#Get it cause the juice brand

[davekat-sucks]

davejane is a pretty rarepair. what do you like about it?

Part of it is because Dave called Jane a hot grandma. It was hilarious when he said that. Someone that isn't Rose needs to psychoanalyze the Strilondes on why they have an attraction to relatives of certain kinds. Dave's attraction towards Jane is also more amplified via Davesprite in Namco High as it features Davesprite and Jane routes. Even though Davesprite should not have known or met Jane through base webcomic, it seems like he is still attracted to her. I would think it be sweet and funny that Dave being flustered around Jane when she acts something like a mother/grandma around him. Maybe Jane knows this and playfully teases him for it. Dave of course, would love and cherish Jane too as Jane would do for Dave. Jane is like John if he was a hot grandma. Minute Maid is also a cool ship name for them.

[baka-monarch]

My boss: you work as an usher and have to clean disgusting theaters multiple times a day and deal with people

Me: okay, will I get paid well?

Boss: no, you'll be paid below the livable wage and have the lowest paycheck out of all the positions you can have here

Me: will I ever get a raise?

Boss: no

Me: do I at least get both a 30 and a 15 minute breaks during my shifts since they're all over 8 hours?

Boss: no, you'll always have a 30 but if we're busy we'll need you to not take a fifteen

Boss: also on weekends you'll have to stay an hour longer than normal

Me: am I guaranteed to always get my fifteen on those days?

Boss: no

Me: is there any way to get paid more?

Boss: yes, training to work in a different position so you can work in 2 positions at once, but only managers can decide if you can get double trained

Me: okay.... At least I only work part time so hopefully I won't get too tired when summer comes

Boss: this summer we're having early very cheap movies so we need you to come in an hour early for every shift

Me: will I get paid any more for this at least?

Boss: no

And like- I feel ripped off-

[unsquished-apricot]

I can't wait till my new mattress cover gets here

[blkkizzat]

❛ IN YO PU$$Y TONGUE TWISTIN' LIKE ITS STIR FRY!❜

✰summary: don't ask toji to make you dinner if you aren't ready to be dinner ✰tw: nasty, filthy, insane pussy eating like its groceries. literal groceries cause there's lots of food/cooking sex references lmfao. ✰wc: <1k [no taglist under 1k]

Toji who you sass, telling him to be useful for once and "make you dinner." Unfortunately for you, Toji takes it quite literally as he makes you HIS dinner.

Without any warning you are manhandled down to the couch. Your brand new pink frilly panties utterly trashed, ripped off of you and discarded like a flimsy plastic wrap. Toji kneads open your doughy thighs, ordering you to hold your knees so that you are spread wide for him.

Succumbing to his more debased urges, your coochie would be his 'kitchen' for the next 2 hours. It was obvious from the perverse way his lips smacked together, sucking his teeth at the sight of your succulent cunt—he couldn't wait to serve you up on a platter.

Digging in, Toji wastes no time with prep work. 

Unabashedly feasting in your savory folds as if he were a gourmet who had just been presented with a 10-course 3-star michelin meal. Toji's filthy mouth proves to be such a needy glutton for your pretty pussy—slurping, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive lil’ clit until you’re sobbing. You clench and twitch around his tongue which seems to be on a mission to completely sear your insides, reducing your to legs to gelatinous goo. 

All the heat Toji boils in your core spreads to your entire body and your hands grow slippery with sweat. You shake as you struggle to maintain hold of your knees. Yet the scalding look Toji gives you makes you think twice before you let go of them—lest chef Toji say the dish is ruined and he needs to start all over again. 

“Chef knows best” Toji tells you, along with his specialty cuisine style of "making it nasty", so of course he must braise your swollen throbbing clit in globs of his spit. His tongue bastes over your sopping folds as he scoops the marinated mixture—crafted of his saliva and the syrupy juices of your ripened cunt—back into your steamy quivering hole. 

At the very least you were grateful that despite the embarrassment flaming on your tear-stained cheeks, the amount of carnal pleasure coursing through your body sent your mind into euphoric delirium. Your eyes spared you from the sight of Toji's shameless display of ravenous hunger by becoming lodged into the back of your skull.

Nevertheless, you didn’t need to see to tell that Toji is a messy cook. Some of your rich milky sauce is sure to dribble down to the crack of your ass as his lecherous ministrations cause you to overflow. Not to worry though—when it comes to relishing your perfect pussy, Toji ultimately keeps a tidy kitchen and he is certainly not wasteful. 

Toji will dutifully clean up any mess, unlike your actual kitchen where he never washes a dish. Likewise, although when you try to get him to eat healthier and he refuses his greens—Toji will never hesitate to toss your salad. Stirring his tongue deep into your puckered hole he savors the taste while three of his thick fingers bully into your tight lil’ pussy, blending you up until you pureed all over his fingers.

The intensity of your lustful moans rival that of the vulgar sounds sloshing from your core and echoing throughout the living room. Both sounds Toji finds himself developing an insatiable hunger for and it spurs on his near relentless teasing of you. 

Duplicitous in his positively feral pussy drunk state, he reasons with you that "a chef never reveals his secrets".

Therefore you are never certain upon reaching the peak of your next mind-mincing orgasm if he will serve you utterly delectable release—the sweet nectar of your squirt garnishing his lips resulting in Toji to nearly busting in his own pants from rutting against the sofa—

—or if he will cruelly snatch it away from you again as you teeter right on the edge of rapture. When he does this there is certainly a twinkle in his eyes as he mocks you, "but you weren't quite done simmering just yet, mamas."

Absolutely overdone and oversensitive, if the torture of him stewing your insides becomes too much—If you really whine and tell him you've had enough—to his credit Toji would stop. Stop and hover mere centimeters away from your leaky lil’ peach that is. 

You would whimper, so sore from the abuse of his tongue as his own eyes would roll back at the sugary smell of your arousal wafting off your messed up lil cunny. Toji knows at this point you are too fucked out—too thoroughly made well-done on his tongue to escape from his gluttonous depravity. 

Sloppy and glazed in your cum, the scar on Toji's lip glistens as it pulls into a devious smirk. Huffing out, Toji would softly breeze air over your puffy clit until your lil nub throbbed with enough need to beg for another course. 

Toji would oblige you of course. 

Nonetheless, as punishment for disturbing the chef while he’s cooking, you would have to wait a bit more before you felt his mouth on you again. Only blowing over your sex, your desperate pleas are only met with cruel chuckles chiding you that he needed to "let his food cool properly" before he could eat the next serving.

In the end, Toji's hard efforts in your kitchen are rewarded as he thoroughly consumes every last morsel you have to offer, cleaning up every lingering string of your arousal. With his wanton thirst for your creamy caramelized cunt finally quenched he brings himself up to admire your cute slutted out pout. 

You gasp as Toji’s lips meet yours in a fiery kiss. His tongue is just chaotic, dominating your mouth as if he were still craving the taste of your core.

You're dizzy for air when Toji finally pulls away. Still coming down from your blissed out state you fail to notice Toji had switched your positions. You are now on the floor between his legs while he sits on the couch.

His beefy thighs manspread wide as his girthy length springs from his dark sweats. The angry red tip of his cockhead sways back to hit his abs thickly coated in what must be his own fluids from at some point cumming in his pants just from eating you out.

Reaching out to grab your chin his thumb rubs over your lips in a gentle caress before bullying them open. You were going to roast his cock in that warm n’ tight throaty lil oven of yours.

It was your turn to make him dinner.

✰ ©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

✰a/n: y'all idk im hungry, on my period and i clearly got demons. that's all the defense i got so y'all can lock me away for this now. *runs away* p.s.plug!choso lovers this is not a fic, its a drabble i promise i literally wrote this in tumblr drafts don't kill me LOL

✰reblog & comments are my life's blood. ty!

[muwapsturniolo]

Backseat serenade 💳 Chris Sturniolo

"kid, what the fuck are you on about?"

✗ NSFW content ahead, car sex, riding, missionary, squirting, cum, not edited, there is a link to a porn video for one of the positions.

@plutism for dividers.

You were pissed.

It was the middle of December in LA and Chris had you standing outside waiting in the cold. He didn’t tell you why, he claimed it was a surprise.

“This dumbass boy, why the hell are him and Matt taking so long?” You mutter to yourself, shivering slightly. Not soon after, the familiar black car pulls into your driveway.

You go to wave to Matt, expecting Chris to hop out on the passenger side - you were wrong.

Your eyes widen seeing Chris hop out the car, a cocky smirk on his face as he makes his way towards you.

“What the fuck?” You mumble as soon as he approaches you, your confusion evident. He chuckles softly, his hands finding their rightful place on your waist.

“Why the hell are you driving with no licenses Chris? What if you got pulled over?” You begin to scold him.

He fishes in his pocket, pulling out his wallet and showing you his brand new drivers license.

“Surprised?” He asks as you snatch the wallet from him, examining the plastic ID. “When the hell did you take your test? You never even told me you were trying to get it!”

You gently slap his shoulder, going back to looking at the license.

“I wanted it to be a surprise…now come on, I want to drive you around for once.” You couldn’t help but smile at his words.

So here you were, sitting in the passenger seat for once as Chris drives. You couldn’t help but stare at him, watching the way his eyes dart across the road, the way his hand wrap around the steering wheel, the way he was manspreading…

He looked good, too good.

The plan was to get food and drive back to your place, but you wanted something else.

“Pull over.”

He gives you an odd look, his eyes darting back to the empty road. “What? Why? We’re almo-pull over Chris.”

He huffs and does as told, pulling over on the side of the road and turning the car off. You waste no time, crawling over the center console and situating yourself in his lap, slamming your lips against his.

You grind against him, enjoying the way his moans fall into your mouth. “Fuck- what’s gotten into you?” He asks as he pulls away from the sloppy kiss.

You ignore him and reach on the side of seat, pulling the lever so the seat is pulled all the way back.

“Doesn’t matter, now shut up and fuck me”

He smirks and does as told, quickly pulling his sweats and boxers down as you get to work on removing your own shorts and underwear.

He grabs the base of his dick, holding it up as you level yourself above him. You sink down, the both of you moaning out at the euphoric sensation.

His hands grip your hips harshly as you begin to bounce on him, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth.

“Shit, oh fuck-“ he moans lowly.

You moan with him, gripping both his shoulders and the seat harshly.

You looked pretty on top of him, perfect even, but he knew you were getting tired. “Fuck fuck fuck, get off-“ he lifts you with ease, managing to move your body in the small space.

He sits you down in the seat, his body hunched over yours as he throws your legs over his shoulders. You were practically bent in half, your toes touching the roof of the car.

He slips right back in, his thrusts causing the car to shake.

With the new and odd position you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching, the tip of his dick pushing against that special spot as well as your cervix.

“C-come on baby, give it t’me” he groans in your ear, his own orgasm quickly approaching. He sneaks his hand inbetween your conjoined bodies and thumbs your clit, swiping it quickly.

That’s all you need to release, your juices gushing out and covering the seat and windows. He groans and gives one final thrust, filling you up to the brim. the two of you sit there panting harshly, staring at each other with mischief.

"I got my license and we finally had car sex....Does this mean when I get my own private jet we can join the mile-high club?" You roll your eyes and push him away, the two of you starting to clean up your mess. little did you know, Chris took a picture of the excess juices on the window, posting it on his story.

a few days later he was looking for something to post on his story and he came across a photo from that night. you were in the passenger seat shoving frenchfries in your mouth, a wide smile on your face. not even thinking about it, he went ahead and posted it with the caption "passenger princess".

not even 20 minutes later, matt bursts into chris's room, a look of disgust on his face.

"get your own car you dirty bitch!"

chris looks up in confusion, trying to figure out why matt was so mad and calling him a dirty bitch.

"kid what the fuck are you on about?"

"you fucked her in the car! the car that we share! who does that? I'm actually going to kill both of you! you're disgusting!" matt walks out of the room, slamming the door in the process. chris snickers to himself and goes back on his phone, smiling as he sees a text from you come in.

[cheyisagirlkisser]

MDNI, SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW

“This is such a stupid idea!!” You giggle, watching as Ellie grabs a piece of ice from the freezer.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. I promise.”

You sigh and she grins as you finally relent.

You find yourself completely naked on the bed as Ellie rubs warm hands over your body, palming your tits and then massaging your thighs. Finally, the piece of ice between her teeth comes into play.

“O-Oh, god..that’s cold, Els..” You gasp as the frigid feeling trails over your neck first before she traces over your collarbones with the small piece of ice. It feels so weird but somehow turns you on, every time you feel the almost unbearably cold cube of ice make contact with your skin, goosebumps visible on your arms and a trail of wetness visible wherever Ellie so pleases to leave it, much to her appreciative gaze. She cannot speak with the cube between her lips but her heavy breathing speaks for her.

Her mouth trails down from your collarbones to your chest, first teasing and elliciting gasps by stringing the melting cube along the skin of your sternum, slowly making her way to one of your nipples.

You don’t know how it is that this, just ice in her mouth, is affecting you so much. But it truly is. The sensation is freezing but wetness brands her path into your skin as your nipple hardens. With the cube slowly melting between her teeth, she has to hurry on her performance. Ellie smothers your other nipple with the ice, causing you to curse under your breath and squirm. Your body naturally wants to buck up and escape from the extreme sensation, but your pussy is telling you to take it, take more of what Ellie is offering.

Ellie holds your hips down so that she can finally get to her favorite part of her fantasy; you’re squirming and panting as the cube glides over your navel, leaving a slick trail of cold water over your hips before she finally spits the now mostly melted-down cube out of her mouth and face-first dives between your legs.

Your fingers quickly tangle into her hair as you immediately jolt at the sudden frosty feeling of her cold tongue lapping at your clit. Usually, she’d tease and circle around the bud until you beg for more, but your warm cunt prevents her mouth from staying cool enough to keep the sensation going for that long. She is able to eat you like she is starving, and it’s not far from how she really feels.

Every eager flick of her tongue makes you grind up into her mouth and though the feeling is almost unbearable, as if you’ve already cum multiple times, you need it. Ellie’s mouth is usually so hot against you, and it is such a turn-on; however, the contrast between her cool tongue and your sopping wet warmth sends tingles through your pussy so intense you’re worried about hurting her with how hard you involuntarily tug at her hair.

Even as the freezing sensation of her mouth fades, your orgasm is closer than ever before and washes over your body like a riptide washing over, it’s so violent and yet so addicting to feel. You don’t even feel the coldness anymore, but the aftermath of it all and just the memories of her circling over every inch of you with such a contrast in temperature makes it one of the most intense orgasms you’ve had with her.

Ellie lets you buck up into her mouth and ride out the high, licking up and saving your juices until it’s too much for you to handle, and then she finally (and reluctantly) pulls away from you. She looks up to see if you enjoyed her experiment and sees how blown your pupils are, your lips parted as you huff out short breaths, looking utterly wrecked.

“So…am I a genius or was that weird?”

“That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me.”

Ellie’s sheepish expression turns into pure pride, and she mentally reminds herself to do this again one day when you’re in need of a good distraction.

[lymtw]

Feels

You've always done your best to drill into Toji's head that if he ever needs to have a heart to heart with you, you're there. He pushes his more vulnerable emotions down for you because he fears that if you ever see him break down, you'll be scared. Scared of possibly not being able to console him, scared that he'll break things, just scared in the worst ways possible.

Toji keeping it in works out for him anyway, because the man lives to protect your feelings. Your feelings are more than enough for him, even if he teases you for how emotional you are sometimes. He knows you're delicate, and you crumble at things that would be brushed off so easily by him, but that's not to say that he is asking you to modify yourself to make things easier on him. He's a big boy, he can handle hurricanes.

Toji invited you to spend the night at his apartment, bribing you with words that jumped out at you in his messages.

Movie night? My place?

You read the message over and over again for a good minute or so. Your heart started its usual routine of overworking itself, and you cursed yourself mentally for being such a lovesick fool for Toji. You loved the feeling that came with receiving a text from him first. He was looking for you, he was thinking about you, and from what you understood, he wanted to see you.

What's in it for me?

He chuckles behind his screen. You're an unintentional flirt, and it's amusing to him because it's the recurring reason for why you often find yourself wondering how you ended up with just his sheets wrapped around your body. You lack awareness in terms of how you phrase things, and Toji eats it up like a five course meal.

Time with your man. What else could you want?

Snacks, blankets, cuddles, xyz.

You bringing all that stuff with you?

Joking babe. I'll have that all here for you. Just come already.

Fine i'll be there in 10 <3

—

Toji could hear your car as you pulled up outside. He had everything set up on his coffee table. He would never tell you that he paid attention to the minor details of this setup. Maybe it would turn you off to hear that he unwrinkled a corner on a bag of chips, or that he squished the pillows so that they had more shape to them.

You knock, not having enough time to look around the area before the door opens. You're greeted by those devestatingly green eyes, a soft grin on his face when you smile at him. You throw your arms around his neck, causing him to stumble back at the force of your body in your momentum. He chuckles, sneaking a hand behind you to shut the door as you bombard him with kisses all over his face.

"Doll... do-..." you cut him off with your intoxicatingly sweet kisses. He can't help but smile at the feeling. "Doll," he calls, finally snapping you out of your romantic assault.

"Whoops." You laugh, a bright hue forming on your cheeks. "Just... happy to be here, I guess."

"I can tell. You almost ran us into the coffee table."

You take a step back to look at what he laid out for your movie night. It's precious, absolutely treasurable. He remembered your favorite chip brand and flavor, he remembered that you like juice more than soda. Up until now, you didn't know if behind those hunter eyes he actually made an effort to remember you.

"I'm choosing the movie," you say, putting your hand on his bicep.

"Ha, you thought I was gonna fight you on that?"

A smile creeps onto your lips again. "Your house, your rules, no?"

He sighs, remembering the time he said that to you when you proposed that he should get a dog. You insisted and insisted but he didn't want a dog, so as a last resort, he said it. You deflated towards him for a little, but eventually he made you laugh and the hard feelings were blown away.

"Just choose the movie, brat." He flicks your forehead before settling on the couch. Your brows furrow as you rub the stinging area, your expression quickly lifting again when you go to join him.

The snacks were opened before you even decided on a movie. They were looking irresistible, and they are your favorites for a reason.

"Mm... does this one look good?" You turn over to Toji, chewing on a mouthful of crunchy chips.

"Swallow your damn food before you speak." He cracks when you stick your tongue out, chunky and pureed chips sticking to it. "You're so gross."

"We've established that, already," you say, giggling. You turn back to the TV, leaving Toji to ponder your response.

"I'm just gonna scroll through all of these for three seconds and whatever it lands on, we watch. Cool?"

"Whatever you want, babe."

You nod, and do a countdown.

3... scroll... 2... scroll... 1... scroll

"This is it. Get comfortable," you say as if he's not in his own home. "Do you have to pee?"

"Nah, princess." He grins at your question.

"Alriiight," you say, excitedly, before playing the movie.

—

It was a pretty good movie. It was funny, there was romance, and it had a really good cast. You got to a good part in the movie, where the main characters, who are in love, reach dramatic turmoil. The conflict was a choice that the woman had to make. It was between the woman leaving the country for the next three years to make a life for herself, or staying behind with the love of her life, unable to give him everything he wants and more. She was fiercely independent, which was heavily weighing her decision.

You teared up at the dialogue. Both characters were reaching for each other, waiting for the other to say 'I can't be without you' or 'i'll follow you wherever you go'. The result was heartbreaking. The woman left the country, not even stopping by the man's house to say goodbye. She blocked his number and cut off all contact with him, leaving him a total mess.

"What the fuck..." you hear from beside you. You turn to Toji, and when you notice his sparkling eyes, you pause the movie.

"Oh, baby," you coo. His eyes mirror yours, glossy and full of emotional damage. He doesn't give you this rare sight for long. He uses his knuckles to dry his eyes before looking at you again. "You okay?" You brush his cheek.

He takes your hand and puts it to his lips, before using it to pull you closer to him. "Tell me you would never consider pulling something like that," he murmurs between you and him. His face is nose distance away from yours, so you try to pull back. He keeps a firm grip on your hand, holding you there with him.

You use your other hand to hold his face. "I'm not her. I wouldn't do that, Toji. I'm always within your reach." You give him a soft smile, pressing your forehead to his. "Just call and text me all day, or you know, when you miss me. You know, I'll be waiting for it, anyway." You chuckle, gently kissing his face all over again.

He catches your lips with his and pushes you down onto the couch. You don't mind that he's crushing you. Nothing is more important than making him believe that you're not going anywhere, and if that means he has to hold you down with his weight, so be it.

You realized that that movie scene must have resonated somewhere deep within Toji if it managed to bring tears to his eyes. And for that to be followed by a question that didn't sound like him at all... it just made your heart even softer for him.

His hands touch the warm skin beneath your shirt, while keeping the slow steady synchronization of his lips with yours. His hands don't wander to your erogenous zones. Instead, he keeps them on your stomach where he can feel the rise and fall of your breathing. He breaks the kiss, looking at you for a mere two seconds before burying his face into your chest, another area where he can feel you breathing. If he focuses hard enough, your heartbeat will reach his ears, inevitably forcing his to sync with it.

You decide not to say anything else. There's nothing else you could say to the man finding comfort in just being attached to you. You play with his hair, and focus on how fast your heart is beating in your ears, and he sighs because deep down he's hoping you'll stay true to your word. He can't see this happening with anyone else after you.

[acexsmhking]

haii this is my first time requesting so idk how to do ts but… ticci toby x fem reader getting high and FREAKY the only specific freaky thing i wanna req is reader dry humping tobys thigh.. 😣😣😣

𝐄𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚

(𝗻.) 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Toby x FEM!Reader, V-Day Special

Summary: the day had been utterly perfect with Toby spoiling you the whole day. Coming back home you both decided to relax and just hang out until a certain someone got needy

Warning(s): 18+ content, sexual content, oral (M! Received), brief choking, mentions of blood, dry jumping, fingering, degrading praise, excessive drooling, biting kink, use of edibles

Toby had spent the whole day on you, preparing a lovely picnic for you both at a cute spot he found.. during work. You’d been ecstatic seeing the cheesy scene, butterflies fluttering in your tummy with a warmth washing over your face. The day had been absolutely perfect, spent over delicious food in each other presence. Heading back home, Toby had surprised you with some new edibles. You both you sat cuddled on the couch as you let them kick in.

Sweet kisses and words slowly morphed into something more desperate. Heat growing between the two of you as the effects started taking place. Certain parts of you becoming more sensitive, Toby’s wandering hands playful tickling your sides as you sat on his lap. Both of you so caught up with light conversation and jumbled jokes that distracted you both. You shifted on Toby’s lap, he lazily smiled at you as his hands rubbed up and down your exposed legs. Your fingers fiddled with the ends of his braid you’d given him earlier. The throb in your clit becoming worse everytime you glanced at him.

His eyes so loving and attentive as he stared at you, the hooded look of his eyes only making you flush more. Especially as his hands helped you, encouraging you to thrust against his thighs. You tried keeping your train of thought however his thigh bumping up, causing firm pressure to your clit. Your words becoming more and more slurred, mind absolutely hazed. You fumbled over your words, hands tightly gripping Toby’s shirt as desperation settled in your thrusts.

Your rhythm uncoordinated, that knot in your stomach you wanted so badly to grow. “Wh-at’s wrong baby? Keep talking to me sweetie.” He snickered, pushing his knee up just a bit to tease you. You whimpered, trying to move your hips against the strength of his grip. Your hand wandering down the bulge of his pants. The thin material of the pajamas barely offering any protection from your desperate hands.

Toby groaned, his hands sneaking under the band of your shorts to grip your ass. You moaned, arching your back to bump your clit against the muscle of his thigh. One hand wandering to press against your hole, each thrust of your hips helping slip his finger in deeper. Toby’s shirt had become drenched in drool, too hazed and too focused on you to even try and control it. His fingered curled as you fucked yourself back on it, another one soon slipping in. Your thrusts becoming more erratic as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten.

The effects of the edibles coming in full swing, perhaps a bit too strong. That brand might be a bit too good.. Toby snickered at the soft moans from your lips, pressing fluttery kisses to your throat. “Meine sü-ße Hure, wird sie nur von meinen Fingern ganz na-ass?” He murmured, teeth biting the lobe of your ear. You nodded, fucking back further against his fingers, juices making a mess of your underwear. He hummed, pulling his hands from your shorts. Toby was quick to lay you out on the couch, yanking your shorts down while you shuffled out of your shirt. Fingers hooking on the hem of his pants before pulling them down. Your clit tingled and legs rubbed together as you looked at him. Your hands firmly grasping him as you greedily stuffed him into your mouth.

Toby lazily stumbled in surprise at your greed, before his hand making quick work to grab your neck. His head leaned back, hand not so gentle as he pushes you down on him. Your nails dug into his hips pulling him closer before your arms wrapped around his waist. A gag choked out of you as he pushed you down onto his cock. His pace was ruthless as he fucks into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat. His eyes glossy with a pink hue, clearly enjoying himself. A crude smirk on his lips as he watched tears brim in your eyes.

“So eine verda-ammte Schlampe. Ich sollte dich öfter mit mir high werden la-ssen.” His voice was husky, hips haphazardly thrusting into you with no care. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you looked up at him. Hole fluttery, desperately holding onto him to keep him in your mouth. You hadn’t even an idea why you were so needy, but his cock felt wonderful in your mouth. His bush becoming wet from your slobber. His own slobber dropped down his jaw, some getting onto you and some on his abdomen. Gaze distracted as you watched his muscles flex and tighten. A new rush of need running down your spine straight to your core.

Toby whined as he tried pulling you off, as much as he adored this. He needed to be inside you. But you stayed glued to him, nails digging into the fat of his hips. “Du kleiner Narr-Narr. Komm schon Baby, wie soll ich dich sonst ficken?” His voice wobbly as he tried holding back moans, but god did you feel good. You whined, the vibrations making him curse. His fingers pressed your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he pulled out. You gasped, sucking in air greedily before trying to reach for his cock again. He quickly landed a harsh slap on your cunt, a loud yelp coming from your mouth. Your legs snapping shut as you jumped away.

“Toby!” A strangled cry ringing in the room as Toby roughly yanked you back towards him. Fitting himself between your legs as he folded your legs to your head. “That’s what you get for being a brat.” He grunted, sinking into you not even waiting for you as he started pounding into you. Cock bullying its way into your cunt, as your hands tried pushing him away. “Next time you’ll rem-ember to listen to me.” He growled, hand grabbing your neck as he leaned down to you. Your nails clawed his chest, a mix of trying to pull him in and push him away.

The stimulation almost too much to bear, yet something you craved so badly. His thrusts were brutal as he snapped his hips into yours, the oddly weird angle on the couch making him feel even deeper. Caged so securely by him, the scent of sex and him completely rattling your brain. His drool long now covering your face, some even getting into your mouth. Which was no problem to you. You happily swallowed whatever landed in your mouth, reaching up to capture his lips as that coil formed.

Your teeth clashed and clanked in the heated kiss, his tongue practically shoved to the back of your throat. Your arm wrapping around from under his arm as you pulled him closer. Your lips peppering kisses on his shoulders. “Lo-oh-ve you so’s much baby.” You cooed, eyes rolling back after a particularly delicious thrust, his tip abusing that perfect spot in your hole. Your lips latched onto his chest, hickeys and bite marks forming on the broad surface.

Toby could feel himself getting closer and closer, the high making his skin feel tingly. Your kisses not helping in the slightest. You felt so good, and smelled so good. Your earlier fragrance now tainted with the smell of sex, a curse leaving his lips. “Lamb.. fuh-eels too good!” He panted, a wet mess forming between the two of you. A pearly white essence forming around the base of his cock. Translucent strings from your wetness attaching between the two of you. You whined, cunt answering for you as it fluttered around him.

His jaw clamped down on that firm pipe in your throat, perhaps a bit too hard. The sudden suffocation pushing your body over the edge. Nails dragging into his skin, light pebbles of blood trailing his back as you convulsed. Orgasm washing over you hard and heavy, your senses filled with Toby’s smell. You could feel him unload into you, hot and sticky. It only made you feel that much turned on, cunt clamped around him. Toby effortlessly talked you through it, rolling his hips slowly to help bring you down.

“Das ist es, mein süßes Mädchen.” His hips gradually slowed to a stop. Both of you sharing sweet kisses before he press one last wet one on your cheek. You giggled, playfully shoving him away. He helped you stand, an.. evident wobble in your legs as you insisted on stretching them. “Great time babe.. but gosh does that thing make your legs stiffen.” You joked, leaning against him as you tried walking up the stairs. “No kidding, walking like a grandma right now.” He giggled, one hand resting on the small of your back and the other one holding a shaky hand. “Oh fuck this, just carry me.” You huffed, letting him pick you up and help you to the top of the stairs.

“Happy Valentines, Lamb.”

: ̗̀➛ OH MY GOD. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY MY BABIES. OUR FIRST HOLIDAY TOGETHER ON THIS BLOG. I felt like this would be a perfect ask to celebrate the day. Thank you so much, Anon for you contribute! Happy holidays, remember to stay safe! — Ace

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SKZ Pack Chapter 12

Trigger Warnings: Smut, reader in heat, biting, scratching, squirting, rutting, orgasm, reader is feral, cunnilingus, blood play, choking, salirophilia, asphyxiation, MDNI, odaxelagnia, slight MxM

"Ah. Ah. Ji." Y/N moaned as she pulled Jisung's head close to her wet mound. Jisung had his mouth attached to her bud and his fingers inside of her as he tried to edge her in the car again. She was in hysterics the minute Jisung slid his hands down her pants but now she was in agonising pain as her heat flooded through. "Ji. Gonna-" Y/N yelped as she squirted straight into the beta's mouth. Jisung caught it and lapped her juices up before licking her clean. Jisung didn't care. He achieved something he deemed impossible and now he was going to delve into it. "Come here, baby." Jisung cooed. His voice sent tingles up her spine, making her pounce on him. Her mouth attached to his wettened mouth that was covered in her sweet slick. Y/N moaned into his mouth as she gripped hold of his brown hair, pulling it tightly so she could dominate him while rutting on his bulge. The feeling of his bulge sent her on overdrive as she tried to remember how he felt for that brief moment. Y/N continued to grind on him harshly so she could come again, completely unaware of her surroundings. Not even realising Changbin had pulled up to the house and was talking to Chan and Hyunjin about what had happened. "You gonna cum. Cum for me baby. Yeah. Quickly. I'll come too." Jisung cried out as she picked up speed. The sweaty beta cried out, gripping her ass as she came all over him. Y/N gripped Jisung again when a knock at the car window caused Y/N to growl viciously as she covered Jisung, almost feeling quite protective of him. She didn't know why but she felt this instinct to protect him.

Hyunjin called out to her softly, telling her they needed to go to the safe house so she could have her heat. Y/N whined and cried thinking they were going to lock her away but Hyunjin told her the wolves had built her a nest to make sure she was comfortable. Felix made sure all the wolves had something in there so she could scent it. "I don't want to go in there alone. Want my alphas!" Y/N cried in Hyunjin's arm. "Baby. I'm gonna be with you in no more than ten minutes. I need to make sure you're safe and then I'll help you. Hyunjin's there. Hyunjin will help." Chan promised, his hands cupping her face as he gave her a kiss before wrapping his hoodie around her waist to cover her private parts. "Be quick. Need alpha bad." Y/N growled. "I know baby. I know." Chan cooed. Chan stood there watching Hyunjin pick her up and take her to the safe house. Chan felt guilty but needed to make sure she was safe and Hyunjin promised he was okay with helping her.

Before Hyunjin could get her into the safe house the poor wolf latched her mouth onto his neck, digging in her teeth as if she were to mark him. What she didn't know was that he was already marked somewhere else on his body. Hyunjin couldn't help but groan, her fangs were sharp, but not brutal. They were orgasmic. "Baby, need to get to the bed." Hyunjin breathed out, he was struggling to carry her. Her nails were digging into him as she was trying to shred his clothes. "Hyunjin. Need. Now. NOW!" Y/N cried out, as she was dropped onto the bed. Y/N started to pull the rest of her clothes off in desperation. "I got you baby," Hyunjin whispered as he pulled her down by her ankles so she was close enough to him. Hyunjin hummed at the sight of her. She was so perfect and raw at this moment.

Hyunjin started to kiss up her legs as she slapped his head, but he ignored her. He continued to assault her with kisses before he flipped her over onto her front so he could reach his mark that branded her ass. Hyunjin dug his teeth into her ass all over again to help build her arousal up. His fingers artistically played with her clit as she hummed in delight. Hyunjin kissed her ass once more before his tongue pressed her opening, teasing her softly. "Do. Not. Tease me." Y/N growled causing Hyunjin to smirk. She was so vulnerable at the moment which made her dangerous. She could make any wolf come undone. "Is my little minx gonna be good for her alpha." Hyunjin teased as he shoved his fingers inside her wet pussy, thrusting in harshly as his other hand flicked her clit. Hyunjin sat up and crossed his leg, his mouth still kissing her ass until she came. "Want alpha's cock." Y/N growled, her claws digging into the bedsheet, ripping them. "Which alpha? Me or Hyunjin?" Chan called out, causing her to gasp. "Oooh. Uh. Uh. I don't know. Arg." Y/N thrashed, her slick leaking onto the bed as she growled, begging for an alpha.

In the end, Chan decided to go first, making sure he got a good taste of her first before he rolled on a condom. Chan's thick cock slid up and down her folds before he pressed into her, stretching her opening. Y/N watched him, her mouth agape as Chan rocked against her, but his pace was teasing. Hyunjin noticed her thoughts and smirked at her desires so he acted. Hyunjin bent down and licked her clit near Chan's cock, making her gasp. Fists clenched, as she watched Hyunjin's tongue slide down to her hole where Chan's thick cock was. Do it. Please. Hyunjin chuckled at her thoughts and tilted his head back so she could watch him lick Chan's cock. Chan glared, about to comment when he noticed her arousal had spiked. She was loving it and it was turning her on, which turned them on at her freakish desires. "She likes it," Hyunjin whispered. "She does." Chan chuckled as he thrusted harder into her as he forced Hyunjin's head down causing her to arch her back. Hyunjin lifted his head up to kiss Chan. It was a soft kiss, almost non-existent. It was as if Hyunjin was testing the head alpha to see whether he was going to push him away, but Chan didn't. Chan could smell her pheromones and it aroused him to continue the act.

Y/N watched Chan thrust into her whilst kissing Hyunjin. It turned her on so much that she reached into Hyunjin's boxers and gripped his cock. Hyunjin stopped kissing Chan, much to Y/N's disappointment so he could remove his clothes. Y/N got off of Chan so she could crawl to Hyunjin to take his cock in her mouth. Once she was settled with Hyunjin in her mouth, Chan thrusted animalistically. Occasionally slapping her ass and her mark to send her into a state. Y/Ns whines and growls started to get rapidly worse, making her lose it. Y/N's eyes turned blue with lust as they each took turns to fuck her, despite the alpha's tired nature, they kept going. They were getting tired as they threw her about. Hyunjin was the first to get tired and allowed the female wolf to keep sucking him off he was struggling to keep up. Even Chan was getting tired. They tried so many ways to ease her but it was making her worse, especially when they blindfolded her with Minho's t-shirt, which caused her to cry out for him.

Minho arrived out of concern at the door with some food when she settled down for less than an hour and Minho could see the sexual frustration in her eyes. If she asked, Minho would regardless. He loved her and knew how hard it was for an omega so he would. Y/N didn't want to, so she pushed him away saying she wanted his clothes, wanting to cum into them. Minho's heart warmed knowing she was fighting every instinct to not have Minho in there with her and it made him fall in love all over again. Minho did get some clothes for her that were from his washing basket. He even embarrassingly brought his boxers in that he had cummed in from the night before because he thought about her in such an unholy manner that he felt ashamed. Right now he didn't care, his mate needed them. Even if it disgusted him, she needed his pure scent to ease her. What he didn't expect when he returned was the female wolf to shove his boxers in her mouth as Chan fucked her. He couldn't believe the sight of her and it made his stomach turn, forcing him to leave before she noticed his arousal. Minho didn't know what to do except force Seungmin into the room to help the alphas. Minho did quite literally force him. He dragged him and threw him in the door, causing him to trip. "Heard you guys need help... Oh Shit." Seungmin gasped as the omega jumped on him and pinned him to the door.

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Do you think that since Shinra is such a massive company, does SOLDIER have to deal with office buraucracies? I wonder how Sephiroth would fare against endless forms hell

Oh SOLDIER is buried in bureaucratic nonsense just like everyone else. There are at least ten forms to fill out, five meetings to attend, and three "approval processes" standing between you and basic necessities. Some notable mentions include:

• Angeal once requested a new desk after his old one broke. HR demanded visual evidence that the desk was no longer functional. Instead of sending a photo of the broken desk, he sent a picture of Sephiroth sitting cross-legged on the floor, attempting to fill out reports with a clipboard. Approval was immediate.

• The bureaucracy is so profound that Genesis had to fill out three forms to request a form that would allow him to request permission to submit a complaint about there being too many forms.

• Sephiroth was reprimanded for "recklessly abandoning office duties" after taking a walk around Sector 0 to clear his head. HR made him fill out a Behavioral Justification Form, which included the question: "Would you do it again?" Sephiroth, fed up, wrote "Next time, I'll be shirtless, drunk, and loudly negotiating rates with the nearest sex worker." The form was mysteriously approved with a note: "Do not."

• Zack submitted a vacation request to visit home. The system flagged "Gongaga" as an unrecognized destination and required him to submit a "Geographical Verification of Existence" form. When he pointed out that there's literally a reactor in Gongaga, they wrote back and told him that Gongaga doesn't exist. Zack had a nervous breakdown and had to be sedated.

• Angeal had to submit a Proof of Sword Ownership form before being allowed to requisition maintenance supplies for the Buster Sword. When he pointed out that he's literally the only person in the building with a sword that large, he was asked to provide a sworn affidavit from at least two witnesses. Genesis and Sephiroth were the two unhelpful witnesses, and respectively wrote "His sword is big~" and "Give the man his oil."

• Genesis tried to requisition a coffee machine for the SOLDIER lounge but was told he needed to prove "sufficient caffeine demand." In response, he submitted a video of Zack beating the energy drink vending machine with a crowbar when it was broken.

• Speak of the vending machine, Genesis once wrote "Banora White juice" under the refreshment preferences requisition form. This triggered a four-week investigation into whether Banora White products posed a "brand conflict" with Shinra's drinks. Genesis was fined for "improper beverage selection." He then showed up to HR with a pipe bomb the next morning and was consequentially banned from the floor.

• Genesis (this is after he was banned) once had to provide official proof of his own existence to be approved for a company ID renewal. He submitted all his paperwork and was denied. He then threw a can of Banora White juice through the glass doors of the entrance, shattered it, and was banned from filling out forms.

• Sephiroth tried to get the broken lights in the training room fixed. Maintenance requested "Proof of Insufficient Illumination." He sent them a pitch-black photo with the note: In photo: Myself doing "thumbs up" gesture.

• God forbid you need something urgent. Zack needed a first-aid kit for training injuries, and they made him submit a "Medical Incident Form" to prove people actually get hurt during combat simulations. Angeal wasn't having it, so they malicious compliance-d their way out of it by carrying Sephiroth, pretending to be on the brink of death, up to the HR office to show them.

• Sephiroth requested blackout curtains for his quarters to block the constant glare of Shinra floodlights. They asked for proof of "adverse effects caused by lighting." He sent them a picture of himself, showcasing his dark circles and an expression so deranged that they sent him the curtains, along with a wellness check request.

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Mommy's little boy Part 3 (Jeongyeon)

A/N: I am really sorry that I am suffering from the heavy workload for my job so I don't even have any mood or time to write, so just upload an draft that was ready for so long, and my first Jeongyeon smut.

My mum, Jeongyeon usually looks noble and elegant, like a lady, I accidentally discovered a little secret she hides - she is particularly interested in using handcuffs during sex.

One time I went to her bedroom to look for something and found a brand-new pair of leather handcuffs hidden in a box under the bed. At the time, I thought it was Jeongyeon’s collection. After all, she is the kind of girl who likes to collect small objects. Later, I discovered several pieces of sexy underwear and stockings in the handcuffs' packaging bag, and then I realized that these might not be just "collectables."

Sure enough, I eavesdropped on several phone conversations between her and her friends, and I heard Jeongyeon complaining that my dad had never tried to discipline her with handcuffs, saying how much she longed to be tied up and ravaged, to experience that sense of futility, helpful and stimulating feeling.

It turns out that Jeongyeon, who looks noble on the outside, also has perverted desires in her heart, which gave me a new understanding of her and an interest in her. Whenever I see such a twisted mind hidden under her noble and elegant appearance, I get so excited that I want to immediately hold her down and punish her so that she can know what true happiness is.

One evening, I walked in while Jeongyeon was practicing pole dancing in her exclusive practice room. At that time, Jeongyeon was only wearing a tight dance suit, with her slender legs exposed and her breasts swaying slightly due to the intense exercise. I deliberately interrupted her practice and went up to chat with her.

"Mom, your pole dancing is getting better and better! I really want to know what would happen if you were tied up there?" I said with a smirk.

"Oh! Don't make such a joke!" Jeongyeon scolded me with a red face. I knew this little stimulation was enough to arouse her arousal.

"If Mom really likes handcuffs so much, why not try it today?" I took out the handcuffs I had prepared and waved them in front of her.

"My son…what do you want to do…" Jeongyeon's voice was trembling, and I knew she was already a little emotional.

"I want to give Mom a little surprise." I approached her, easily wrapped my arms around her waist, and pressed her against the steel pipe.

"Ah…My son…don't…" Jeongyeon's tone has softened, and I know that she has completely surrendered to her desires.

I clasped her hands together behind her back, and then slowly took off her dance clothes until she was completely naked before my eyes.

Jeongyeon's body was flawless, and her snow-white skin reflected a soft light in the dim training room. I stretched out the tip of my tongue to lick the two bright red spots on her chest. I kneaded her elastic buttocks with one hand and probed into her private parts with the other hand. I easily found the hidden flower core and drew circles around it to tease.

"Um… My son… no…" Jeongyeon's body trembled slightly, and the corners of her eyes were filled with confusion. She tried hard not to scream, but every time my fingers brushed the sensitive flesh The core caused her to let out a low moan.

I held the cock that was already ready for battle, rubbed it against the entrance of her flower hole, and then pushed forward with all my strength. "Ah…it's too big…My son…" Jeongyeon finally couldn't help but scream out. She arched her back to bear my fierce attack, and honey juice continued to flow out from the place where the two of them met.

"Mom, you're so tight down there. I've long wanted to fuck you until you lose consciousness." I leaned down and bit her ear, gasping while thrusting vigorously.

"Ah… My son… slow down… I want to be fucked by you…" Jeongyeon's reason has been swallowed up by desire. She twisted her waist to meet my movements, craving like a complete bitch. More.

I hit the deepest part of her hard, each stroke bringing us huge pleasure. Jeongyeon was moaning loudly after being fucked by me. Her whole body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, making her look extremely sexy and sultry.

"Scream louder! I just love hearing my mother scream!" I grabbed her hair and pulled it back, forcing her to look up at me.

Jeongyeon's expression is both painful and happy, and her wet eyes make me feel pity for her, but I can't help but want to destroy her last shred of self-esteem.

"Mom, do you think this is too perverted? You are my mother, but you are doing this kind of thing with me…" I deliberately slowed down and changed to slow friction. Every time I pressed against the most sensitive part, on one point.

"Ah…don't…stop…My son…continue…" Jeongyeon's mind was already in confusion. She shook her head randomly, unable to understand what I was saying.

I quickened the pace again and took all of her wildly. "Mom, do you know who you are having sex with? It's me, your son!" I laughed maliciously, and every time I penetrated her deeper, she moaned louder.

"Oh…My son…I can't stand it anymore…I'm almost there…" Jeongyeon's eyes turned white and she was foaming at the mouth. I knew she was about to climax.

I pushed hard to the end, then leaned on her, sealing her mouth with my lips. Our tongue tips chased and sucked each other, sharing each other's saliva. Jeongyeon's orgasm was so intense that she clutched my back, her nails leaving deep scratches on my skin. I also reached the extreme at the same time and ejaculated a large amount of hot cum in the deepest part of Jeongyeon.

We held each other tightly, enjoying the afterglow of orgasm. Two lines of tears fell from the corners of Jeongyeon's eyes. I don't know whether it was because of pleasure or shame, maybe both. I kissed the corners of her eyes gently, kissing away those tears one by one.

I've been waiting for this day for so long - finally being able to fuck Jeongyeon in my fantasies. Jeongyeon was trembling slightly under me, her lips were slightly open, her eyes were out of focus, and her expression was like that of a girl who had just gone through puberty. This gave me an indescribable sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

I know that Jeongyeon must be ashamed at this moment, but the more she shows this reaction, the more my desire to conquer is aroused. I raised Jeongyeon's legs again and wrapped them around my waist, and then buried myself deeply inside her again.

"Oh…My son…slow down…I can't bear it…" Jeongyeon begged me to slow down, but I remained unmoved. Instead, I thrust into her deepest parts even more fiercely. "Mom, you're so hot inside, it's like you were tailor-made for me." I smiled proudly, while increasing my speed, thrusting to the bottom every time, feeling the pleasure of her tight muscles wrapping around me.

"Ah… My son… you are too… too big…" Jeongyeon was so fucked that she lost her voice. She tried to raise her neck to escape from my attack but to no avail.

I looked at Jeongyeon's painful expression under me, and I felt an evil fire rising in my heart. She is supposed to be my mother, but now she is like a doll, letting me do whatever I want. This feels so wonderful!

I increased my speed a little more, hitting her G-spot hard every time, causing her to scream again and again. Jeongyeon was fucked so hard by me that she became incontinent, and a warm current surged out of her body, but I continued to fuck her, trying to force out more of her body fluids.

Jeongyeon looked at her hands that were handcuffed to the steel pipe, and then at her son who was raping her, feeling a sense of shame and guilt. But what followed was an unprecedented pleasure - which was completely different from what her husband had given her. Her son's thick, long and powerful flesh blade was raging inside her body, bringing intense pleasure with every blow.

She recalled her married life with my father, a weak man who could not meet her needs no matter what. As time passed, her interest in sex became less and less. It wasn't until my appearance that she rekindled the flame of desire.

Now, she was lying here, being raped by her son, and she was still enjoying the pleasure! This made Jeongyeon feel extremely ashamed, but she couldn't control her body and instead actively catered to her son's attack.

I roughly took possession of every part of her, from her breasts to her thighs, to the center of her body below. There was no part that I missed. Jeongyeon never thought that she would be so addicted to sex, especially when she was possessed by her biological son. I suddenly quickened my pace, and each thrust violently opened her door, reaching the deepest part of her soft flesh. Jeongyeon's reason completely disappeared at this time, leaving only endless desire dominating her. She yelled for her son to push harder and push it all in, not caring what a ridiculous request it was.

"My son…you are so powerful…you are going to break me…" Jeongyeon screamed incoherently. She had lost the ability to think and could only follow her instincts to pursue the greatest pleasure.

I heard her words and was obviously encouraged. I growled and accelerated the rhythm. Each stroke was more ferocious than the previous one, driving straight into the deepest part of Jeongyeon, as if I wanted to fuck the entire body.

"Mom, do you know how much I long for you? I have been imagining the scene now - occupying every inch of your skin, doing whatever I want inside you… Now I finally did it!" I shouted, like It violently fucked Jeongyeon’s pussy like a wild animal.

"Ah…My son…you are so big…I won't be able to do it…" Jeongyeon was so stunned by me that she raised her head, her eyes were blurred, and she was completely lost in the whirlpool of lust.

I looked at Jeongyeon underneath me. This was the image I had been dreaming about for many years - my mother was naked, being held down and fucked wildly by me. The place where she once gave birth to me has now become mine. plaything. This taboo stimulation makes my blood boil. I just want to violate her more fiercely and turn her into my private property.

I picked up Jeongyeon's thighs, folded her into a very aggressive position, and then thrust inside her hard. "Ah——!" Jeongyeon exclaimed, her lower body was completely filled by me, and the deepest part was completely occupied by me.

"Mom, you see clearly, I am inside you now, and we are finally truly one." I showed a proud smile and began to thrust vigorously.

"Oh…My son…you are going to…break me…" Jeongyeon cried. She twisted around desperately to escape my attack, but I held her firmly and refused to let her go. "No, Mom, you are mine now and will never leave." I gasped and sped up, each stroke bringing out more body fluids from Jeongyeon's body, making my pubic hair wet.

"Hmm… My son… you are much stronger than your dad… fuck me… harder…" Jeongyeon was immersed in my offensive. She forgot all shame and just wanted to pursue a bigger one. pleasure.

"Mom, it turns out that you have always wanted me to treat you like this, so let go of everything now, and I will give you an orgasm you have never had before." I smiled proudly, grabbed Jeongyeon's wrist and pulled her up, letting her lean against her. My body takes my fucks.

"Ah… My son… I really can't do it anymore… Where are you going to cum…" Jeongyeon felt my flesh blade expand more and more inside her body, and knew that I was almost there. "Of course, I will cum directly inside you, Mom, I want to fill you with my seed." I accelerated my thrusting, and finally buried it deeply into her bottom, shooting out wave after wave of hot semen on the center of the flower.

"Oh——!" Jeongyeon screamed, completely filled with my heat, and her reason completely collapsed.

I looked at Jeongyeon who was fucked into a daze by me, and the desire to conquer in my heart was satisfied to the greatest extent. From now on, Jeongyeon is no longer my mother, but a woman who belongs to me. I can possess her, manipulate her at any time, and turn her into a sex-chasing machine.

I leaned down and kissed Jeongyeon's lips. Her tongue immediately intertwined with mine, and their fluids exchanged. I slowly pulled out but remained inside her, ready for the next round of fighting.

"Mom, are you ready? We have a whole day ahead," I murmured in her ear as I pushed forward and penetrated her again.

"Ah…My son…don't…" Jeongyeon's body has been toyed with by me until her whole body aches, but I still have no intention of stopping. She didn't know how many times I had cum inside her, and her body was filled with my sticky semen, which even continued to overflow from our joint and wet the sheets underneath her.

"My son… I can't stand it anymore… let's stop, please…" Jeongyeon begged me, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, but more of them were the remnants of pleasure. "It's impossible, Mom, I'm going to fuck you to the core, and I won't stop until you completely belong to me." I smiled evilly and increased my speed as if I wanted to stuff my whole body into Jeongyeon's body.

"Ah…oh my god…" Jeongyeon shouted in a daze. She desperately grabbed my shoulders to use her strength, for fear that I would knock her apart.

I picked up Jeongyeon's body and turned her over to kneel on the bed. This position raised her buttocks high, making it easier for me to penetrate further. I held Jeongyeon's waist, entered her body again, and then started thrusting hard.

"Mom, do you feel it? I have reached the deepest part of you. I want to take it completely, including your most private part." I growled, pushing against Jeongyeon's heart with every stroke, like As if to open it completely.

"Ah…My son…you are going to fuck me to death…" Jeongyeon cried, she was completely under my control and could only let me do whatever I wanted inside her.

In this way, I continued to fuck Jeongyeon for several hours, until the sunset and shone into the room through the window, I reluctantly withdrew from Jeongyeon's body and unlocked her from the handcuff.

At dinner time, Jeongyeon and I sat down to eat together. On the surface, it looked like normal. But I know that Jeongyeon has not completely let go of the shame and guilt of my raping her. She just doesn't want me to see her weak side.

I gently caressed Jeongyeon's belly, which still contained the bodily cum I had just injected. The blood of the mother and son mixed, forming a twisted connection. "Mom, what do you want to do tonight?" I asked knowingly, but actually I wanted to guide Jeongyeon to give up resistance and obey my wishes.

"…I want to sleep, My son." Jeongyeon replied coldly as if telling me that this is the end of tonight.

I'm a little disappointed, but I also understand that Jeongyeon needs some time to adjust to this new relationship. So I had to let her go and let her go back to her room to rest. At night, while my dad was away at work, Jeongyeon suddenly came to my room with a pair of handcuffs in her hand. I was a little surprised and didn't know what she meant.

"Mom, what are you…" I tried to persuade her to give up this stupid behavior.

"I haven't settled the accounts with you for what happened during the day." Jeongyeon's tone was cold. She grabbed me by the collar and threw me hard on the bed. "Mom, what are you talking about…" I tried to stand up, but saw that Jeongyeon had already handcuffed my wrists.

"Since you raped me during the day, it's my turn to take revenge on you." Jeongyeon looked at me condescendingly, with a trace of madness in her eyes.

I was a little panicked, but I also knew that I couldn't stop Jeongyeon. She quickly took off my clothes, exposing my whole body, then climbed onto the bed, spread my lips with her fingers, and penetrated me unceremoniously.

I tried to resist, but once I was subdued by Jeongyeon, all my efforts were in vain. Her fingers were domineering inside my mouth, roughly exploring every corner, forcing me to serve her. "Well… you learn so fast… good boy." Jeongyeon took out her fingers, which were stained with my saliva. She stuck out her tongue and licked the water on them, her expression showing great enjoyment.

I knew Jeongyeon was trying to humiliate me, but my physiological reaction was out of control. Under Jeongyeon's stimulation, my lower body gradually began to react, and the flesh blade set up a small tent under my shorts.

"Humph, you reacted so quickly? It turns out that you are also looking forward to being violated by me." Jeongyeon looked at me contemptuously, stretched out her hand to touch my cock, and kneaded it through the fabric.

"Um…Mom…don't be like this…" I twisted around in embarrassment, but was pinned down by Jeongyeon on the bed, unable to move.

"Don't worry, I will love you well." Jeongyeon smiled and took off her clothes, revealing her beautiful body.

I stared at Jeongyeon's body closely. She was like a sexy goddess, approaching me step by step, but I was trapped in place, unable to do anything.

Jeongyeon sat astride my thighs, holding my flesh blade with her hands, and slowly sat down after finding the correct position. I only felt a sultry heat wrapping around my front end, and Jeongyeon's body cavity was extremely soft as if my flesh blade had been swallowed alive. "Oh…Mom…it's so deep…" I moaned unconsciously, the pleasure of being completely possessed by Jeongyeon almost overwhelming my reason. "Moan louder, don't hold back, My son." Jeongyeon looked down at me, with the pride of a conqueror in her eyes.

She began to move her waist up and down, allowing my meat blade to move in and out of her body. My cock was lubricated by her nectar, and the movements became smoother. The walls of Jeongyeon's body cavity squeezed my crown, causing a numbing sensation. I couldn't help but gasp loudly.

"Oh…Mom…slow down…" I begged Jeongyeon to slow down. Her fierce attack made me unable to resist.

"No, I want to penetrate you and take all of you." Jeongyeon's voice became hoarse and sexy. She sped up the swing of her waist, and at the same time, she used more force on my cock.

There was a dizziness in front of my eyes, and the pleasure brought by Jeongyeon came in waves like a tide. I couldn't think at all and could only follow my instinctive reaction. My breathing became rapid, my chest heaved up and down, Jeongyeon's fingers twisted my nipples, and the double stimulation of the sensitive parts made me crazy.

"Mom…I'm almost there…" I realized that I was about to cum inside Jeongyeon, but I couldn't control my emotions. "Cum for me, spread all your seeds inside me." Jeongyeon shouted without restraint, and she increased her speed, as if she wanted to drain my whole body.

At the last moment, my sanity was disconnected, I pushed forward with all my strength, and ejaculated inside Jeongyeon. Wave after wave of hot water spurted out, and I felt unprecedented relief, and my whole body was trembling with orgasm.

"Ahh…" Even though I had reached my climax, Jeongyeon had no intention of letting it go. She was still swinging her waist, letting my cock rub and pump inside her. My already extremely sensitive area was stimulated again, and I couldn't help but cry out.

"Mom…that's enough…let me take a rest…" I looked at Jeongyeon helplessly, only to see her eyes were blurred, and the corners of her mouth raised a coquettish arc.

"Look, you're hard again. Didn't you beg for mercy just now?" Jeongyeon held my cock, feeling its hardness and pulse.

I did have feelings again. How could I resist the hot squirming in Jeongyeon's body? But my rationality tells me that if I continue, I will be tortured by Jeongyeon until I become dehydrated.

"I really…can't do it anymore…Mom…" I almost burst into tears. This sex was really beyond my ability to bear.

"Oh? Are you afraid that I'll hurt you?" Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow. She sped up her lower body movements, and my cock rubbed red inside her body.

"No…I'm afraid that I can't bear it…" I confessed frankly that Jeongyeon's skills were so good, she seemed to know how to stimulate me to the maximum extent.

"Don't worry, I will make you so happy." Jeongyeon smiled charmingly, and she increased her speed and intensity, as if she really wanted to torture me to the point of insanity.

My consciousness became increasingly blurred, and all the senses in my body seemed to be focused on my lower body. Every time Jeongyeon fucked me, I was intoxicated. My penis swelled more and more inside her, and the pleasure doubled. I no longer knew what I was shouting, I just kept shaking my head and buttocks in time with Jeongyeon's rhythm.

"Ahhh…I'm going…Mom…" I whimpered, my lower body reached climax again, and a thick white sticky substance spurted out from the cock, and all of it was injected into Jeongyeon's body.

However, Jeongyeon didn't stop, she was still bobbing up and down, and my cock continued to move in and out of her body. My reason has long been far away from me, leaving only the most primitive lust dominating my thinking.

"Mom…let me rest…I really can't do it anymore…" I struggled to get up, but Jeongyeon pushed me back to the bed.

"It doesn't matter, we still have a long time to play." Jeongyeon said with a smile. She increased the pressure of her weight, allowing my cock to go deeper into her body. I felt as if my body was about to be swallowed up by Jeongyeon. The wall of her body cavity was like a huge black hole, sucking in all my energy. My physical strength is draining away, and my mind is drifting away. I am like a toy in Jeongyeon's hands, letting her take whatever she wants.

Jeongyeon's speed is getting faster and faster, and I have feelings again. During this cycle, I didn't know how many times I had ejaculated, nor how much energy I still had. All I knew was that I was becoming addicted to this endless sexual affair and could no longer extricate myself.

"Mom…" I moaned, and another turbulence erupted from my lower body. "So good, You a lot more." Jeongyeon smiled frivolously, lowered her head, stuck out her tongue and swirled it around my nipples. My whole body was shaken, and the pleasure instantly spread to all my limbs. My cock also became erect again, as if it would never tire. "Mom…I'm really going to die…" I cried, but couldn't help but follow Jeongyeon's movements.

"Then you die under me." Jeongyeon said viciously. She sped up her lower body and sucked my nipples harder.

I was completely immersed in this infinite pleasure, as if I was in heaven. I no longer know where I am, and I don't care if I am still alive. I just want more, I want Jeongyeon to bring me endless orgasms.

"Ah…Mom…I'm coming again…" I growled, my body beating fiercely inside Jeongyeon. "Then cum for me, cum all for me!" Jeongyeon shouted wildly. She clasped her legs tightly on my hips and slammed her lower body against my cock.

My sanity finally broke completely, I roared loudly, and once again released a large amount of turbid hot liquid inside Jeongyeon's body. I feel like my cock has become numb. It only knows how to keep twitching and gushing, sacrificing everything it has to Jeongyeon.

In these rounds of sex, I seemed to have lost myself and became Jeongyeon’s exclusive plaything. The only thing I can do is surrender to her and give everything I have…

A whole night passed, and I was tortured by Jeongyeon until I became inhuman. I don't remember how many times I ejaculated, I just felt like my cock was about to explode. Jeongyeon's body was also covered with my seed, and there was thick white fluid inside and outside her body. But she didn't seem tired at all and was even more energetic than before. I was lying on the bed, my eyes were distracted and my consciousness was in a trance. My penis was hanging there limply, covered with traces of our intercourse. "How are you, my good son, are you feeling comfortable?" Jeongyeon climbed on top of me, and she stroked my body with her hands, her tone a bit teasing. I couldn't answer, so I just snorted softly.

"I thought you were going to be drained by me, but it turns out that you look like you are enjoying it." Jeongyeon sneered, and she used her fingers to rub circles on the cock, as if to wake it up again.

I tried my best to turn my head away from her touch. Although the cock has a tendency to rise its head again, I really can't bear it anymore. "Don't…Mom…I really don't have a drop left…" I begged weakly, tears flowing down uncontrollably.

"Oh? Really?" Jeongyeon stared at me playfully, and then suddenly kissed my lips. Her nimble tongue entered my mouth and intertwined with mine. My mind fell into chaos again, and my lower body became erect again uncontrollably.

"You see, you are just a greedy child," Jeongyeon said easily. She stood up, supported my cock and pointed it at her already-soaked pussy. I closed my eyes and waited for the arrival of a new round of violent storms…

From then on, whenever my father went out to work, Jeongyeon and I would have a lot of sex in bed, as if this had become our daily compulsory routine. Jeongyeon became more and more aggressive, trying various ways to possess me, whether it was a normal position or some unspeakable posture, she would try them one by one.

And I have been completely conquered by Jeongyeon. I am addicted to her sex and have become her toy that is ready for use at any time. I catered to her every request without shame and even made some perverted requests to please her.

Our lives seemed to consist only of sex. Except for going to school, we almost stayed in bed and had sex. My grades plummeted, but I didn't care. All I care about is her, my beloved mommy.

[the-universal-sun]

Part two of the fic about Lee going little after Ford pushed him, please?? ❤️

Okay! So a couple of you wanted a part 2 to the drabble about Stan regressing after being burned, and I am more than happy to oblige! Sorry it took so long for this, personal stuff, you know? I’m also going to bounce between Ford and Stan’s POV!

(there are mentions pain medication and sedatives being used on Stanley for his burn, but don’t worry, it’s not super nefarious (it’s ford) and it’s only a quick sentence or two that starts around

“Come on, Stanley, drink your juice.” and ends at “back of his refrigerator”)

Stanford looked down at his brother, sleeping soundly on the couch with his raggedy looking stuffed bear clenched tightly in his arms. Stanley was acting…odd last night. After he was…branded for lack of a better term, his mental state seemed to almost dissolve? No that’s not right, he didn’t act unhinged or crazy, just younger? Stanford details his brother on his Journal page, sketching out the soft lines that make up his sleeping face; the worn Teddy Bear. Could the symbol have caused this phenomena? He didn’t know exactly what the symbol meant-an oversight on his part-just that Bill had told him to put it there. Was that just another one of his tricks and treacheries? Did Bill know this would happen and purposefully tell Ford to put that there so he’d burn his brother, leaving a permanent reminder of this encounter engraved on his skin? Ford has to set aside his Journal before he rips a hole in the page with his pen. He sits there, barely rested after locking himself up in the specialized cage he made, it was his first time using it. He had made it with padding on the walls, no sharp edges, and can only be opened via retinal scan; Bill can’t get out and can’t hurt him too badly, not with his hands wrapped up with excess padding. He wasn’t well rested but it was enough for some of the brain fog to dissipate, he can finally think.

He’s thought a lot in the last couple of hours; how he could apologize to Stanley for the burn and his words-looking back they’d been so cruel, so much like Bill how he could find a way to at least keep Bill from this dimension, and most recently, what happened with Stanley. He doesn’t think the burn had anything to do with his mental state-at least not the symbol. He already had that ragged looking stuffed toy with him in his knapsack. And Ford, upon looking through Stanley’s meager belongings, found a worn but seemingly well-loved large patchwork quilt-neither the bear or the blanket were things he can ever remember Stanley having back in Glass Shard before he was kicked out left. So he must have gotten them somewhere between that time and now, and judging by the looks of the comfort items, they were acquired a while ago, probably when Stanley was still in his teens. Which… that thought brought forward unpleasant feelings about how young they both were in Ford that he’d rather not think about right now. ‘

Is Stanley used to this phenomena? Has it happened before? Could it be psychological? I wish I knew where F left his psychology books, somewhere in my living room I think…’ Ford’s pulled out of his thoughts, pulling his hands down from tugging on his hair, by movement on the couch beside him. Stanley seems to be waking up, the light of the sun hitting directly in his eyes. Hopefully Ford can get some answers from him about what happened last night. He watches as his brother stirs from his sleep, one hand reaching up to rub at his eyes, Stanley was never much of an easy riser, always wanting to stay asleep and bundled in his warm blankets. Ford gets a look at Stanley’s eyes, just to make sure they weren’t yellow with slitted pupils; a sign of possession. They were his regular eyes, the iris color matching Ford’s own, but the look in his eyes was the same as last night, when he acted off. When he acted like a child. Perhaps…perhaps the issue is more psychological than magic or anomaly-induced, in which case, Ford’s going to have to deal with this with a light hand, he doesn’t want to mess up Stanley’s mind as well as his body. He still cares for his brother, even if he’s mad at him. He’ll try his best to help Stanley, even if that means that, for now, he has to treat him with near literal kids gloves.

Ford does his best approximation of a gentle smile as he can muster, he doesn’t think it turns out well though-he can feel the corner of his mouth slightly twitching and his eyes are probably entirely too wide with his ever present dark circles on display. Something must work, because Stanley, sleep now rubbed out of his eyes, is giving him a small smile back.

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Stan snuffles into Poindexter as the sun wakes him up. He wanted to stay in his blanket of warmth, he hasn’t been this warm in so long. But he remembers where he is, at Ford’s house, and Ford has never wanted to sleep in, and he wants to spend time with Ford, so he gets up anyway. He rubs the sleep and eye crusties away, squinting against the light burning his eyes. He goes to look for his brother and finds him on a chair next to the couch Stan slept in, giving him a weird smile. He looked…Stan didn’t know how he looked. Crazy? Like a mad scientist? He doesn’t seem like he’s mad at Stan or wants to hurt him, so he smiles back, clutching Poindexter to his chest and wrapping the blankie further around him. Ford’s house-Sixer;s house?- is warmer than his car, but Stan gets cold easily, so while he can, he’ll bundle up. It’s not his nice and big blankie with all the cool patterns some granny in New York gave him, but Ford’s sweater and blanket will do for now.

“Stanley, can you tell me how you’re feeling? Do you feel any different from last night? Physically and mentally? Do you know who I am?” Ford lists off too many questions for Stan to think through at once this early in the morning. And Stan can’t answer him anyways, not in the ways he wanted. He closes his eyes tightly, trying to find the ability to speak in him, bunching up Poindexter to his face and rocking slightly, feeling a tiny distressed. When the idea hits him. He holds up Poindexter and points between him and Ford like he did last night, trying to form the word in his mouth.

“The bear? Stanley I am not-Yes! We went over this last night, the bear and I have the same glasses!” Ford isn’t getting it! He’s supposed to be the smart one! Stan guesses he’ll have to try his best to speak, even if he’s not happy about it.

“P-Poinde-x-ter.” Stan tries to slowly say the word so he doesn’t mess it up. He doesn’t know what he’d do if Ford made fun of him for how he spoke when he was feeling all fuzzy in his head. He points between Ford and Poindexter while saying the word. Ford better get it this time, because Stan’s tongue is feeling really thick in his mouth now-and his body hurts too.

“Poindexter? Stanley, I-” Ford stops and just stares at Stan, making him fidget nervously. Was Ford made he named his Teddy after him? It was one of the few comfort items Stan had, he cuddled him even when he wasn’t feeling all fuzzy headed like now. It reminded Stan of hugging Ford.

“Did you name the bear after me?” Stanley nodded shyly, hiding his face in Poindexter’s back, scared of Ford’s reaction. It’s been so long since they’ve seen each other that he COULD get mad at Stan for naming his Teddy after him, kicking him out into the cold again, to be alone and scared and to never see Ford again-

“I see. That’s…that was sweet of you, Stanley, thank you. A-are you okay? Are you in any pain?” Ford’s voice was softer than it was before, when he was asking all those questions. Stan wonders why. He lifts his face up from his stuffy and looks at his brother, his Sixer, and sees his face. It looked softer than when he was smiling before, he was sitting on the edge of the bed too. Stan didn’t even feel the bed move, and he had gotten really good at that after all these years. Ford must have had some sort of ninja training to be so sneaky when moving. The thought of Ford being a ninja makes him giggle, his shoulder moving with his laughs makes him wince, though. He points to his shoulder, the one that hurt. Now that he’s focusing on it, it hurts really bad, like really REALLY badly. So bad he wants to cry, but he can’t cry because then Ford will think he’s a big stupid baby. And Stan’s NOT a big dumb-

“I thought that would be the case. I never got to give you any pain medication,” Stan cringes at the thought of medicine, “and I doubt I have anything truly strong enough to numb the pain of a burn to that extent. I do have a mild sedative that I could give you, it would make you loopy for the duration until it wears off, but I…I doubt that would be a problem with how you’re acting now.” Stan doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with how he’s acting, Ford’s just a Fuddy Duddy sometimes, like right now. He pouts at Ford from behind Poindexter where he’d hidden his face again, his brother looked like he had this thinking cap on and working at full capacity, holding his chin in his hands and thinking with his eyes closed. Stan can’t help it, while Ford’s not looking, he sticks his tongue out at him.

“Are you still afraid of needles? If you are-” Just the thought of needles or any sharp object of any kind has Stan clutching Poindexter and hiding under the blanket, body shivering. He HATES needles and anything involving the doctor’s office. Distantly, his mind knows there’s other reasons he hates needles, but he can’t bring himself to think of them right now, not when Ford wants to jab him with a big giant needle! He whimpers as his shoulder moves, making it hurt even more than before. His face hurts too. So does his whole body. He just wants to go back to sleep, but he knows he can’t, not with the pain and not with Ford here, who probably wouldn’t even let him go back to sleep.

“Relax, Stanley! No needles, I promise, I’ll find another way to give you the sedative, so please just relax. I need to look at your shoulder and change your bandages, can I do that? Please? Let me take care of you, at least for this.” Ford taking care of Stan? He hasn’t thought about that at all, he thought he was hated by his brother, but if Ford put him in a cozy sweater, let him sleep in his house, and says he wants to take care of Stan, then it must mean that Ford still loves him, right? Stan sits up, blanket still draped over his head and eyes Ford, his hands are up and his eyes still look soft, but they look tight at the edges, like he’s stressed about something. Stan’s gotten good at reading faces. Is he upset because of Stan’s burn? That’s stressing him out too, he doesn’t like pain, not one bit. He nods his head and moves to get off the couch, blanket still wrapped around him and his Teddy still in hand, and Ford moves off it, too, standing in front of Stan. He grabs Ford’s hand before he starts to walk forward, making Ford just stop and stare super intensely at Stan, and Stan stares back. Are they having a staring contest? He doesn’t know if he’ll win or not, he’s still pretty tired and his eyes still burn, but Ford has some BIG dark circles under his eyes, so who knows? They don’t seem to be having a staring contest, his brother looking away and starting to walk forward, gripping Stan’s hand very tightly.

They end up in the bathroom again, with Stan’s shirt off and his brother fixing up the ouchie on his shoulder. He bites his lips, and then Poindexter’s ear (He’s sure his friend wouldn’t mind if it helps with not crying out) because his ouchie hurts worse than last night, and the pain is making his head go even fuzzier, fuzzy like last night, which is the bad way because when it gets even fuzzier then he really is just a big baby. But…but Ford said he’d take care of him, so is it really bad, right now at least? He doesn’t think so, it’d be real nice to be taken care of when his head gets so fuzzy he can barely think. It’s probably for the best that it happens with his big brother here, because he blinked and suddenly he’s at a table, not in the bathroom anymore, and he has a new sweater on. He still has Poindexter and Ford’s blankie in his arms, though, so he doesn’t panic as much as he thought he would, especially not with Ford sitting next to him at the table. He just lets his mind go into that nice, super fuzzy feeling.

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Ford’s getting worried about Stanley. While he was redressing his burn in the bathroom, Stanley’s mental state seemed to worsen, reverting back to the glaze eyed and clingy person he was yesterday, except it seems that this Stanley seems more…stuck in his head? Ford doesn’t know and he’s internally panicking because he cannot tell if this is indicative of some head injury Stanley had gotten-unlikely as his pupils contracted all the way and his head had no bumps, cuts, bruises, or scars-or if this was something to do with his inner psyche, a concept Ford has scoffed at and derided but is in sorely need of a deeper understanding of it now. It does seem like Stanley can understand him, if not slowly, which is good because that means that he still has his cognitive abilities about him, but he can’t find any reason as to why his brother would be acting like a child. It doesn’t seem like Ford’s done anything wrong beyond mentioning needles-driving Stan to hide pitifully under the blanket he still has clutched in his hands. It’s fine, he’s fine. He’s Stanford Pines, he can take care of his brother, he’s capable and in control enough to do that.

“Come on, Stanley, drink your juice. It’s-um- peach juice? Maybe?” Ford had taken the sedative from his first aid kit and emptied a dose from the needle into a cup of some juice he found in the back of his refrigerator. The label was mostly rubbed off, he can’t tell what the flavor is but it smells like peach so it might be. He can’t remember getting it, but the best buy date printed on the side has it listed for still being good for a week, so he’s sure it’s fine to let Stanley drink it! He holds the cup steady when it appears that his brother was going to just lap at it from the table, which would just end in an all out sticky mess that he doesn’t have the energy to deal with. It’s a bit tricky trying to get Stan to go up the stairs after that, the juice working fast and making his legs quake and look close to giving out, but he makes it to the room eventually, gently depositing Stanley on the couch and looking around for his Journal to write down his observations. He left it here when he tended to Stanley’s wound. He finds it and opens it to the bookmarked page, a rough sketch of a sleeping Stanley greeting him. Hmm, now that he was looking at it, Stanley did seem almost…cute…in a way. The look of peace on his face with the way he was clutching the bear-Poindexter, Stanley had called it (Ford is going to ignore the feelings it stirs in his chest and the ache it brings to his stomach, imagining a young teenage Stanley holding the bear tight and calling it Poindexter like-). He pulls the ear of that bear from Stanley’s mouth, the sedative mixed with all of the tension in his brother’s body must be having a toll on him, he can barely keep his eyes open. But he still has such a tight grip on the bear and the blanket, luckily Ford was able to take the quilt from Stanley’s bag while he was in the kitchen, and he tucks it tight around his brother, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips as a small sigh is released from his brother’s at the feeling of such an obviously loved item surrounding him.

Ford’s about to get up and head down to the basement to find a way to stop Bill the portal when he feels a hand tightly grip his own-it’s Stanley, of course. The first time he had done it, Ford could only bring himself to look at his brother, his eyes not seeing the almost 30 year old man, but the younger, gapped tooth version who insisted they hold hands on the pier so as not to get lost. It stirred feelings long pushed down inside of him-taking care of Stanley in this way has been doing that, bringing these feelings he pushed down up the the surface. He looks at the hand gripping his vest, then looks at Stanley’s face, his eyes, hazy as they are, seemed downtrodden and he let out a whine. He did this last night, didn’t he? Holding on to Ford and silently begging for him to stay. And who was he to deny Stanley, really? He knows he wouldn’t be able to concentrate much down in his labs, not with Stanley up here like this. All alone and in a very vulnerable state of mind. No, he’d better stay now, too, to keep watch over Stanley, who knows what kind of side effects the sedative could have, either? He settles down on the bed, sitting next to Stanley, just brushing his hair back with one hand and writing down the events of the morning in his Journal with the other, his mind feeling a bit more peaceful now than it had in a while. He’ll talk to Stanley about this later, hopefully he’s feeling better. Hopefully he may let Ford take care of him like this again. Ford doesn’t dwell on those thoughts for long, slowly sketching out another image of Stanley in his Journal, for his own safekeeping, this time.

[neuvigroove]

𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒗𝒂𝒕.

pairings. childhood best friend!aether x fem reader synopsis. as the abyss queen, you decide it's finally time to put an end to aether's journey. genre/warnings. angst, lingering feelings, best friends to enemies, mentions of death and murder wc. 722 a/n. brb gotta go wipe my tears

[700 years ago]

somewhere only we know - keane "is this the place we used to love? is this the place that i've been dreaming of?"

"aether!" you groan. "you've ruined everything."

the blond boy standing just a couple feet away from you scratches his neck and gives you an awkward smile. "...sorry?"

you throw the juice-stained cloth at him and it smacks him in the face before landing on the floor.

both you and aether abruptly look towards the door when you hear loud footsteps approaching the room. "what is happening?" demands an annoyed-looking lumine.

"aether spilled juice all over my brand new blankets," you whine. "i was so excited to sleep with those."

lumine rolls her eyes and walks out of the room. aether meets your eyes and a laugh spills out of his lips when he looks at your sulky expression.

he nudges your shoulder. "come on... forgive me?"

"no," you glare. "now go do the laundry, you loaf of bread."

you hear aether sigh before you stomp out. "you and my sister are becoming more similar by the day."

[present time]

war of hearts - ruelle "i can't help but love you even though i try not to"

"you've ruined everything," the familiar boy finally says. hearing his voice after all these years brings you a sort of pain that twists your heart until you feel you cannot breathe.

you close your eyes for a moment. just a moment to relive the past.

growing up with the twins. your last journey together. the unknown god separating you and lumine from aether. the cataclysm. becoming the abyss queen.

you allow yourself to let one tear fall. one tear for the boy you once loved.

"y/n!" he shouts. you can see his floating companion peer up at you with half confusion half horror. seems like aether hasn't told anyone about you. but maybe that's just because it hurts too much.

"your journey ends here, aether."

"bring back lumine," he shouts. "i know you're with her!"

you give him a look of pity. "she no longer wants anything to do with you. as do i."

"you liar-"

"wake up, aether! you don't know the truth of this world. nothing will ever be the same, we will never be the same," you shout.

a look of hurt flashes in his wide eyes. then sadness. then anger.

"just bring lumine back to me," he says as he unsheathes his sword.

"it seems you haven't heard a word i just said."

"the abyss queen?" he glares. "i will stop you if it's the last thing i do in teyvat."

aether strikes his sword, lunging at you before you easily dodge his attack and paralyze him in the air. he's unable to move his body no matter how hard he tries. his expression goes taut. "y-you haven't lost your power-"

"i'm not like you, aether." you walk closer to him. "we don't originate from the same world. have you forgotten?"

"you're not y/n. you'll nev-"

"the y/n you knew is long gone," you say softly. "and don't assume lumine is any different. she's the abyss princess after all."

aether doesn't say anything.

"join our cause, aether. become the abyss king. my king."

he struggles to get his words out as his body goes numb. "i will never- be like you."

"it looks like i was wrong about you then. i was a fool to think i'd be more important to you than those stupid lies you've been told."

he can't speak anymore and you can see it in his locked jaw. just kill him now, you tell yourself. he's only setting everything back. he's destroying everything you've worked for.

you grip your power harder against his taut body. he can't move and oh, but he's in so much pain. he's in pain because of you. he can't even scream when he wants to. he hates you. he's going to die because of you-

the hysteria clouds your vision and then-

and then...

you let him go.

aether falls to the ground with a cry.

"you can't stop me," you say. "you're powerless against the abyss. the natlan war was nothing. you are nothing."

"i-i hate you," he pants.

"oh?" a sudden pain fills your heart to the brim. "then let's hope we'll never cross paths again, traveler."

[idcfriend]

A Spoon Full of Sugar- Mary Poppins

Yuu only wanted to clean and fix up Ramshackle a bit they have no idea why everyone's freaking out...

Now the day started out normal...well as normal as a day in NRC can be anyway, it was the weekend so Yuu wanted to do some clean up around their dorm the only problem was that-

*CRASH* "I ain't gonna do it! The Great Grim is too great for chores!"

You sighed, "Grim if you're not going to help at least don't make a bigger mess" you said mildly annoyed

All you wanted was to do a little cleaning was that to much to ask? You looked around before you looked back to Grim and grinned getting an idea.

"Hey Grim, what if i showed you a fun way to clean, would you?"

Grim stopped, looking at you with a curious expression, "A fun way to clean this dump?" the way he said it making it sound like you had told him you knew the meaning of life or something

"Yeah fun" you smiled as you stood up with a broom in hand

In every job that must be done

There is an element of fun

You sang while looking at Grim with a grin while walking around the room sweeping the floor, and as you did so wherever you stepped seemed to become brand new

You find the fun and...snap!

You said snapping your fingers fixing the seating area as Grim looked around in awe watching as it looked as if time was going in reverse making everything as it was long ago

The job's a game!

And every task you undertake

Becomes a piece of cake

"Why don't you give it a try Grim?" you asked with a teasing smile

"Really? Heck ya! Let me show ya how It's done henchman!" said Grim excitedly running to the broken and snapping his...paws? And watched as the fireplace fixed itself, "Woah..." said Grim as he looked from you to the fireplace causing you to laugh

"Come on Grim, there's still a lot left to do" you said as you walked away from the fixed lounge as Grim scrambled to follow

A lark! A spree!

It's very clear to see

You continued to sing while walking unaware of the a few visitors from Heartstanbyul making their way to your dorm

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"Do you guys really need to follow us to the prefect's dorm? Can't you apologize some other time?" asked Ace annoyed

"Ace! Show respect to our seniors!" said Deuce, "but I guess i agree a bit with Ace, can't you guys apologize another time?"

As the group of five approached Ramshackle Trey could vaguely hear....music?

"It is imperative that I apologize as soon as possible for my actions-" said Riddle before Cater cut him off

"Hey not to be a spoilsport or anything but do guys hear that?" said Cater in a mildly curious tone

Slowly the group made their way to Ramshackle managing to enter without being seen and what they saw was...surprising

There was Yuu singing while cleaning while snapping they're fingers every once in while causing their surroundings to be...fixed?!

"Woah..." whispered Deuce

"You can say that again juice" responded Ace

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Yuu continued to tidy up the dorm while having fun teasing Grim

A spoonful full of sugar helps the medicine go down

The medice go down

Medicine go down~

"What medicine are you talking about henchman?" Grim asked confused as you walked (more like waltzed) by

You giggled, "It's a figure of speech Grim there's no actual medicine but if you pay attention maybe you can figure it out~"

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Author note:

....Sorry guys i gave up on this one 😅

[y3nze1]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙 | Alastor x Reader | 18+

- 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: the two lovelies had a certain night filled with jazz and passion.

- 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut! Pussy eating, Face Sitting, Slightly Fluffy (if you analyze enough), fic based on this song (All that Jazz - Chicago the Musical).

- 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i had this fic stored in my notes app a while back and thinking of posting cause it's absolutely rotting. just a cute silly fic, plus hazbin hotel is popular again (and thriving), glad there's new people on there, plus I'm on my chicago obsession era. anyways, happy reading!

as the music along, you stood by the corner, watching over the dazzling showgirl prancing around while the beat pumped along. the background dancers on their marks, waiting for the pump to blow, holding fans and leathery ropes as they wrapped it around their arms. the lights turning on to a purply shade, lust fills the air.

'come on baby, why don't we paint the town?

and all that jazz.

I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down

and all that jazz'

with a flick of a fan, the dazzling girl winked at the beat, hand movements. hypnotic, like a desert belly dancer. she cooed to the melody as the dancers did too, grinning. the trumpet hotfully playing as it glazes through the rhythm, another flick of the fan.

'start the car, i know a whoopie spot

where the gin is cold but the piano's hot

it's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl'

flick the fan for another time, as the dancers waved around, going round table to table, their grabby hands wander through coats down to the bodies, swooping in to the load of treasures, a couple of papery beauties, to be hidden into their untouchable chests.

'and all..'

with a tap of your shoulders.

'that..'

A turn of your head.

'jazz~'

And a small peck of your lips as the red haired demon licked his lips slightly, softening his urges just for your taste. pulling you close to him as much as possible, like a pouncing tiger. his hands travelling through your back, gently caressing your porcelain skin. his grin widened, watching your eyes turn to the colorful stage, his hands wrapped around your waist, placing soft kisses onto your shoulders.

'slick you're hair and wear your buckle shoes

and all that jazz

i hear that father dip is gonna blow the blues

and all that jazz'

The tension onto you both was blazing, but your ears were perked to the melody, biting your lip at the dream. the dream of fame, you grinned at the mischief of being upfront, breakin, seducing, healing the blues of those little sobering men, their eyes trying to capture you.

'hold on hun, we're gonna bunny hug

i bought some aspirin down at united drug

incase we shake a part and want a brand new start

to do.. that’

The lights flashed inevitable, your eyes fleeing from reality onto the moment, your own stage to tame, and own attention to claim while you grab some and win some where old chums throw, wallop while couples getting frisky with every corner just from your voice. You hear alastor voice call out to you, snapping your awes back to reality turning your head back to him. "my dear, why don't we go out for a moment, it's getting too crowded. no?" reddened retinas glowed, that ones glaring at you with such rigor. you can help but nod along instead.

'Find a flask

We're playing fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here

Is where I store the juice

And all that jazz'

Alastor pulled your hands through the crowd of demons, securing your waist on his hand, the music slowly fainting away from your hearing, down to the entrance and onto the busy street, the two if you laughed and drank like never before, the night was certainly at its youth more than ever. his grin widening at a thought rushing in his mind. his fingers intertwined in your locks.

'Come on, babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I betcha Lucky Lindy

Never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

To all that jazz'

the bustling city was no matter, his hand grab yours, handling your wobbling body and your fazed mind, guiding you back. to the hotel he's staying in. his grin widened more, hearing your mindless giggles. unaware, you followed him. not like you had places to be that night anyway.

'Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break

And all that jazz'

The two of you entered the hotel, your hands draped onto the crook of his shoulders, clinging onto him while he stood straight with composure, the troop glaring at your sunken figure wrapped around alastor. he winced at them enthusiastically, reminding them not to bother him with his current business. "don't not worry, I'm just helping out my dear friend here-good luck chums!” he greeted delightedly, guiding your influenced frame through the corridors. your voices of giggles echoing through the empty hall as you run around drunkenly.

'Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's bloodied girdle

If she'd hear her baby's queer'

He pulled your waist delicately, crashing his lips onto yours, his skin lingered onto your coat, slipping it down your arms, indulging the smell of booze through you breath. kissing your lips ever so passionately. suddenly hitting a door. opening was angel dust, staring at the two of you. "h-hello.. i-i.. umm, good evening.." you giggled under your breath. "this, my feminine fellow, dear. ks Angel Dust" you looked up st the grinning angel. out if words at the sight, entangled with the thoughts of confusion and pride for alastor. "im.. (...).. his cousin" while you chuckled, alastor pulled you away from the crime scene, leaving angel hanging with surprise. watching you two walk away, as he closes his door.

'Come on, babe

Why don't we paint the town?

And all that jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees

And roll my stockings down

And all that jazz'

with a click of a lock, he carried you inside his quarters, setting aside staff, laying you in bed with a slightly aggressive action. he grinned widely, ravaging your lips once again, shoving your coat aside, rolling your stockings down, doing the same for his coat, frantically unbuttoning and shoving.

'Start the car

I know a whoopie spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz'

He hungrily set aside the pair of your lacy tighty whiteys. his mouth swallowing your slit, happily lost in between your walls, flashing statics as he tasted your juices, flicking your bud with such attention. making you moan, grazing the sheets, raking the bed frame. his tongue slurped, encircling your precious aspect, munching on your presented treat. sweet nectar overflowing with each thrust of his tongue.

'No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

His heading lifting from his head, huffing like a predator. his sharp teeth licked from your juices. "sit on my face, my dear" without hesitation, you obliged to his request. your plumpness setting down onto his mouth like a throne. his fingers gripping onto your thighs while you smoothly grinded. moaning and panting at his mercy, his tongue fucking deep in your flesh.

'And all..'

You groaned loudly with the buck of your hips, his face pleasurably suffocating on your divinity. pulling you more, locking you down at each lick and slurp.

'that..'

With another buck you were close to climax, frantically chanting his name, his hands clutched onto yours while he devoured his meal, sucking your clit, his tongue buried inside, suckling in delight, his statics only grew more noisy and many.

'jazz..'

With one final thrust, you reach climax, letting out a loud moan, your back arching with pleasure, the surrounding filled with symbols, static haze corrupting, while sipping your juices, delight within his lips, you crashed down beside him, breathing heavily, finally turning the error of reality to normal once again., as you run your fingers through your hair. "thank you for the meal, my dear.."

'That jazz'

[heartofjasmina]

All Might had confessed to you after a rough mission that left him more vulnerable than he thought. Instead of ordering his usual three slices of flourless chocolate cake with a hot chocolate to go, he'd blurted out "I like you, Miss, I know its sudden but- I do." (He already knew your name, but he couldn't very well say that without sounding creepy.)

And since you responded with a shy smile and a return of his affections, he couldn't stop the happiness and horniness that washed over him. It had been three months of coming to your bakery and pining over you, dick in fist every night at the thought of your plump curves and warm smile.

So when you both stumbled into the kitchen in the back, it seemed like you'd both been waiting for each other forever. You scrambling to get his hero costume off, and him untying your bakers apron. Every handful of you that he got to touch went straight to his head.

You were so much softer than he imagined, and you melted into his arms like you were born to be there. He took you bent over the counter with the mission of branding himself into your mind. Everytime you baked or decorated your pretty confections he wanted you to think of him thrusting inside you until you screamed for him.

But it wasn't until he had you in a mating press on the floor that you realized just what having the number one hero as your lover meant. The strength he used to decimate his enemies allowed him to fuck you deeper and with more vigor than anyone you'd ever been with before. And his stamina was endless. You were stretched open before him, your pussy squelching around the girth of him as he came for the 3-4th? time inside you.

"Just one more round, sweetness," was becoming a mantra of his. The blonde couldn't get enough of you, how your juices were coating his balls (proof he was pleasing you which just turned him on even more, cause praise kink) and your tits bouncing with every thrust.

You didn't finish until it was time for your next shift to begin at 4 am.