#hunting stories

[noodles-and-tea]

For the twins in time AU, I genuinely wonder what kind of people the young twins grow up into because of Stan’s/Ford’s influence. Especially if it takes years for the portal to get fixed.

(Sorry if it seems like I already sent this question, I don’t know if it got sent the first time I asked)

I haven’t fully fleshed out how Ford grows up in the past but I do have thoughts on Stan presently

[nohomie]

Character intro:

Wally

Extra lore dump below

So yeah, Vampires are special because theyre actually manmade.

Vampires where created centuries ago, long before Human and Mythic agreed to live together peacefully. There were still fights between the two and Humanity was on the losing end. It was due to this that led to some royal family trying to play god and turn themselves into a mythic only for it to cause disaster and destruction.

Fun fact, the term vampire stems from their place of origin, Vamais. While not all vampires come from there, there are few that still exist who once lived in Vamais. You can easily tell if a vampire was once a Vami from their unique facial features (no visible nose and facial hair, not even eyebrows) and striking blue hair.

[dietcokegirly12]

“Dares”

featuring soukuku the sillies (∩^-ڡ-^∩)

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art credit: @spirthx on pinterest

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tags: drinking, lap dance, teasing, threesome (kinda?), fingering, etc etc

word count: 2.4k

KINKTOBER OCT. 25 ～(へ^^)へ

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“Fucking can’t believe Mori made us do that.” One of your partners, Chuuya takes a long swallow of his drink, the burgundy wine rapidly disappearing from the cup as it slides down his throat.

Dazai scoffs slightly, lifting a glass to his lips as well. “Idiot, you barely did anything.”

He instantly turns, outraged. “Huh? What do you mean, shithead? You’re the one who just stood until the very end when I needed your No Longer Human ability!”

“Guys.” you sigh, already exasperated and tired from a long day on a mission for the Port Mafia with your two moron partners. “Let’s just have a few drinks in peace, without fighting.”

Chuuya glares over to where Dazai tauntingly sips his drink, an insufferable smirk etched across his face.

“Okay..” he finally grumbles, settling back into his seat.

“Let’s play a drinking game!” Dazai suddenly says, grinning mischievously as his gaze slides over to you.

"Drinking game?" you say dubiously, taking another drink.

"Where are you gonna get cards, doofus?" Chuuya shakes his head in disbelief at Dazai's vulgar tendencies.

"Don't need them." He has a certain look in his eye that, after working with him for so long, you knew meant trouble.

Chuuya studies him for a long moment, then with a sigh, leans back, his throat bobbing as he takes a long, contemplative drink. "Enlighten us." he finally says.

Dazai grins in victory, your hesitant expressions the first sign that you're going to give in to him. "Someone gives a dare, and if you're not willing to do it, you have to take a shot."

Chuuya tilts his head, seeming to mull it over. "Simple enough. I'm in." He glances over to where you're staring disdainfully at the two men.

"I guess I'll play."

At Dazai's triumphant expression, your expression narrows. "You two perverts better not turn this into anything overly dirty."

Chuuya, ever the gentleman, nods immediately. "Of course."

Dazai simply laughs, beginning to fill the shot glasses for each of you.

After pouring a generous amount into each, he sits back, clearly excited at the prospects laying ahead. "I'll start!" he says eagerly, and you and Chuuya exchange loaded looks, turning back to the man in front of you.

"Chuuyaa~" Dazai sing-songs, causing the ginger's eye to twitch in irritation. "Do a suggestive dance or take a shot."

"What the hell, man!" Chuuya practically snarls, reaching for the shot glass and downing it in an instant.

Dazai simply smirks, almost twirling his hair with giddiness. "Knew it. You're gonna be so drunk by the end of this, you won't even be able to walk straight."

You roll your eyes at their banter, starting to get annoyed. “Dazai. Kiss Chuuya or take a shot.”

Delighted, he turns to face Chuuya, beginning to lean in, before Chuuya slaps him away. “Idiot.” he growls, though you can’t deny the faint pinkness tinting his cheeks. “Just take your shot.”

As the game progresses, and you all become more and more tipsy, the boundaries of the game become more and more blurred as it quickly turns into something more suggestive.

Dazai turns to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “Give Chuuya a lap dance, or take a shot.”

Chuuya scoffs and you sigh, accepting your fate as you slide yourself over to sit on his lap, not wanting to become blackout drunk.

He stiffens, eyes wide. “I t-thought you were gonna take the shot.”

You toss your hair behind your shoulders, adjusting on his lap. “It’s fine, Chuuya. Dazai’s an idiot, and I don’t want to take any more shots.”

His breathing becomes slightly heavier and he simply nods, spreading his legs wider for you.

Dazai watches intently, his eyes fixed on you as he slightly shifts in his seat. “For a whole minute.”

You shoot Dazai a scowl which he responds to with a wink, before you begin to move atop the red-head.

Your hands come to his shoulders to support yourself and his hands fly to grip tightly on to your hips as you shift and arch your back, grinding over him.

His hands glide up your thighs, and the moment becomes more intimate as your breathing becomes slightly heavier and Chuuya stares at you, in a trance. You can feel his bulge straining underneath you, and can’t deny the fact that heat was beginning to blossom in your core.

The alcohol makes you hazy, and the minute is up before you realize, Dazai quickly ushering you off his lap, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes. “Okay, okay. Wrap it up.”

Chuuya lifts his hips, adjusting himself with a scowl pointed at Dazai. “It was your idea, shithead.”

Dazai waves him off. “Yeah, yeah. You gonna go, or just sit there bricked up for the rest of the night?”

Chuuya quickly looks down, shifting again as he practically spits out. “Take a shot off of Dazai or take two shots.”

Intrigued, Dazai turns to you eagerly and you slightly fold your arms over your chest with a frown. “I said I didn’t wanna take any more shots.”

Chuuya rolls his eyes, still trying to hide his growing erection. “Just do it.”

Turning away, you grab the shot, and to Dazai’s delight, tilt his chin up, placing the cool glass into his open mouth.

Dazai’s eyes close and you press your mouth on top of his, feeling his soft eager lips against yours.

Carefully, he flips you over without breaking the kiss, and the alcohol from the shot glass fills your mouth.

He draws back quickly, taking the shot glass out of his mouth, and saying, “don’t swallow,” before capturing your lips again, his tongue slipping into your mouth and coaxing the liquid into his throat as he drinks up every drop.

Drawing back, satisfied, he wipes his mouth. “There. Now you didn’t take a shot.”

Slightly flushed, your lips still parted, you look over to where Chuuya is watching, an indecipherable expression on his face. “I’ve got a dare.”

Dazai looks over indignantly, his cheeks slightly flushed from the moment you two had just shared. “It’s not your tur-”

“Since you enjoyed it so much, why don’t you kiss Dazai passionately for two minutes, without breaking apart.”

Dazai looks absolutely ecstatic at the idea, not even giving you a second to process Chuuya's words before he pulls you by the waist against him, crashing his lips to yours and slipping his tongue past your lips.

The heat of his mouth overwhelms you, and he pulls you tighter against him, and it’s just then that you feel how hard he is. You know you should stop now, before things escalate more than they already have, but you can’t, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him harshly against you, eliciting a soft whine from him.

“Two minutes are up.” a cool voice breaks into your trance, as you quickly draw back from Dazai, strings of saliva connecting you both.

But he’s not looking at you. He’s looking at Chuuya with a smirk on his face, and it’s then that you realize you’ve become a sort of competition between the two, to taunt and see just how far the other will go.

And the worst part was judging from the pulsing in between your thighs, you liked it.

“Chuuya.” Dazai says, voice smooth and indicative of trouble. “Your dare is to finger y/n.”

The room falls completely silent, save for the thud of your heartbeat as you stare at Chuuya, slack-jawed.

He sighs, reaching for the shot glass, unamused. “I’m not gonna-”

“What?” Dazai taunts. “You don’t like her?”

You tilt your head at Chuuya, a little hurt.

He quickly glances at you. “Of course I like her, you moron, it’s just that unlike some people I have morals-”

“Or, maybe you’re just scared. Can’t imagine you can do much with those fingers, being as short as you are.” Dazai continues on, unperturbed, clearly aiming for Chuuya’s weak spots. "I, on the other hand would do a great job. In fact-"

At this, Chuuya immediately springs up, growling out a harsh, “Fine! You want me to so bad, then I will! We'll see who does better!” Turning to you, he lifts you up onto the bar table, his tone turning more gentle. “Lie down for me, doll.”

You comply, blushing as you feel yourself heating up at his words and the promise of what they were both about to do to you, arousal seeping out of you.

Dazai leans over you, eager to watch how this would play out. Chuuya immediately starts stripping you out of your Port Mafia uniform, unhooking your bra and inhaling slightly when your perky breasts spill out, pebbling instantly. He leaves you in just your lacy pair of black panties, pausing as his fingers hook in the waistband. "Is this okay?"

When you quickly nod, in one sharp tug, he rips the panties off of you, and you're truly bare for the first time in front of them, exposed and vulnerable.

Dazai is the first to react, smirking as he runs a hand up your thigh. "Who knew our partner was hiding such a pretty pussy from us?"

Chuuya is quick to slap his hand away. "It's my turn, asshole."

Gently, he spreads your legs open to reveal your sopping cunt, his breathing becoming heavier at the sight, eyes glued to the obscene sight of you all laid out for him. Reaching one hand between your plushy thighs, he circles your entrance, before dipping a finger in to test.

At the soft whine you let out, already wet enough for him to plunge his entire finger into you easily, he inhales sharply, looking over to Dazai. "She's so tight."

Dazai's eyes are heated as he watches, an obvious tent in his pants, but he still remains just as arrogant. "What, can't handle it? If you wanted me to help-"

As Dazai steps closer, Chuuya shields your body, adding another finger to stretch you as he uses his other hand to push Dazai away. "Just watch and learn, idiot."

And that's his only warning before he begins fucking you with his fingers full-force, pumping in and out of your squelching cunt, as he adds pressure to your clit, pressing harshly enough to make you squeal.

As your back arches off the table you're spread across, trying to squirm, Dazai's quick to hold you down, his hands splaying across your waist.

"Fuck, chuu," you whine, as his finger begins rubbing your puffy bud in quick circles, his fingers only speeding up.

While you're distracted by Chuuya, Dazai's hands begin to wander, moving up your body slowly, before cupping your tits and squeezing.

Your hips stutter, thighs clamping around Chuuya's hand, and he instantly pushes them back apart, one hand holding them open wide as Dazai begins kneading your breasts, flicking your nipples teasingly while cooing at your soft moans and whimpers. "Too much?"

As you open your mouth to answer, Chuuya delivers a particularly forceful thrust with his fingers, and you can only let out a broken whine.

You can feel your stomach coiling, signaling your fast-approaching orgasm as Dazai's hands get rougher, pinching and squeezing you tightly.

"Well Chuuya, she hasn't come yet I'm starting to doubt your abilities-"

"Can you put your mouth to use for once, and shut up!" he grumbles, his pace increasing as he gets more worked up by Dazai's antics.

"Chuu, wait slow down I'm..." Before you can finish, you feel Dazai's hot, wet tongue laving over one of your nipples before taking almost your entire breast into his mouth.

And suddenly you can't hold back anymore, arching yourself into both of their addictive touches as warmth quickly coats Chuuya's fingers, seeping between your thighs, while your cunt flutters and convulses around his thick fingers.

He slows, pulling them out, before gently tapping your cheek, wanting you to open up. As you do, your tongue lolling out obediently, he shoves his slick-covered fingers into the warmth of your awaiting mouth. "Suck them clean." he commands softly and as you do, your tongue sweeping across his fingers to taste the tang of yourself, he groans softly.

"Okay, that's enough, Chuuya." Dazai, clearly wanting in on the action, shoulders Chuuya aside to stand in front of your sweat-sheened body, his hands coming to brush along your hips and waist, mapping out every inch of skin he can reach.

Chuuya leans back against the table to watch, one hand coming to palm the large bulge straining against his pants.

Dazai's fingers aren't as thick, but they're longer, as he gently traces the outline of your pussy, ghosting his thumb every now and then lightly over your throbbing clit.

After this continues on for another minute or so, you begin to get impatient, trying to tug his hand closer. " 'samu pleaseee.."

"You heard her, shithead! Touch her!"

Dazai's lips curve up at Chuuya's tone, but he obeys nonetheless, his fingers finally dipping into your sopping cunt.

You practically sigh in relief as he pushes one lithe finger inside you, immediately finding your sweet spot as he curves upward slightly, causing you to grip tightly onto Chuuya's sleeve.

Dazai pouts his lip out at you mockingly at your reaction, before shoving another finger into you, stretching you so deliciously as he reaches farther than you've ever been able to get with your own fingers.

You whine, desperately trying to clamp your thighs together, still sensitive from Chuuya's earlier ministrations, all of it becoming too much but unable to with Dazai keeping your thighs perfectly spread to fuck his fingers in and out of you relentlessly, slower than Chuuya but much deeper, until your eyes are practically rolling back in your head.

"Samu! Slower.." you slur, your hips shifting to try to get a reprieve, already close to falling off the edge again, just from how fast this was all unfolding.

He slows slightly, but before you get a chance to breathe, scissors you wide open with his long, slender digits, instantly causing you to buck your hips up pathetically as you gush all over his fingers.

He continues curving them up until you're desperately trying to move away, and only then does he finally pull them out, satisfied.

You pant softly, closing your eyes, thinking that maybe you were finally going to get a break after all of this, before suddenly the feeling of two shadows looming over you breaks you out of your euphoric haze.

You open your eyes to reveal both of them beginning to unbuckle their belts, their pants tented to reveal imprints of two very large cocks. "W-what?"

Dazai's eyes are hooded as he breathes heavily, eyes dropping to your breasts hungrily. Chuuya laughs. "What? You didn't think we were done already, did you?"

Dazai surges forward to press you into the table. "The question is, can you take both of us?"

tagslist: (ask to be tagged!) @rosebluuod @sakui1 @snowsilver2000 @kissesmellow21

[honehonn3honey]

What happens to this empty place, waiting for my arrival...

Rook in my heart. You can read the monster list here @lustlovehart

[Alt under the cut]

This is the original version but God, I don’t see anything else and I didn’t want others to get hurt watching

Now here I put my thoughts as I drew him:

I think our beautiful creature doesn't really have a human anatomy, his limbs are long and with very little muscle covering. Their bones could click together if it fully manifested. Claws replacing part of the bony fingers and nails. You could feel the long ribs behind that thick sack

He doesn’t need beyond his big and cool gothic sack to cover his abnormal appearance, after all the is no more shadows and fog for everyone’s eyes

The darkness consumes you from the pores, in each puff of lungs, you could become one with him and he would be delighted

I feel that it is detached from all worldly, but I would keep a thing or two of those who most appreciate... like the feathers of Neige or a brooch of Vil

[eowynstwin]

John Price x Reader. Fluff. Implications of a BDSM relationship.

At some point in the evening—for you, anyway, since when you answer the call it’s clearly midday for him—John finds the time during his latest deployment for a video chat.

He looks a little haggard when the call connects, face reddened across his nose and cheekbones and dark circles under his eyes. He brightens when he sees you, though, crows feet deepening.

“There’s my dove,” he says fondly, the rasp of his voice low and soft. His beard is growing out, curly and dark in the artifacting of the camera.

“There’s my captain,” you return, smiling.

“What day is it for you, there?” he asks, sitting back, getting comfortable.

“Saturday,” you answer.

“Mmm,” he hums, as if it’s the nicest thing he’s heard all day. Probably is, really. “Tell me about it.”

You do; John always likes to hear about your days, when he’s far away. The tiny adventures, the workplace dramas, the little pleasures and minor catastrophes of normal civilian life. Keeps him balanced, he tells you; reminds him there are other parts of his life aside from the job, and the work.

You show him the embroidery project you’re close to finishing, the little window hinges you bought at the craft store for the miniature apartment you’ve been building from a kit. It’s the same one that he always half-complains about being spread over the kitchen island when he’s home, and you always remind him that he doesn’t have much room to complain; he bought you the kit on a whim, after all, without your even asking.

At one point the door starts opening behind him—he’s posted up in a large tent, empty bunks behind him—and he quickly covers the camera with his hand. He mutes you for a moment, then comes back.

“Only got a few more minutes, sorry,” he says, refocusing on you. “And—y’didn’t mention that other project, I noticed.”

You suck your lips between your teeth, effecting ignorance. “Hm?”

“The writing one.”

As always, nothing escapes him.

“So here’s the thing,” you say, strangling the fingers of one hand with the fingers of the other, “the bathroom is so clean now, John.”

“Dove.”

“And I finally ordered my new glasses, you know, like I’ve been meaning to for months, and you keep reminding me about.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose between two broad fingers, eyes sliding shut like you’ve just told him that some important intel has gone bad. “How long have you been working on this.”

“I don’t think that’s important,” you squeak.

One blue eye opens, piercing you. Humor sparks in its depths, though when he speaks, his voice is gruff, every bit as commanding as when he gives orders to his men. “I need to go,” he says, “so here’s the deal I’m gonna offer you. If that draft isn’t done by the next time I speak to you, then when I get home I’ll put you over my knee and tan your arse until you’re crying. Understood?”

Your voice has retreated somewhere down your throat, hiding very far beyond your trembling vocal cords. “Yes sir, understood,” you manage to peep.

His other eye opens, and he smiles affectionately. “There’s a love.”

[nobleriver]

Rick and Michonne Grimes - Their Journey Over the Years

It's a broken world, Michonne. And you're the only thing that puts it back together. Til my last breath I am yours.

[applestruda]

Boatem knights joel and lizzie

The hunter and the lady of the woods

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Never gonna live that down.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[theladysunami]

I had a very odd dream where a train (or bus?) I was on got yanked into another world. While my dream had nothing to do with SVSSS, it did have my waking self thinking about how hilarious and/or horrifying such a thing could be as an AU.

Imagine Shen Yuan riding the subway, train or bus one day, when something happens and his whole car gets yanked into the world of PIDW. Nobody else in the car knows anything about PIDW, so Shen Yuan finds himself with the self imposed task of keeping this eccentric group of strangers alive in a weird world full of demons, monsters, and aphrodisiac plants.

The group’s first assumption would probably be that they’re still on modern earth, and just got teleported somewhere. Their second assumption, if they come across common folk, might be they somehow ended up in the past.

Then they run into some monster, or people riding on swords with specific uniforms, or a commoner mentions a name or event only Shen Yuan recognizes. The rest of the party debates what sort of Xianxia or Wuxia world they’ve ended up in, while poor Shen Yuan sweats bullets. He knows exactly what world they are in, and they are so screwed.

I have this image of poor beleaguered nerd Shen Yuan successfully protecting and leading this group of primary school kids, their cute teacher, and a handful of grannies and grandpas, while all the other adults and older teens keep wandering off and getting themselves in trouble.

[aq2003]

has anyone gotten the idea that odysseus' storyline in hades 2 is a depiction/exploration of trauma over his SA and how he's blaming himself for things that were out of his control? because that's the impression i'm getting from what i've seen. he talks about "goddesses" as his "greatest weakness" and that "he's not one to say no to them"...

when mel invites him to the bath, he brings up mortals having different standards for intimacy than gods and how it usually has a more romantic/sexual connotation. she then asks if he's uncomfortable and he has a startled reaction and brings up circe and calypso again (but never actually by name)

(this isn't ship/romance bait btw. odysseus knew mel as a kid and they're stated in-game to have a sibling/uncle-niece relationship)

also he grew apart from penelope after his return, but the game makes a point of showing that his love for penelope and telemachus is what drove him on at all so that element of his character isn't brought into question

[ruporas]

feast (ID in alt)

[shouyuus]

was thinking about it this morning as i was making tea and i think there's a fundamental gap in the advice we give to writers/creators to "first and foremost create for ourselves", bc yes. in the beginning, i am almost always writing for myself. i write all the time, and im sure that artists doodle and paint all the time too. there are things i've written that will never see the light of day and are truly just for me.

and then there are things that i choose to share, because i want to share them. because i'm proud of a story, and want to put it into the world. the act of sharing it is, above all, an invitation.

its me inviting you into a corner of my mind/heart/soul, opening the window and throwing open the curtains and waving, holding up a sign that says "hi! do you like this too? let's talk about it!"

what im asking for is a connection, a conversation. a shared space. digital or otherwise. and the so-called "harm" of "ghost consumption" is not that artists will stop creating art or that writers will stop writing -- no, that's not quite how creativity works (thankfully, and sometimes unfortunately). we will always create.

we just might not be inspired to share it anymore.

[dietcokegirly12]

“I'll Teach You”

ft tecchou suehiro and saigiku jouno (♡﹃♡)

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art credit: @valeriasyceva54972

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tags: 3some, double penetration, mention of masturbation, unprotected sex, virgin!tecchou, etc etc.

word count: 2k

KINKTOBER OCT. 31 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪

HAPPY HALLOWEEN LUVSS!!!

⊱ ⋅⋅⋅⋅ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ⋅⋅⋅⋅⋅⋅ ♡ ⋅⋅⋅⋅⋅⋅ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ⋅⋅⋅⋅ ⊰

Tecchou and Jouno had been roommates for forever now, since the cost of living together would be less, and because they both had to commute to the same job, making it easier on them both.

And living with Jouno had been pretty good, for the most part.

At least until a couple of months ago, when he had brought home a girl. You.

The problem wasn't you, exactly though. You were pretty, smart, funny, and always very kind to Tecchou, making an extra plate of dinner for him when you would stay over and inviting him to come with you and Jouno places, or even to watch movies with them on the couch.

The problem was the noises at night.

Ever since you and Jouno started dating, almost every time you would stay over, you two would fuck, and though admittedly, you tried to keep quiet, Tecchou could always hear the bed creaking and your soft, breathy whines and moans floating from the other room.

And while he was ashamed to admit it, from his bedroom as he listened, he would fist his cock, wishing it were him instead of Jouno that was fucking your sweet body into oblivion.

And one particularly rough night, when the noises were obscenely loud and filthy, you two not even trying to hide it, Tecchou was kept awake all night with a throbbing boner that his hand couldn't relieve. Which is what led to his grumpiness the next morning at the breakfast table, when he came to sit next to you.

"Did you have a good sleep, Tecchou?" You ask sweetly, stirring your spoon in a bowl of cereal.

Tecchou looks over with a scowl, eyes puffy from lack of sleep, red eyebags already beginning to form. "I don't know. Did you? Because it didn't sound like a whole lot of sleeping was going on."

At this, you instantly flush, your cheeks heating as you turn back to your cereal in embarrassment.

Jouno's eyebrows furrow at Tecchou from where he's making his own bowl of cereal. "Don't be a dick to my girlfriend, shithead."

"Don't have sex with your girlfriend so loudly." He retorts, beginning to get up from the table and turn away, before roughly, Jouno yanks Tecchou back until they're standing face-to-face.

"You know you could bring your own girlfriend here, for fuck's sake."

At this, Tecchou wants to shake Jouno by the shoulders because of how stupid he was. When had Tecchou ever been with a girl?

"You idiot! I don't have a girlfriend, and I never have!"

The last part of his statement hangs heavy in the air between all three of you as he continues glaring angrily.

Jouno, ever the instigator, immediately begins prying. "What? Never? But you have had sex before, haven't you?"

Tecchou grits his teeth together, mumbling a quick "no," and of course, Jouno with his heightened senses hears, but decides to taunt him further with an exaggerated, “hm?”

“I don't know how to have sex, because I never have.” Tecchou says loudly, frustration bubbling inside him at Jouno’s obvious mockery.

Jouno doesn't speak for a moment, before his mouth curves up into the sadistic grin he usually reserves for his enemies.

"You're a virgin, Tecchou? I never would have..."

But before he can say anything else, you suddenly pipe up from where you had been sitting quietly up until that point. “Sai, don't be mean.”

He turns to you at that, cocking an eyebrow. "What? Don't be mean? He's the one who's coming at you for being loud, are you really going to overlook that?"

You stand up from the table to come and hold onto Jouno's arm, gently brushing his hair back from his face. "Baby, he probably feels left out. If he has to hear us every night, and he's never done it before with another person, well..."

Jouno's head tilts as he seems to think over what you're saying. "Are you suggesting we include him?"

You instantly flush, turning to glance at Tecchou who is currently looking at you like an eager puppy. "Well... it's only fair. It's our fault for being too loud, and letting him hear us. Might as well, right?"

Tecchou immediately presses himself to you, burying his face in your neck as he breathes in the scent of you deeply. "Yes, yes, yes. Please."

Jouno's face scrunches slightly at Tecchou before finally nodding gruffly, anything to keep his girlfriend happy.

You let Tecchou nuzzle into you, and harshly, Jouno peels you two apart. "But I have to be there, too."

You beam. "Of course. You can guide him, and show him how it works, so he can get the hang of it."

Gently, you take Tecchou's hand to lead him to Jouno's bedroom, where you two had slept the previous night, Jouno in tow as he protectively keeps his hand curled around your back.

Tecchou flushes at the thought of last night, and the prospect of what was about to happen next, as he follows you, albeit a little hesitantly.

You immediately spread yourself out on the bed, beginning to pull off one of Jouno's baggy shirts you had been wearing, to reveal your plump breasts and lacy underwear underneath.

Jouno doesn't hesitate, immediately tugging his shirt over his head, and following you, and upon getting close enough, pins you down to begin placing sloppy kisses all over your body, tongue ravishing you as his.

Tecchou swallows, fumbling with his own shirt before coming around to kneel before you.

Jouno shakes his head slightly, as he parts your legs open, tugging down your underwear. "Follow what I do."

Tecchou nods nervously, watching as you spread your legs wider, revealing your glistening pussy to the two boys before you, a slight needy whine leaving your throat at the cool air ghosting over your exposed cunt.

Gently, Jouno's hand comes between your plushy thighs to rub at your pink nub, making you instantly moan, head falling back with pleasure.

Tecchou watches in interest, trying to memorize the way Jouno's hand expertly presses on your clit while also beginning to plunge one long digit into you, clearly no beginner to your body and the way you liked being touched.

"Here," he says gruffly, removing his hand to grab Tecchou's wrist and tug him closer.

Tecchou inhales sharply, as his hand meets your slick pussy, you already dripping wet. Instinctively, he tries to press his hand closer to your warmth, one hand cautiously circling your hole as he begins to try to push one finger in, like Jouno had done, before adding another, the stretch almost too much for you to bear.

You whimper, Tecchou's fingers much thicker than Jouno's and filling you up almost completely.

As he manages to completely push himself into your cunt, he tries to follow a rhythm, sloppily jabbing his fingers in and out, making you wince, thighs instinctively clamping around him.

Jouno sighs. "Not like that, dummy, you're hurting her. More gentle, like this."

Tecchou's fingers withdraw to watch as Jouno slides his fingers in as replacement, thrusting them in and out, long digits scissoring you perfectly.

He removes them again to cock his head at Tecchou. "Okay, now you try."

Tecchou huffs as he pushes his fingers inside you slowly, your face twisting in pleasure from the sudden change.

He's careful not to poke you too harshly, beginning a steady pace as he fucks you with his fingers.

"Tecchou, curl your fingers like this, she likes that." Jouno demonstrates by hooking his finger upward slightly, and Tecchou nods, biting his lip with concentration.

Your body bows upward as he follows Jouno's direction, crying out softly, the squelching of your cunt getting louder.

"She's close." Jouno notes, and encouraged, Tecchou begins to go at a faster pace, eager to see you come undone for him.

Not long after, your cunt undulating around his fingers, drenching them in your wet warmth, and Tecchou stares with an expression almost resembling wonder at the sight.

Unable to hold back any longer, Jouno immediately comes to cover your body with his, pushing down his pants enough to reveal his long, narrow cock, leaking precum from the slit, and flushed a shade of pink.

He shifts slightly to make room for Tecchou, who clumsily follows, his length not as impressively long as Jouno's, but much thicker, and a darker red.

Jouno sighs with pleasure, head lolling back as he lines himself up to your entrance, pushing in slowly and allowing you to adjust to the stretch of him. You squirm, soft moans and gasps drifting out of you as he finally buries himself fully into you, your body already shuddering with pleasure.

Jouno tips his head toward Tecchou. "Now, your turn."

Shakily, Tecchou prepares himself, following Jouno's moments a little more awkwardly as he lines up his thick, pulsing tip with a wince, beginning to try to push past the first tight ring of muscle.

"Tight, isn't she?" Jouno chuckles as his hand comes down to press against your stomach, outlining the bulge already nestled inside, and the matching bulge that's beginning to grow next to it as Tecchou slowly buries himself deep inside you.

Tecchou only can let out a grunt of agreement, his eyes shut tightly as he tries his best not to pathetically cum already, and embarrass himself.

"Fuck! 'S too big! Too much, Sai! I-I can't..."

He gently hushes you, pressing a finger to your lips lightly. "Yes you can. You're going to take us both like a good girl, hm?"

You're trembling by this point, small cries and whines leaving you as inch by inch, Tecchou fills you completely alongside Jouno, making you feel so deliciously stuffed.

"Tecchou, we're going to move now. Line up your thrusts with mine, mmkay?"

Tecchou nods tentatively, and as Jouno does move, he instantly freezes, the feeling of his cock rubbing alongside his almost too much to bear.

Jouno sighs as Tecchou doesn't budge, before grabbing his hips tightly with his hands. "You idiot." He begins to move Tecchou's hips for him, languidly thrusting in and out of you, your body jerking and arching upward desperately, sweet moans spilling out.

"Like this.." Jouno's hands increase the pace of Tecchou's hips, until the both of them are slamming into you, the room filling with the lewd squelching of your abused cunt trying to suck them both deeper.

You moan, the feeling of them both stuffing you so completely making your head spin, unable to see straight as all you can do is lay back and take it, drool and tears seeping from you as you squirm and whine.

Tecchou's hands come to hold your hips down firmly, and Jouno grunts in approval, hands tightening around Tecchou slightly.

Tecchou knows he's not going to last much longer, this being his first time, and his hips begin to piston faster, practically grinding his cock against Jouno's, the feeling of their lengths throbbing in unison, veins thumping erratically against each other making his eyes practically roll back with ecstasy.

"F-fuck! I c-can't..."

You tighten further around both of their cocks, cunt rippling as you finally drench both of them in the warmth of your arousal, the heat that had been coiling low in your belly finally releasing with a snap.

Tecchou's hips stutter as he instantly cums too, shooting warm ropes into you, Jouno following close behind with a groan.

When they're done, both reluctantly pulling out of your abused, throbbing cunt, their cum mixing together to seep out of you, Jouno pushes open your thighs further, shoving down Tecchou's head between them.

"Now, I'm going to teach you how to properly eat pussy."

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