Liquid.^.Lover

One thing was evident to you, and it was that Jack was not listening at all to your little ramble.

After he let it slip by accident that it was his birthday (which was through complaining about his “stupid coworkers” who were “harassing him with birthday wishes”), you decided you both had to do something. Only, he’s clearly not receptive in the slightest to it.

As you drone on, he stares through you. His eyes were half lidded and he was more focused on the warm buzz in his lower stomach than whatever the hell you were talking about. He holds a bottle of vodka between his thighs, each sip bringing a burn that was welcome and pleasant after the day he had.

“Jack. Jack! Answer the question!”

He blinks when you suddenly jump up from your seat on the couch. You stand in front of him with your hands on your hips. Your stupid little jester hat jingles with the motion. Your shoes did too. Actually, he had yet to really count how many bells were on your body. Maybe he could do it right now—

“Jaaaaack…” You lean in close to his face, snapping him out of his thoughts. The light and airy smell of powdered sugar hits his nose— a smell that always seemed to cling to you no matter how much time you spent in your dusty little box or his disgusting room.

“What’s the question, jingles?” He asks, taking a swig, not at all apologetic about ignoring you. You tsk.

“I said, what kind of cake do you like?” You ask again, crossing your arms.

“Don’t like cake.” He says bluntly, dismissively.

“Not true, everyone loves cake.”

“Not me.”

“You do! You’re just being stingy. Hm… you seem like a chocolate man.”

“No.”

“Confetti?”

“Shut up, you’re ruining my buzz.”

“Oh oh! Strawberry shortcake!” You grin.

It gives him pause. For some reason, you seem so sure of yourself that for a second he wonders if his favorite cake is strawberry shortcake.

“It is, isn’t it?! Hurray!” You celebrate your little victory and he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, his head falling back against the back of the couch.

“Woo fucking hoo, jingles.”

“C’mon, Jack, I just wanna celebrate you.” You pout, before adding eagerly. “I can even help you pick out a gift for yourself!”

“Unless you have a sexy version of your stupid costume, there’s genuinely nothing in the world I want more than some quiet.”

He thinks that might’ve scared you off— silence follows. Then jingling reaches his ears and he heaves a heavy sigh. He lifts his head to ask you again to be quiet, but his mouth— open to speak— goes slack when he looks at you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” His tone is stunned as he watches you unbutton your jester costume with wide eyes.

“Hm? Giving you your birthday present.” You say like it was obvious, undoing all the buttons and wiggling out of the sleeves.

“But… but, you…” He trails off, his mouth still gaped open like a fish when the costume drops to the floor.

The hat is still on. Of course it is. It’s there to stay, most likely. But right now that doesn’t really matter right now, because you apparently walk around with lingerie underneath your clown getup.

The usual jester outfit was discarded to the floor, and you give it a sly little kick away from you when you notice his eyes roaming; roaming over the tight, frilly and ruffled bra, the stripped thigh highs, and a skirt that was not only stupidly short, but also almost see through.

“You like? I wish you would’ve given me some more time to prepare, I would’ve whipped up something a lot more extravagant.” You hum, deciding to play coy. You give him a slow turn, one of your hands catching the end of the skirt and flipping it up teasingly. He swallows thickly when he realizes you’re bare beneath the skirt. You walk over to him in a slow, controlled manner.

“I have a surprise for you, but you’re gonna have to find it yourself if you wanna know what it is.” You stand between his legs now, pushing his knees apart with your hands and grabbing the vodka bottle from his now slack grip. You set it aside blindly, maintaining eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong? Don’t get shy now. What do you think, Jackie?” Your hand trails up his chest, resting above his pattering heart.

“I think… this is an insanely realistic wet dream.” He chokes out. It was embarrassingly fast, but he can already feel his pants start to rub against his hardening cock. Having nothing but shitty porn for the past decade was clearly wreaking havoc on his psyche and his body. He can’t help the way his eyes fall to your chest, which was right in front of his face. You roll your eyes, pouting again.

“Mm, you still don’t think I’m real… Fine, I won’t complain about it. It’s your birthday, after all. I’ll just have to tell you off tomorrow.” You hum, opening your legs to plop down on his knee. Your leg slots between his. He’s hyper aware of the warmth of bare skin pressing against his leg and it takes all his will power to keep his leg still and not bounce it anxiously.

“C’mon, then. Indulge in your wet dream.” You smile, taking his hand and bringing it up to cup your breast through the bra.

You expected some groping, but he instead slides his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you forward, your teeth clacking before his lips start properly melding with yours. You let out a satisfied hum, pushing his chest further back so he’s putting his full weight on the back of the couch. Scooting up further on his leg, your knee comes into contact with his hard on, and he lets a whine slip from his throat.

Your tongue swirls around his mouth in an intoxicating way. There’s a heavy and sticky taste in your mouth that makes his skin prickle with goosebumps the longer he indulges in it. It tastes like pure sweetness, succulent like liquid cane sugar. His hand finds your breast and he almost groans; they’re softer than he could’ve ever imagined. You’re softer than he could’ve ever wished for. He gropes at your chest, now using both hands to feel the plushness, while your lips are locked onto his. He makes sure not neglect your nipples. When his thumb isn’t rubbing against them, they’re pressed against his palm. You part, a string of saliva connecting you.

“Mmm, that feels good. But that’s not the surprise. Keep looking.” You say against his mouth, your breathing heavier, but your tone still controlled.

He swallows thickly, his eyes dropping down to your exposed torso. One of his hands trails down, exploring the delicate and soft skin while the smell and taste of sugar assaults his senses. His hand stops on your lower stomach before shyly sliding lower, under the skirt’s waistband.

“Is… is this it?” He asks, meeting your gaze again. You roll your hips against his fingers as they rub against your slit, biting your puffy bottom lip.

“C-closer. You’re getting warmer.” He throbs at the sound of your voice, whiney and pitched with pleasure, and he has to swallow back another pathetic whimper. After stroking his fingers up and down your folds, and circling your clit, his fingers find your entrance. One finger slides in easily, and the warmth makes him bite his lip in anticipation.

He’s awestruck by you; sitting in his lap with your eyes squeezed shut, your hips rutting forward to rock against his fingers, the way your hands fist in his shirt.

“Jackie… You still haven’t found it.” You whisper after giving his mouth a peck that feels almost too chaste for the situation.

“Haven’t I?” He tilts his head, curling his fingers. Your breath catches and you shake your head wordlessly, the pleasure sending a dizzying and hot tingle through your body.

“Mm-mm. But you’re soooo close. You’re smart, figure it out.” For some reason, your words go straight to his cock, a fierce throb making him hiss.

“Just tell me. Tell me, jingles. Please?” You grin at the way his voice takes on a desperate note, him leaning forward a little as if to chase your lips. You reach down and pull his fingers from you, him frowning at the loss. His eyes widen when you suddenly shove the fingers that were inside you into his mouth. He lets out a sound of surprise, ready to question you, when he pauses.

Strawberry shortcake.

He slowly meets your gaze unblinkingly, and you respond with a giddy giggle. You grab him by his lapels and, with a surprising amount of strength, push him down onto the couch and sit on his still clothed cock. He groans when you grind down teasingly.

“You get it now, Jackie?” He nods dumbly.

“You wanna eat your birthday cake?” He nods a little faster, his lips already parting.

You don’t even bother to take your skirt off, just scooting up on the couch to connect your pussy with his mouth. He lets out a moan that vibrates through you when the flavor hits his tongue.

Strawberry shortcake, in the most decadent way he’s ever tasted. It’s a flavor that coats his entire mouth and throat. It’s not long before he’s frantically licking up and down your slit, trying to collect as much of the essence as possible before he plunges his tongue as deep as he can into your pussy. Your thighs squeeze tightly around his ears and you can’t stop the way your hips grind against his face, your spine curving.

His hands anchor your hips to his face, not letting you go for a second. He eats you out with fervor, greedily slurping loudly and gulping down every last drop. He eats like a man starved, chasing the sweetness wildly. Drool quickly begins to pool at the side of his mouth.

He’s so lost in you, he doesn’t realize the warm coil winding in his stomach. His hips have been bucking into the air almost the entire time in search of friction. The feeling tightens, and he can’t hold back the whimpers and whines that barely manage to escape around the hold your thighs have on him.

You smile down at him tenderly, speaking between your sweet moans.

“I-I’m so happy you like your present, Jackie. Feels so good, you’re so good. You deserve this. My perfect boy.”

He practically sobs at the praise, holding you even tighter against him. He laps at your clit before suctioning with his lips. You can’t help it, your hand finds his hair and gives a sharp tug— a little harder than you meant it.

His tongue and lips suddenly stop, his motions replaced with muffled cries and whimpers. You look down and see his eyes practically rolled back in his skull; and when you look over your shoulder, you see his hips frantically moving up and down as the front of his sweats darken with a wet patch.

He breathes hard— or at least as hard as he can with his mouth occupied— making sounds that sound closer to sobs than actual moans.

“Aww, Jackie. I didn’t even get to touch you.” You coo, releasing the tight grip on his hair and lifting up off of his face to speak to him.

He pants heavily, his eyes half lidded and dazed. His entire bottom half of his face is coated in drool and your cum.

“You liked the taste that much? Don’t worry, I’ll still take care of you.” You smile sweetly before heavily sitting back down on his face. His body convulses, letting out a shattered moan, but his tongue gets to work almost automatically. It licks up and down before finding its way back to your hole, where the flavor of you was the strongest, and swirls in circles.

“Just keep going, Jackie, I got you.” You sigh, leaning back to work your hand under his sweats. He lets out a soft startled sound when your hands wrap around his still hard cock, his eyes flying back open.

“C’mon, keep going.” You chuckle when he tries to lift his head to see what you’re doing— you interrupt him with a firm little roll of your hips. He lets out a frantic whine when your thumb swipes over his tip, still overly sensitive from the previous orgasm. He tries to do as you say, swirling his tongue again over your hole, but his pace gets increasingly sloppy as you play with him. You explore, finding the most sensitive spots to exploit. His cum makes it so your hand slides up and down easily, pre cum flowing out of him like a fountain despite having just came.

He’s not breathing properly by the time you fixate on a sensitive little spot on the underside of his tip, swiping your thumb back and forth slowly, occasionally switching to making little circles. While his tongue stopped working, the moans vibrating against you are pleasant. Muffled sounds continue to ring through the air as he tightens his hold on your thighs. He arches into your touch, his head swimming.

“You’re not trying to speak, are you? It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, Jackie.” You giggle at your own joke, before cutting yourself off with a gasp when he plunges his tongue back into you. Between your thumb swiping at that mind numbing pleasure spot and the taste of you heavy and sweet on his tongue, he’s already close to cumming again.

“Oh, you’ve got another for me? So generous. I’m so happy you’re enjoying yourself, Jackie.” You continue to praise him, sweet nothings falling from your lips as you also grow closer to your release.

He releases onto your hand with a desperate sob, gasping for air through his nose as waves of pleasure wrack through him. Stars dance behind his eyes as sparks shoot through him. His hands dig harder into your hips as you stroke him through the whole thing, wringing as much pleasure as you can out of him.

Even after he’s coming down, your hand doesn’t stop, and neither do your hips. His body shakes beneath you, the sharp burn of overstimulation blending with overwhelming pleasure. He attempts to curl his legs up when you continue to rub his tip lovingly, the sensation sending his mind spinning.

“S-sorry, Jackie. Can’t stop. Almost—“ Your spine curves as you shudder through your own high, more of that syrupy flavor filling his mouth.

You take a second to catch your breath before you climb off of him, settling on his waist. He gives a little jerk when your ass meets his cock; but you shush him, caress his face, and leave sweet kisses on his messy cheeks and mouth. Tired and dilated eyes meet yours.

“Happy birthday, Jackie.”

𖡎𓂃 𓂃✍︎

⦻ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 ⦻

Ugh i need him so bad- WHO SAID THAT

He loves them, giving and receiving

He of course can't feel pain, but the feeling of the pressure of his skin between your teeth and your hair tickling his neck makes his head spin and body feel fuzzy

If you pull his hair while giving them to him he'll melt, the feeling of his head getting pulled back rips a needy whine from his throat instantly

He wears them with absolute pride, no shame at all

he was abused and has been bullied practically all his life, the fact that you love him enough to mark him as yours makes him all giddy and teary eyed MY SWEETIE UGH

If he's teased about them (particularly Jeff cause he's a literal goblin) he'll brush them off with a dopey grin on his face

When he sees them in the mirror he gets bright red and flustered, his cheeks turning a pretty pink

His favorite place to receive hickeys are on his neck and surprisingly his hips

He's very ticklish on the sides of his stomach and hips

While he can't feel pain, people with CIPA can feel tickling and respond very well to it, so your gentle kisses and love bites have him breathily giggling

Cutie pie always turns into a squirming mess

Now giving them, he can be a little shy about it

He's accidentally bitten too hard due to his ticks, definitely headbutted you a couple times by accident so he's a little hesitant

If you grabbed him by his hair and pulled him where you wanted them though? good luck getting him off of you

He like's leaving them on the sides of your neck, but if you're a little shyer about having visible hickeys, he'll leave a couple of small ones that you can easily cover with your hair or a hood

He also likes leaving them on your thighs before he... ya kneoww

Hearing your soft moans and gasps as he sucks bruises into your skin has him fighting not to bust then and there ngl... he just loves you okay

Can you tell he's my favorite to write for

⦻ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ⦻

This little shit

Be prepared to be COVERED in them

I mean covered he has ZERO SHAME

he's not big on receiving them, he can't sit still long enough honestly

but he'll take his sweet ass time giving them to you

he's so mf rough with it too, they're definitely gonna be tender when he's done with you

he makes them huge too just to add to the embarrassment

His favorite place to give you them is your neck and chest

While he's pounding you into the mattress (or anywhere let's be honest he'd fuck you in a gas station bathroom if you let him) he'll be sucking and biting your neck and wherever he can reach

If you can manage to pin him long enough to give them to him, he's a mess

It's hard to tell when he's blushing due to the skin bleaching and burns scattered around his body, but the tips of his ears are bright pink

Just don't point it out or he'll throw a hissy fit

He does like the attention, but he'll be squirming the entire time, too eager to get his hands on you

If you pin his hands down however, he'll be absolutely whipped for you a giant brat about it

If you can't get this goblin to sit still, just climb on his lap, grind your hips down on his cock and suck on his neck he'll be groaning and panting in no time

He like's getting them on his collar bones/shoulders

He, like Toby, would wear them with pride if you left them on his neck

It's just something about the way that when they're only for him to see when he takes off his sweater that riles him up

⦻ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 ⦻

He can't really receive them, well he can but they're barely visible due to his grey skin

He likes them in private places like his shoulders and thighs

He's not big on giving them to you either, he has razor sharp teeth so it makes giving you hickeys a bit difficult

He's accidentally drawn blood from nicking you with his teeth numerous times unless your into that then woof good luck getting him off of you

Contrary to popular belief, he's actually very gentle with you in bed unless he's in heat then you're not gonna be able to walk for a week

Since you're likely human, he knows you're fragile compared to his demonic strength so he's very gentle and calculated

He knows bodily anatomy better than anyone, knowing exactly what places will make you fall apart

He'll leave subtle hickeys on your most sensitive parts

He doesn't leave them super dark, just dark enough that you can tell what it is to avoid nicking you

When you try and leave them on him, he'll let you, gently running his claws through your hair while chuckling at your eager attempts to mark him

⦻ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐮 ⦻

Such a soft and gentle lover

Liu is very reserved, so he's not one to want them in visible places

if you leave them on his neck he will basically glue his scarf to himself in public to avoid drawing attention to his neck, he already hides the scar there, he doesn't want to draw more attention to it

Like Toby, he likes then you leave them on the sides of his stomach and his hips

it's private, and when you hug him he can feel the pleasurable pain of the tender bruises and that alone could have him rubbing his thighs together

When you look up at him with that glint in your eye and teasing smile on your face while your marking his hips? he's gone, resorted to a panting mess with his hips bucking

He likely won't leave them visible places on you either

His favorite place to leave them is on your ribs and chest

He likes hickeys when they're only for you both to see, it's like a dirty little secret between the both of you and it honestly flusters him a bit

He enjoys hickeys because it makes him feel like your claiming him as yours, he can get a little self conscious sometimes, especially if your around the more flirty people in the mansion or if your around his brother

But when he gets alone he'll just lift up his shirt and smile, cheeks dusting a faint pink

If you notice him feeling like this, and slide your hand around his waist, gently pressing into where you've left hickeys as a reminder that he's yours, he'll be practically dragging you up to your shared bedroom

He's cute with leaving hickeys on you too, often leaving them in shapes of little hearts scattered around your chest

⦻ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ⦻

god she's obsessed with them

Literally leave them EVERYWHERE on her, and she could die happy

She's not afraid to flaunt them, she'll even often wear more revealing clothing like a tank top to show them off

And rub them in Jeff's face pfft

She's obsessed with you, you're her entire world, so leaving those marks on her makes her all blushy and giggly

She's okay with leaving them anywhere on you, she just likes leaving them on you

Like Liu, she'll often leave them in little shapes like hearts or starts

Yes she has and continues to mark her name into your skin

Please do the same to her oh my god you'll have her whining and so prettily flustered

She's such a sweetheart I love her so bad

Along with hickeys, if you leave them while wearing lipstick? she'll marry you right there

you have to force her to wipe the lipstick off cause she will not take it off

If you're not a fan of visible hickeys, she'll leave them in hidden places and just leave lipstick kisses on your neck and face (if you'll let her)

ೃ⁀➷ I was alone at night in my dark bedroom, again.. just like every other night. I felt.. hollow, empty.. like I wanted the warmth of something or someone with me.. I sighed as I tried to push those thoughts away, moving in my bed trying to find some type of comfort.

I then groaned annoyingly, looking over at the clock on my bedside table.. gosh.. when did I become so pathetic?.. that was the only thing in my mind as I then let a long sigh leave my lips.. "damn it." I said under my breath.

I then leaned over my bed, hearing how it made a creaking sound, as I opened one of my drawers in the small bedside table, seeing the same light pink dildo vibrator. Along with some other toys I had there.. handcuffs even though I was lonely, small vibrators with their controllers, and some dildos and such, I felt a need.

I felt that want of having someone with me.. someone who would eat me out, kiss me, hold me, choke me even.. if it was a robber I wouldn't mind.. or a killer, gosh I bit my lip.

How desperate could I possibly be..? I let a long sigh leave my lips as I started to take off my pajama pants, sliding it down my legs and letting it fall onto the floor.

I was lonely... I lived in a house by myself.. a small house almost like a cabin, as the night air creeped through the holes around the frame of the windows. Making the curtains flow with them, as I sighed I then started to rub my clit over my panties, starting to get into the mood.

What would it be like?.. for a robber or someone in general to get into my house.. and use me.. at this point I felt so needy I didn't mind the idea.. I curled my toes at the thought as I slid my fingers in between my folds through my already soaked panties as I let out a soft gasp at the touch.

"Gosh.." I moaned softly, and shamelessly.. as I then took off my pajama shirt.. letting my body be exposed to the night air and the dark room, sometimes the air would make the curtains move and let the moon shine in.. as I then threw my head back I then started to imagine.

Someone entering my house.. coming into my room and seeing this display.. taking me, fingering me.. touching me.. gosh so desperate, I kept reminding myself as I then moved the soaked panties to the side, as I then turned on the pink dildo, making it vibrate as I whined at the contact, I panted, moaned, groaned.

I arched my back at the feeling as I shamelessly let out all of my sounds.. so pathetic I reminded myself.. as I moaned.. it felt so thrilling.. so good, how my body lighted up.. longing and yearning for someone to touch, someone who would claim me, make me theirs.

As then I was so close.. I felt it, my thighs twitched, "gosh- ah! So close.. please- don't stop" I whimpered as I imagined someone there, imagining someone else's hand holding onto the vibrator, as I just kept using it to rub and vibrate against my folds and clit, making a natural lube for it as then.. as I was so close.. so goddamn close I heard a shatter.

My body jolted as I stopped, accidentally letting the vibrator fall onto the floor with a thud.. god I didn't get to cum but- what the hell was that? I leaned a bit in my bed.

Looking at the open door of my bedroom seeing the hallway towards the kitchen and living room, I quickly then looked around and grabbed my shirt putting it on quickly as well as fixing my underwear, as I put on my sleepers.

I then grabbed a crowbar I had in my room just in case.. could be a wild animal, as I then lifted the weapon standing in front of my door, I then gulped slightly.. it was like what?.. 3 AM.. better not be some demon or something like that.

"Who's there?" I sternly asked, looking around at the long hallway, as I walked to check my whole house I found nothing.. after a while the worry started to leave my body.. I found the broken glass it was from a vase I had in a really.. un trustful table, it's leg was slightly broken.

I then ignored it and walked back to my room closing the door behind me as I then sighed.. that was a bit.. thrilling even.. as I bit my lip as I got back on my bed, taking the vibrator that had fallen onto the floor.

"Gosh.. did I get wetter?.." I asked softly as I touched myself, as I indeed in fact got more soaked by the thought of someone entering my house uninvited, gosh.. how dirty.

I then stripped getting fully naked, as I then turned the vibrator back on curling my toes, as I rubbed it against my clit and folds "ah.. so good.. please.. don't touch me.." I said softly as I whimpered, my free hand touching my exposed breasts playing with the hard nubs.

I moaned louder as I closed my eyes, as I arched my back in pleasure, god it felt electric.. as I kept moving the vibrator as then I felt as it started to slide into my pussy, stretching me out, I gasped as it vibrated inside making me stuff my face in my pillow as I cried, my legs spread.

I then both hands held onto the sheets as I felt the vibrator starting to thrust in and out of me, "gosh it's so good.. ah! So freaking good.." I moaned as I panted, holding onto my sheets as I felt then a cold hand on my exposed thigh.

I thought it was my imagination but then I opened my eyes weakly, both of my hands were on the sheets as then the vibrator kept thrusting in and out of me, as I cried I looked down.. black long hair. And pale white skin like a ghost.

"Gosh- what the-" I was about to panic until I saw the female then take a breast into her mouth, making me moan instantly, as I threw my head back again, gosh who is she?! Did she break into my house!? But- oh gosh it felt so good.

As she thrust the toy inside of me repeatedly, making it go faster both the thrusts and vibrations, gosh I felt like I was seeing stars, my wetness was the natural lube as the lewd sounds of the toy inside and vibrating made my legs shake, as I moaned loudly.

"Good girl.. moan for me" she phrased as she licked the nub and even bit on it slightly causing me to moan louder, oh gosh.. I cried into the pleasure as my legs kept shaking, so close.. so close to the end, as I went quiet as my mouth gapped open, my back arching as then I squirted.

"Oh- oh my gosh" I moaned, shuddering as my eyes fluttered shut, mind hazy as I came around the dildo, and also squirted all over her arm, which she had a purple hoodie.. it was all that I saw, as then I threw my head back.

As then she slowly started to take out the toy giving my pussy a long lick, as I had finished squirting my body shuddering and trembling from the great orgasm I just had, I didn't even dare to look at her.. didn't want to possibly die.

As then I felt a knife, the blade of the knife passing on my thigh teasing the blade as I whined softly closing my eyes, the girl then threw my shirt onto my face, to avoid me from looking at her as she then hovered over me.

She took out the handcuffs from my drawer and put them on me "raise your hands baby" she said, as I obeyed, moving my wrists up she cuffed them above my head and around the pole of the bedframe, as my bed was made out of metal.

I'm most probably going to die.. as I breathed into my shirt she then passed the blade of her knife on my body, going from in between my breasts to down onto my clit and then moving it to my upper inner thigh.

As I panted at the contact she then pressed.. making me let out a scream as her other hand was on my hip and her knee was above mine to hold my leg down.

"Shh.. take it baby, I know it hurts.. I'm just marking you as mine.." she whispered as she started to giggle as she was like making a drawing.. "p-please don't kill me.." I said softly with a whine and sob, as I was holding onto the pole of my bed frame holding for dear life, trying to push the pain away from my head.

"Oh baby.. I'm not going to kill you" she said as she finished I felt as the blood from the knife cut fell down and soaked my sheets beside my already juices on them. "I'm going to make you feel more than alive.."

As she said that she then dove into the cut she made, she started to suck and lick it, making me cry out in pain as it hurt a lot, after a few more licks she pulled away, "now I claim you.. you'll be my slut for ever.. you understand?" She asked softly as she then went down to my pussy which was still dripping and started to lick my clit, making me flinch at the touch.

As then she started to eat me out, like a hungry person, as I moaned at the feeling, her tongue diving in and just.. making me moan to her touch, it felt so good and thrilling.. as she held my knees open, the room filling with lewd sounds of how she ate me out, and all the pleasure I felt, as I whined and moaned for it.

Each time her tongue became more aggressive as she then inserted the dildo inside again, making me scream since I didn't expect it, I cried as I curled my toes on pleasure, my body shook by the feeling and the electricity going through it, as I felt my next orgasm approaching.

"Oh- gosh so close! So close again! Please!" I moaned as she just kept moving roughly making me come again, as I panted as she rode out my second orgasm with the dildo "so good.. such a good slut aren't you?" She asked, I could feel her smile against my pussy.

I panted as she then took out the dildo and entered her fingers, two fingers inside as I moaned at the contact, sensitive already, "oh.. please no.. too sensitive" I said softly as I panted and moaned, as she thrusted her fingers inside, curling them and even spreading them.

"Damn.. really stretched you out didn't I?" She asked teasingly as she then gave my clit one last lick and then sucked on it, letting it go with a lewd pop as it made me whine.

As then she moved as she gasped, she then got off the bed as I was still a whiney mess.. so good.. gosh my body felt so overstimulated and so good, as then she came up to me and moved my shirt off my lower face to kiss me, making me taste myself as.. she tasted burned..? It was confusing but before I said anything she then uncuffed me.

When I was about to take my shirt off my face she said "no. Not until I leave." She ordered, I then kept my hands off the shirt, still laying down as she then grabbed my breast "good girl.. I'll be back soon for you again.." she said as she then gave my tit a last suck, as I whined, and she then left.. just like that, she was gone.

The night gleamed with millions of stars. The streets were filled with noise, each club playing a different kind of music. The music seemed to reverberating from the walls of other clubs, from the trees, even the stars echoed, creating a melody of buzzing life, of too much alcohol and too much party drugs. The streets were buzzing not only in the Club district, but also in other districts, filled with drunkens stumbling home after a rough night full of alcohol and the stars know what other substances. Alias, bad choices and even cheaper alcohol. The District almost reeked of alcohol, -maybe it did, you just got used to it, who knows?-.

You were on your way to your own destiantion, a large ruin pub tucked away at the bottom of the District. Even if it seen better days, the drinks were cheap. The music was louder than anyone's thoughts, the bartenders were kind. But you went there for something else, The promoter face of said club, Nina. She was the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen, she was the face of the pub, surely, the life of it too. The party wasnt alive when she couldnt go, she was the presence keeping the pub from collapsing it seemed. She was always up there, up on the mezzanine.

The club's downward stairs were coming your vision as the giddy feeling increased in your gut, maybe it was the alcohol you drunk with your friends before they went on their way, and you went on yours. Maybe the hope of seeing Nina again Maybe it was the thought of Nina bringing you up to the mezzanine with her? Nobody knows.

The moment you walked down the stairs and opened the door, the air or the pub, the scent of alcohol, designer drugs and heated bodies slapped you in the face, the familiarity of if making you even warmer. After you put down your coat and majority of your stuff you almost ran to the main chamber of the pub, where the majority of people and the mezzanine, and she was. You were sure you will be the one to be taken up this time, your outfit matched hers. You wore a Scene things all over you, kandi jewelry that you traded from raves, or made yourself, striped pantyhose, black shorts shorter than your black painted nails. You made sure you were matching her, you even dyed racoon tails into your hair, and braided to rat-tails into the front. Suprisingly the outfit was comfortable as hell, and very aesthetic.

Trivial.

The minutes passed by. The minutes passed to hours. You somehow got into a memory eraser, who can get the most shots down with no chaser? Shot down after Shot down. By this point nobody knows what number of shots have you downed, probably a whole-bottle-worth. The world was spinning, the shots tasting like water, but all that just made it easier to down.

Not that all suprising you won, meaning the tab wasnt yours to pay. You could already smell the hangover in the morning, you could already feel the regret of a hungover morning, saying you wont ever let alcohol touch your lips again, knowing you will be back the next week.

The moment you could get yourself into a reasonable shape, you made yourself Beeline into the bathroom, you gathered your bag, full of your makeup as you went into one of the stalls, pulling the rat-tail braids from your face leaning down to puke. The moment you kneeled your dinner made a reapperance, along with the drinks you drank with your friends before going onto your merry way to this very pub. The music thumps through the walls and the floor, muffling the sound of pulling down the toilet as you wash out your mouth and wash your hands, reaplying your smudged makeup-making yourself presentable again-.

Once you were presentable enough you went back to the main chamber, resuming your night. Then you felt someone take a hold of your wrist, you whipped your head around, butterflies exploding in your stomach as you realize that it's Nina. You dont even need to be dragged as you go with her. Her perfume strong but not suffocating as it dulled the smell of sweat and mixing perfumes of other people. You follow her like a loyal dog as you hold her hand, not even noticing that you were holding her hand, she didnt seem to be bothered by it.

Her skin was warm, you could feel her heartbeat in her wrist as your thumb was there. Her heartbeat was just as fast as yours, if not faster. She took you up the stairs to mezzanine. The mezzanine wasnt that high but the people below you shrinked to points, but you could see the details if you wanted to.

Not even a song has passed when Nina started dancing on you, grinding her hips to yours as you went along with it, your hands moving to her hips. You ground your hips back to her ass. The more the minutes passed, the more obvious her atraction to you became apparent. At this point, neither of you hid how much you wanted the other. Pressed so close there wasnt air between you and her.

The alcohol started to wear off, both for you and both for her. "Let me show you something, sweet thing" she said next to your ear, tucking her hand in your back pocket as she got a good grab at your behind. The Mezzanine had a backdoor, to a resting room kind of thing with a sofa and a coffeetable with a few bottles of cherry-vodka in the middle. The smell of weed in the room was thick, making your brain fuzzy as Nina locked the door, all while you made yourself comfortable on the couch.

Nina quickly climbed into your lap, her arms around your shoulders as she kissed you. Your arms looped around her hips, pulling her closer on your lap. Your hands quickly wandering under her shirt. She pulled away for a moment taking off her shirt and planting a shot glass into the front of her bra, right between the valley of her breasts. Then she opened the cherry vodka, trying to pour into the shot glass but failing as it pours down her torso and a bit around her chest.

"Lick it up, love" she teased as you admired her. The deep red of the cherry vodka creating a contrast against her pale skin, like blood against snow. You start slowly, kissing and licking the vodka from her stomach, bending your back a bit too much to reach her stomach, licking up the alcohol from her happy trail, over her stomach, your hands following your mouth. With your licks you also snuck in kisses and nips earning you small whimper from her, while marking, squeezeing and caressing her. You finally reach her breasts as you lick the remaining alcohol off her skin before you take the shot glass into your mouth and down the shot.

"Your turn" You reply as you flip both of you over, straddling her hips and taking your shirt off. You place the same shotglass in yoyur bra, pouring the alcohol down your body. She eagerly licks up your body, but instead of long licks she makes small kitten licks, teasing your even more, holding eye-contact as she does so.

The heat in your gut was climbing up your body like Nina was licking the alcohol off of you, and when she finally downed the shot and out the glass down, you were on her. Her hands were on your hips, on your waist, everywhere. At this point your were too drunk on her to think, your hands fumbling with her braclasp, and just straightup ripping it off. "I'll buy you a new one" You breathe into the kiss as you start kissing down her neck marking her up.

"You better, that was my favourite" She replies jokingly, ripping your bra off as she starts groping your chest, pulling you up to start sucking on your nipples, making you moan, arching your back into her hands, while your hands fiddle with her belt to take her skirt off-succesful in not ripping it-.

She flips the position as now she is on-top of you kissing down your neck, marking you up while undressing you, grinding down onto your thigh.

"You prepared for this, didnt you?" She asks, giggling as she sees the thong you were wearing. "All this for me" She rambles, swiping a finger up your half-clothed folds, leaning down to tug down your thong with her teeth.

"Dreamed of this for weeks" You reply, your voice hazy with lust and alcohol. You pull her up for a kiss as you tug her skirt fully off, along with her thong, dropping it in the pile of clothes next to the couch. You grabbed her hips as you put one leg over hers pulling her close pushing your clits together, you and her moaning in relief at the pleasure.

You started moving her, whining at the feeling of her cunt against yours, your clits rubbing in an all-satisfying way. Before you realized she was moving on her own, angling her hips in a way that made your stomach churn with pleasure. You were never more thankful for the blaring music of the pub, because if it wasnt there, anybody could hear what was happening if the were on the mezzanine.

You look up at Nina through your lashes. Her hair sticking onto her forehead, her skin listening under the light in an etheral way. "You look so pretty, love" You moan out to her, grinding your hip into hers. Your eyes trail lower, how her chest sways as she rides you. You notice her happytrail again, shining with sweat, leading to the black bush of hair between her legs. Her thighs, hips and lower stomach were flexing with the effort, her moans were even prettier as you twisted your hips into her so she doesnt have that much work.

She leans down as she kisses you, moaning into your mouth. "Please, do-dont stop" She moans as you move her, her basically becoming putty in your hands. She lays her head into your neck, marking you up between moans. The white hot pleasure exploding in your lower belly didnt give a warning as you moan out her name, cumming against her, making the sounds in the rooms even more sinful, even more wet, her cumming after you soon.

"Holy fuck" You breathe out, slotting her against you, nuzzling into her neck as you bite into it, making her whine. "Let me have a taste, love" She starts pleading as she reaches her hand down between your bodies, starting to toy with your clit, not even granting you a minute of rest.

When she is pleading like this, who were you to deny her?

"Only if i get a taste in return" You allow as you kiss her before flipping the position again. You crawl up her body before you turn around and bend over, your chest flush with her abdomen. Her breath hitches as she sees your folds, all wet and glistening, and all puffed up by her earlier grinding. "Fucking gorgeous" She said before pulling you onto her face, eating your out like there was no tommow. Even if your thighs bracketed her face, clenching around her head, practically acting like earmuffs, she still heard you moan, she still heard you beg and plead for more, even when your voice was muffled from eating her out.

Her cunt was even more delicious than you've ever dared to imagine, she smelled even better, her scent alone surely made you wetter if that was possible. She had you seeing starts as you scrambled to mirror her movements. Her earnest sucks on your clit, her tongue lashing against your folds, the tip of her tongue circling around your sopping hole had you shaking. The anticipation she built in your belly was driving your insane as you drenched your fingers in her folds before plunging two in, making a scissoring motion, feeling accomplished when you felt her moan against you.

Then you felt it, her tongue moving in an odd way. She was spelling her whole name on your clit, sucking between each letter, driving you crazy as you grind your hips onto her mouth, wanting more. "N-nina, please" You whine into her folds. The vibrations of your dragged out whine pushed her over the edge as she doubled her efforts on your cunt, aiming to drag you down with her, which she succefully did.

You heave against her as you roll to the side, almost rolling off the couch, but realizing where you are before you full on rolled down.

"I think im in love" You heave out as you turn around, laying your head on her chest, holding her by her waist, not remembering more from the night from falling asleep.

Ticci Toby 

I think that he’d be into puppy play. Put him on a leash, give him a collar to wear all the time, call him a good boy, tell him what to do, all of that shit, he gets off on it 

Big on praise, whether its you praising him or him praising you

Not really a kink but he could eat you out for hours on end. Like to the point where it feels like he’s getting more pleasure from it than you

You’re both laying there, his head in between your legs, your hand tangled in his hair, giving it an occasional tug, and he’s there moaning and whining into your cunt as he sloppily eats you out, kissing and licking and sucking at all the right spots that have you seeing stars

Also into pegging, for, obvious reasons

I read a really good fic about Toby and choking and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it so I definitely think he’d be into choking too

Tim/Masky

Dy humping

He comes back from a long mission and he’s too tired to do anything properly but your so needy for him, he’s sitting back in his armchair and he’s getting you to sit there, straddling one of his big leather boots and get yourself off like that

Gets off on your needy whines and your pleads for him to just fuck you

He does. Eventually anyway, but he makes sure you cum like that at least twice before hand

I feel like Tim would be pretty vanilla other wise

I’d like to think that he’s more into the traditional shit in general, not in a sexist way of course 

Brain/Hoodie

Blindfolds

I can’t explain or elaborate but it came to me in a dream and you have to trust me on this one

Something about you being there, blindfolded, not knowing what he’s going to do to you next and the display of trust on your part to let him do that to you just turns him on

Same thing with bondage, being helpless and completely at his mercy 

I feel like both of them are half about the power he has over you but also half about the fact that you letting him do that to you just shows how much you trust him

Filming you both having sex is also a big one

Pulls out that stupid video recorder and points it at your face and says “smile for the camera” as he’s fucking you dumb

Jeff the killer

Knife play, I feel like I don’t need to elaborate or explain this one

Degrading, but mostly him degrading you

Mostly into the classic BDSM type shit

He absolutely prefers to take a more dominant role in the bedroom, and I feel like he’s a pretty selfish lover so he is most likely focused on his own pleasure the whole time unfortunately 

Eyeless Jack

Is medical play a thing? I don’t know

Roleplay. You’re his patient and he has to take care of you, and take care of you he does

While I really want to say carving shit into your skin, I feel like he also wouldn’t because that's kind of a health risk, especially if the shit you’re using hasn’t been properly sterilised before hand

Into marking though, as a more safe alternative

He leaves you covered in bruises, hickeys, bite marks and all that fun stuff, purely because he forgets his own strength sometimes and he gets so caught up in the moment and lost in the pleasure that he can’t hold back\

I feel like it would be kind of hard for you to mark him up but if you manage it? He’s going feral

He’s looking at it in the mirror, his hand always managing to find it on his skin to gently rub at it and when it begins to fade, he’s basically begging you to do it again

Also not a kink but I love the head cannon that he goes into heat

Do what you will with that

Ben drowned

Not really a kink but I feel like he’d love you sucking him off underneath his desk while he plays games

Likes it even more if these games include voice chat and he has to try his hardest not to moan into the microphone whilst you are down there

Probably has a thing for filming the both of you having sex

He doesn’t post it anywhere, just keeps it for personal use for when you guys have been away from each other for a long time

Sexting, sending nudes, or masturbating on call with each other

Not elaborating or explaining because I feel like it doesn’t need it

Helen/The bloody painter

Not really a kink thing but I feel like he’d love if you were posed up naked and he was sat there painting you

Pretty down to try most things with you, but will draw the line at anything that physically harms either of you or involves bodily fluids like piss and shit

Big praise guy

When he’s not moaning and whining into your ear, he’s telling you how good you feel and how well you’re taking him

Please praise him back, he’s cumming on the spot

He has a weak spot for any form of validation

Again, not really a kink thing but I feel like he’d love to hold your hand while fucking you

It just adds another layer of closeness and intimacy and he love it so much

Nina the killer

Oh my goodness this girl is down to try absolutely anything and everything as long as its with you

You have a specific kink you want to explore? She’s on it and you’re doing it that night

I think I said this in my sub/dom headcannons but she’s pretty flexible when it comes to sex, she doesn’t care if shes subbing or domming or if the sex is super kinky or if its super vanilla, she’s happy as long as you both are getting pleasure from it

I feel like she’d also probably have a thing for bringing knives into the bedroom and maybe even a thing for drawing blood (and possibly drinking/licking it)

Something about the sharp pain that shoots through your body before your warm and wet tongue smooths itself over the cut, licking it clean, the metallic taste lingering in your mouth the whole time. She loves it so much

You were Nina's perfect roommate--unsuspecting, sweet, supportive, and always on your knees in worship of a god neither Nina or Kate believed in. They deserved no salvation, especially not in your room full of icons of Saint Agatha, crosses, and angelic bedding that only the purest girl deserved.

Y/n, you adored Nina. You two were total opposites, but she was your closest friend. So, when she hops around your room, telling you she wanted you to meet her 'friend', you didn't think anything of it. Nothing could've gone wrong, right? You trusted her with your life.

Stepping out in a white nightgown, wooden orthodox cross hanging between the sternum erotically, the two women sit next to eachother in the living room. Touching, warm, quiet. You bow your head in respect, sitting down infront of both of them while Nina drawls loudly. "Hey Babe! This is Kate...she's quiet but, im sure she'll love ya."

The moment you locked eyes with Kate a shudder of something borderline demonic went down your spine. The dark haired woman had a look of concrete. There was something predatory about the two of them tonight, but hey, you were a woman of god; you weren't allowed to think bad of others without getting to know them!

So how did it end up like this? You, drinking for the first time, Nina's hands pushing the shot into your mouth? You, Y/N, a girl who goes to church every Friday and Sunday, letting saints watch you claw at floral sheets?

You didn't even realize it, but you were led into your own room, pushed on your knees and made to beg for something other than the fantasy both of them hate so much-Kate with her legs spread wide on the bed, and Nina standing behind your sunk body.

Nina's hand tangled in your hair. She pulled your head up just enough for you to make eye contact with her, before moving to pet you. "Say it. Tell Kate how much you need her."

You hiccup, a flush filling your cheeks. Nina traces a cross into your already mush scalp, and you couldn't help but stammer out so sweetly: "D-Daddy...need you...please."

You're pushed forward by Nina, Kate slowly unzipping her jeans so the strap she was wearing underneath springs out. You let out a whimper, confused and intimidated, but Nina rubs it against your lips. "Gonna take daddy's dick, yeah? Don't look so scared, you asked for it."

You look up at Nina with big bleary eyes, before parting your lips to take in the tip. Kate, so so meanly, pushes your head down completely with a gloved hand causing a gag to elict from your throat.

"That's it," Kate mutters, voice rough from misuse, "doin' great for me. Such a good girl."

Nina scoffs, pulling your head off of the strap and manhandling you so you're tummy down on the bed. You squeak, burying your face in your pillow. "Great? Bitch can't do nothing but think with her cunt." Nina hisses, pulling you out of the pillow and practically ripping cotton panties off. "It's embarrassing Y/N. Look at all these saints around you-what would Father Mikhail think of you?"

Tears fill your eyes as Nina spits in your mouth. She was being so mean, wasn't she your friend? Kate shushes you, pushing your legs up to your chest while Nina restrains your arms. A rough gloved thumb rubs against sensitive clit gently, and you immediately arch away from the touch.

Nina's dirty whispers almost make you forget that Kate's cock is rubbing against your sweet cunt. The moment she pushes in, you cry out: "No...wait i-it's too big please--" but Nina's fingers are shoved in your mouth, shortly replaced with her tongue once Kate actually thrusts.

Tears roll down your cheeks from pain and the shame of god watching you be so nasty, but then your eyes roll back, and Kate groans with a soft bite to your thigh. "Fuck...so pretty, such a sweet girl. I know it hurts, it's gonna feel good soon, angel. Gon' tell god how good you feel?"

You shake your head, body shaking and shivering under her. She pushes deep inside you, a weak whine leaving your mouth. "F-Father, p-please forgive me...too much, i can't.."

Kate just lets out a blissful sigh at your delirious state, burying her face into your neck. "I know, I know. It's too much, huh? It's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay."

Why did you want to believe her? With your tongue deep inside Nina, your overstimulated cunt clenching around Kate, with markings of possession left by the two so deeply you would feel them for weeks, why did you beg the lord to let this go on for eons?

And at night, your eyes half closed with Nina's thumb rubbing your cheek, and Kate's lips against the top of your head, you dreamt about you kneeling.

Not for god anymore. For them.