#aside from strutting and crowing he's got that covered

[hedgehog-moss]

Rooster update: he is a gentleman so far. He follows my hen everywhere at a polite and respectful distance, scanning the area for enemies. I’ve not seen him make any advances whatsoever, he doesn’t seem interested in becoming a father; either he’s too young, or still a bit stressed and disconcerted by his change of environment, or he doesn’t like Dru this way, who knows. Pourvu que ça dure...!

Maybe Dru attacked him the first time he tried something—he doesn’t seem afraid of her any more, but the first morning after he arrived, he barrelled past Dru when I opened the coop and ran away flailing his wings, with high-pitched incoherent clucking, as if he were being chased by a pack of wild dogs. Pandolf, my hen and I stood there perplexed and watched him disappear into the forest. Part of me wanted to yell “I didn’t even want you!! you’re free to go!” and go home to have breakfast, but I couldn’t let him commit suicide by fox on his first day, so I took Pan home (thinking maybe the rooster had been scared of him), took my hen under my arm and spent half an hour on a rooster hunt in the woods. Dru clucks in annoyance if you touch her comb, so I would occasionally tickle it and she’d kÔtkÔtkwÊk and sometimes we’d hear a timid kwêk? in response which helped me narrow down the rooster’s position.

We ended up finding him perched on a branch, quite high up. I poked him with a long stick and he grudgingly moved back inch by inch until he was low enough for me to go up on tiptoes and pluck him like a large fruit. Then I carried him home singing the ballad of Sir Robin. When danger reared its ugly head / he bravely turned his tail and fled—Dru actually seems glad for his company, but she doesn’t know that this anxious bird is supposed to guard her from predators.

Here’s our boldly brave sir Robin strutting gallantly (photo taken with zoom because if I come any closer he flees)

Well, Dru’s new coopmate is very good at being a rooster in one capacity and that is crowing. He starts bright and early and continues throughout the day at random times, a beautifully-enunciated cocorico (he’s french)—I quite like it! The walls of my house are thick enough that it doesn’t wake me up in the morning, and during the day it’s a pleasant addition to the soundscape.

I had lunch with the librarian today and told her all about the rooster, and how I probably won’t be able to keep him since I’ll never meet the recommended minimum amount of hens per rooster. With 2 hens I already have a dozen eggs a week and that’s more than enough for me (+ cats and dog who also enjoy eggs.) The librarian was Team Rooster and said I should get more hens and bring her the eggs. “I’ll find clients.” She was already picturing herself as the nexus of a flourishing library-based egg trade, but most people around here keep chickens so I don’t think the demand will be there.

I showed someone else a picture of my rooster at the grocery shop and she exclaimed “He’s very decorative!” which I think would have made my rooster fluff up with pride. It’s the most validating thing you can say to a male bird. After I summarised the situation, my interlocutor came to the conclusion that I should give him to the librarian so he can become the new library pet. I said “He’ll make a mess” and she said “We can put sawdust on the ground like in old-school cafés...” But then she added that her grandchildren are a bit scared of roosters since they know they can be mean, and they might become afraid of going to the library. We agreed that my rooster shouldn’t be an obstacle to childhood literacy.

#crawling along #i'm glad he's not a nuisance (so far)! #i think he's too nervous about all these new animals he's meeting to remember his rooster duties #aside from strutting and crowing he's got that covered

[indiavolowetrust]

THE OBEY ME BOYS AS CRYPTIDS

READ THE OBEY ME UNDATEABLES AS CRYPTIDS HERE.

LUCIFER

It has stood there for so very long. Strutted about a bit, sat down to rest, and strutted about some more when other children passed by. It is at an exhibit at the zoo, after all, but you can’t help but think it looks a bit strange. Are peacocks supposed to have pitch-black feathers with thousands of eyes on it? Are peacocks supposed to have a massive crimson eye in the middle of their forehead? Is it even a peacock? You can’t remember if this exhibit was for peacocks. Where are the other people at the zoo?

You read the sign. BENGAL TIGER, it says.

It blinks at you. Its thousand other eyes blink afterwards in unison. As weird as it sounds, you’re pretty sure it’s waiting for you to compliment it.

MAMMON

You think it likes you. Or, at least, it seems to think of you as a friend in some way. The white crow leaves you little gifts everyday on your way home from school. Bits of shiny twine, bottle caps, the occasional soda tab or two. And then you begin to show it more and more attention, even naming it something silly like “Money”, and the thing responds in something like affection. The gifts become more extravagant: a broken necklace made from silver, a single earring, a gold bracelet encrusted with dark red, and an old ring inset with precious stones, to name a few. A pair of expensive-looking cuff links, a whole pair of earrings this time, and a circlet.

And then there is what looks like a golden tooth.

Your mother tells you over breakfast to watch out for suspicious people. There’s been a lot of grave robbing, you see. They’ve been stealing jewelry from the dead.

You drop your spoon into the cereal.

LEVIATHAN

It may be a snake -- a really big one, actually -- but you get the impression that it isn’t really dangerous. I mean, it’s not poisonous, so the worst thing it can do is bite, right? And it doesn’t seem like it would want to do that. It hisses almost playfully when you pet it, wrapping its coils around your arm as if it wants to give you a hug, and a few times you even let it kiss you in the face. You know that snakes don’t really kiss, but what’s the harm in that?

Your crush from third period walks you home one day, holding your hand, and even gives you a kiss on the cheek when he leaves you at your doorstep. Tells you that he’ll see you tomorrow. You don’t see the snake for a while.

His body is found strangled to death a couple weeks later, his arms and legs covered in bite marks from some massive animal. The snake comes up to you the next morning, affectionate as ever. You decide not to do stuff like that anymore.

SATAN

He’s a stray dog. You’d have to be a monster not to give him scraps. So you do, and the dog asks for more. You give him more. For the next few weeks – months, even – it becomes your routine: you sit at the secluded spot in the school courtyard, the giant hound with green eyes saunters up to you, and you share its lunch with it. It naps in the shade while you do your homework after school, seeing how your older brother doesn’t always show up in time to walk you home after your after-school club.

The bully from your fourth period class throws you into the trashcan one day, laughing and taunting you. Her friends join her, and soon you are being surrounded and kicked and stomped on the pavement. But you don’t cry out. You won’t give her the satisfaction.

A blow to your head, and all is dark.

You wake up sometime later. The sunset is beautiful. The area around you is warm – so, so warm – and strangely wet. The dog licks your face and wounds again and again, and you try not to giggle at the sensation. He’s a good boy.

Aside from the carnage that now surrounds you, he is such a good boy. You’ll bring him barbecued meat next time.

ASMODEUS

You gotta admit, it’s a pretty cute scorpion. You’re not really sure why it’s pink or why it’s following you, but at least it hasn’t shown any defensive or aggressive instincts. So it can’t be that aggressive. You let it be as you take the long hike back to your camp site. Your fellow co-workers in the field wouldn’t even believe you, anyway. The damned thing is probably spray-painted or something like that. Some weird kid’s prank.

Strangely enough, however, you notice it scuttling around at camp. Your co-workers seem to be getting stung by a great many insects while in the field, but they don’t seem to mind it. Or even bother treating it, for some reason. Then there’s that weird behavior – no, you’re thinking into it too much. Comparing a bright pink scorpion to a succubus is a little too crazy, even for you.

And then a strange man with pink eyes and a tipped tail stands in front of your tent one night, a rather satisfied smile on his face. You’re the only one that hasn’t been stung, he tells you. It’s your turn.

BEELZEBUB

You’re pretty sure insects aren’t supposed to look like that. Or be that big, for that matter. But he’s kinda cute, being fuzzy and orange and all, and only wants a bit of food every now and then. Mama always makes too much, anyway. A half-eaten pork chop that you didn’t want, an entire plate of rice, extra dumplings – everything, you know? Mama can’t have dinner with you because she has the graveyard shift, your dad always stumbles home smelling like alcohol, and as weird as it is, this orange fuzzy thing is your only friend. So you keep feeding him.

You wake up to screaming one night. They’re arguing like they always do, but – but this time there’s something different. Something wrong. Mama lets out a high-pitched scream, and then all is silent.

Despite being only a kid and armed with a single frying pan, you burst into the room. Blood trails from Mama’s mouth and she’s unconscious, but she’s still breathing. Just barely alive. It looks like she got hit in the head pretty hard.

There’s the sound of eating from across the room. You don’t pay attention to it too much. The fuzzy orange thing saved Mama’s life, so that’s all that matters. And at least you won’t have to feed him for a while.

BELPHEGOR

He is quite possibly the laziest ox you’ve ever seen. Sleeps all day, sleeps all night, and refuses to pull even the lightest of carts. Your uncle says he’s nothing more than a nuisance, really, but he’s nice enough. He even naps with you on long summer days, acting as both a pillow and bed, and it looks like he even grows fond of you. He seeks you out in the fields, presses his big nose into your palm, and nuzzles you.

You run through the fields, your heart hammering in your chest, but you’ll be damned if you let the neighbor’s boy catch you. You’ve already seen something that you weren’t supposed to, and he knows. He knows, he knows, he knows. And he’s coming after you.

You hop over the fence. Shouldn’t be too long to the house now. He yells taunts and threats at you as you carve your way through the darkness, nearly running blindly, and then --

He grabs you by the back of your shirt. You scream. You see the glint of a knife, the murderous intent flashing across his eyes, and you know it’s over. You can only hope you die quickly enough.

The next morning, you wake up on something soft. Warm. The lazy ox grumbles beneath you, protesting as you sit upwards in a panic, and then you realize that you are safe. Last night was just a nightmare. It never happened.

And then you happen across the body. There is an indent in the grass around it, as if something massive had just fallen asleep on the body.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me headcanon

[hereticpriest]

Make Your Girlfriend Mad Type

Billy Hargrove Soulmate AU, part of the So You’re A Tough Guy series.

Warnings: NSFW, possessive behaviour

Enjoy!

“It’s showtime ladies!”

Daisy scowled from her spot on a pool lounger near the housewife groupies. She chose this seat because it had a good view of her boyfriend and was at a good angle for sunbathing without having the sun in her eyes, but she was regretting it purely because she had to listen to the gross old ladies mooning over HER man. At least she knew she looked better than them. She wore a white one-piece bathing suit that was backless and double lined over any private areas, but nearly see-through everywhere else. Steve had picked it for her, funnily enough, claiming he would grovel at his soulmate’s feet if they wore it for him. That sounded just right to her.

Billy started in about five minutes, so she stood from her spot where she’d already dried off from her earlier swim and dived back into the pool. She swam a couple of laps, then climbed out of the pool right on time to walk back towards her pool lounger as Billy was coming out of the employee area. Daisy squeezed her hair out as she walked, proud to see that her soul mark showed through her bathing suit. Billy’s gaze immediately snapped over to her, and he watched her walk back to her lounger like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He said hello to the housewife groupies, but he barely cast a glance their way, far too preoccupied with his soulmate bending over to fetch her towel and then crawling onto her lounger to dry off.

“I like the new swimsuit Mrs. Wheeler.” Billy complimented on his way by, bending to drag Daisy up into a kiss the moment he reached her. Daisy wasn’t usually impressed by PDA in front of children, but the housewives were watching, so she made the fact that she was fighting him for dominance and stealing his gum obvious. Daisy pulled away and smirked at her boyfriend, blowing a bubble that had him grinning and dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. He kissed her again, hands grasping her ass and squeezing hard enough she was sure she’d have bruises.

“I fucking love your ass, babygirl. For a skinny thing, you’ve got a perfect butt.” Billy growled against her lips, skimming his fingers under the seam of her bathing suit only to have his hand smacked away. Daisy gave him his gum back and took a moment to suck at his tongue and kiss-swollen lips, then broke away and sat on her lounger.

“Lemme know if you need help putting on sunscreen, babe. Love you.” Daisy cooed, blowing him a kiss just to make him smirk.

“I’ll need it in a couple hours. Probably around the same time as my break – imagine that?” Billy teased playfully, and Daisy snickered.

“I’m sure I’ll be around. Now go to your chair, I wanna watch your ass while you strut.”

Billy laughed, a full on belly laugh as he held his arms out to his sides as if to say ‘watch away’ and walking off to his lifeguard stand. Daisy smirked, stretching out with a book, her red lens aviator sunglasses perched precariously on her nose. Steve showed up soon enough, dressed in a pair of sailor-style swim shorts that Daisy had bullied him into getting to tease him for his summer job.

“Oh my god, you might as well be wearing a bikini! I think this might even be worse!” Steve crowed at the sight of her, snickering at her smug grin, “Hargrove must be dying.”

“Oh, he most certainly is. He’s been blowing his whistle every few seconds for dumb shit, and he keeps shifting. You just taking a dip before work?” Daisy asked, moving over so Steve could sit with her. He nodded.

“Yeah, I just need to beat the heat. I have to work in half an hour.” Steve pouted, and Daisy shrugged.

“Poor baby has to be a grown up. Go jump in, don’t waste your pre-work de-stress swim on chatting with me. I’ll see you… what, Tuesday for our movie night?”

“Yeah, Tuesday at seven.” Steve agreed, waggling his fingers at her and heading over to jump into the pool.

Steve left just in time to get to work on time, but Daisy guaranteed he’d be late due to his inability to do anything in a timely manner. She rolled onto her stomach partway through her wait to get some colour on her back, but when she got up to adjust the lounger chair, she noticed Billy talking to a cute girl and frowned. Before he could notice her looking, she finished adjusting her chair and sat down, trying to keep from pouting too much. Both Billy and her had quite strong jealousy issues, despite the fact that both of them were 100% certain their partner would never cheat. It was something they usually got through in healthy ways, for instance showing off how sexy they were for each other, teasing each other, and dragging each other away for rough sex. It was rare that they actually fought about it, and that was really only when one of them was already in a horrific mood.

That being said, it didn’t stop them both from pouting over their jealousy and having little hissy fits. Billy had one when Daisy got a text from a guy in their grade wanting to hook up shortly after they first together, even though Daisy told the guy to fuck off. She’d had to give him a blowjob in his car before their dinner date, and had finally broken his pouty phase when she joked that she wasn’t supposed to have dessert before dinner while wiping cum from her chin. Billy broke down into a fit of laughter, and they were fine again like it never happened.

Billy was staring at her and holding his soul mark, but she ignored him, putting her book aside and getting up. She slid her thumb under the fabric of her swimsuit to adjust it to cover more of her ass, swinging her hair over her shoulder and making a show of strutting past him and the girl to get to the part of the pool more reserved for laps once again. She stretched, arching her back to push her ass out the way Billy liked, then bent to plant herself at the side of the pool. Daisy dove into the pool and pushed herself hard, knowing she’d feel better if she got some of the negative energy out by exerting herself. She only stopped when she truly felt tired, climbing out of the pool without using the ladder. The other lifeguard, a girl that Daisy recognized from school, was in the chair watching the pool.

Before she could head back to her lounger, a large hand grasped her hip and she was guided towards the employee-only area. Billy shoved her into the employee locker room and bent her over the large desk, pulling her bathing suit aside so he could enter her without any prep. He placed a hand on the centre of her back to hold her down, the other grasped around her hip to pull her into his thrusts, enjoying the way she was stretched around him tighter than usual.

Daisy whimpered, relaxing on the desk and letting him use her body how he liked. She knew he’d get her off regardless of if he came first, and she loved when he fucked her like this – primal and possessive. Probably not healthy, but it worked for them. Billy grunted softly, fucking into her roughly, relishing in the loud slaps of skin on skin and the way she clenched around him when he thrust at the right angle.

“Who’s pussy is this, babygirl?” Billy asked, moving his hand from her back, trailing swirls over her skin until he reached her clit, tapping it gently.

“Oh fuck, Billy. It’s yours. I’m yours. I’d let you do anything you wanted to me, you know that? Anything.” Daisy moaned, digging her nails into the wood of the desk as he began to pound into her harder and faster. He trapped her clit between his index and middle fingers and worked her hard, groaning every time she thrust back against him. Billy dug his fingers into her hip, giving a final hard thrust that had her biting her lip to hold back her cries as they tipped over that edge together. Billy pressed kisses to her shoulder, pulling out of her slowly and putting the crotch of her swimsuit back into place.

“I’ll be home at 6, princess. Want me to bring home dinner?” He asked.

“No, it’s okay. I’m going to make shrimp tacos and pico da gallo for dinner. Make sure you’re home on time, or I’ll hold out on you and walk around in one of your shirts and nothing else.” Daisy teased, grinning as Billy growled against her skin.

They were both jealous grumps, but at least the make up sex was good.

Billy gave her ass a hard slap, enjoying the red mark left behind, and kissed her temple. He headed off towards his chair again and Daisy headed into the women’s change room to put her summer dress on over her bathing suit. She didn’t care that cum was dripping down her thighs. She’d be home soon and could shower there far more comfortably.

By the time Billy got home, she had showered, changed into Billy’s Sterling crop top and booty shorts, and she was just finishing up dinner. He kicked off his shoes, dropped his work bag, and snuck up behind Daisy to steal snuggles. She was used to it, and honestly, she loved it. Billy was touch-starved, and he was probably one of the most contact driven people she had ever met. It was rare that he didn’t have at least some part of him touching her, even if it was just a thigh against hers or his pinky locked around hers. Daisy sighed happily as Billy’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his body and tucking his face into the crook of her neck.

“You smell like heaven, princess. Did you use that bodywash I got you? Fuck, you look so good in my clothes.” Billy murmured, nipping at her ear.

“I did. Glad you like it, sweetheart.” Daisy giggled, getting two plates ready with tacos and pico de gallo, and carrying it into the dining room. Billy followed her without letting her go, and Daisy laughed when he nearly knocked her over.

“Good thing I was hear to catch you, angel.” Billy joked, and Daisy snorted, setting out their plates. Billy dragged the two plates closer together and sat down, then guided Daisy down into his lap.

“Did the rest of your day go okay?” Daisy asked, settling against him without complaint. Billy shrugged.

“S’alright. Got asked out. Told her I had my girl at home, my soulmate, and she said she’d fuck me better like that was going to draw me in.” Billy rolled his eyes, taking a bite of one of the tacos and groaning softly, “Fuck that’s good, princess. You’re such a good cook. My little housewife.”

Daisy rolled her eyes at him, “I am not a housewife. I have three jobs and I own this house. You’re the housewife.”

“Househusband.” Billy corrected her, sliding his hand under her shirt to rest over her ribs, “You calling me a kept man?”

“I most certainly am. My very own boy toy.” Daisy giggled, kissing the point of his cheek and stealing a chunk of mango from his taco. She went back to her own, not even bothering to protest when Billy stole one of the pepper slices from her taco. Dinner continued like that, trading favoured bits and occasionally even kisses. When they were done, they did the dishes together and then collapsed onto the couch to watch a movie. Daisy ended up laying atop her boyfriend, drawing patterns like their soul marks on his tummy while he played with her hair.

“We still having movie night with Steve and the kids on Tuesday?” Billy asked partway through the movie, trailing his hand down from her hair to grip the hem of her (his) shirt and slowly begin pulling it up.

“Yeah, they are. Seven. I think everyone is sleeping over. Max will be over at six for dinner, though. She still wants to move in with us.” Daisy mused.

Billy sighed, throwing her shirt to the floor, removing his own shirt, and pulling her closer so her bare chest was smushed against his.

“I don’t think that’ll ever be able to happen. Remember how hard it was for me to get out?”

“Yeah, I know sweetheart. We’ll talk to her and check in. Make sure she’s safe.” Daisy rested her cheek against Billy’s collarbone and traced her fingers down his side to where he’d tattooed her name upon his hip, just above the waistband of his pants.

“Possessive today, huh, princess?” Billy teased.

“Can’t have anyone stealing my househusband. I’d miss his stupid, sexy smile and his perfect ass.”

“Ahh, he won’t leave you. He likes being a kept man.”

“So it’s okay that I got you a chain with my name on it?” Daisy asked playfully.

“Considering your name is tattooed on my body, I think a chain is perfectly fine, babygirl. I want to watch you bounce on my cock tonight, though.” Billy retorted, sliding his hand into her shorts and squeezing her ass.

“Any time, sweetness. Any time.”

It was a good thing they were both possessive little shits. They really had been paired perfectly, as most other people would never deal with their behaviour.

#billy hargrove/oc #billy hargrove #stranger things #soulmate au

[hismissharley13]

I Know My Place

Request by @mrsjaxtellerfan: 

A super confident plus sized gal but she doesn’t know that people find her attractive she is just confident in who she is. Well Jax is being hit on by Ima and he isn’t pushing her away so reader gets drunk and starts flirting with Juice or really any of the guys or all of them lol and Jax lets it happen for awhile and then takes her home when she is completely drunk and he’s drunk too and smut ensues?

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I smiled as I waved Juice over for another beer.  He twisted the cap off and winked at me as he handed it over.  I grinned back and turned around to check out the room.

Bobby and Opie were playing pool with Lyla and one of the croweaters so I made my way over towards them.  Happy nudged into me purposely as he walked past and I flung my arms around his neck as he hugged me,

“Hey, Killer! When did you get back into town?” I asked loudly over the music,

“Just tonight.  Looking good, Julee.  How you been?”

“You know me, Hap. Same old, same old!  Say hi to your Momma for me?”

“Of course I will,” he nodded as he headed for the bar.  I smiled again at his retreating back, only for my face to fall as I spotted Ima rubbing up on Jax.  She had an attitude that could sour milk and I was far from her biggest fan.  Jax was talking to Kozik and I watched as Ima lifted his hand and placed it squarely on her butt as she danced against him.  I scowled at her and gulped my beer down, turning back towards the bar for another.  It was shaping up to be one of those nights.  I got on well with Jax but with Ima there she would only ruin my good mood and I didn’t want her to kill my buzz.  

“Ohhh Juiceyyyyy, I’m out again,” I called in a sing-song voice as I approached the bar again.  His easy smile shone on his face as he produced another bottle for me. He twisted to grab a bottle of sambuca and lined up some shot glasses along the bar.  My grin belied the mischief I felt as the clear liquor filled the glasses.  As I reached for mine, Clay, Tig, Piney and Chibs all helped themselves too.  I turned side-on and Tig draped his free arm over my shoulder, pecking a whiskery kiss on my cheek as I giggled.  We clinked glasses and gulped the aniseed drink down in unison. The guys cheered and dissipated into the room except for Tig who nuzzled into my neck, causing me to squeal.  I laughed it off as Jax looked up at the source of the noise with a frown.  My eyes met his briefly before I cut my gaze back to Tig who was muttering something dirty in my ear.  Smacking him on the arm in mock outrage, I shoved him playfully away and he pulled me back to him, his arms around my thick waist.  I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek,

“That’s all you’re getting you dirty dog!”

“Ahh baby come on,”

“No way Tig,” I laughed as he pouted comically, handing me a fresh beer from Juice, “I’m sure there’s plenty enough crow-eaters willing to help you with that!” I blew a kiss at him as I turned away, catching Kozik's eye. He waved me over to him but I shook my head and raised my bottle to him. He bounded over to me with a confused frown,

"Thirsty much?"

"Hi cutie-pie.  You could say I'm in need of a few drinks, yeah,"

"Sounds like a solid plan to me! Juice! Send some tequila over here man,"

Juice promptly obliged, sliding a salt cellar and a whole lemon over to us as well. Kozik made short work of cutting it into wedges and poured two shots. I licked my hand and shook the salt in a line, doing the same on his hand with a cheeky grin. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk before handing me one of the glasses. Well practised as we were, the salt, tequila and lemon were consumed in quick succession. Three rounds later I was beginning to feel quite the buzz!

"How's about I beat your ass at pool again?"

"I'm on to you, you just want to see me bent over the table to stare at my butt,  don't ya?" He snickered,

I held my hands up with a grin,

“You got me! How about giving me a chance to prove I’m still the better player?”

“You’re on,”

I turned to the prospect at the bar, pointing to the beers Kozik and I held,

“Drinks, keep ‘em coming, yeah?”

He took one look at Kozik and nodded nervously.  They had their uses.  I jerked my head up as I heard a whoop, just in time to see Lyla throw her cue down on the table and wrap Opie in her arms for a victory kiss.  I grabbed Kozik’s hand and dragged him quickly over to the table before someone else jumped in.

We had got most of the way through the most ridiculous game of pool ever, getting steadily more drunk as the prospect kept replenishing our beers, before Jax strutted over,

“My game next?”

“Sure thing, brother,” Kozik clapped him on the shoulder as I managed to somehow catapult the cue ball round the table twice without hitting one single other.  I jutted my hip to the side and pouted as Kozik laughed.  He lined up the shot as I watched and just as he was about to take it, I bumped him.  He chuckled and shook his head, managing to pot two against me.

“That’s so unfair,” I laughed.  Jax nuzzled up to me,

“Want a hand to get back level?”  I nodded, chewing my lip slightly.  Jax was pretty hot.  Although I knew none of the guys thought of me that way, a girl could dream, right?

He brushed his hands down my arms as I leaned over the table, his lean body pressing against my ample frame as he guided my hands.  Miracle of miracles I actually hit the shot...WE hit the shot.  I stood up a little more flushed than I had been a moment before and swayed,

“I uh...I’m just gonna step outside for a moment,”

I stumbled unsteadily out of the door and leaned my back against the cool wall.  The evening air helped a little to slow my heartbeat, the alcohol coursing through my bloodstream had turned me into a hot mess.  Jax appeared as my breaths evened out and I felt my cheeks burn all over again,

“You alright there darlin’?“ his hand caressed my cheek and he was suddenly too close, “Julee, baby you ok?”

I rested my hand on top of his, meaning to pull it away before he made a mistake he would regret.  I knew my place was firmly in the friendzone, so I couldn’t understand why his lips were getting closer...

I pulled away before he did, my eyebrows still raised in surprise. A confused frown crinkled his forehead,

"What's wrong darlin'?"

"What are you doing Jax?" I asked in a voice barely more than a whisper, "you don't want me," I smiled sadly as I looked at the ground. Jax crouched down into my eyeline, pulling my gaze back up with a gentle hand on my cheek,

"You have no idea do you?" His tone of amusement made me frown in confusion and he grinned, biting his lip, "I think you're beautiful, Julee,"

I snorted in disbelief,

"Maybe if I was a few sizes smaller. As I'm not, I know my place. I'm a friend, Jax, I'm never going to compete with someone like Ima,"

"Darlin just because you don't see it, doesn't mean it's not true. You're amazing. I'm attracted to you and right now I want to kiss you." He didn't give me any further opportunity to argue as his lips covered mine again. I allowed myself to relax a little as he took the lead, our kiss slow and deep. His hands crushed my body against his and he trapped me against the wall and groaned,

"Jesus Christ I've wanted to do that for so long,"

"Wait, what?"

"I said-I've wanted-to do that-for-so-long," he repeated, placing kisses around my jawline and neck as he did. Tingles rushed up my spine at the feeling of his lips on my skin. I couldn't help the little purr of enjoyment and his mouth curled into a grin as my eyes fluttered open again, "feeling good, princess?"

"Mmm yeah," I agreed, his hands trailing along the undulating curves of my breasts, waist and hips. I tensed as his hands wandered to my stomach, reaching for his wrists sharply to still his exploration, "not here,"

"Darlin' you've no need to be ashamed, I think you're beautiful and your confidence is so sexy...I've never seen this side of you before. C'mon let's have another drink,"

He grabbed my hand and whisked me inside, he seemed hardly able to take his eyes off me-smirking when I blushed at the attention. I accepted the liquor he poured and shot it back, catching a stray drip with my tongue. Jax cocked an eyebrow at me and I felt a rush of confidence,

"What's up, did you want that bit yourself?" I smirked and brushed purposely against him. He took another shot and kissed me again, allowing some of the liquid to swirl into my mouth,

"Tastes better with you," he announced as I swallowed with a giggle. Emboldened, I leaned up on my toes and kissed him again, my hands daring to brush the front of his jeans. I smirked as I felt a sizeable bulge and squeezed gently. Jax nearly choked on his beer and slammed it on the bar. He leaned down so his mouth was at my ear,

"I want you in my room, right now," he growled, propelling me forwards as I laughed aloud. I turned halfway, just as we reached the corridor and he crashed his mouth into mine again, our drunkenness lowering our inhibitions. His hand slipped quickly up my skirt and rubbed along my underwear,

"Feeling a little warm, princess?" His dextrous fingers pushed the material aside and traced at my slit.

"Jax!" I gasped and he grinned,

"Shhh, relax baby," he cooed, withdrawing his hand, "you're ready for me, aren't you," I nodded mutely before he took my hand and led me to his room.

Once the door closed with a soft snap, Jax's hands were on my body and his lips were on mine. I kissed him back just as hungrily and his tongue pushed into my mouth as my hand fisted in his hair. He pushed my shirt up and kneaded my breast, pulling down the cup of my bra to access my hardening nipple, tweaking it and sending a shock to my core. He walked me backwards to the bed, allowing me to sit before crawling over me and leaning me back.

I allowed my hands to roam his hard chest, mapping the chiselled contours as he pushed my shirt up and over my head. He worked down my body, trailing open mouthed kisses as he made short work of removing my skirt.  I instantly crossed my arms over my now exposed body as Jax stood up,

“C’mere baby,” he held out a hand for me to stand with him, wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me close to kiss me again,

“You’re too dressed,” I complained in barely a whisper, earning a smirk,

“Best do something about it then,”

I pushed his shirt up and he pulled it over his head and tossed it across the room, the muscles of his chest danced in synchronicity.  He circled my wrists with his hands and guided me to the fastenings of his jeans as he kicked off his sneakers.  I pushed down the denim waistband and stood against him, feeling his erection press against me as I grabbed his ass.  He moved my hands above me as we laid down on the bed, securing my wrists gently with one hand as he used the other to spread my legs,

“Mmm I can feel you’re wet for me baby,” he purred as his hand pressed against my cunt, “even through your panties, so hot,”

I flushed again, rolling my hips slightly in search of more friction against his teasing fingers.  Jax leant back on his knees and peeled my underwear down my legs, leaning over me again to reach behind and unclasp my bra.  He dragged it slowly down my arms and ducked his head immediately to the exposed swells of flesh, kissing, nipping and sucking as I gasped in pleasure beneath him.  He placed his hand between my legs and began to slide a finger along my entrance.  I ground my hips against his movements, wanting more than his slow ministrations.

“Use your words, Julee,” he mumbled against my chest, I could feel him smiling.

“I want more, Jax,” I sighed.  He pushed into me, curling his fingers as he pulled away.  He lifted his head and watched me as his hand found the perfect rhythm,

“Cum on my hand and I’ll fuck you so good,” he promised, circling my clit with his thumb.  The added stimulation and the sound of his voice drove me closer and I reached a hand to his cock, pumping in time with his movements, “Jesus Christ that feels so good,” he moaned

“Ohhh Jax, I’m close, so close!” I gasped as I felt the tension in my belly and my legs began to tremble,

“I know baby, I can feel you.  I’m taking this one,”

I mewled against his shoulder as the waves of euphoria hit me, all too soon scrambling to push his hand away as he drew my pleasure out.  I had scarcely caught my breath when he pushed into me, filling me easily and deliciously as my walls pulsed with the aftershocks of my orgasm.  He wasted no time in thrusting needfully again and again, unholy confessions pouring from his lips as our bodies moved with eachother in carnal desire.

Jax made me cum three more times before he chased his own release, almost howling my name as he bucked into me.  He rolled onto the bed and pulled me across to lean on his chest,

“Damn girl, you were amazing,” he panted, brushing my hair away from my face tenderly as I traced the ink on his chest.  I stretched against his side, a satisfied smile on my face as I looked up at him.  He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and his arms loosened slightly as he drifted to sleep.  I couldn’t make sense of the thoughts whirring drunkenly around in my head so, concentrating on the steady thud of his heartbeat, I closed my eyes and let myself relax.

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