly, even as you heard his belt and zipper, still begging “Please Johnny, need it, fuck me-”
He was so happy he took his time with you. His hands were on your hips and he pulled you back as he pushed forward and just like that he was inside of you for the very first time and you gasped and he groaned your name. He didn’t stay still for long, it was impossible, you felt like the closest thing he would ever get to heaven and he had every intention of enjoying it.
Your hands were gripping the edge of the pool, bracing yourself, happy to have something to hold onto as he did had you. God the feeling of it, of being filled after weeks of being worked up and especially after all of the edging tonight, every small move felt incredible, the way his hands gripped you, fingers digging into your hips and the way he slammed into you, the sound of skin on skin and your own heavy breathing and the shared moans between you and him, it was all just so much to handle.
He was about to make it worse.
His chest met your back, he was so deep inside of you and you felt so fucking full. He was covering your body, a hard grind of him inside you and you whimpered, you wanted him to keep fucking you, needed it, he spoke right into your ear, “Hey baby.” You bit your bottom lip and nodded with a small questioning hum and he continued, “Want me to keep going?” “Ye-yes, please.”
He pulled out barely an inch before fucking back into you, hard and you moaned softly and he shhh’d you before saying, “I’m gonna need something from you then-”
And just like before you breathed your response, “Anything.”
He couldn’t stop the smile that broke out, he kissed your shoulders and back hands running up and down your sides before he was standing back on his knees, hands on your hips and he pulled out halfway before driving forward again, he waited for your moan to break off before he told you, "Say my name over and over again. And once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who's making you feel good."
Was that all he wanted?
Fucking hell you could do that, it was your dream, who gave a shit, you could do just about anything and get away with it. The pace was set, steady, hard, he was hitting that sweet spot inside just fucking right and you did what was asked, panting and moaning out his name over and over as he fucked you. It felt amazing. The build up didn’t take long, when you were getting close your arms were so weak, starting to give out, you allowed yourself to lower, face down and ass up and he loved the view, how vulnerable you looked, and that gave him an idea.
He reached out, hand threaded in your hair and he tugged hard, “Look at yourself babe. Want you to see what I’m doin’ to you.”
So you listened, shame forgotten as you looked at yourself in the reflection of the pool water. Fingers still gripping the edge as you take in the sight of yourself, eyes half lidded and mouth open and panting and still unable to stop saying his name, was this how he saw you? You liked it. You looked fucking good, very hot. Another hard pull of your hair stopped any thoughts as well as his hips crashing into your ass, hitting it just so fucking right, you were close, you wanted to beg for it but didn’t want to disobey him, he just wanted to hear his own name falling from your lips and you didn’t want to do anything that might break the spell.
Your volume has been steadily increasing as was the pleasure inside of you. And then he heard it, that same sound, that way your breathing hitched and how you tensed and he knew you were about to cum and he wanted to feel it so badly, wanted to see how good you cumming on his cock would be, he wouldn’t stop for anything, not now that he had you like this. You felt blessed that he didn’t stop this time. You finally tipped over the edge and came, clenching around him, thighs so tense and fingers digging into the tiled edge of the pool so hard that it ached. You did just as he wanted, you fucking screamed his name when you came and he couldn’t wait a second longer, you felt better than he ever could have hoped. Your orgasm barely ending when he came in you, holding inside to the hilt, the feeling of his cum filling you increased your pleasure, the aftershocks of your orgasm were fantastic and made you tremble, still gasping for breath and still his name on your tongue, strangled and soft and nearly incoherent.
You felt like a mess, boneless and so damn good, relaxed and satiated. After sitting inside of you for a moment he finally pulled out with a groan of your name. Sitting back on his heels, hands on your ass and admiring the view, watching as his cum slowly started to spill out, one of his hands slipped down and he used his thumb to push the spilled mess back into you and you moaned, pushing back into his touch, you felt insanely sensitive at the moment but still didn’t want to shy away from this, from him, you wanted to keep his cum inside.
“Mmmf Johnny-” A quiet laugh from him, “Still saying my name. I love it. No way they don’t know now.”
And then something else happened that pulled you from your relaxed post fuck stupor. The sliding glass door opened and you looked across the pool to see some of your friends. “Looks like we got company.” You were confused for a moment, you didn't hear him zip his pants back up or fix his belt but you did feel him get up and you did hear the same sound as before, the snap of that lighter. A much louder sound followed, that drill starting up and he was sauntering past you, around the edge of the pool with that oh so confident swagger, brandishing the crazy half-musical-instrument-half-weapon as he approached your friend group.
"Lemme take care of them, sugar, I'll be right back."
