#haaa get it? warm up?

[wigglebox]

It’s cold outside ❄️ [x]

[narutomaki]

get me OUT OF HERE

[planetsage]

NEW PIN ! ꒰ 🪷 LUST FOR LIFE 𖧧˚⋆ʚɞ ── choso kamo 𝜗𝜚 . . . SAVE ?

“and i was like take off, take off, take off all your clothes”

contains. nsfw so, minors and ageless blogs do not interact. f!reader. dom!choso / bsf!choso, kinda ooc, mentions of sex toys, solo masterbation, getting caught, m rec oral, deepthroat, spit, dirty talk, missionary, some possessiveness, overstimulation, creampie. 2k words.

choso realized early on in your friendship that he finds issues in locating exactly where the metaphorical line lies between you two.

he knows that, yes; he loves you with an unconditional devotion that scribbles color over every inch and corner of his life. if he could, he’d bring the moon down and bottle it up for you. in the shape of his love. he’d steal the stars.

but sometimes his brain cramps up in confusion because he shouldn’t be imagining how soft and clammy his best friend’s pretty little hands would feel wrapped around the girth of his cock, right?

he knows it’s wrong. he knows he’s just being gross; there’s always a subtle pang of guilt that strums and strings at his heart when he’s with you, but every time he stiffens at his very, very lively imagination, he just can’t help the tight grip, his thumbs rubbing little circles on his sensitive tip before moving with the rest of his fingers to jerk off to the pictures you send him throughout your day.

and you don’t make it any easier for him.

the way your touch lingers for too long, your gaze planting camellia seeds over the plot of his cheeks.

and now, he’s staying at your place while his ac gets fixed; he spent a grueling few days in the oppressive summer heat, sticky and sweaty, and couldn’t bear it any longer. naturally, like the great friend you are, you warmly offered up a guest bedroom to him. and he accepted.

he quickly went to pack a few days’ worth of clothes and toiletries. while scrambling around his room one last time to make sure he had everything, he saw the pink lip outline of the fleshlight he stuffs full almost every night; the fleshlight that he bought in your exact skin tone.

he almost brought it. almost. but decided it’d be rude to indulge himself like that in your guest bedroom after you so graciously offered the space to him. so he left it.

god, does he regret it now.

lying in bed after dinner where you must’ve been trying to kill him, wearing nothing but a little crop top and some boy-shorts underwear. the cotton mockingly hugging up on the cuff of your ass. doing nothing to clothe you.

even in the guest room, everything smells like you. the soft of the sheets, the silky pillows, hell, even the air. it’s too much. like your scent took a physical form to torture and encase his entire body.

“haaa … fu— fuck” his hips roll languidly against the plump mattress as he groans out, ravened locks falling all over the bones of his flushed face. he sinks his teeth into one of the pillows, drooling all over it, and screws his eyes shut to imagine how your pussy would feel letting him in, stretching around his cock, “nghh ... yea. just — just like that …”

sitting up, he pushes the heavy covers off of him; he’s hot, sweating under the thick duvet. pulling his shorts down because it’s too much. poor boy is too hard, throbbing and leaking all over your sheets with a pretty pink dusting his body, “shit..” he whispers sweetly, laying his warmed, wet tongue flat against his palms before wrapping around himself, almost whining at the contact.

he flicks his wrists rhythmically, his mouth bowing open at how loudly his messy cock squelches, filling the room, his hips canting up into his fists.

but he wishes it was you.

the pretty wings of his eyes flap and flutter shut, picturing the way the fat of your ass would bounce on him, how you’d cream all over his cock, “so fuckin’ messy for me— oh my god” wondering how you touch yourself. do you use your fingers? toys? he could probably fill you up way better than any plastic ever could .. do you ever think of him when you play with your pussy? “fuck— fuck fuck fuck”

his eyes peel back open to the door he purposefully left cracked. though he knows getting caught now, like this had the potential to ruin the entire friendship, he banks on the chance that you want him too. his head falls back against the wooden headboard like a marionette’s dropping from its strings. so caught up in making himself cum he doesn’t hear your feet shuffling, nearing the room.

the deep groans you heard from your room stirred you awake, urging you to check on him, pulling you closer and closer to the door until you’re right up by it. you can see his dark silhouette through the crack. your eyes growing big at how he’s quickly pumping himself.

you move closer; the door is only slightly ajar and something inside you wants to see more. hear more. your heart thumps rhythmically in the drums of your ears and your shoulder presses against the wood, causing a creek to sound and cut through his moans like velvet.

you freeze.

his eyes lock onto yours, and he freezes too. even though this is what he wished for deep down he didn't actually expect the stars to align, for better or worse.

your breathing picks up, your feet glued to the ground as if gravity hated you, rooting you in place. and choso can’t think of anything to say but a meek, “sorry” waiting and watching how you react:

your teeth clamp down to chew on the fat of your bottom lip. your breaths coming out in quick winds, big eyes falling to where his hand squeezes and coaxes out drops of sticky precum.

“… come here”

your upper body scrambles, almost leaving your legs behind as you pad towards him. crawling over the thrown sheets up onto the bed and it dips. behind your wispy lashes reveals fairytale like eyes because you’ve been wanting to have him like this for as long, if not longer, than he has.

he parts his thighs and you nestle between them without a word, moving your hands to his bare legs as they frame you; digging your nails into the taut muscles. as long as you’ve known him, choso has obsessively gone to the gym. vibrantly showing you basically nudes rebranded as ‘progress pictures.’ you squeeze his legs making him twitch, his hand moving to your chin, making you look up at him, “i want you .. to wrap these preetty lips,” his thumb moves to push and stroke against your bottom lip, “around my dick. been thinkin’ about them for so long. can you do that for me?” he’s groaning with a raw authority you’ve never heard or seen from him.

and it makes you so fucking wet.

you nod and he leans back, scooting his hips lower and spreading himself. “use your words. i don’t want this unless you do, too”

“yes. i want it so bad. want to make you feel good, cho” you grab his cock with both hands, warm and throbbing against your soft palms, before pushing it up against your flushed cheek, rubbing it against your pretty face.

“that’s it. i knew you’d want it, pretty girl. now show me”

you press light kisses to his flushed tip, up and down his length, watching keenly as he hisses at your little touches. whispering out a, “so pretty.”

he’s watched and replayed this scene so many times in his head; you laid out between his legs pressing puffed lips against his cock, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing.

you stretch out your jaw, letting him plug up your warm mouth. his eyes roll so far back with a deep groan, your tongue laying flat on his veiny underside as you bob your head on him, your hand moving to massage and squeeze what doesn’t fit in your wet mouth, the other groping at his heavy balls, “fe— haah, feel so good.”

he’s already so close from earlier, raising his ass to buck into your little mouth even though you’re full of him. his tip knocking against the back of your throat making you whine out muffled, “hmph mhmm” ‘s

“don’t — shit. don’t talk with your mouth full, baby. take me all in, you can do it”

he grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you all the way down making you gag, spit pooling and spilling out around where he clogs your little mouth up. tears line your eyes, spilling over your cheeks as he fills up your throat, “aht aht baby take it all. you’re almost there. c’mon ….. mhhmmm theeeeere you go”

you pull off of him gagging and coughing out glops of fat, foamy spit.

“oh ‘m sorry, sweet thing” he leans in to lick at the spit and tears dripping down the point of your chin before kissing you. his plump pink lips pressing so harshly against yours, tongue sliding greedily into your mouth licking at every corner. the clumsy wetness of it all has you panting as he pulls back, clear spit trailing from your mouths.

“please .. let me fuck you. been wanting to for so long”

his eyes sort of soften as they bore into yours, begging silently with a puppy like glow.

“ .. me too” you assure and he moves to guide you onto your back, grabbing your legs. he presses a sweet kiss to the base of your ankle, “mm. i’ll take such good care of this pretty pussy. ‘s mine now, right?

“yes .. yes, choso. fuck me. ‘m all yours”

he pushes your little thong to side to smear his swollen fat tip against your messy folds, pushing up against your clit “so wet f’me baby .. i did that? you liked having me down your throat that much?”

“hnngg, cho— stop teasing”

then, he realized that you came into the room with nothing but an oversized tee. and a cute little thong. for him. slapping his cock against your pretty cunt three times before smearing against your folds again.

he sinks into your warmth with a long, drawn out, “fuuuuuucckk” at how your little pussy opens up for him, squeezing him so tight. and he’s so big. stretching you out, dragging his fat length against your pinky walls, pushing his hips into yours until he fully bottoms out.

his hands dig into your skin, so rough he might leave bruises because he’s trying so hard to keep himself grounded and not dump his cum into you right this moment. you feel so good. too good.

he moves slowly at first. letting your pussy adjust to him as his thumb swipes against your clit, easing him in. “‘s almost there, baby, you can do it. let me in, pretty girl”

he continues to pet your clit, then you look up into his eyes. and they stare back into yours. dark purple swirled around pools of black, “harder”

that’s all he needed to hear.

his hips harshly slam into yours, your body arching up to meet his deep strokes. angling to make sure the sweet curve of his cock hits that spot that makes you shake, bolts of pleasure striking through your entire body.

the room fills with your little whines, pretty broken moans of his name. heat emitting from your body and mixing with his as he moves to grab at your boobs. the tips of his fingers tweaking and pulling your nipples, “aahhh, cho—so fuck”

your legs hang over his shoulder, sweat slipping and sliding down his temples, “tell me you’re mine” reaching up you struggle to hold on to the girth of his biceps, “yours! ‘m all yours!”

you’re so close. so sensitive, your pussy clenching and pulsing around him in tune with every heavy snap of his waist. “go ahead, baby. give it to me”

it’s feels like you’re on fire. every inch of your body so overwhelmed it’s almost painful. your skin flushes and a warm sensation washes over your entire body as you squeeze around him, “theeeree you go, baby, mhhm, that’s it” shaking against his strong arms when your orgasm cracks like lightning and rips through you.

his cock throbs inside you, his strokes growing sloppy and heavy as he fucks you through your high. overstimulating your pussy. he pushes to drain his thick cum inside you. paint your warm walls with him, groaning out your name.

“holy— shit..” his breaths come out in heavy gasps, twitching you as he grows soft in the solitude of your silky walls.

he’s so warm. filling you all the way up with fat globs of cum. “mmmm, keep me in, baby” pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your parted lips. then another to the tip of your nose.

as soon as his ac gets fixed, he’s going to throw away that stupid toy. he’s got the real thing to fill up now.

© planetsage 2024 all rights reserved. no part of this may be reproduced in any form.

[tojirights]

Okay this is going to sound like really bad but I did read your rules and saw that dubcon/noncon could be allowed so

please begging for a dub/noncon (up to u which) crumbs where Alastor is tired of reader's stubbornness and thinks it's time to really let her know her place (al owns her soul) and okay thank u bye pwosjdjeidnsj *runs and hides under a rock in shame*

a/n: HAAA YESSS. no this is amazing 😍😍

tags: 18+ smut nsfw, NONCON‼️, alastor is a demon fr, forced penetration, dacryphilia, choking, slight throat fucking

"good morning, would you be a dear and run this to rosie for me?" alastor pops into your room unannounced, as usual. you're tired, he had you up all night on another shitty errand, and you just want to sleep a little longer. "alastor please, can't anyone else do it?" you sigh, irritation bubbling in your chest. he never lets you rest.

alastor raises an eyebrow. "no one else is available." his tone is harsh, and when you meet his eyes, they're darker than they were a moment before. "this is the part where you're supposed to submit, say 'yes sir' and get out of bed." he leans on his staff, glaring red eyes staring through you. "or did you forget?" your eyes widen when you realize what he's about to do. there's a flash of green, and you feel the clasp of that shitty metal collar around your neck.

your deal with alastor backfired, just as he intended it to, and he ended up not having to do a god damned thing in exchange for your soul.

with a sharp tug of his chain, you're forced to sit up. the pull around your neck makes you cough, and you glare back at him. but when you do, you're quickly filled with a certain level of primal fear. alastor was no joke when he was angry, eyes glowing red and those antlers growing from atop his head.

"you need to learn, my dear, that the word 'no' is not a part of your vocabulary anymore." alastor walks with slow, determined strides towards your bed before his knees hit your mattress. he tugs once more, pulling you up and onto your knees. "alastor don't..." your breath catches in your throat. his hand grips onto your jaw, squeezing you uncomfortably. tears prick in the corners of your eyes, and you let out a shaky sigh. "don't?" alastor repeats, laughing. "have you forgotten the fact that i own you?"

you reach for his wrist in an attempt to remove his hand but he's far stronger than you. "i-i'll go, i'm sorry." you hiccup, but alastor has already made up his mind. "mmh, i don't think so. i don't tolerate insubordination, darling." your heart hammers in your chest when alastor's fingers find his belt. "you’re going to learn one way or another." he growls, freeing his half-hard cock and tugging your restraint.

you clench your teeth, and try to look away but alastor's grasp is too tight. his thumb drags along the bottom of your lip before prying your jaw open. "listen and be my good girl, this won't be so bad." you shut your eyes, the only thing you can think to do to cope with alastor forcing the head of his cock between your lips. there's only a moment of hesitation, a sigh from the demon above you, before his cock is being slid further down your throat.

every groan from alastor earns another tear running down your cheek. his hands hold your face steady as he pumps his cock faster, fucking the back of your throat. "so pretty, darling. look at me." he grunts, pulling your eyes up to his. they're glassy with tears, and its almost enough to make alastor cum down your throat in that very instant.

his cock pulses and he's forced to pull out of your warm mouth in fear of releasing before getting to take your cunt too. he taps your cheek gently, watching you cough and recover your breath after having your airways restricted. "strip, then i want you ass up on the bed." your lip quivers, and your body refuses to move even after you tell it to. alastor sighs, shaking his head. "must i do everything?" his words are somehow gentle and harsh enough to pull a sob from your chest.

before you can stand, alastor reaches for the hem of your sleep shirt and tears it straight down the middle to expose your tits. on instinct, you try to cover yourself but alastor's shadow circles both your wrists and pins them to your side. "please alastor... i promise, i-i will do anything you ask. please just don't do this." you plead, but alastor just clicks his teeth with his tongue. "you should've thought about the consequences before this, my dear. i've found that making an example out of someone typically gives the best results."

he does release his shadows, freeing your wrists and watches carefully as you follow his previous instructions. you kick your shorts off with a muffled cry and turn to shove your face into the mattress. ass up, you prepare for whatever alastor has in mind. his fingers find your slit, delving into the wet heat between your thighs. the laugh he releases sends a chill down your spine. "wet as can be darling!" without giving you another moment to process, his cock is pushing thick and hard into your unprepared pussy.

your scream gets caught in your throat, heat coursing through your body in an overwhelming way. "n-no, too much alastor, please stop." you cry, muffled into the mattress as you try to scramble away from him but you feel alastor's shadow come back to pin your arms. you're trapped at this point, completely under alastor's control. there's no choice but to give in, your body going limp as alastor pumps his hips into you.

"good girl." he coos, raking his clawed hands down your back. angry red marks follow in its trail. "see how easy it is to just obey?" every inch of his cock pushes you to your limit. "such a good cunt..." he sighs, his hips stuttering before he pulls out and you feel each thick rope of cum hit your ass. you finally open your eyes, letting every emotion flow through them as alastor empties his balls all over you.

there's a moment of silence while alastor catches his breath. "now... will you be a dear and run this to rosie for me?" he reiterates, and your whole body tenses. is he not even giving you time to recover? to clean up? fuck...

"y-yes sir..."

[strawberrymochin]

"satoru, let down the infinity.....I'm sorry yk." You look at him with your half lidded eyes. You hand pressing onto the invisible barrier of atmospheric pressure build by gojo's curse technique.

Satoru gojo was mad at you. A rare occurrence in the household. He had a scowling face since last week, refusing to talk to you, to the point he's even avoiding to look at you. It was kinda your fault though, forgetting the day he was supposed to come back after dealing with a long mission.

You just happened to run out of veggies, and needed to run errands for the fushiguros bentos, and while shopping you just got a bit carried away— only a bit— and continued to hop in the mall for another three hours. When you came home you found the door unlocked and a fuming satoru waiting for an explanation for why you didn't answer any of his messages.

"Ahh, toru sorry, i kinda forgot you were coming back today........" Since then he has been giving you silent treatment, not even letting down his infinity to hug you.

However, today you decided you need to apologise.....and a make up with him. Thus you came up with —

Gojo gulped as his eyes travel down your small frame. Prepped up in a red lingerie, laced tight around your curves, with small bows attached to it.

— an apology gift.

you plump ass full on view, so does your tits. Fuck he thought to himself, how can he refuse when you're like this infront of him. Even if you didn't wore that lingerie, he would have had the same effect. You were just too precious. He was mad on you, but staying away from you blinded by his ego was painful— even more painful than you confessing that you forgot the day of his return.

"Toru," you voice trickled down like honey, slow and sweet, lacing with his jumbled thoughts, " lemme make it up to you," he could feel his dick getting harder and harder inside his pants, that's how you had control over him, which even you were unaware of— he could just cum from listening to your voice.

"Lemme love you." The barrier weakened enough to let your hand graze on his chest, till it was down completely.

You push him on the bed swiftly pushing your hair out of the way, kneeling down as he raises his torso, with his help of forearms.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, lowering down the bunch of fabric separating you from him. His shaft springs out, warm and hard, blossoming with his glossy slick. Gojo lets out a breathy moan as you grab hold of his cock, massaging it, as you brush the pad of your thumb on his tip, causing it to twitch letting out more of his precum.

You look up to him, his jaw slight open, eyes clouded with lust, as his breath keeps hitching on your subtle movements. You kiss the crown of his cock, not breaking eye contact with him. You knew his tip was more sensitive as more of his precum leaked out, and you didn't knew if you were high or this was lowkey your kink, which you discovered just today, there was a sudden urge within you— you grazed the tip of his cock, still leaking precum, on your lips, as if applying a lip gloss.

You slipped his cock between your lips, keeping your teeth out of way, about to give him a proper "apology" blowjob but before you could do so, you felt something hot and creamy overflowing your mouth, enough load to make you gag and choke till his substance mixed with your spit , drooled from the corner of your mouth.

"Haaa–ahh....hmmhmh....mmh" He came just from you drawing your lips over his tip. His face was all flustered, chest heaving, and you didn't even start properly.

Swallowing his load, you try to pull back, when you are suddenly stopped by a hand tangling its fingers in your raven locks. Satoru let's out a breathy moan, trying to grip his composure.

"Do you forgive me now toru?"

"Not yet."

"Then?" You frown.

"Milk me and I might consider that."

A/n- **nervous af** banner by me | don't plagiarize | © strawberrymochin 24 |

[krahk]

Blood for Ruin

Part One

Masterlist

Thank you all so much for the love and support for Part One, it is always so scary sharing brain children. You are all amazing.

Part Two

(Or, Alastor Proves he Makes a Shit Hotel Host by Bullying a Murder Victim)

By the time you opened your eyes, you had been moved to a bed, a comfy bed, in a warm lit room that was modestly decorated. And you were alone, thank god. Sitting up on the edge of the bed and kicking the sheets off as you straightened up. You stretched in a vain attempt to bring yourself some comfort, at least in body if not the mind. Doing this however, resulted in an immediate eye opening panic, because the sides of your arms brushing against either side of your head caught onto nothing.

Y’no, nothing. Nothing where ears should be. Looking around frantically, there was a cracked door heading into what was possibly a bathroom- please god, please be a bathroom. You body checked the frame as you ran in, muttering a whiny ‘ow’ before flicking a switch that turned on the overhead lights by the sink. Door open, lights on aaaand yep. Yep, yep yep. Ears missing. Hyperventilating now, you stumbled to the vanity and braced yourself on the ledge, staring into your own reflection as the panic began to set in.

Hell took your ears!? This was fucking ridiculous. Could one bitch to the devil? But also…how…how were you hearing? Because you definitely could hear. In fact you could hear better than before, like the wind outside rattling against something and a creak from the walls possibly 2 rooms over. Your brain might have been empty of explanation but your ears more than made up for it in what you heard. You leaned towards the mirror, turning your head back and forth trying to figure out what had happened to you. Then you felt it, a twitch, a little itch, at the very top of your head. Eyes drifted upwards to the pair of soft brown ears (?) That didn't quite point straight up, instead pointing more in a 45 degree angle. The left one was flicking of its own accord. The scream that left your mouth was instinctual, and loud.

Almost immediately you heard a knocking at the door and Charlie waltzed in, breathing hard, indicating the speed in which she came to your need. You spun around to meet her eyes, hands whipping to the very soft - so soft - ears utop your crown, breath shaking as you tried to get control over yourself.

“Ooohhh, yes, yes you’ve discovered your adorable new features! Thank goodness, I was so worried!” Charlie said, hands waving in front of her before clasping them together on her chest. “Everyone who comes to hell as a sinner takes on a delightful new appearance that reflects the way they lived and died! It’s a great way for you to meet new people and uh…learn to live a better life in spite of them! Many people take on animal appearances, my dad thinks it’s because every soul transcends the image of a human body.”

Still taking large breaths to keep yourself from screaming, your stuttering proof of your inability to form basic words, Charlie continued.

“Angel Dust is a spider, we think because he was involved in a ‘web of crime’ with his exciting mafia family - Husk…well okay Husk is interesting because I’m pretty sure cats in the overworld don’t have wings but he was a gambler before death so maybe he was just lucky to get wings too! You know, cards fell in his favour ha-haaa…” She trailed off awkwardly, face scrunching in a manner that you understood as her realising maybe she wasn’t explaining any part of this new discovery very well. She rubbed the back of her head with one hand, the other one placing itself on her hip. “Alastor is a deer demon, and it looks like you could be one too! I mean, you’ve got similar ears, although yours are much cuter because they are kind of floppy. And your nose is so cute! Like a baby doe! You’re pretty adorable honestly.”

You glanced at the mirror again, hands finally falling to your face to rest on your chin with your fingers covering your mouth lightly, spaced apart to allow your haggard breathing to come in and out. She was right, you did have a cute nose, it was similar to Charlie’s in appearance, and your ears did closely resemble the ears of a hooved forest animal. They reminded you of a mule deer's ears, the only deers you ever saw in Oregon (where your home was). Looking closer at yourself without the same level of panic your eyes moved back and forth rapidly taking in the new details of your person. Your skin all around was a sort of fawn colour, if fawn the colour could look dead. It was as if Bambi had died and his fur turned an ashier colour devoid of the warmth of active blood. That was you! Your ears were a dark blonde peppered with black, complimenting the soft blondish brown of your hair. Fingertips and nails were black, the black creeping up your arms before ending below the sleeve of your short sleeved pyjama top. You looked down and poked your foot out a bit to see if your lower limbs matched and hooray…they did.

In another world, maybe one where this was a costume, you would admit that you were cute out loud. However denial was still the leading emotion so you just slightly nodded at yourself before slowly turning around to face your gracious host once more.

“So. I’m a deer, so that’s a fun new fact…will I stay this way while I’m…here?” You winced at your admission of hell being your new place of residency.

“Yup!” Charlie replied in a chipper voice.

”And if I manage to get to heaven…will I change into something new?”

Charlie paused, the hand that was on her head had shifted to her chin, finger now tapping in pensive thought. “Hmm, I’m not sure? But from what my dad has said, humans who go up to heaven also take on forms that reflect their earthly life. Soooo you would probably stay a deer.”

”How would your dad know? Can we talk to the people in heaven?” This casual conversation was helping hasten the subsiding panic.

“Uh no. Heaven and Hell are pretty much separated all the time, except for the extermination BUT we’re working on that…My dad is Lucifer. Like the archangel!”

Your face was in obvious shock. Jaw dropped lightly and your hands came to your sternum, and you gaped at Charlie with wide eyes. “Lucifer? Like…the Devil? Satan himself?” What the actual fuck, why was your luck so cursed?

Charlie rocked back and forth on her heels, slightly grimacing from your comments before answering. “Yes, my dad is the Devil - but Satan is his own person, lots of people get them confused, much to dad’s chagrin. Lucifer Morningstar is my dad, the Devil, the King of Hell, fallen angel, and Satan is just the Lord of Wrath. It’s all very simple once you’ve been here a while.” Charlie had come to your side and wrapped her arm around your shoulders to walk you out of the bathroom. ”You should really join us downstairs for a proper tour, breakfast was over a while ago but we might be able to find some lunch in case you’re hungry.”

Your stomach rumbled at the thought of food. Was Hell just like Earth, but scarier? And redder? Would you need to get a job? Pay taxes? Oh good god, was Hell was just the worst part of living on monotonous repeat? Brutal. And certainly great punishment.

“We can work on getting you some more personal clothing later, but you are Vaggie look to be around the same size so she’s dropped off a few pieces just to get you in gear for redemption! I should probably go tell the others that you’re fine. I can’t wait for you to join us!” Charlie was so sickly sweet it was crazy to think she was the daughter of the Devil. She was too cheerful for a normal person, never mind a demon. She waved to you and said bye before closing the door as she exited.

Picking up the first couple of pieces in the donated pile, you dressed yourself in a shorter dress with a billowing skirt oh my god you have a tail ignore it ignore it ignore it and thicker grey socks that went all the way up to the middle of your thighs, covering up your black skin meeting up with the length of the dress. The dress was a softer white colour, not as bright as a crisp, new piece, this was a well loved item. No complaints, it was broken in and you were grateful for the gift. The only questionable features were the X’s that were placed directly over the nipples of the top. That was…quite the fashion statement. No time to be picky, something would be better than the pyjamas you died in. No shoes were provided so you simply walked out of the room into the hallway without.

The hallway appeared neverending from both sides, the detailed wallpaper and carpet going for visual miles. Which way was the right way? Good thing you were unconscious when you were brought up here, makes it much easier to retrace your steps. You were grateful for your giant new ears because it seemed like you could follow the sound of chatter down a hall.

Frowning, you let instinct take over and you went to the right. You were passing a door on your left and you felt the hair on your body begin to rise, a staticky sensation passing over your skin. It was a similar feeling to when you would take a giant fleece blanket out of the dryer when it was still warm. You shuddered and made an audible noise of discomfort. Thankfully it appeared that you chose the right path however, since you found yourself at a set of stairs that appeared to curve to the lower floor. You could hear the chatter clearer- “She screamed at the mirror? She’s adorable! She coulda been a worm or a giant slug or-” You shook your head, attempting to ignore the conversation you were accidentally eavesdropping on. A click was heard behind you and you whipped around to face the creature that resulted in your uncomfortable welcome to the hotel in the first place.

Alastor.

Now that he wasn’t talking and simply staring at you, analysing your being, you could really take in his face. Large, red eyes with a frightening depth to them were framed by darker red skin on his lids, his nose somehow sharp but similar to your own, his was more nose-like however. His smile was the worst part though. You were unsure of what could possibly make him smile so wide. His teeth were very large, and clean despite their colour. Strange for a person framed after a prey animal to have such sharp teeth, and you instinctively ran your tongue over your own behind your lips to discover sharper canines only, nothing comparable to the man in front of you.

In the silence his eyes narrowed and focused on you, making his face far more intimidating. Again, an unintentional shiver ran down your back and you shuddered under his gaze. You were a startled deer, caught in his frightening gaze. You were so unsure and uncomfortable with the situation that you had completely missed that he said something to you. You closed your eyes and shook your head to get out of your thoughts.

”Pardon? I’m sorry, I missed what you said there.” You admitted with crossed fingers that he would accept the apology.

”Yes, clearly. I merely asked you if you slept well! You took quite a nasty fall to the floor! Generally people know my history before I can make them faint from fear so I will accept the compliment. It appears as if my sabbatical has had very little effect on my presence.” He bowed slightly in a polite manner, arm crossing over his stomach as he did so, the other arm holding a microphone that was promptly used as a cane once he came up from his polite gesture. You had done a small curtsy in return, awkwardly grabbing the side of the small skirt to fulfil the action. He appeared to nod in acknowledgment, hopefully appreciating the polite return.

Your arms dropped back to your side as you processed what the man had said. Things were only going to continue to confuse you. This was all a nightmare, honestly.

“Now, on to a more serious matter,” He snapped his fingers, and the both of you were in a different room. Two chairs to your left were angled around a small table, the little radio featured on top of it. God damn it that fucking thing again. Farther behind one of the chairs however, the room opened into a bayou swamp environment - dark, marshy and foggy, the eerie sounds coming from it promised danger of an unknown kind. What kind of place was this? You could feel your ears flick from the ambient sounds coming from the strange forest as Alastor continued his interrogation. Walking to the antique, he asked “What were you doing with my radio, my dear?” Gesturing with his free hand to the little machine.

You essentially vomited out the story behind it, where you found it, why you were there, the reason you took it home with you. He listened intently, glancing at it once you finished your very brief history with the item. It truly wasn't a scandalous thing that you pilfered from some ritzy location, you salvaged it from a hoarder's house after it was put there by a woman with an obsession with Antiques Roadshow.

“If it is yours, why did it come here with me? Charlie said that possessions don’t follow souls into hell, but this did?” You inquired, hoping perhaps he held the answer.

Alastor became pensive “Hmmm. It is quite peculiar that it came with you. What were you doing with it? Please do not miss a single detail my dear, I am curious about our situation.

You frowned. What else other than grabbing the cord as you fell back? You listed out your actions on your fingers, reciting out loud the steps you took before your death. When you landed on the finger you paired with ‘took the back panel off-‘ he shouted a sharp ha-Hah! Confused and with a frown you continued, ending with cutting your hand on it before putting everything back together and heading to bed. Well, then dying. The actual ending.

“Are you sure that was all you did? Do not leave a single detail out, or you might regret it.” A sound attune with a record scratch sound from nowhere as you stared at the demon. Took radio home, took radio apart, bled on the radio, cleaned blood off the radio - your eyes went wide. And you silently checked off a step you missed in your story. You had cleaned blood off the symbols in the radio, the ones that looked like they themselves had been written in blood. Alastors gaze sharpened at your realisation.

“On the panel, inside the radio…” You started, “There were these symbols inside of it, I didn’t really get a good look at them before cutting my hand open,” You absentmindedly looked at your palm only to see a bright white scar where the long cut once was. Already? A Scar in hell? Alastor had stalked towards you and grabbed your hand to look at it. The air around the two of you was suffocating. It was difficult to think straight with him in front of you. And you were suddenly hyper aware of yourself, and him. Holding your hand was almost too much to handle and you tried to pull it back only for him to grip harder, nails pressing into your hand painfully. He raised his other hand palm up and held it beside yours. A matching scar was present. He frowned, though his smile was still prominent.

Dropping your hand he returned to the radio and black shadow tendrils rose from the floor and grabbed it, taking pieces off and placing the back panel of it in his hands. In silence he looked at the mess before entering into a low laugh, one that increased with each breath before he was near hysteria. His figure increased in size, antlers growing in size from his head, limbs lengthening - he swung his head to face yours as his figure started to loom over yours.

“Well my dear, we seem to have a problem” he said in a strange, distorted voice, his figure still looming. “You have compromised some old runes within my radio…it could possibly explain how you ended up here, with us, looking as you do.” Halfway through his terrifying statement he had returned to his ‘normal’ form and fluffed out the lapel of his coat as he did so. Eyes returning to yours the room became darker, and green symbols similar to the ones in the radio appeared on the floor, some appearing to raise up and float around the two of you.

“You will not mention any part of this radio or what you know of it, including where it was found or how you came into possession with it. You will not let others know of how your scar came on your person, and you certainly will not mention any of the runes you saw.” He wasn’t making a request, he was clearly demanding it. It felt as if wind was billowing his hair and coat as his eyes took on a much brighter look. ”If you do, I promise you will regret having ever come here and I will devour your soul only after a long and painful torture, am I clear?” You nodded in acknowledgement, knowing that the only reason you had not thrown up yet was the complete lack of food in your system, though the bile was resting at the back of your throat from fear.

He raised his hand to yours in a handshake motion, beckoning you with the outreached hand to join yours with his. You grabbed his hand with your own, both scars meeting in the middle, and they began to glow before he said only one word - “Deal?”

Well really, was there any other option? You nodded before he tsk-tsked your action, “I need vocal consent my dear, it is required.” The last word turning dark with static.

“Deal.” You barked out, and as soon as you responded, the room reverted back to its original state immediately. Alastor took his hand back and wiped it on the opposite sleeve. ”Excellent. You may leave now, the stairs will direct you right into the lobby. Please tell Ms. Morningstar that my afternoon has changed and I am unable to join her.” The door swung open on its own accord and black tangible tendrils of shadow had all but shoved you across the room and out the door before slamming the door shut so hard you swore the wood splintered slightly.

You paused to catch your breath, staring at the door, which you now knew led to Alastors Room. On the other side you could tell he must have been pacing back and forth, his heels clacking on the hard floors as he did so. Soon after however, it sounded as if a wild animal was throwing furniture and ripping fabric, loud screaming as it did so. Not about to stick around, you sprinted to the stairs and nearly slipped from the lack of shoes trying to place distance between you and the Demon upstairs. You kept up the pace on the main floor until you ran past an open door and caught sight of Charlie sitting on a sofa. You entered the room, out of breath and slightly sweaty from the encounter upstairs. She waved excitedly before patting the open seat beside her for you to sit as she held up an apple in her other hand. You sat, accepted the apple and took a bite before looking at the Television and promptly choking as you watched a news anchor discuss something called an ‘Extermination’, didn’t Charlie mention that upstairs?

Thankfully, once things had settled down in your head, you found yourself swept up in trust exercises, oh goody. Thankfully this spiralled into chaos and you were glad everyone had simply accepted your presence without hesitation, there were far more exciting things happening. It was especially comforting that Alastor would be keeping his promise and leaving on an outing for the day.

****

I will add here, this will be a semi-slow burn. Alastor is aroace pre-reader, but with time things change. Time, magic, and forced proximity.

[mamieishere]

Wakey

MDNI

disclaimer : cnc, protected sex, spooning, cockwarning, rough sex, no name mentioned, implied curvy reader

- "Baby... Baby wake up", he whispered in your ears that morning.

You were already mild awake but lazy enough to get up from the bed warmth. A little ray of sunshine had getting through the shutter and there were some birds singing. Yeah, there was absolutely no reason for you to get up. Bundled up in the sheets, you layed beautifully on your left side, one leg out, because too hot in the bed and too cold outside.

This moment was perfect. Until you left some weight on your back. One hand had passed the ourlet of your pajama and rested on your boob. This was unusual. Both of you were used to sleep back-to-back.

- "Y/N-nie I know you're not sleeping", haaa it was almost impossible to fool him. He told you "It's easy to know when you're sleeping, your breathing is a little heavier than usual. And now, you're making no noise."

He spooned you and oh! Oh okay, you get it. You felt against your thighs the pressing and obvious reason of all of this. His hand started to move gently and delicately rub your nipple between his digits.

- "Honey, be a good girl and grab some lube and a condom please.", you reached your drawer and pick the random needs. "I just want to be in you, don't move okay ?". Even if you wanted to speak, you were unable to form words. Was it the laziness? Or because you were still half sleeping?

A mumbling moan left your lips as he spreaded the cold lube on your very wet pussy. He liked it very messy so you left him doing it. He glued you and spreaded your thighs.

- "Fuck baby, you're so warm", he engulfed this throbbing covered cock between your walls. "Let's stay for a little while like this, hmm?", he said in a smiling voice.

Being the good girl you always were, you didn't move a inch, relaxed and if you wanted, you could go back to sleep. His nose in the little of your neck, his breathe on your skin made you tighten you up against his torso. Your mouvement made him touched this sensitive part and you moaned. You wanted more. You needed more. So, you started to roll yours hips, slowly. Each time the target was touched, a little spark crackled down your spine. You were living the time of your life. It was delicious.

- " So, my needy girl couldn't wait for me?", you froze. "You know what needy girl deserves, huh?"

He grabbed your hips with force and built a pace. It was rough, merciless and so good. Each trust made him go deeper until his length met the gummy spot of yours.

It was the end of you, mouth wide open, curling toes and your hands griping on his muscular arm.

A light, pretty, cute and colorful. You wanted to touch it. You've gotten closer. It was little, certainly but warm and welcoming. You curled up your body around it and finally pointed a finger to put it on. The light turned into black.

- "Let it go", you screamed. "Baby, hey hey, it's okay". Your boyfriend held you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in your ears. "You did so well. It was a big one isn't it? Ooooh my baby did so well to me."

You progressively landed. Wet. Everything under you was absolutely nothing but drenched.

- "FUCK", you panicked but he prevented any movement.

- "You squirted baby and it was so hot...".

Okay, if that was the end of you. Pretty fucking please, you wanted it every time.

[qtboni]

[sunkissed! ✩ // gojo satoru]

PAIRING: bf!gojo (jujutsu kaisen) x fem!reader

SUMMARY: in which your boyfriend banters with you to take a dip in a lake on a hot, summer day.

TYPE/GENRE: romance, fluff, established relationship, 'nd humor bcz gojo is a nuthead <33

CW/TW: slightly suggestive for the swimming, hugging and kisses part.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: it's summer! and it's soo hot in my country, you can't even fathom! anyways, let's cool off with gojo ovr here hehehhe

"haaa! it's so hot!" gojo exclaimed, looking at his surroundings. "jeez, if i could just dump myself with some ice water right now.."

the sun was shining brightly through the leaves of the trees, and the air was warm and full of fresh smells. it's summer.

it felt so short for this season to arrive. for all you've remembered, it was just snowing. you reminisced from the snowy season where the weather was cool outside, certainly perfect for a date between gojo and you. the wind was starting to pick up and the ground was covered in snow and snowdrifts. then it was getting chilly, but gojo's hand that is holding yours closely to him keeps you warm as you both happily walk through the sidewalk, looking out at the snow-covered neighborhood.

now venturing on a park under the seething sun, you feel your sweat clinging on to your skin and clothes. you exasperatedly wiped some of them from your forehead.

thankfully, you were wearing a cool, white sundress that goes well together with the beige sandals you had on. and of course, for the ever 'strongest sorcerer in the whole world' and might he add 'the flashiest and handsome-est man you could ever lay your eyes upon', gojo's outfit matches with yours; a white button up shirt with the two buttons opened and some casual trousers to go along with it.

your boyfriend said, and you quote, "we should literally match up our outfits, y/n! like, literally, it's the trend nowadays!" as he shoved his bright ass phone screen on your face, displaying couples with those cute, sickening, matching outfits.

to say the least, you couldn't say no.

gojo, who was holding your hand close, led you to a bench. you sat beside him and looked at the sky together. it was silent.. enjoying each other's company while embracing the soft breeze. but, oh of course, it was always gojo who breaks the silence.

"hey," you hear him snickering beside you. even without having to look at his face, you can tell that he has that stupid, teasing smirk of his already plastered on his face. you ignored him.

he called your name again, but you can hear his laugh trying to escape his mouth. you looked at the other side, mindfully observing how the fallen leaves were floating on the lake.

gojo pouted, he tried again with a tooth-achingly sweet tone, "heyyyyy, y/n!!!"

no reaction from you.

he did it again.

but now he started to shake your body from side to side while doing so. tsk.

'well that seemed to tick you off,' gojo thought as he successfully got a reaction from you. 'yay!'

you annoyingly shook off his hands, "what." you flatly replied, "what is it now, satoru?"

gojo smiled, but it was not cute nor was it sweet. it was a smile for pestering, surely that was it. you squint your eyes at him and frowned, a bit of an irritated look on your face. 'what's behind that devilish smile of yours?' you wondered.

"my sweet y/n," gojo starts with a funny british accent, you visibly cringed but was amused nonetheless, "would you care to take a dip in the lake with me?”

he winks and smirks at you, clearly teasing the heck outta you, and you incredulously stared at him wide eyed, "are you out of yo-"

"for! for we are thou to pass away with thy dehydration and sweat, my sweet y/n! i simply cannot let you die in such a state!" he dramatically puts his hand on top of his forehead. "oh, it pains me! it pains me to see you scrounging in pain in this hot weath-"

you cut off his monologue as you flicked his forehead. “oww! what the heck?!” gojo whined, holding his forehead with his hand, still trying to process what just happened.

"hmm?" your eyes widened in shock, "i'm surprised you let your infinity void down today," you watch him as he continues on to rub his forehead, pouting as he does so. he looks at you back and he sees you grinning at him with a cocky, playful expression on your face. "what's gotten into you? i swear, sator-"

"my dahling!" gojo suddenly exclaimed, clinging on to you as tight as he can with an oomf! coming out of you. "it is my duty as your beloved to keep you happy and well!"

'please stop with the british accent omg,' you thought. you prayed. you hoped. you begged whoever hears you to stop this madness.

gojo rambled on, chuckling as he did, "we shall dive to the cool lake to quench our bodies' thirst for coolness and for its satisfaction!"

clearly seeing his character breaking, you laugh and grinned, feeling your heartbeat a little faster as gojo continues on with his speech. "what shall be your answer to my knightly duties, my darling?"

"oh, is that so?" you said, giving a slight flirtatious glance to him and playing along, "then i suppose we really should get going, right?" you slightly winked at him as a cheeky smile appeared on your face.

gojo was left flustered.

you didn't give him enough to answer as you quickly dragged him along the lake. you pull him along towards the shore, eager for a swim in the cool water. you hastily pulled your sundress over your head and placed it on the nearby boulders, leaving you in your undergarments with your safety shorts.

after a brief pause, you speak up again. "not much of a talker now, huh?" you said, with a smirk and an amused look on your face. gojo blushes at the comment, but stays silent still as he removes his button down shirt and places it beside yours.

finally, you both reach the lake, and you drag him in alongside you, with a big smdnw ppile. 'what a cutie,' you think to yourself as you watch him grin from ear to ear as the water touches his skin. 'he looks just like a child.'

the water is cool and silky smooth, like sliding your hand through a satin blanket. it’s refreshing and invigorating, as it washes over the both of you.

you feel as if your worries and problems were slowly washed down the stream, leaving you cleansed of your concerns. meanwhile, gojo feels relaxed and at peace; nothing matters anymore, save for being together and enjoying the moment you and him were sharing right now.

you feel gojo's presence swimming albeit walking towards you and you look up to him, feeling the water gently splashing to your torso. "you know that i love you, right?" he softly said as he hugs you close from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

you gleefully smiled sweetly to his affectionation, "always, satoru." you swayed the both of you, "i love you too."

gojo kisses your cheek and your shoulder, with a soft smile on his face. you blushed, but smiled back at him, melting at his gentle touches and kisses. you sighed delightfully, leaning more in to his touch.

"you're so pretty," gojo whispers softly. he kisses you one more time, this time on your neck. you became hot even more and felt the blush from your cheeks travel down into your ears. "my pretty baby."

"satoru…" you whispered as he turned you around, both of his hands placed on your hips. gojo gently lifts your face towards his and your hands find their way to cling around his neck. he pulls you closer with his hands, and leans in close before softly kissing you on the lips.

it was so cute and romantic how his lips moved gentle onto yours, you couldn't help but smile into it.

gojo then pulls back, breathing heavily and gazes at you lovingly, "wow,” he whispers, “that was.. amazing.”

“was it?” you replied, panting a little bit, with a playful grin on your face. gojo chuckles a little and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer than ever to him. "this feels nice.. refreshing even."

he hums, giving you a light squeeze. "it does, let's stay like this for awhile, hm?" you nodded as you cuddled with him more as the sounds of the calming waves splatter through the rocks.

—

after a bit, you both decided to come back out of the water and get dried off. gojo took his button down shirt as well as your sundress and gave it to you.

as you were dressing up, you looked up and saw clouds moving across the sky with a gentle breeze blowing. "looks like summer has given us some mercy." gojo remarks, pointing to the moving clouds.

"yup! i thought so too," you say as you fix yourself. "the breeze feels nice, doesn't it?"

gojo raised both of his arms out towards the sky and flailed them around. "yeah!" he replies, with a soft smile of his own, "we've needed a break from that heat for a while for sure. i'm glad it's finally here." he lets out a soft sigh of relief.

you looked over and walked to him, feeling better than what you were before. gojo sees you and opens his arms for you, "i'm so glad i have you here with me," he adds as you embrace him, looking into your eyes with a fond smile.

you nuzzled into his neck. gojo softens and kisses your forehead. lips staying a tad minute, you could feel his smile. after a while, gojo pulls back and smiles fondly at you.

everything feels perfect here; the air, the atmosphere, the peace, the calm - it feels like you can stay in this moment forever. it feels like you can stay enclosed in his warm embrace forever. you sigh rapturously and nuzzle in close to him again, a satisfied smile on your face as you close your eyes, and try to just take in every bit of this moment with him.

gojo's happy that he gets to spend this sweet time with you, knowing that nothing will ever replace these moments. he will forever feel that warm, cozy-kind of feeling in his heart, a sense of peace and joy that goes beyond words whenever you're there with him.

his mind is at ease, his heart is filled with love, and he is simply grateful to have you in his life. gojo gives another soft smile to you, his eyes shining with warmth and fondness.

he feels truly at peace when he's with you, and can't imagine life without you in it. out here with you, he doesn't have to worry about the future missions and its plans, and the stress as well as the pressure of everyone's greatest expectations of him. you ease his worries away, just like that.

you're the light of his life, and he's so glad that you feel the same way about him.

@tsunag1, 2023 — can u guys believe im single 😃⁉️ cz same 😐😐 im like, so like my ring finger is so empty rn, gojo 🤪🤚 cmon man, wife me up 😍‼️💯 also, pls like and reblog my works if you like it! it's helpful and is vv much appreciated, thank you for reading! ♡

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Mad Love Chapter 24 Premium Story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

NSFW, MINORS DNI

When I threw my ordinary life away and told him my feelings, Roger said…

“Throw it all away and become my lover.”

The most egoistical man had stolen away my heart and body tonight.

—When the door closed, I couldn’t help but clutch the front of my blouse. 

Roger and I entered a room of an inn close to the bar; the large bed inside made its presence very known.

(Roger’s made my body feel good in so many ways)

(It all started on a day I got drunk, and then what followed was…feeling all sorts of pleasure with fingers and tongue—)

The thought of experiencing pleasure even greater than that had my eyes burn and tear up with anticipation and embarrassment.

Roger: …

I was taken aback by Roger’s intense gaze and felt my cheeks warm.

Kate: …What is it?

Roger: The way you were bawling your eyes out because of how you wanted to be strong really hit me, but I also thought that crying face would make me cum. I just wanna make you cry even more now. Seal your lips and prod you where it’s all wet*.  Have you soaked with tears all throughout the night.

Kate: …

His lips were against my ear, and the low whisper was enough to make me feel weak. 

Because this wasn’t Roger’s delusion.

Within this room, it would become a reality.

Roger: You’ll be okay. Your sensitive body can handle it.

Kate: I’m not worried about that. Anyway…

I hesitated for a moment before I clasped my hands tightly in front of my chest and looked directly at Roger.

Kate: Even if it hurts, don’t stop… You’ve been self-indulgent. I want you to make me cry a lot…That’s why I’m here!

Roger: Haaa…you’re so damn cute! Let’s make a mess of the bed together.

He lifted me up with enthusiasm and the next thing I knew, I found myself bouncing on the sheets.

Kisses rained down upon me.

Kate: …Nnn…nnn, haaa..aaahn

As we kissed, my skirt and blouse slipped off my bare skin. Roger then undid his shirt.

Roger: …You don’t need this either.

He removed the gun from my garter belt and placed it on the bedside table. 

Roger: Though the more I look at your garter belts, the sexier they feel. The feeling of holding a strong woman is the biggest turn on.

The fingers on the garter belt stroked my thigh and slowly made their way up.

Kate: Haa…

When his fingers approached my core, I arched my back as a sweet tingling sensation spread throughout my body. Wet sounds could be heard from the space between my legs.

Roger: You’re soaking wet. Can you feel how tight you’re squeezing my fingers here?

When those rough fingers that were used to handling a rifle pumped in and out of me, an irresistible pleasure ran through me.

Kate: I do…your fingers…haa

That place took his fingers in with ease and tightened around them.

As if saying “hurry up, I want it.”

It didn’t matter how shy I was, my desires were getting too big to hide—

Kate: Stop teasing and just put it in…Roger…I want you…

I reached down between his legs and loosened the front.

When the heat that couldn’t be contained within his underwear fell out of his cramped pants, I brought it to my lips.

(I need to get Roger wet too…)

Roger: …O_O

Roger’s breath hitched in surprise and then he started breathing heavily.

I was so entranced by his pleased sounds that I wanted to take more of him in my mouth.

Roger: …Haaa, Kate…

As he messily stroked my hair, he continued to grow harder.

Kate: Mnnnn, Roger.

(It’s too big to take it all in)

But I wanted to make Roger feel good. Tears welled up as I did my best to take the bulbous tip in my mouth.

Roger: Ahhh, I could cum like this… Still, I want us to feel good together.

Kate: Ah…Roger.

Roger lifted me up and placed me on his chest.

He pulled me toward him by the waist and settled his face between my legs.

(Together…!)

The second I understood what he meant, I was hit with brain-melting pleasure.

Kate: Ah, aahhh, aaaa…

Roger: …Mmnn…It’s still flowing out even with each lick.

Aroused by his voice, I forgot any sense of embarrassment I had and ran my lips and tongue over his swelling heat.

Kate: Mmm…Roger.

The pleasure was so intense that my cheeks and eyelashes were stained with tears—

And then, all I could do was moan as I arched my back while straddling Roger’s face.

Kate: Ahnn, ahhh, mnnn, Roger, Roger…

Roger: Ahhh, if you’re gonna cry like that, then I wanna see your crying face.

The moment his tongue left, I collapsed onto the bed.

As I laid on the sheets, I felt a muscular chest over me.

Roger: …I’m done with putting it off. I’m gonna take all of you.

Roger parted my legs and sank in.

Kate: Aahh…—

My vision went white as I felt a pulsing heat enter me.

—The next time I came to, I saw Roger hovering over looking worried.

Kate: …Roger?

Roger: The moment I put it in, you passed out.

Kate: Then…

Roger: Nope, the fun’s just begun.

Roger lightly rocked his hips.

Kate: …

My cheeks warmed when I realized he was still inside.

As he continued rocking his hips, I started panting.

Kate: Nnn, ahhhh…you’re so deep…it feels so good.

Roger: We’re gonna do it. …And then we’re gonna indulge in this pleasure all night long.

Kate: Yes…Roger.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close.

Feeling the warmth of my loved one made me unconditionally happy…

Roger: Kate…love’s the best thing. I’ll never betray my feelings for you…ever.

Tender whispers that fell against my eyelids made me even more drunk on happiness.

Kate: It’s thanks to you that this love’s so wonderful. I’m glad I fell in love with you…I love you, always.

Roger: Yeah, me too.

My body was aching so sweetly as he hugged me tight, and when he thrusted hard, it sent me over the edge.

Roger’s heat continued to fill me and I kept moaning all night long—

-

*originally sticky, gooey. I absolutely refuse to use any word describing a thick liquid’s consistency in this scenario.

:3c I'd like to formally apologize for misleading y'all into it was just face sitting when they were actually 69ing.

[v-eee]

in the car

jungkook x you (reader)

warning: this content is intended for mature audiences.

"We are in car, Jungkook..." you warned him. You push his hand away from your exposed thigh.

He chuckled. Eyes glance at you before focus back on the road. "But I don't think I can wait until we reach home." This time he pull your hand and place it on top of his crotch jeans.

Your eyes widen when you could feel his hardened cock through his pants. "What make you getting hard like this?" you asked.

He glance at you, "You asked me now? its been like this since we are at the restaurant."

You glare at him as you remember how handsy he is an hour ago.

You heard him unzip his pants and he slip your hand into his pants.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked with a tease tone. You know he wanted you to touch his cock, but you intentionally wanted to annoy him.

“Don’t act dumb, quick,” he said. You laughed with his sassy reply. Horny Jungkook is always sassy. You resting your palm over his cock. You giggle at the hardness you already feel, the warmth spreading over your palm like a wildfire. You glance back up at Jungkook just as you cup his balls and squeeze, looking for his reaction. In return, you get to see him bucking hip hip into your hand. Your hand begins to fondle his lenght gently, applying pressure with each movement of your wrist as you start stroking up and down.

He let out a soft moan. You smile at him. He was enjoying this. You were enjoying this too. You move your hand faster up and down his cock. The warmth of his skin against yours made you feel hot. You open your legs wide and slide your skirt up until your underwear exposed. You could feel Jungkook’s cock getting bigger and harder in your hand. The head of his cock already smear with precum. But you wonder how he still can focus driving.

“We should stop somewhere,” you suggested.

“Yes, after this traffic light…” he replied. “Haaaa…” he moaned when you squeezed his balls.

Jungkook turned the car into an empty road after the traffic light and finally pulls over the side of the road. You stop stroking him as he reclined the driver seat. “Come here,��� he called you and pulling down his jeans and underwear.

You quickly climb over to him and sit on his lap. You fingers slide your panties to the side and align his hardening cock along your wet slit.

“Haaa…” you both moan at the warm contact.

You hands pull off his tshirt away, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. His tongue push inside your mouth. You break the kiss and look at him.

"Your are needy tonight,” you teased before lean in kissing him again while your hand caress his chest. You feel his hands moving up and down your thighs. You rolling your hips and rubbing your wet pussy against his balls.

Jungkook’s moans into the kiss. His hands remove your blouse and with his skill, he unhook your bra.

You chuckle when he pull away from the kisses because you know what he wants to do next…

So you cupped your breasts in your hands and arch your back to make it easier for your boyfriend.

Jungkook’s head bent as he rubbed his face against your breast and your nipples hardened in anticipation. You could feel yourself growing wet.

Jungkook pressing hot kisses to your naked shoulder. Both his hands kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples and you arch up to his touch.

Noisily, he began to lick and suck on your nipples, his teeth biting to the point of pain. In the dark and silent car, there was no other sound to be heard but the noise of his lips, tongue and moaning.

After a few minutes, his hands lift up your ass and He lower yourself onto his cock. You sigh against his lips as the head of his cock enter your pussy, and twitch of pleasure runs up your spine causing you to grip his broad shoulders tightly.

Jungkook's large, warm hands squeeze your hips pulling you to sink down his thick throbbing cock.

Jungkook shuddered, exhaling slowly “Haa…” when his cock fully inside you.

You chuckle seeing his half lidded eyes. You started to grind your hips, bringing them back and forward in a slow pace, before starting to bounce on his cock. His hands grabs your ass to help you moving up and down off his cock.

"F-fuck…you feel good…anhhh…" you moan.

Jungkook sucking your nipple as your breasts bouncing in front of his face followed your every move on his cock.

You pant hotly as you ride him, one hand gripping on the door handle while the other tugs at his hair. He groans against your neck as he leaves hickies on your skin.

He then pull your face to slot his lips over yours trying to catch any noises that come out your mouth.

His hip thrust up into you as you grind down against him, that make his cock hit deep inside you.

"I'm close…" he moans to your lips.

"Cum…cum inside me…." you kiss his lips.

Jungkook's hands on your waist clutch you tighter. "Ahhnnn fuck” he groan when he feel your wall clench around his cock.

You feel yourself close too but you know Jungkook will explode in a second. Just after a few thrust, you see his lips part slightly and his eyes flutter shut, his hip thrust up deep as his cum fill inside you.

And you followed soon, your back arch and press into his chest as you desperately try to continue riding the wave of pleasure.

"Satisfied?” you ask with a chuckle as your lips hovering over his.

"Mmm, we should do on the backseat next…" he smiles before kissing your lips.

Your body fell limp against him.

"We made a mess here…" you said as you feel his cum mix with yours leaking down of your pussy.

"The seat is leather, I can just wipe everything off." Jungkook replied. His mouth training kisses on shoulder and hand caressing your waist and ass.

But then you noticed he is still hard inside you.

"Let's drive back and continue at home." You quickly pull yourself from his lap and sit on the passenger seat.

Jungkook pout as he fix his pants. He wanted to go another round in the car but he knows the space is not wide enough if he wants to fuck you senseless.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Ghost House Report: A Requiem For You -Harrison Gray Epilogue

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. If you'd like to be added to my translations tag list, please comment below. Thank you, for you support! ☾.

Harrison: Prove it to me. Don’t leave me Kate.

Harrison: Right here, right now. Until I’m satisfied.

Harrison: ….Be prepared for tonight.

Kate: Mm…

True to his words, the taste of Harry’s scent immediately hits inside my mouth.

His tongue entangles with mine, sucking it, licking every inch inside of my mouth.

Wherever Harry touched, his fingertips, the inside of my mouth, they were all hot.

(…..My body’s sensations have returned.)

In response a hot tingle sparked from deep within me.

(I’m here. I want to…feel Harry more.)

Removing his tongue, he tightens our intertwined fingers.

Wanting to give Harry my aching heat, I wrapped my legs around him -

Harrison: …You trying to stir me up?

Harry released one of his hands and slid it up my leg.

Harrison: But now….I don’t think I can be kind to you.

Lifting up my legs, his fingertips mercilessly penetrate me, and tease my honey-soaked spot.

Kate: Ahhh…..

Harrison: …Yeah, that’s your reaction.

I want Harry to use his hand to unleash even more passion.

As I cling to Harry, both our body heat and breathing rise.

Kate: Ah…..Harry……

As I try to undo Harry’s pants with shaky fingers, his hand is placed on top of mine.

Harrison: What do you think you’re doing?*

My face flared with shame at his pointed remark.

Kate: ….That was mean….

I looked up an glared at him -

Harrison: Heh, that’s the face I wanted to see.

Kate: Mmm

With our lips completely consumed, and his hand still on top of mine, I slowly removed his pants.

I shivered as I felt Harry’s supple body sway.

As our breathes mix, my mind becomes hazy, but one sense remains sharp -

(Ah….Harry’s…..)

I felt Harry’s heat press against and penetrate me deeply.

Kate: —Nggh!

Harrison: …..You’re so warm inside.

Harrison: Feels good.**

His movements become increasingly stronger, melting me completely.

Kate: …..Nn, H-arry…….Aah, Haa.....

Harrison: …..Ngh, say my name more

Harrison: ….It’s not bad….hearing you call my name

Harrison: …Hey, Kate?

My moans became louder as I obeyed his sweet coercion.

Kate: Harry….HAAA….H-arry……

My core was so stirred by the excitement that I responded to Harry unconsciously.

Harrison: Haha…. you’re too honest with your feelings.

Harrison: That honesty….always saves me.

I keep calling Harry’s name provocatively, wondering how I look in his mint-colored eyes.

There was no time to think about my appearance with our bodies stacked on each other, we conveyed our thoughts with our gazes -

We were filled with passion together until we reached exhaustion.

Kate: …..Mmh.

Feeling something warm touch my forehead, I lift my heavy eyelids.

Harrison: Good, it’s you.

As the morning sun shines brightly on him, looks at me with relief.

Kate: ….Good morning.

The happiness of waking up to the smile of my beloved one warms my heart.

Harrison: Even so, you were being possessed by a ghost.

Harrison: You’re always getting into trouble.

Kate: I……I’m sorry.

(It’s true….Harry was there this time, so I was safe.)

There is no room for objecting, so I kept quiet.

Harrison: ……I don’t want to want to take care of a troublesome person like you.

Kate: Huh.

-My mind went blank.

His mint-colored eyes were as cool as ever.

(….I knew it.)

Kate: That’s a lie, isn’t it.

Kate: Harry….despite all of your complaints, you helped me in the end.

Kate: I know best that you’re a kind person

Kate: …I’ll try my best not to be too dependent on that kindness.

His eyes staring at me soften.

Harrison: ….Yeah, it was a lie.

Harrison: You always get into trouble, so I’m used to it.

Harrison: Helping you is something that I want to do.

Harrison: Just….promise me one thing

Harrison: ….Don’t leave me so easily.

His genuine voice engraves itself on my heart.

Holding my head tightly, he kisses my forehead again.

Kate: …Of course, that’s what I intend to do. I’m stubborn.

Kate: Even if you don’t like it Harry, we’re sticking together.

I hug Harry tightly, and bury myself in him, inhaling his minty scent.

Harrison: Yeah. Try your best not to be disliked by me.

Kate: …..You don’t have to tell me that.

Kate: Anyway, I know that your meanness is how you express your love, Harry.

Harrison: Huh, so does it make you happy when people are mean to you?

Kate: I didn’t say that.

Harrison: But you simply didn’t say it.

He grabbed my chin and locked his gaze with mine.

Kate: …..So crafty.

(Oh, even though you can see it clearly.)

Harrison: You’re the one who wants to stick to a crafty guy.

Kate: …..That’s right, Harry….I’m happy even if you’re mean to me.

Kate: Even when you act like that I feel as if you’re thinking about me, Harry.

(I said it.)

Rather than be embarrassed, I decided to express my feelings to Harry -

Harry’s face suddenly looks down.

Harrison: ….Yeah, it’s definitely you.

Harrison: That’s why I’m always thinking about you, Kate.

Harrison: Stick to me and let me be mean to you forever.

Kate: Ugh, of course you’ll keep being mean to me.

Harrison: Fuwaha…..in any case, there’s not point in leaving.

Kate: Mm……

Our lips come together as if sealing a promise -

My heart and body are filled with joy of being by Harry’s side.

*This line translates to, “What are you doing,” but the following line’s translation explains that Harrison is trying to make Kate to feel shame by his remark, so I chose to change this to “What do you think you’re doing?” to try and bring that out more.

**Technically, he just says good here, but his face screams “Feels good”, so I changed it to that.

[Master List]

Tag List: @theimaginativelyreticent @sapphire-323 @sh0jun @letter-from-afar

Dividers: @/brokenbard

*Ahem* this was the first time I've ever translated Harrison smut....it was definitely interesting...ummm maybe...awkward(?) Other than translating is lines in other stories as a supporting role, this was my first Harry translation....I hope in time I can get a better grasp of his writer's style as I do more in the future. Anyway, it was a fun translation.

[bingocarpenter]

i'm your back up ★ sfw tkl fic

scream ★ ler!tara ‧ lee!sam sfw tkl ‧ post-scream vi ‧ sissy fluff ‧ nonsense ‧ very short ‧ semi-old fic dedicated to my sam: @blueycarpenter

a/n: i actually posted this before on a previous acc i had once upon a time, so if anyone has read this before that's why! i have another one written with more carpenter sissy fluff so i may post that later too hehe. . .

word count: 732

Tara threw the dishrag on the counter and bounded over to her sister, who sat with her arms crossed on the couch as she stared blankly at the television. Even since she got home from work, her mood was shit and there was no joy to even reminisce from her aura – that’s how down she was. And Tara didn’t like that.

But Tara was also in a mood of her own – a playful, bratty mood to be exact – and boy was she ready to try her luck on someone who was in need of a pick-me-up.

She took her spot next to Sam and wiggled her way to practically be in her side before leaning against her with all her weight.

Sam tried to shrug her off with an irritated huff, but when Tara repeated her actions with a twist of her hips and shoulder, she glared over at her. “Tara, I’m really not in the mood right now.”

Tara rolled her eyes with a smirk, “Well, I am. I wanna cuddle with you, Sam. I don’t see you all day and now, when I finally finish with chores, you wanna be moody?”

“I’ve just had a long day… It has nothing to do with you.”

“But I wanna spend time with you, and you’re being…” Tara glanced down to Sam’s open side and poked it, “a bitch.”

Samantha jumped and covered the jabbed area with her hand before resituating, “Well, I’m sorry I’m not meeting your standards, Tara.”

“You don’t have to meet my standards. You just have to love meee.” Tara giggled, wrapping her arms around her older sister while she hoisted herself up to have lips almost touching her ear and whispered, “You know, I missed you, Sammyyy.”

The older cringed and bit her lip as her shoulder shot up to block the warm breath tickling her. “Tara-ha!”

Tara grinned mischievously and nuzzled her, recalling how much Sam hated when she did that when they were younger. But it always made the two of them smile and laugh with each other, so Tara was going to go after her the only way she knew how. “What? I’m just telling you the truth! And you–,” she scratched underneath the older’s chin, “–are fucking ignoring me!”

“Tara-ha-haa! Sto-hop!” Sam smacked her hand away before turning her back to resume her isolation.

“Nuh-uh!” Tara climbed over her and nosed her way to her ear again to hiss in a sing-song way, “I missed you, Saaam. I want to cuddle with yooouuu–,” she had to fight for the upper hand upon the other’s squirming, finding herself chuckling between whispers as well, “–and spend quality time with yooouuu! Like they do in those cringe-ass movieeess!”

“STA-HA-HAAAP!” Sam broke the moment Tara’s breath touched her ear and her climbing hands found her clothed torso, digging her nails into her ribs as a greater tease. “OKAY! OKA-HAY-HAYYY!”

“Yeah? Yeah?!” The younger pressed as she skittered in between each rib when available and cackled, “You’ll cuddle with me nooowww?!”

Sam slid down in a fit of giggles, writhing against Tara’s fingers and breath as she attempted to push her away, “TARA, PLEA-HEASE! AH-HA-HAAA!”

“Not an answer! Come ooonn, Sam,” the smaller girl nuzzled her way beneath the other’s arms and held her close as her fingers danced up and down her flanks and heaving abdomen, in which she earned a sensitive whine. “Cuddle with meeee.”

“I will! I wi-hi-hill!” Sam twisted in her baby sister’s grip, her cheeks on fire and her face muscles aching upon her laughter, “But you ha-have to stop tickling me-he-heee!”

And Tara was happy with this, seizing her teasing fingertips and simply hugging her tightly. “That’s what I thought.”

Sam chuckled with a shy shake of her head before resituating to embrace her sibling’s love. “You haven’t changed a bit. You always knew how to get to me…”

“Neither have you, Sam…” Tara looked up with a big smile before jumping up to taunt her weakness one last time, “Neither have yooouuu.”

The older just snickered and held Tara tight, resting her head atop of hers and sighing contently as they both refocused their attention on the TV screen. Sure, she had been in a shitty mood, but Tara always found a way to light up her world, even on the darkest of days.

And she loved that.

[selfindulgentpixies]

MDNI Trans!Satoru Gojo x GN!reader

CW: Trans Gojo (his clit is referred to as a cock), Afab!Reader, GN!Reader, reader gets called pretty and gorgeous but only neutral pronouns are used. You eat Gojo out and he fucks you with a strap. Trans Gojo haunts me oh so sexily and has been buzzing about my brain for a while. It's been a long time since i wrote proper smut so please be kind. (Also sorry to those who have been waiting for this I get super self conscious writing smut so it takes me a while. Also all rude comments or hate for trans!Gojo will be met with a very swift block and possibly a report. I do not have time for transphobes)

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Mine mine mine

You could stay here between his legs and be happy to never leave as he ruts against your face, plush wet fold sliding over your lips and your tongue dipping into his hole as his fat cock grinds against your nose. Yeah no you could probably die happy like this surrounded in his scent and taste. You might actually if he doesn’t loosen the grip on the back of your head, pushing you tighter and deeper against his cunt. 

“Fuuuck just like that. Haaa You’re so good for me.” His deep moans and thready breaths go straight to your own core. You know he’ll fuck you once you’re done. He never leaves you wanting, always returns the pleasure you’d given him in kind.

In the interest of your continued existence however you lightly pinch the inside of his thigh making him jerk and loosen his grip on the back of your head so you can pull back for a breath. “Haaa sorry sorry,” He says as his hand goes from gripping your hair to petting over it. His hips stutter upward when your warm breath fans over his cock and cunt. He looks down at you and you’re a mess. Eyes glazed over and his slick coating the lower half of your face making it glisten. “Fuck you’re gorgeous like this. Leaves no doubt that you’re mine.” His lips curl up in a lazy grin bringing out his dimples and rosy cheeks. He’s not much better than you, hair clinging to his face from sweat, chest stained pink while it rises and falls. His hand moves from your hair, slides over your cheek and then cups your chin where he swipes his thumb over your glistening lips before dipping into your eager mouth. You suck on the rough digit drawing a groan from deep in his chest. 

He pulls his thumb from your mouth with a small pop, a thin trail of spit connects you to the digit for a moment almost like it’s an extension of your reluctance to release it. He can’t help but chuckle at the pout you give him before he’s pulling you up along his body, one of his thighs slotting between yours, your arousal slicking across his strong thigh as you go, your own leg is pressed tight against his puffy folds. He licks a stripe over your messy chin and into your mouth, taking pleasure in the mixed taste of the two of you, taking satisfaction in the way you moan into his mouth as you try rut against his thigh, taking, taking, taking because he can never get enough of you and would pull you into his own being if he could. Strong hands still your hips as he begins to grind up against you, controlling the pace as your cunts slick against each other's thighs. You moan against his mouth, actually trying to kiss him being abandoned in favor of panting and whining into each other. It’s all so messy, absolutely wanton as your hands slide up his chest and wet sounds fill the room. 

“Can I get you to cum like this? Just grinding on my thigh?” You feel his smirk as he skims his lips down your throat to nip at the delicate skin there. He didn’t actually have room to tease considering the mess he was making against your own thigh but he was scattering your thoughts too much for you to point that out. You’d already been drunk on him long before he’d pulled you up from between his thighs.

“Satoru, please,” You whine, gripping tightly at his shoulders. 

“Please what?” And he pulls his face back from where he’d been marking up your neck to give you a smug grin and has the nerve to stop grinding the two of you together because of course he had to be a tease and a menace even in bed. 

The whine you let out this time could be called petulant as the man currently controlling your pleasure stills you with strong hands as you try to chase your own pleasure. The high you’d been chasing stuttering and being suspended before you by the unfairly pretty man you were giving yourself to. He could swear he feels your cunt pulse against him and how you're trying to move your hips to get something, anything from him. It’s all in vain though with his strong hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your plush body. You likely have perfect little bruises later as a reminder.

“You’re gonna have to use your words, pretty.” He nips at your kiss swollen lips. 

“You’re terrible.” Your words only make him smile harder and god is it a pretty smile even when it’s at your expense. “Want more of you.” You pout and as you begin to glance away he rocks his thigh against you, a reward that draws a hissed breath between your teeth out of surprise. Perhaps he wasn’t as dead set at playing games with you as thought he might be as he begins to slowly grind the two of you together again. 

“Want more of me how?” He asks against your lips. “You really getting shy on me now even after you’d been moaning into my cunt just a minute ago?” His voice is low and the nature of his words makes your stomach flutter and your thighs clench around his. 

You try to bury your face in his neck but he grips you at the nape and gently pulls you back enough to look at him, the oceans in his eyes partially obscured by his blown wide pupils. You swallow thickly. “Want you to fuck me.” 

“There you go.” And suddenly he’s flipping you over, your back being pressed down into the plush bed. He kisses you before pulling back and rising to his knees. The air of the room chills against your exposed cunt and the wet patch Satoru had left on your thigh. You watch him as he shuffles to the side table where he’d left his already prepared strap and it’s harness, the base of which is specifically textured and shaped to also give pleasure to the wearer. You watch transfixed as he puts it on, admiring how the straps of the harness frame his ass. He smirks over his shoulder at you, well aware of how you hadn’t taken your eyes off him. 

Moving back over to you he pushes your legs apart to make space for himself. He places one of his hands on your lower tummy, splaying his fingers out before gently squeezing the soft flesh there. He chuckles to himself. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Oh just thinking about how ruined you’re going to be once i’m right here.” He gives you another squeeze and delights in how you squeak and your cheeks heat up. 

“Satoruuu, stop,” You whine and then your eyes widen when he starts to pull back entirely despite damn well knowing what you meant. “No no no I meant stop teasing not stop stop.” You begin to sit up and reach for him. 

He smiles at you cheekily and grabs your hands as they reach for him, linking your fingers together. “But you’re so fun to tease.” He leans in until your noses are just barely touching. From this close he can’t see you pout but he can see how your brows knit together. He rubs your noses together before kissing the space between your eyebrows, then kisses the apple of your cheek and then finally your lips. “You know I’ll always take care of you after though. Would never dream of leaving my pretty hanging. Now-” he releases your hands so he can slide them down your body, taking in every dip and soft curve. The feeling of his slightly rough hands making a shiver go through you. “-where was I?” he pauses at where he’d been originally groping at your stomach before moving lower, his touch turning feather light and teasing as his fingers move over where you want him most. You buck your hips involuntarily at the light contact. 

Gojo tuts at you and holds your hips down with one hand while he teasingly explores your folds, almost agonizing in his gentleness as he slides his long fingers through them. He catches your clit between his middle and index finger before leaning down to suck on it, his fingers moving away from it to begin to dip into your wet heat. When you try to buck toward him the hand on your hip holds you firm. He hums against your clit as he pushes his fingers into your wet heat, drawing a moan from your kiss swollen lips.

The contact is gone all too quickly as he pulls everything back, his mouth, his fingers. Your pathetic whine is unneeded as he’s immediately positioning his silicone cock at your entrance. He dips the head in, watching your face intently as he pushes it in inch by inch. 

His name catches somewhere between a whine and a sigh as it falls from your lips. “Satoru…” You reach for him and he catches your hands in his own, lacing his larger fingers with yours once again and pressing them down into the mattress on either side of your head as he covers your body with your own, bottoming out. Pressing his lips against yours he swallows a moan from you before beginning a slow grind into you, his own cunt and cock rubbing against the silicone base of the strap on.  He pants into your mouth and when he pulls back slightly to gaze at you a string of spit connects the two of you. 

“You’re so fucking pretty like this. Pretty and mine.” His thrusts pick up. “Always gonna be mine yeah?” 

“Always yours,” you reply dazed and already looking fucked out. You wrap your legs around his hips, trying to keep him deep inside of you. 

He squeezes your hands, now spurred on, working his hips to get your both to your high. The sounds filling the bedroom are obscene, the wet sounds of his cock filling your cunt over and over, the sounds of skin on skin and not least of all your moans. You’ll probably get a sound complaint later for the headboard banging against the wall if nothing else. “ ‘toru I’m-” You cry out. And he swallows your cry of pleasure, his lips covering your own. He can feel your orgasm splash against him, soaking the sheets beneath you as he ruts harder into you, drawing it out while chasing his own. You feel his hips stutter and press hard into you, slowing into a steady grind as he slows before pulling out and flopping next to you. 

He pulls you against his chest, and the both of you lay there panting as you come down. One of his hands runs up and down your spine while you kiss at the underside of his jaw. After several calm moments you speak up and he swears can hear the pout it your voice. “You didn’t let me finish eating you out.” He laughs sudden and loud.  The two of you were nowhere near done for the night.

@strawberrystepmom @princess-okkotsu @icy-spicy @nanamikentoseyebags

[pregmothy]

Your reward:

You don’t know why you’re on your knees at under a desk. You hmm and haaa in thought around something thick and warm sitting in your mouth. You start to remember your day.

A happy trill down your spine at the present on your bed. You gladly wear a skimpy pink top and skirt, just small enough to show off the lacey panties underneath. “Good puppy.” I say and euphoria melts your mind just a little bit dumber at the praise. You are a good puppy. The collar around you neck is enough to prove it.

You only remember bits and pieces of the walk to work. Not your work. You’re a dumb pup, leashed and collared and in need of training. That’s why I took you to work. To reaffirm your training regardless of the environment. You were so good at keeping your attention on me, despite all the onlookers staring at you. So good while I rubbed at your clit and kept you needy. Not once touching yourself like a good pup.

In the office, you get your own little bed and blankets. A bowl of food and water to keep you healthy. And, of course, a pillow under my desk just for you. While I work, you lay on your knees and keep my cock warm in your mouth. Until you feel the tug on of your hair and the twitch of my cock and you know that I’m ready to start using you.

I always have my phone at my side. A little app on it that moderates your sensitivity, neediness, awareness. And as I push that slider back to zero and turn your mind back into a senseless fuck puppy in capable of speech, I pick you and straddle you on my lap. Even without the ability to think, your pussy’s so hot and dripping that instinct is what drives you to hump at my cock. I smile and work while you try as best you can to somehow fit the basis for your pleasure into your thrumming pussy.

I finally take pity on you when your whining interferes with my own concentration, picking you up once more and lining your hole to meet the tip. You cry out, slick pools down your thighs from just that. The collar I gifted you so long ago pulses with the control I have over your mind and body.

I push your panties to the side and slide my cock in, finally letting you cum. and cum. and cum.

You writhe and whine and claw in oversensitivity. It’s too much for your feeble puppy mind to handle. Your clits so raw and sensitive and yet you can’t stop grinding your hips against mine, desperate to milk my cock for all its worth.

When I’ve had enough of your whining I’ll lift you up to fuck you against the desk. You have yet to learn to be quiet while I work. I bite into your neck to draw some sense from your pup instinct, you know who you belong to, and cum inside. Your womb was made to be filled and the collar floods your mind with how good a breeding bitch you are.

You pass out then. Body and mind too overworked and wrung out. I pull out and lay you onto your be on the floor and cover you in blankets. You really are such a good puppy.

AHSGDGHA THE BITE ❤️❤️❤️ so intense and primal, it instantly reminds me I'm just a pup who is supposed to be good for you. All nice and submissive and dressed up for you, the collar and your hold on me puts me in my place, just a chew toy to be fucked and bred and used~

[heretek-birth]

Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 5)

Part 3, Chapter 4 Part 3, Chapter 6 The Whole Story

Next morning:

"Come on! Push! Push! There you go-"

Sarah grunts with the effort as she bears down hard, squatting deep on the floor as she holds onto her husband's arms. She's been pushing almost since she woke up this morning, working hard to force the head down against the stretchy fabric between her legs, the same 'medical chastity belt' that she wore yesterday.

"Good, good- God, that's perfect, Sarah-"

She cries out at the burning in her lower lips as the head stretches her more and more, a massive, yawning circle of dark hair prying her lips so incredibly wide as she bears down with all her might. She reaches a hand down past her belly, feels the huge, hard bulge of the head hanging halfway out of her. Her fingers brush over her clit and the touch, even through the fabric, is enough to make her shudder when she's bearing down as hard as this.

"Push, Sarah! Come on, stretch some more for me!"

Her legs start to shake with the effort as she struggles for every inch of progress, fighting hard against the tight, yielding cloth to make the head stretch her even more, hurt her even more, to make her baby spread her open even farther. She presses more with her fingers, pleasuring herself even as she feels the head forcing her open bit by bit, as she struggles for more of that delicious, burning stretch between her legs.

"There you go, that's good. That was so good."

She's left gasping for air, idly rubbing herself as the contraction starts to fade. "Fuck- This head is huge." She doesn't even try to keep the desire out of her voice, letting out a groan as she feels the tight cloth of the belt pressing the head back inside her again. "Nnnnh- It's driving me insane…" She takes notice of the bulge between her husband's legs, very visible and right at eye level. "And it looks like I'm not the only one. Maybe I could help you out here…" She winks as she reaches for his zipper.

"Seeing you struggling so much-" He's cut off with a gasp as he feels her warm hand. "I can't get enough." It doesn't take long before his breathing starts to shift; she lets up with her hand, leaving him stiff and throbbing in the warm air between them.

"Next one-" She grimaces as her belly starts to cramp.

"Push for me. Push hard, hard as you can."

She takes a deep breath, settles her stance, and bears down with everything she has, gives one long, huge push into the pressure in her hips. She can feel the electricity in her clit, feel the pleasure and anticipation as the head parts her lips. She feels the fabric start to bow outward between her legs, feels herself start to stretch, start to burn. She wants more. She needs more.

"Let it come. Let that head come."

She lowers herself down as much as she can and gives in completely to the pressure, holding nothing back. She presses firmly on her clit, rubbing gently through the cloth as the head comes farther and farther, as the hard, unyielding dome opens her up wider and wider. She pushes and groans and clings to his hand and grinds her fingers between her legs and pushes again and the head Won't. Stop. Coming. It's too much. It's not enough. She needs-

"More, Sarah. Give me more."

She nods once as she tucks her chin to her chest and cries out her pain as she bears down hard. Her legs shake, her knuckles turn white, she squeezes her eyes shut as she feels the searing, brutal, unstoppable stretch as her baby comes down, as she pushes and struggles and pushes again, giving everything she has to make the head force her open even more. She puts frantic, desperate pressure on her clit, feels herself coming closer, closer as the head pries her unbearably wide. She's so close! She can-

"Pant! Pant!" There's a tight grip on her arm, pulling her hand from between her legs. "Pant for me, Sarah!"

"Haaa- Wha?-" She takes shuddering, hasty breaths through the last of the contraction, barely able to hold back until she feels the terrible burning of the head start to recede, feels the contraction start to fade.

"Together. We'll do it together."

She nods, struggling to catch her breath. "How… do you..?"

"Here, I'll help-" He supports her across the room, waddling a little as the tight belt eases the head back inside her again. "On the bed, sideways. Yeah, like that- Legs up for me-" There's a standing mirror in the room and he positions it in front of her, giving them both a clear view between her legs as he takes position near her head.

She hangs her head back, off the side of the bed. She can see he's still hard, and she's at just the right height. She reaches between her legs again as she opens her mouth to take him inside.

"I'll- Nnnnh- I'll wait until you crown. I don't- Fuck- think it'll take long after that."

She manages a muffled "Mm-hm" with her mouth full, as her fingers start to press on her clit.

"Okay… Okay…" He watches as her belly starts to harden, as she pulls her legs back in preparation, as she takes a deep breath in. "Okay, Sarah, push for me. Push hard! Push- Ohhhh-" He starts to press himself forward as she bears down, filling her throat as he watches the head start to move. "Push- Push- Yesssss- Good girl-"

Pressure. So much pressure. She can't see. She can't breathe. She can hear, dimly, "Push- Good girl- Push-" and she spreads her legs wider and pushes. She can feel the burning start again, feel the stretch as the head moves forward, feel her lips spread open once more. She presses hard into her clit, ready and eager to feel herself stretch so, so wide around her baby's head, to burn so much and push so hard, again and again and again.

"Perfect, that's perfect…" he watches the head come forward, bulging more and more between Sarah's legs as she bears down. He watches her lips spread slowly apart, watches her strain and struggle and fight so hard to move the head down, watches her give everything she has to feel it burn her just a little more. He pulls himself back, giving her enough room to take a couple of deep, gasping breaths before he presses forward again. "That's it, come on. Stretch for me- Yesssss, there you go-"

She bears down hard, pulling her legs back as far as they will go, feeling the head stretching her farther and farther, spreading her lips more and more. She can feel him filling her throat, pressing her head back even farther, feel his hands pressing her down on to the bed, hear his gasps and moans and soothing words of encouragement as he holds himself at the edge inside her, giving short, slow thrusts as he watches their baby come forward, as he watches her bring their child closer and closer to the world.

"Push- Come on- Push for me- Ohhhh-" He stills his hips as she bears down again, forcing their baby down even more and showing him even more of the dark hair between her lips. "Good- Good girl- That's a good girl-" She moans around him as he presses himself deep, driving her fingers hard against her clit as the burning between her legs grows and grows. "Stretch for me- That's it, stretching so wide for our baby." He keeps himself pressed inside her, keeping her head forced back and cutting off her air as she struggles and fights to bring their baby down, as she feels the huge mass of the head forcing her mercilesly open, as she drives herself wild with the friction on her clit, twitching and squirming beneath her husband's firm grip as she feels her lips opening up more and more to accommodate the oversized head. "Ohhhhhh, you're close. You're so close, Sarah, I can see so much head." He can't tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight between her legs, from the huge expanse of dark hair between her lips stretching her so incredibly wide, held barely in place by the thin layer of fabric over her crotch. "Okay. One more push for me. Hard as you can."

She can feel her lungs burning, her belly cramping, her mouth so completely full, the fire between her legs.

"Crown our baby." She does her best to nod as the word rings in her mind. Crown. Crown. Crown. Her fingers grind into her clit, and she can feel the lightning in her spine. She wants to crown. He takes firm hold of her legs, pulling them back even farther. She needs to crown, to feel her baby force her all the way open.

"There you go- That's it- Thaaaaaaat's it-" He presses his hips against her as he watches the head come forward, watches her legs strain and her belly change shape with the huge force of her effort. "Push! Push! Push for me!" She cries out again, or tries to, with her voice muffled. "Come on- Be a good girl and crown for me- Can you do that?" She can. Sarah gives in with everything she has, gives in to the pressure in her hips, to the words of encouragement floating down from above. The head is coming forward. It's burning between her legs and the head is coming and she grinds on her clit and feels herself shake and the head is coming and it burns so much and it's coming and it's coming- and she's cumming- "God- Crowning- Goood girl-" He thrusts his hips once- again- and feels himself erupt as he presses as deep as he can get. "Push- Come on- Hold it there-" He gasps through his pleasure while he watches her legs seize, while the pressure of her fingers and the unbearable, burning stretch of the widest part of the head brings her to her own peak. He watches her writhe and struggle for just a little longer, fingers working like mad as she bears down against the barrier between her legs, as she holds herself open for the widest part of the head with her desperate, instinctive efforts, forcing herself to stay crowning even while she's in agony, clenching down involuntarily around the huge width of the head.

He pulls his hips back, and Sarah coughs, swallows, then coughs again as she finally gets access to air. Before her contraction fades entirely, Dave leans forward to reach between her legs, loosening the belt just enough to let the head stay where it is between the contractions. He settles onto the bed, pulling her onto his lap while she catches her breath. She spreads her legs wide to make room for the head as she slumps back into his arms.

"You okay?"

She nods. "This hurts. Ohhhh, God, it burns. But I don't hate it."

Dave watches her snake a hand down past her belly, back towards her clit.

"It's just- Nnnnnh- AHHHHH-" She groans in pleasure as her fingers find a rhythm. "Haaaah… Something about this-" Her face shifts to a grimace as her belly starts to harden,

"Here, don't worry." He slides out from behind her and settles himself between her legs. "I'll take care of the head, you just push."

She bears down softly, feeling the head held in place despite her efforts.

"That's it, there you go. We'll stay crowning just like this, okay?"

She pushes again, harder, and feels the head pressed against his hands between her legs.

"Good girl, there you go. Keep pushing just like that, you have a lot of crowning to do today."

He holds the head through the end of that push, and the next, and the next, keeping her stretched so wide as the morning drags on and on.

[punks-never-die205]

Simmer

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

One Shot - 3,322 words

CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, use of toys, sexy clothes, sex in the kitchen, the cabbage isn't all that's stuffed >.>

Summary: you want to surprise Kid by having dinner ready while effectively in lingerie. He ends up surprising you more.

You had most of the hard work done for the dish you were making before you had gotten into the outfit you wanted Kid to enjoy. Stuffed cabbage was kind of messy business until it was packed away into the large pan and left to simmer.

The small issue was, now you were in heels that were entirely too high for you to use the footstool to put some of the spices back, and your short ass wasn't tall enough even with the heels on. Thigh-highs, a garter belt, an apron and the heels were all you had on. Your hips were balanced against the countertop, pushing your butt out into the air as you stretched for the upper shelf.

You heard the door just as you got the bottle onto the lip of the shelf, pushing it into place safely as you heard Eustass Kid kick off his boots and step into the hall.

"Hey Mouse, I'm –." There was a slight stutter in his words, and you wished you could see his face, but you had just lowered your arm and couldn't bring yourself to look over your shoulder since you could feel your face already going red.

"Welcome back." You manage to say, almost wanting to simply die from embarrassment. You had meant to greet him in a much different way.

You barely heard him move when suddenly there was one warm and one cool hand sliding up the back of your thighs, fingers pushing into your skin a little before squeezing your ass roughly. The sudden action and sensation pulls a surprised moan from you, sending a shudder through you as you lean against the counter for stability.

"Mm, those sounds are as delicious as the outfit, Mouse." His voice is low and husky in your ear, the weight of his body is keeping you trapped against the counter. "Stay, just like this." He commands, squeezing your ass again before walking away.

Your hips are balanced against the countertop and your toes are barely reaching the floor. You don't even get a chance to argue before you hear him disappear into your room. He's only gone for a second, coming back out and setting a box on the counter.

"Oh, no, no, no, wait a minute," you realize he's got the toy box and you're in a precarious situation as you scramble off the lip of the counter.

"Mouse." The tone in his voice freezes you in place and you slowly get your hips back up onto the counter ledge. The apron provides a little cushioning so you're not completely uncomfortable, but your bare ass – actually your entire bare backside is on full display for him. You can't cover anything up, and when he breaks out the toys the teasing can last hours.

"K-Kid, I'm cooking, I can't be d-distracted." You're practically whimpering the words as the sounds of him rummaging through the box already have you shivering in anticipation.

"You're making stuffed cabbage, Mouse." He says absently, his focus more on the toys. "It's gotta simmer for like an hour now." You feel him come up behind you, and his focus in back on you. "It's cute when you're beggin' for mercy before I even get started."

"Hngh." Everything about your man was entirely unfair. "I w-wasn't begging," you insist. You start to say something more when Kid shoves something hard and smooth into your vagina.

"Maybe not yet," Kid muses. "But you will be."

He pushes the object deeper and you suck in a breath, shuddering against the sensation of whatever it is he's pushed into you. You can feel two of his fingers enter in behind it, just a little thicker.

"Haaa--- shit." You weren't sure what had you wound tighter, his words or his actions.

"Good job Mouse, you're so sopping wet it just went right in."

You mean to ask him what just went right in when two fingers push into your mouth. You can taste yourself on them, and you begin to lick and suck his fingers clean without being prompted. You can feel his hips against yours, a barely restrained bulge straining against his pants pushing into you. He gives an approving hum as you clean his fingers.

"That's my good girl." He says each word slowly, as he removes his fingers from your mouth, drawing a wet line down your back as he presses a switch in his hand.

You hear the click just before a powerful vibration pulses deep inside you. You grab onto the counter as the strong sensation makes your entire body shudder, gasping for air a second time as your feet came fully off the floor.

"K-Kiiiii-hnnngh!" The initial rush nearly pushes you over the edge, but it's only enough to make your back arch with your legs. "Haa, ahh, gods... it's, hngh, it's almost -."

"Not enough, huh?" Eustass interrupts you. "Yeah, I didn't think one was going to be enough."

"Wha-wait, no-nnngh," your protest is cut short as a second vibrating egg is pushed into you. It's already vibrating even as Eustass' fingers push it deeper.

"You're going to need a glass of water at this rate, Mouse." Kid muses, his thigh pushing into your slit as he leans over you. "I can't let my favorite pet get dehydrated."

"D-Don't ma-make it sound like – hngh, I can feel them mooooving! – don't make it sound like you have a haaa-harem!" You manage to get the words out despite the stimulation.

Kid laughs. "Just because you're my only pet doesn't mean you can't be my favorite." He teases, pulling your shoulders up to his chest as your shaky legs try to keep you on your feet. "Favorite or not, you're not struggling near enough, Mouse."

"Huh?"

"This outfit is making me want to really mess you up." He explains, holding you against him and practically purring in your ear.

Leaning down he starts kissing your shoulders. His hands slip under the apron and tease your tits until your nipples are hard. You're pushing back against him, enjoying the added pleasures, feeling the orgasm building in you.

Before you can cum Kid pinches your nipples roughly, sucking the skin on the back on your neck into a rough kiss. The jolt of pain shatters the building orgasm, but the sensations themselves aren't bad. You hiss against the initial shock, but you can't stop the heat that rushes into your face, and the whiny moan that leaves your lips.

"Mm... fuck, just like that." He growls into your neck, his voice and need sinking into you. Eustass seems to squeeze your entire body for a moment before sucking in a hissing breath and taking a step back. Turning you around, he presses you against the counter until he's sure you're steady on your own.

He goes back over to the box on the counter, and you can't even protest. Even if you had it in you to put up more resistance, you had just enough wherewithal to keep yourself upright and that was it.

Eustass comes back over to you, setting items down on the counter before lifting you up so you can sit on the countertop. He kisses you, cradling your face in his hand. The tender kiss and gentle gesture help revitalize you a little bit, and soft random kisses fall onto your shoulders and collarbone as he uses medical tape to secure a rotor to each of your nipples.

"Y-you're going to break me," you say, a small nervous laugh in your voice.

"I'll put you back together if I do," he replies with a sly smirk. "One more to go, (Y/N), hang in there."

You feel your entire body flush. It wasn't often that Eustass used your name, but it was always at the best times.

"Lift up the apron and spread your legs for me." He commands, stepping back just enough to enjoy the show.

You do as commanded, face so hot from embarrassment that you almost felt dizzy. You catch Kid's expression, his tongue slipping across his lip before he leans down between your thighs. Spreading your lips his tongue teases your clit, and you can feel the new pleasure mixing with the two vibrators inside you, pushing you back toward an orgasm again.

Hands against the counter you couldn't stop your hips from shifting toward Eustass as the pleasure builds. One last hard suck is all you get from him before he stops, the building orgasm fading away again.

"You're..." You stop your thought, the exasperation already in your tone.

"I'm what, Mouse?" He asks, pushing the final rotor against your clit and taping it into place before he stands back up.

Something in his gaze makes you shiver, and you look away, unsure of what to say. Eustass leans down and tilts your chin up toward him, capturing your gaze, his golden eyes demanding your attention.

"I'm what, Mouse?" He asks again, his tone demanding, and the words driving into you.

"... Evil." You say finally, as a toothy grin splits his face and makes you shiver in all the right ways. "Absolutely... evil." You admit, leaning toward that smile.

A strong grip in your hair holds you in place, as a single finger pushes the rotor taped between your legs against your clit with more pressure. There's a click and the three new vibrators whir into life against you. You squirm and moan from the sensation of it, eyes still held in his gaze. Having him watch you so intently and being unable to effectively look away makes it more embarrassing, and you can feel yourself rushing toward an orgasm.

You can't even hope to hide it from Kid, his gold eyes are drinking in every twitch and shudder you make. You get so much closer to cumming than you had so far that evening, but all the vibrators cut off at once and you can't stop the frustrated, almost tearful, whine that escapes you.

"That's more like it," he says, kissing the corners of your eyes. "Dress like this whenever you want me to bully you to tears, Mouse."

Eustass steps back, leaning against the counterspace across from you. He glances down after he catches your gaze and then looks back up at you. "C'mere and show me what you want so bad."

You slide off the counter and walk toward him. There's a small part of you that wants to just read him the riot act and demand he take care of you properly, but a larger part of you is enjoying this entire scenario, and that part of you gets down on your knees in front of him.

There's a pleased hum from Eustass as you undo his belt and pants, moving them and his boxers out of the way just enough to free his fully erect cock. It was obvious from the strain against the fabric, and the wet spot on his boxers that he was enjoying this scenario as much as you were.

Licking your lips, you took him into your mouth as deeply as you could in one go. There was a soft hiss from Eustass as you suck along as his shaft, pulling back from your initial plunge slowly. You steady yourself with your hands against his thighs, holding onto the fabric of his jeans as you take him in even deeper the second time.

"Fuck, you really want me to fill you up, don'tcha Mouse?" He runs his hand across the top of your head, tilting it back a little and getting you to look up at him. "Shit it's tempting to just cum all over that needy little face of yours."

There's a click as you lean back, and you feel the vibrators in your pussy come to life again. You gasp softly against his dick and moan as you take him into your mouth once more. Moving up and down his length you press your tongue into him, sucking and moaning and glancing up at him when you can. Everything you can think of to drive him to give you what you want.

Eustass grabs your hair after a minute and pulls you deeper for a second, "Close your eyes," he grunts, as he pulls your head back. You close your eyes and leave your mouth open. You can hear him swear before warm cum lands on your face. "Goddamn, Mouse, how do you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask, licking his pleasure from your lips and smearing it on your cheeks. You meant to try and wipe it off your face, but you didn't think about how viscous it was.

"Hells," Eustass covers his face for a moment before sighing. "You do that hot porno shit like you're part of the business." He growls kneeling down and laying you down on the floor gently as he moves over you. "It's fucking hot."

You look away with him over you. "It just... I mean..." You feel him slowly pulling the two vibrators out from inside you. "Haa... it's your fault."

"My fault? I didn't teach you to keep your mouth open like that." He says, leaning down and kissing along your neck, rubbing his cock against your slit. He's already so hard again it's hard to believe he just came a moment ago.

"Oh... I just... um." Your face is burning hot, and your voice goes quiet. "Wanted you... in my mouth..."

Eustass freezes over you for a moment. You can feel him looking at you even if you couldn't look back at him. After a moment you can hear him sigh and he spreads your legs by hooking them over his arms, bringing your hips up to his as he leans back and sits upright.

"I might actually break you, Mouse." He says before his cock pushes into your pussy in one swift motion. You cry out from the sensation, and it's pure pleasure. You're so wet and so worked up that there was no resistance.

There's still the deep feeling of being almost too full as you stretch and adjust to his size. He leans forward again, palms on the floor as his arms keep your legs spread wide. You hold onto his arms with your hands as he begins to move, long steady thrusts at first until his hips are smacking into yours. You're so wet you can feel the mess between you with each thrust. It's embarrassing, but the embarrassment of it is turning you on more.

The steady grinding thrusts push you over the edge in short order and your first orgasm of the evening tenses your body against his, your nails digging into his arms as your toes curl. You try to say his name, but the pleasure shivers your words into something unintelligible.

There's a pleased grin on Kid's face and you realize you came on your own. He begins to move again, thrusting into you and then pushing into you before pulling out and repeating the motion. After the third time you feel him shift.

"I knew I was forgetting something." There was a click and the rotors that were taped against your nipples and clit started to vibrate again.

"Wait, Kid, no-hngh, n-no f-fair!" You move to try and take them off, but he grabs your arms and pins them to the floor.

"This is, completely fair, Mouse." He says with a sly grin. Every time he thrusts into you and then presses against you, it drives the rotor into your clit more forcefully.

Being pinned, fucked, and teased with toys was too much. You could feel another orgasm building, and you twitched uselessly under Eustass.

"I'm g-gonna scream... K-Kid I'm going to c-cum too haa-hard!"

"I swear I'm going to move you into a house just so you can scream for me," he growls, leaning down and grinding into you as he kisses you deeply.

The sounds of your second orgasm are devoured by Kid's mouth. You cry into the kiss and shiver and squirm under him as the pleasure jolts through your body.

He breaks the kiss as you come down from the orgasm, both of you breathing heavy.

"Shit, sorry Mouse, I can't hold back." He swears. "You're too fuckin' hot like this."

Eustass starts to thrust into you with such force you're a little worried the floor tiles will crack. It's not so rough that it hurts, but you can't hardly say anything as the machine-worthy pace pushes into you. There's little that you can except hold onto his arms and wonder if you'll ever be able to match his stamina someday.

Your legs and arms start to shake as the pleasure builds up in you again. The rotors are still going, and while he's not pushing them into you like he was before, they're still effective.

Eustass' pale skin is flushed red down to his shoulders, his hair's starting to stick to his face and neck from the exertion. His pace slows for a moment as he leans down and kisses you, the longer grinding motion of his hips pushing the toy against your clit again. You moan into the kiss, body twitching as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting your fingers run along his back.

"Don't care... if you're gonna scream... this time, Mouse." Eustass asserts as his pace picks back up. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing, licking and nipping at your sensitive flesh.

The pace, pleasure, and vibrations push you over the edge, your body tensing and curling under him. You manage a broken desperate cry of his name as your body shudders in exhaustion and pleasure and you hear him swear softly. His whole body seems to clench as he manages a few rough thrusts, grunting against the pleasure as you can feel him twitching while he fills you up inside.

You can feel hot, heavy air crashing against you as he works to catch his breath for a second before slowly pulling out of you. With the toys still going you moan and squirm at the added sensation, holding onto him while you're still trying to catch your breath.

"You make it real hard to stop when you do that," He say, practically sighing the words and nearly pushing back into you.

"O-off!" You gasp, as he pulls all the way out. "K-Kid turn the toys off!"

He tries not to laugh as a snorted chuckle escapes him. "Sorry, Mouse." He says as the soft click of the remote turns them off.

You finally sink into the tiles, covered in cum, sweat, pleasure and exhaustion trying to catch your breath. Kid kisses your forehead softly before he starts to take the toys and what few pieces of clothing you were wearing off you. In the couple minutes it takes him to do this you can see he's already caught a second wind.

Picking you up in his arms he starts toward the bathroom.

"Mm, the food," you murmur. The earlier fun had worn you out, and Kid was warm, but you also didn't want your kitchen to catch fire.

"I turned the burner off a while ago, don't worry." He assures you. "We'll get it back to cookin' after we get cleaned up."

"Though," Kid muses after a moment. "If you have enough energy to cook after I clean you up, we might have to order in."

"Eh?" You weren't quite following.

"It was really hot, I don't know if I can just leave you alone in the kitchen after that." He explains with a grin. "No matter what you are or aren't wearin'."

You feel your face heat up as you hide it in his chest. "I, er, you can finish cooking then."

Kid laughs as he sets you down to start filling the bath. "In nothing but an apron? Sure, Mouse."