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John Price
John is at work. But that doesn’t stop him. The texts come in one after the other.
Do you know how hard I am?
Been thinking about you all day.
Can hardly wait for later.
You take my cock so well.
You reply back with equal steam, describing all the ways you want him to fuck you. No detail is left unsaid. It is a lecherous image you paint for him. But fuck is it fun. The man will come home pent up, pouncing on you the moment he’s through the door.
The next text from John comes a full minute later.
Send me a picture.
Send a picture? You could. The potential of his coworkers seeing it over his shoulder isn’t something you’re particularly interested in though. Then again, telling John how horny you are isn’t enough. He might be on you the second he comes home, but you could do with a little roughness. A bit of punishment. Making John turned on and frustrated is always a sure bet you’ll receive what you want.
Opening YouTube, you find the song you’re looking for. A catchy song from the 80’s that’s now a viral trend.
Get ready, big boy, you reply.
You snap a quick, teasing photo. Sending it off.
I’m fucking ready, replies John instantly.
A swoosh, and the link is sent.
You wait. Laugh into your hand. A full minute passes. Then another. Finally, a text comes in.
Send the real thing or I’m coming home early.
You lock your phone, and set it aside, grinning madly as you wait for John to pull into the drive.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Separation has never stopped you. Simon might be elsewhere, but the two of you find time to indulge in every horny urge.
I’m gonna suck your cock until you look like an empty Capri Sun.
You laugh at yourself for texting him that, but as much as he seems aloof, Simon has a wicked sense of humor.
His response is immediate. You can try.
You snort, fingers poised to type out a return message, but the three little bubbles appear on his side.
Lube up the dildo. Suck it off. Send me a video.
You nearly choke on your own salvia. The idea of that is fucking salacious. And as much as you’d like to, you’re also feeling a bit lazy. You’re cozied up on the sofa, covered by a fluffy blanket. Instead of indulging him, you can be a bit of a shit, poking his buttons because it amuses him as much as it amuses you.
The video you do record is easy enough. It looks like you’re about to do the exact thing Simon wants, but with just a quick edit, the screen fades to black, and a certain 80’s hit appears in its place.
It’s hilarious. Sensational. Gold star to you!
You send it off, locking your phone, deciding that you’ll veg out to some mindless television and go to bed at a decent time for once. Simon doesn’t respond to your text, which is odd, but not unusual.
It’s not until after you’ve made yourself dinner that you find out why.
“You never sent me the video.”
Simon’s voice comes from nowhere. You scream, drop your bowl of pasta, and spin around, wielding the fork like a weapon.
“Where the fuck did you come from?”
Simon shrugs. “I have my ways.”
“Simon,” you warn.
His mouth stretches into the faintest hint of a smirk. “And I thought I’d come for the real thing.”
John "Soap" MacTavish
Johnny is a dog. Hungry. Wanton. If he could, he’d probably live in your skin. Which is why he’s always texting you, sending dirty messages.
Touch yourself. Show me.
You could show him. Snap a few pictures of you pleasing yourself and send them off in intervals to prolong the teasing. It would work him up. Work you up. But there is a better option. An option that’ll drive Johnny crazy—that’ll make him more desperate for what he’s asking for.
You want a picture, you text out.
Aye. Course I do.
Not like he’s gone without. The two of you have exchanged countless photos, and it’s entirely likely that most of the photos saved to his phone are of you. Naughty ones, specifically. Johnny enjoys having them for when he’s gone for long periods of time. A little treat for him, but more like masturbation material.
It’s easy to manipulate a few files, find a GIF online of what you’re looking for. Via text won’t work. You opt for email. It may confuse him, but knowing Johnny, he’ll just be happy you’re sending a naked photo. Not that it is.
It isn’t. It’s you trolling him because he’s always doing it to you.
The email is sent off with a swoosh. You patiently wait, expecting him to reply back with a snarky response.
But when your phone starts to buzz, the screen showing not a phone call but a video chat, you know Johnny means business.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
My dick is so hard.
You taking it when I come home?
Want to see you bounce on it.
You’re grinning like an idiot as Kyle’s texts come in. Kyle doesn’t usually engage in phone sex or dirty talk over text. This is a bit of a treat, and you’re enjoying it, sending back messages that are just as filthy. Kyle isn’t shy about sex, but sometimes it’s nice to see him squirm.
Send a picture. I wanna see you.
He’s too sweet for his own good. And while you’d oblige him otherwise, you also see an opportunity. Why not poke at him a bit. Have some silly fun. What you send him is not a nude.
And Kyle’s response is not a text but a phone call.
You answer. Put it on speaker.
“Did you just send me a Josh Hutcherson fan cam vid set to a cover of Flo Rida’s ‘Whistle?’”
“Didn’t know you were so hip, Kyle.”
“I’m on social media,” he mumbles. He clears his throat. “I still want that photo.”
“Hm. Yeah. Sure thing,” you reply nonchalantly. Kyle says your name with a sternness that excites you. “Have to go!” you say with a bit too much cheer.
Without waiting for his reply, you end the call, and tucking the phone underneath the pillow as it begins to buzz again.
THANKS so much ;;
well… I am not sure if they have updated much but here you go. I added my wacom pen properties too so that you get the idea of my true tablet settings.
These are the brushes I mostly use! Pencil, brush, blur, marker, Maalaus ( meaning painting ) and weird watercolor cloudy brush.
Also for the last two brushes and textures used in them, I got from THIS tutorial. So thanks to Bluekomadori for those.
There are days when my mental health is just dog shit. I live with a lot of guilt and quite a bit of trauma. Trauma that I still deal with on a day-to-day basis and no one knows what I go through because I am quiet. I never truly felt safe to tell others my feelings and beliefs.
A lot of the time my feelings are downplayed and brushed off. And it is mostly from people I am close with. I get frustrated with them because I support them and give them all of my energy, my support, and my love. And more often than not it's met with words of abuse, lecturing, and disappointment.
I hold the trauma as a survivor of CSA, SA, Death of family members, and domestic violence. I have the trauma of being trapped in a place of work while being SA'd by a customer and couldn't defend myself and being absolutely terrified of being in small spaces with windows to the point where I couldn't even function. I have the trauma of watching my high uncle on speed hurt my mother. I have the guilt of being hateful to my grandfather the night before he passed, the guilt of knowing I pushed my soon-to-be spouse too far, and the guilt that I will never tell a soul in my family what I went through even if the person who had done it is dead.
I am at the point of just giving up at times. Like the world is telling me I don't deserve happiness. To be honest I only stay on this godforsaken earth for my family. For my twin cause, he is the one good part of me. I don't think I would live with myself if I attempted to leave him.
Its finally done. I never want to look at this again
I've been working on this for so long and I'm just glad to see this done now.
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Big shout out to @beyond-the-light for being with me pretty much from the start of this piece. I genuinely don't think I'd have finished this without their support!
i wanna know inumaki backstory so bad. not just toge backstory, but the entire clan history.
[ID - text from one of the fan books. it has a black background and the first line of words - the question - is highlighted in white. the entire text reads as follows; (highlighted in white) Are the Inumaki family members the only cursed speech users left in the world? (no longer highlighted) Akutami: That’s correct. The Inumaki family are considered outlaws in the jujutsu world, and there is a standing policy to have jujutsu sorcerers die out of the family tree. However, someone like Toge will pop up and be born every once and awhile. End ID]
like, what happened for the inumaki family to become outlaws? what are the family’s feelings towards sorcerers nowadays? it’s a “standing policy” to have jujutsu sorcerers be removed from the bloodline; why? what happened? did anything happen?
what are they going to become without jujutsu sorcerers? just a normal family? do the higher ups want them completely gone from the world of jujutsu? why? what could possibly be the reason to kill such powerful sorcerers?
what about the other cursed speech families that no longer exist due to the higher ups? were they friendly with the inumaki family? did all the cursed speech user families have some sort of bond?
how long did this whole thing drag out for? centuries? were toge’s ancestors hunted like dogs? were they stealthily killed over time or all at once? how many are even left nowadays? is toge the only one? how is toge even alive?
i assume it has to be recent, all this murder happening. geto recognized the inumaki family symbol when yuuta copied it in volume zero. they obviously have some sort of prestige in the jujutsu world, so why? why, why, why in the world is this happening?
i’m literally dying to know. there’s so much unexplored story area with toge and the inumaki family as a whole i think, and i hope gege gives us something one day.
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