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jayden-writes · 10 months

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ab irato

pairing: Lucifer x gn!Reader

word count: ~3.5k

genre: hurt/comfort, angst

cw: mental breakdown, self-deprecation, self-harm (not graphic)

summary: When you break under the pressure of keeping up with Devildom curriculum, an unlikely demon comes to your aid.

other notes: no name, Y/N or MC used // AO3 // thanks to @gravedwe11er for helping me so much with this fic!

Too much. Too much. You couldn't breathe. The steady slamming of your fists against your thighs as you were sitting on the edge of your bed did nothing to help you feel grounded. You needed to rip yourself apart, break your body open or the anger would tear through the seams of your being, engulfing you in an inferno and burning you into cinder. Flames were raging in your body, licking at your soul, your heart, your lungs. You wanted to scream until your throat was raw, but you couldn’t make a sound other than ragged attempts at breathing and angry whimpers.

This was going to kill you, you knew it, you could feel yourself decaying in real-time, your head swimming, rushing in your ears and your lungs constricted as your body was slowly being consumed by the fire. Until, out of nowhere, the movement of your fists stilled. It took you a few seconds to realize that there were strong hands clad in black gloves keeping them in place despite your resistance against them. Gradually, the image of Lucifer kneeling in front of you registered in your dazed mind and you met his gaze.

His lips were moving, though you were unable to make out what he was saying amidst the utter chaos in your head, even the expression he was wearing on his face was entirely lost on you. However, you could feel his hands squeezing yours rhythmically in an unsuccessful attempt to ground you. He kept up the effort for a few moments, but eventually he carefully loosened the hold he had on you, only fully letting go once he was sure you wouldn’t continue hitting yourself. Then he left.

As soon as the door had closed behind him a sob tore through your throat and hot tears of shame started running down your cheeks, scorching your skin. You hid your face in your hands and cried, feeling yourself getting more upset than you already were. Of course he wouldn’t want to be around when you were acting like this, what were you expecting? In the five months you had known him he hadn’t been particularly caring or kind towards you - mostly keeping his interactions with you to a bare minimum, only making sure you wouldn’t die during your stay in the Devildom - so obviously he couldn’t be bothered to take care of a human having a pathetic mental breakdown.

You felt the blaze burning even stronger, your fingers quickly moving to your hair, yanking at it desperately, although that brought you no reprieve either. Suddenly the mattress dipped down right next to you and something cold was pressed on the nape of your neck. It was such an abrupt and stark contrast to the conflagration that was raging inside of you that you instinctively tried moving away from it, but an unyielding arm promptly held you in place, forcing you to let the cold seep through your skin and your body. Within a few seconds you became completely still, your hands dropping into your lap. Your lungs ached when they fully expanded again for the first time in what felt like an eternity as you took deep, shuddering breaths while the shock of the icy feeling worked its way through your insides, smothering the flames that had been consuming you. The rushing in your ears ceased and your vision became less blurry. Finally, you could hear yourself crying and the tension in your muscles slowly dissipated. The restraining arm that had been keeping you in place disappeared, but the cold thing on your nape remained.

There were no words spoken as your tears slowly came to a stop and your breathing slowed down, a feeling of exhaustion settling into your bones.

“Why?” you whispered, shifting slightly to face Lucifer without looking him in the eye.

“What exactly do you mean?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he put his arm down, removing an ice pack from your neck.

“Why are you here? I don’t… I don’t understand. It’s not like I was in physical danger, you could have just… left me alone.”

“Because,” he replied after a few beats of silence, “Lord Diavolo has tasked me with taking care of your well-being, mental and physical alike.”

Your shoulders sagged at that and you turned away from him. Of course he was only doing this because of Lord Diavolo and not because he genuinely cared. How foolish of you, to think otherwise.

“Right…” you muttered, feeling your throat closing up, “you can go then. I’ll be fine, I can handle myself for now.”

Lucifer exhaled heavily as he contemplated his next words.

“I would rather not leave you alone at this time,” his voice was firm, making you scoff.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything that would put your oh-so-important exchange program in jeopardy. There’s no need for you to stick around any longer,” you spoke, hurt clearly audible in your voice despite your efforts to mask it with an indifferent tone. His eyes were fixed on you, studying your form for a few seconds before speaking once more.

“That’s not the only reason,” he replied with a sigh. You frowned and turned to him with an incredulous look in your eyes.

“Oh, so now you care?” you asked, voice brimming with bitterness. He let out a short chuckle, mouth twisting into a small, wry smile.

“Whether you believe it or not, watching you suffer brings me no pleasure,” he examined your bewildered expression with amusement for a bit, then his face grew serious again.

“I wish to help you through this, if you would let me. I want you to rely on me, to trust me with your pain,” he reached out an ungloved hand, thumb brushing gently across your cheek as you gaped at him in astonishment. “I will not leave your side, not unless you send me away.”

Lucifer’s gaze carried a small hint of concern and fondness, and you couldn’t remember ever seeing such emotions on his usually well-guarded face. You kept staring at him, not knowing what to say, but the touch of his hand felt nice and soothing and you couldn’t help wanting to accept his offer. With a stifled yawn you leaned into the contact and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy this moment of tenderness.

“You must be exhausted,” he said in a soft voice, “perhaps it would be best if you rested for some time. I will stay with you - if you are amenable.”

“That would be nice,” you muttered, fatigue taking hold of you. His hand disappeared from your cheek and you opened your eyes again, watching him take off his shoes and coat and lie down on the bed. You followed suit and let your weary body sink into the mattress, keeping a respectful distance from him. Some time later you felt him gently stroking your hair, the touch a steady reminder of his presence.

While you tried to relax and fall asleep, remnants of your emotions caught up with you and your body began shaking, a lump forming in your throat. You didn’t want to cry again, you were so tired of it. But Lucifer, perceptive as ever, paused his movements and you could hear him coming closer to you. His arm moved underneath your neck, holding your shoulder and pulling you towards him. Soon enough your head was lying on his chest and his other arm was resting on your waist. The carefulness of his hold only served to make you feel more raw on the inside, a whimper escaping your mouth against your will as tears started cascading down your cheeks, soaking through the fabric of his clothes. Lucifer remained quiet, tracing patterns on your skin with his fingers as your body shook with sobs and you clung to him, seeking comfort in his steadfast embrace until you calmed down.

It was completely silent aside from his steady breathing and your occasional sniffles and hiccups. He kept caressing your body and eventually you drifted off to sleep.

When you began waking up the following morning you were still too groggy to comprehend your surroundings, though you felt safe and warm and you would have stayed that way forever, but then a deep voice cut through the serenity.

“Did you sleep well?”

Startled, your eyes shot open and the first thing you saw was Lucifer’s face a few inches away from yours as the memories of last night came flooding back.

“You really stayed,” you muttered, genuine surprise in your voice.

“Of course I did, I always stay true to my word,” he easily replied, running a hand through his disheveled hair. You were still wrapped up in his arms, marvelling at the unguarded look on his face. Before you knew it you moved a hand to cup his cheek, fully expecting him to withdraw or get annoyed, but to your amazement he didn't. Instead, he stayed still and gazed at you with a look in his eyes you couldn't identify. It almost mesmerized you; however, you shook yourself out of your reverie and sat up with a heavy sigh. Lucifer kept looking at you, but you stared at your hands that were laying in your lap.

It was silent for a bit as you thought about last night, a grave feeling washing over you the more you ruminated.

“You can go now,” you mumbled, eyes flicking up to look Lucifer in the face.

“Excuse me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You don’t have to hang around any longer; you did your duty,” you said, a tinge of sadness in your tone.

”Why would I not?”

“Why would you want to stay? Just because you don't enjoy seeing me suffer? Please. I appreciate what you did last night, I really do, but you can now stop pretending that you give a shit.”

“I’m not pre-” he started saying while he sat up, only to be cut off by you.

“Yes, of course you are. I mean- what even am I compared to you? I'm… I’m nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm weak, there's nothing special about me. I'm just a human,” you kept ranting.

“Don't-”

“And compared to most other humans I'm still pathetic and weak. I freaked out like this over stupid homework. Over homework! And it wasn't even the first time and it won't be the last time either,” you didn't know what you were saying anymore, the words kept coming as you worked yourself into a frenzy, your shoulders heaving as you were breathing heavily.

“Stop-” he tried again to no avail, sounding exasperated.

“I am nothing but a burden and a risk to the program. I shouldn't- I shouldn’t be here! You picked the worst fucking human in existence for this- this important project and now you have to worry about me ruining everything! Why else would you even bother with-”

Out of nowhere your face was grabbed by Lucifer's hands and his lips met yours. He soon pulled away again, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“I will not have you talking about yourself in such a degrading manner”, he warned you, an angry edge to his voice, “none of what you said is even remotely true and I refuse to stand by idly and let you say such things.”

The kiss and his words stunned you into silence. Your mind was racing, and you didn’t know what to say or what to think.

“Listen to me very closely”, he spoke in a low and commanding tone, his hands still framing your face tightly, “do you truly think I would spend my valuable time with you like this if I only cared about the program?”

“I- I don't know? Probably not…?” you questioned. The weight of his words and actions was slowly beginning to sink in and the doubts in your mind began to dim.

“Precisely. There are no ulterior motives; I have nothing to gain from such actions. I did what I did because I wanted to, that’s all there is to it. Do you understand?”

“I- I think so, yes,” you muttered, the hands holding your face loosening their grasp ever so slowly.

“From now on, I want you to reach out to me any time you begin to feel overwhelmed in this manner. I will not allow you to deal with this by yourself again, am I making myself clear?”

“Yeah, okay. If that’s what you want, then I guess I can do that,” came your not entirely truthful reply as you turned your head away from him to avoid his piercing stare. He sighed and shifted your face back towards him.

“I mean it”, Lucifer emphasized, his voice and expression softer now, “let me be there for you.”

More and more of your doubts were disappearing by the minute, the way he was looking at you made you believe in his sincerity.

“Okay, I will contact you when this happens again, I promise. But… I need to know what changed. Why are you suddenly being so nice to me? And why did you… kiss me?”

For a few seconds, his eyes flickered away, avoiding yours, but he quickly recovered.

“Why? Because I wanted to. I wanted to ease your pain, and I wanted to kiss you,” he answered casually, moving his hand to your chin and brushing a thumb over your lips.

“You can’t kiss someone simply because you want to,” you stated indignantly, face blushing furiously.

“Why not? Are you telling me you did not like it?” Lucifer asked, a smug smile on his face.

“I-It’s not about that!” you exclaimed.

“Ah, but I don’t hear you denying it either.”

“I don’t- I don’t want to be kissed on just a whim,” you huffed.

“I never do anything on ‘just a whim’. You are worth more than that,” his teasing smile became tender as he said that and he moved closer. You felt your pulse beginning to race, pounding in your chest as if it was trying to break out of your ribcage. The emotions that were swirling inside you were overwhelming; there was confusion and irritation, but you also had butterflies in your stomach that were fluttering around wildly, making you feel incredibly flushed.

“W-what are you doing?” you whispered nervously, feeling his breath on your skin.

“Merely showing you how much I meant it, if I may?”

Everything around you felt fuzzy and almost unreal, but you managed to nod. He closed the gap between the two of you, his lips pressing lightly against yours. Compared to the earlier kiss, this one felt much more deliberate and gentle, less of a demand and closer to a request instead. His hand was on the back of your head, fingers stroking through your hair. As you were starting to get entirely lost in the sensation, Lucifer pulled away, leaving you dazed and breathless. He removed his hands from your face and gave you a little bit of space while you tried to regain your composure.

There was a genuine, pleased smile on his face when he was looking at you and it only made you blush harder. Your heart was still beating way too fast, and the whirlwind of emotions inside of you wasn’t letting up either. All you could do was stare at him in disbelief.

“Do you see my point now?” Lucifer asked with a soft chuckle, watching your baffled expression with a mix of amusement and affection. You nodded. Maybe you were imagining it, but you could swear there was the tiniest amount of pink tinting his cheeks.

“Good,” he said, his demeanor growing serious again, “then I believe it would be best if we talked about last night.”

“Ah… is that really necessary?” you muttered in disappointment.

“I understand that this might be uncomfortable for you, but in order for me to be able to help you, to be there for you, I need to know more.”

Sighing deeply you took a few measured breaths, trying to suppress the anxiety that was now taking hold of you once more. You leaned against the headboard, looking away and gathering yourself for a few moments.

“My grades have been falling short of my expectations and I’m having a hard time understanding the topics in class. I- the homework has gotten increasingly harder and I just- I understand less and less with each class I attend,” you explained, your voice quivering slightly, “I thought it would get easier with time, that I’d be able to comprehend everything, o-or at least more, but no. It’s only getting worse and I- I feel so frustrated and angry. And when I was doing homework last night, I guess I just- I just snapped. I’ve been struggling with other homework and assignments since I got here, but it hasn’t been this bad in- in a while.”

Closing your eyes you took more deliberate breaths to try and calm the emotions bubbling in your chest. You heard Lucifer move, his body settling next to you as he put a comforting hand over yours.

“I-it’s always been like that, I guess. I get overwhelmed with something and I-I freak out, I don’t even know why. It’s stupid and embarrassing,” you finished off your explanation quietly, trying to resist the urge to deprecate yourself further because you knew it would only make him upset again.

“How often does this happen?” he questioned, rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand.

“Oh… uhm, not that often, I guess?” You gave back anxiously.

“How often?” he pressed again.

“Ever since I got here maybe… ten times?”

“So, twice a month?”

You opened your eyes and carefully looked at him, taking in his frown before shaking your head, causing him to narrow his eyes.

“No… in the first four months it only happened three times overall, but this month has been… difficult,” you explained with an uneasy laugh.

“Seven times? This month alone?” he concluded, clearly taken aback.

“Well… maybe? I don’t know for sure, I haven’t exactly kept count.”

“So you’re saying it could have been more than ten times?”

“It could have also been less!” you protested weakly, knowing very well that Lucifer was right in his assumption. One incredulous look from him was enough for you to deflate and sigh heavily.

“Did you have any intentions of ever telling anyone? Or would you have kept on suffering alone had I not found you by pure chance?” he finally asked after a while, his voice stern with a hint of concern.

The way you remained silent, avoiding his gaze, told him all he needed to know. He cursed under his breath, a hand ruffling through his hair. Just when you were about to apologize, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest and holding you in a firm embrace. You let your head rest against him and lazily draped your arm across his waist before you spoke again.

“Being a human here is… difficult, Lucifer. I already feel so vulnerable and the thought of telling this to someone, to a being that is so much more powerful, so much older than I am, is mortifying. I was- I still am scared that something like this will only make you see how weak I actually am.”

He raised a hand to your face, caressing your cheek in a soothing manner.

“I don't consider you weak - quite the opposite, in fact. Bearing the burden of being an exchange student in a foreign place, surrounded by demons, would be a difficult matter for any human. However, it is foolish to carry this weight alone, and if I have a say in it, you never will again,” he assured you, tightening his hold around you, “we can come together however often it is necessary and go over your assignments; I will make sure you understand everything. In turn, I expect you to come to me whenever there is something troubling you.”

“I will, I promise,” you said earnestly. Lucifer hummed appreciatively and you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until the alarm of your phone nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck, I have to get ready,” you mumbled as you untangled yourself from his hold and stood up.

“No need.”

“Huh?” You stopped dead in your tracks, staring at him in confusion.

“I will excuse you from today’s classes,” he explained casually while getting up himself, “and I will tell my brothers to leave you alone, so that you may focus on resting instead. If you need anything, do not hesitate to call me.”

“Thank you for letting me skip RAD, but… I can’t just call you. I know how busy you are, and I don’t want to bother you when you have so little time already.”

“Don’t argue with me on this, I will make time for you. And now, rest. We will talk more in depth later.”

“Okay,” you conceded, watching him leave, “and Lucifer?” He stopped in front of the door and turned around, examining you expectantly.

“Thank you. Really.”

“You are welcome,” he gave you a soft smile and a nod, then he left.

With a content sigh you laid back down and closed your eyes, quickly falling asleep again.

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appleberrycenter · 5 months

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this genre of their outfits are cutie

#does slaf have a lil stache or am i tripping #habs #montreal canadiens #juraj slafkovsky #justin barron #kaiden guhle #samuel montembeault #cayden primeau #to many to tag #jayden struble #johnathan kovacevic #jesse ylonen

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notkiioki · 8 months

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Good evening overtime nation.

Finally done with this oh my g *explode*

Hope the cut works or else imma kms holy f

#liam making art #liam punya anak #overtime #overtime game #josiah nguyen #overtime oc #jeremiah immanuel hartono #jayden gray #jaysiah #or more like...#josielynn #....yeah....#my bad guys the yuri has taken over me (cringe)#WHAT SHOULD I TAG AGAIN UM #i guess thats enough for now yeah buhb

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garden-side-calamity · 1 month

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Top ten shocking revivals of 2024!!!

#mun tag #theresademoninyouroven #jayden for now #theweirdgaymer

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thisfanisgonesorry · 9 months

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norman jayden smut. ykw i want.

you got it. thanks for giving me ur copy of resident evil<3 cw: drug use/drug addiction/drug withdrawal, stay safe qts. tags: femdom, smut wow, dubcon for both parties?, exhibitionism, humiliation, lil bit of praise, he wants to call you mommy but he doesnt, begging, you give him a handy and thats abt it, genderneutral but implied fem reader (duh)

I was finishing up a quick job for Jayden as he was quickly sent off on another, something across the country. He trusted me to stay behind and make sure it got wrapped up, however, walking into work afterwards was another story.

“Why aren’t you with Jayden?”

My boss spoke harshly with a donut and cup of coffee. The conversation was shortlived;

“I didn’t want to go?”

“Get your ass over there or you’re not getting paid.”

And so, much to my reluctance, I was coerced into joining him on the case he was deployed to. I was packed up and shipped off within the hour, with not much preplanning and not a single word was spoken to Norman about my arrival.

Not too long after landing, I’d been set up in the same hotel room, and was directed to the police station where they updated me on the case.

I synced up my ARI glasses to his as I walked through the building, trying to skim the current information on record. I was slowly making my way to his new appointed office.

Walking into the room was the last thing I expected.

The back of his chair was facing the doorway, but I saw myself— or an AI version of myself (which was, for some reason or another, completely naked)— and his whines were filling up the room quietly, and by the moment it seemed he didn’t care about being caught in his office. The AI looked up at me, and Jayden immediately flung his glasses off, causing the AI to disappear. He quickly pulled his pants up and spun his chair to face me.

His tie was loosely strung around his neck, despite being completely untied, his button up messily unbuttoned at the top and his jacket slung around the top of his chair, his pants still unzipped and unbuttoned, though he was modest enough to hide his dick behind his underwear.

“Are you joking?”

I slowly took my glasses off, folding them and placing them in my pocket. His face was completely white and pale, his nose was bleeding slightly and his hands were trembling as he desperately held onto the arms of his chair.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry- I don’t- I don’t know what this is. I’ve never- I’ve never seen this.. Before. In my life.” He realised he was caught in a lie as he spoke the wrong words, stammering over every word he could get out. “God, what is this strange technology?” He pretended to analyse the glasses, really trying to take the attention away from himself.

“Norman.”

“I’ve never done this before. I promise.”

“I don’t really care if you have or haven’t.” I sighed. “You’re on tripto again?”

“Can’t..” Jayden cut himself short, unable to continue his sentence. His bloodshot eyes looked up at me, a hint of desperation in them. His clammy hands struggled to keep a solid grip on the armrests. I couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been like this for, he’d been alone in this city for a few hours, and however much longer had he been locked away in this grungy office, trying not to get fired.

There’s a moment of silence between us, it was awkward, the room was hot and he was drenched in sweat. My eyes slowly scanned him, trying to fully process what was going on.

“I need to stay busy until this goes away.”

“I’ll let you—” I spoke, turning to leave.

“No.” He rushed out. “Please. Stay.”

“I don’t want to fuck you like this.”

Jayden's brows furrowed, as he quickly blinked. “I’m not high, Alright? I can consent, god, I’m so fucking sober." He spoke quickly.

“Norman—”

“You just saw me jerking off to an AI version of you.” He did a loose hand gesture, motioning about his previous actions. “Wouldn’t you say we’re past formalities?”

“How long have you had that?”

“Long enough to know that I want this.” The words hung heavy in the air, exposing his previous lie. As much as I wanted to believe the withdrawal was speaking for him, him having such a thing is not something made in just a moment’s notice of desperation. How long had Jayden wanted to fuck me?

I sighed and walked closer to him, one hand placed on the top of the chair like the AI had, leaning over him. “You are despicable.” I spoke harshly and he only let out a pathetic whine.

“Please.”

His button and zip remained undone, his white underwear made this seem almost innocent. Almost. I slid my hand under the fabric, feeling his wet and hard cock beneath my fingers.

“Ah, fuck.” He whined, jerking his hips upwards to meet the touch. I slowly wrapped my fingers around the girth of it, every single touch made him react like a virgin. “So soft.” He whispered, his hips twitching at the sensation.

“What if our supervisor saw that thing? What do I even call it?”

“It’s you.” He mumbled out.

“It’s not me. I’m me.”

“It’s.. I wish it was you.”

“You have to tell the supervisor about this.” I said sternly. “You’re explaining this to him.”

“Yes, yes, anything, just touch me, keep touching me.” He pleaded.

He threw his head back with a moan as I slowly stroked his length, limited by the fabric. He got the hint and tried to free himself from the tight clothes, lowering them just enough to give me control before his fingers returned tightly to the armrests.

“Good boy.” I purred and he took the fastest double take I’ve ever seen in my life before whimpering, going slightly limp in the chair.

He kept squirming slightly at my touch, writhing against it as his head stayed tilted back. There was a sheen of sweat covering his entire body and at this point, it was hard to tell if it was from me or not.

My hand reached the tip of his cock, lingering there as I gently squeezed the soft head, his body tensed up completely and his head jerked forward to look at me with wide eyes. His lips looked red and plump and his face was a subtle pink. His fingernails dug into the soft plush of the armrests, threatening to rip it to pieces.

“Touch... Let me...” He struggled out between pants. “Please.”

“Go on.”

He didn’t need much permission beyond that, quickly tugging at my white t-shirt, successfully pulling it over my head, despite needing to lose contact, he was being so, so very brave about it. I tugged his jacket off the top of his chair, throwing it around my shoulders to cover my back from the doorway and placing my shirt in its place.

“Someone could walk in. You know that right?” I spoke, wrapping my hand around his aching cock again.

He nodded mindlessly, still a whining mess as his hands reached up to feel my torso, his palms explored as much as he could. He was still meticulous, almost careful to not push his luck despite how unfortunate of a situation he’d found himself in.

“I wanna do so much to you.” He confessed, still mindless, I don’t even think he was aware of the words leaving his mouth as his eyes stayed glued to my body. “Please don’t let this be the only time we do this.”

“Keep it down.” I spoke sternly. His response was merely an incoherent string of ‘Yes, sorry’ and ‘Please, more’, and it was hard to make it out. “Do you want someone to catch us?”

“Yes—”

He quickly let out a loud moan before covering his mouth with his hand, closing his eyes and harshly hitting his head against the headrest. His other hand was still on my body, greedily squeezing what he could.

“You want that to be your first impression?”

He shook his head, keeping his hand tight on his mouth.

“Or do you want everyone to know I’m all yours?”

“God, fuck, yes.” He finally choked out, lowering his hand. “Y’re so sexy. They’ll want you s’bad, I want you. So bad.”

“You’re pathetic.” I whispered, leaning closer to his face.

“I know.”

“You always like this?”

“Sometimes.” He spoke quickly, opening his eyes briefly to watch me. “Not always.”

My hand lingered back to his tip, squeezing it again, watching him squirm helplessly beneath me as he struggled to breathe, talk or even think. The only sounds that left him for the few moments I kept him like this were whimpers.

“You think about this often?” I moved back to stroke his shaft, harder and faster, getting sick of this taking so long but it was expected from a drug addict.

“Sometimes.” He stammered out.

“Not always?”

He just sighed before a deep moan crawled its way out of his soul. “Ohh, fuck me. Please please please.” He pleaded, his eyes wide once again.

I smiled down at him and he looked like he was about to cry at the sight of it.

“You moan like a pornstar.”

“Y/n, I’m so fuckin’ close.” He whined out desperately.

His hips began to jerk to meet my movements.

“Let me, please, let me—”

His jaw finally went slack and his breathing quickened, he tried to swallow thickly but his throat was completely dry, his hands fell from their places without moving very far, one landed on the armrest and the other desperately clung to the jacket.

“Be a good boy.” I praised and he instantly preened under the words. “Cum for me, Jayden.”

“Oh god, fuck, oh god.” He spoke, slowly chanting as it peaked in volume. It was high pitch and sounded like a squeak as he got faster. “Oh god, fuckfuckfuck.”

I quickly moved my hand to the tip of his cock, catching all his cum in my palm to not ruin his suit, or make our rendezvous more obvious than it already was. He desperately thrust into my hand to finish his orgasm as he whimpered and whined through it.

“You got it. You’re doing great.”

He sighed though it sounded the exact same as a whine as he tried to milk his cock with my hand before slumping down completely.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He babbled, trying to catch his breath.

I pulled my hand away from him, opening my palm to see his mess. I furrowed my eyebrows, unsure what he was even apologising for, if it even was for anything in specific. He squirmed and slightly thrashed against the chair as he tried to calm himself. I couldn’t find anything in the room that I could wipe my hand with, and keeping it open only made him stare into it.

“I’m so sorry.” He pleaded.

“Relax.” I said sternly, shaking my head at him. “Use your words.”

“About the AI, I just—”

“It’s fine, consider it forgotten.”

“It’s weird, it’s creepy. I feel like a ra—”

“Then don’t use it again.” I said bluntly. “This conversation's over, Norman.”

He looked up at me, nodding slightly as he glanced back down to my palm. He wasn’t the easiest to read but it was clear to tell he had a million thoughts.

The door opened and I flinched slightly, turning my head to see a cop walk in, careful to keep my back to him and my cum-covered hand hidden from view, while also shielding Jaydens flaccid cock from prying eyes.

“Carter!” Jayden exclaimed, looking like a deer in headlights, still hiding behind my body.

He stared in silence for a moment, tossing the new file on the desk and turning around and leaving without a word.

“Two things you have to explain to our supervisor.” I said plainly.

I walked past him and found something to wipe my hand on, finding a packet of tissues hidden away. I opened it harshly, as best I could with one hand, wiped off the solidifying liquid and tossed it in the trash.

“You should get your pants on.” I spoke, standing in front of him again, handing him his jacket so I could put my shirt back on.

He frowned. “Don’t act like this. Please.” I figured once he’d came, he’d go back to his usual self, but of course not. He was still vulnerable and I was being a dick.

“You did great, Norm.” I praised softly.

He sighed as he tried to shuffle his pants back on, doing them up properly this time. He tensed slightly, and I tried to sooth it by running my fingers through his sweaty hair. He looked completely dishevelled, and Carter probably had the sight of his life.

“I meant it.” He spoke boldly after a few moments of silence. Despite his scruffy appearance, Jayden wanted his intentions to be as clear as possible. “I don’t.. I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“If we don’t get fired, I’ll make a note of it.”

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jonquilyst · 2 months

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Ty @akitasimblr for tagging me in this character fill-out tag! I'm gonna do Jayden this time bc I've done plenty of these games for Megyn and Eva ^^

NAME: Jayden Kane (pronounced Kaw-neh)

NICKNAME: Sometimes called "Jay" for short. Often called "bro" by his older brother Dylan (Jayden calls him bro too)

GENDER: Male (he/him)

STAR SIGN: Sagittarius

HEIGHT: 6'0" or 183 cm

ORIENTATION: Pansexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: His nationality is American (as my story canonically takes place in an AU/sims version of the US). His ethnicity is Native Hawaiian.

FAVOURITE FRUIT: I think he'd be a sucker for mangoes

FAVOURITE SEASON: Summer

FAVOURITE FLOWER: Small white daisies

FAVOURITE SCENT: The smell of cooking food, but also weird scents like gasoline

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: He's a hot chocolate boi. He doesn't like the taste of coffee nor tea

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Around 6. He tries to get enough sleep but there are some nights where the time runs out on him and he stays up too late...

DOGS or CATS: He likes both and would own both, especially if the animal was super playful.

DREAM TRIP: He'd absolutely love to go Mt. Komorebi or anywhere in Japan.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 not including his bed sheets, even in the cold winters of San My/Windenburg, though his comforter is fairly thick. It's a habit remaining from living in a warmer climate (Sulani) and then in foster care where he didn't have a lot on him, but I think he'd dislike heavy/multiple blankets so he doesn't feel weighed down.

RANDOM FACT: His brother Dylan is 8 years older than him, and this age gap is the reason Dylan was able to earn custody of Jayden. At the time Dylan was 18 and had just gotten his own place in Windenburg. He was able to use these two facts (legal adult and having stable housing) to whisk Jayden out of foster care. Dylan is now 27 years old and will soon be marrying his fiancée

Tagging @holocene-sims @spurgees @micrathene-w @ashubii (but feel free to ignore!)

#tag game #Jayden Kane

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rainbowsandwhumperflies · 2 months

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The Winged Servant - 6

cws: nonhuman whumpee, shock collar mentions, multiple whumpers

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note: this chapter is kinda rough and very short. my apologies, writing it felt like wrestling and wrangling an annoying concept into words. and it won against me. it's because this one is supposed to be set up for some fun chapters that are coming up soon!! so stay tuned!!

I didn’t realize that Prince Ryan had never put the collar back on until I was being handed platters of food in the kitchen. Maybe it was just a small mercy, like the twelve minutes I’d had to myself before dinner—he gave me those, sometimes, if he didn’t have to go out of his way for them—but it seemed different tonight.

Everything was different tonight and no one would fucking tell me why.

It was unreasonable to demand knowledge of these types of things, of course, I reminded myself.. The royal family always had my best interests in mind. Always. Every weird thing that happened today did not change that.

Serving dinner, at least, was the same. Carry three platters of food out of the kitchen and into the dining room, place them on the table, don’t make too much noise, don’t interrupt any conversation going on already. It was easy, as long as I didn’t drop anything, until-

“Onyx.”

Prince Ryan didn't talk to me during dinner. I was supposed to work like a well-oiled machine, serving food without making my presence obvious. I wasn’t supposed to be talked to and I wasn’t supposed to bow and my existence wasn’t supposed to be acknowledged.

I bowed at Prince Ryan's feet as soon as he spoke, trying not to let my surprise show. “May I assist you with something, Your Highness?” Talking wasn't so hard. It was just repeating the script I had been trained to say. Even if I didn’t usually talk here, it was the same script.

“We're going somewhere tonight. You need a pair of shoes. You can borrow some of mine. I want you ready to leave by the time we're done eating. Don't worry about dishes or anything—we have more important things to be doing right now.”

Repeating the script wasn't bad, except that Price Ryan had been abandoning the script all day and I didn't know where to go from there. “Yes, Your Highness,” I said, because what else was there to say?

“Any questions?”

I swallowed, trying to get used to the feeling of doing it without the collar. It’d had prongs with which to distribute the electricity, and my neck felt bare without them digging in. I could ask about it, but Prince Cardan had started glaring at me, and maybe it would be in everyone’s best interests to excuse myself from the table. “No, Your Highness. Thank you.”

He waved a hand at me, turning away, and I did my best to stay steady and graceful as I practically ran back to the kitchen. This was probably fine, right? It wasn’t going to be that big of a deal, right? I was just- just wearing shoes and leaving the house, like I was a human. And the prince had said it so nonchalantly.

“Onyx,” Jayden said firmly, squeezing one of my hands, and I blinked. From the look on his face, it was not the first time he’d said my name.

“My apologies, sir.”

“That’s alright. Let’s get some food in you before we leave, okay?”

“Okay,” I echoed. It had been awhile since I’d eaten, I realized. This morning, maybe. A meal would get my head back on straight, at the least.

“It’ll be alright,” Jayden told me as he set a plate in front of me, and I nodded. I would be alright. The royal family always had my best interests in mind. As long as I did what I was told, I would be alright, no matter how odd anything seemed to me.

taglist: @kaleidoscope-of-thoughts @toyybox @rainydaywhump

#i don't like this chapter very much but i will put my favorite detail anyway #hm probably the way onyx doesn't think anything of not having a pair of shoes? he has to borrow ryan's because he has none of his own #also i'm being so serious the next chapter will be SOO good and also have more content #too tired for word counts but this one in google docs was ~1.5 pages and the next is ~3.5 #rainbow's whump #whump writing #whump #rainbow's ocs #the winged servant #onyx tag #ryan tag #cardan tag #jayden tag #first person pov #next chapter also might contain a wee bit of convoluted lore

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