#they hadn't disappeared they were just pulled down. there was no need for new pants

[bemtevis]

ohgodohgodohgod it was so yasper who killed xavier right

[rvp32]

Mother's Love

This was a commission but I got permission to post it. It is probably the work that took me the longest to write because of how much research. It is very new concept to me and I don't know how well I portrayed it. Please let me know what you guys think.

Warning: Heavy Incest

You gazed longingly at the framed photo on your nightstand - your mother in her prime, radiant smile beaming at the camera. With a guilty pang, you reached for it, fingertips tracing her outline. You knew it was wrong but couldn't stop the flood of inappropriate thoughts.

Just then, a gentle knock at your bedroom door made you jump. "Honey, are you okay? You've been awfully quiet tonight," your mother's concerned voice said.

Hastily, you shoved the photo under your pillow. "I-I'm fine, Mom," you called back, voice cracking slightly. "Just tired from work."

"Alright, sweetie. Let me know if you need anything." Her footsteps retreated down the hall.

You let out a shaky breath, simultaneously relieved and disappointed that she hadn't come in. Retrieving the photo and pulling your pants back on you headed out.  To your surprise, the door wasn’t closed but you were happy that she hadn’t seen what you were doing. 

Hey Mom, what are you doing back home so soon? I thought you were meeting Auntie Yoona and Yuri today. 

“I was baby, but we decided to call it a day fast because I didn’t want to leave you home alone for so long,” Seohyun says. 

This wasn’t anything new for your mother as she has always been very protective of you but what you found much more weird was the fact that your mother hasn’t tried to hug you yet. She loved hugs and that’s the first thing she always did when she saw you. 

It was a little surprising because you also loved those hugs, using them as a chance to hold her curvy body in between your arms, feel her breasts squeeze up against you, and the scent of Vanilla from her hair. 

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should bring up the lack of a hug. But before you can say anything, Seohyun speaks again.

"Sweetie, why don't you come sit with me on the couch? We need to talk about something."

Her tone is serious, and you feel a twinge of anxiety in your stomach. You follow her to the living room, watching as she settles onto the sofa. She pats the spot next to her, and you sit down, noticing how she keeps a bit more distance between you than usual.

"What's going on, Mom?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

Seohyun takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours. "I've noticed what you were doing in your room earlier. I think we should address this."

Your heart races, and you feel a rush of heat on your face. You hadn't realized she'd seen anything. You try to swallow, but your mouth has gone dry.

"I... I don't know what you mean," you stammer, but even as the words leave your mouth, you know it's a feeble attempt at denial.

Seohyun's expression softens slightly, but her eyes remain serious. "Sweetie, I know this is uncomfortable, but we need to be honest with each other. I saw you looking at those pictures on your computer. The ones of... me."

Your stomach drops. You'd thought you were being so careful, always clearing your browser history, never leaving any traces. But somehow, she'd caught you.

"Mom, I can explain," you begin, but you're not sure how to continue. How do you explain the feelings you've been grappling with, the confusion and desire that have been tormenting you for months? How do you tell your mother that you've developed feelings for her that go far beyond what's appropriate?

Seohyun takes a step closer, and you instinctively back away until you feel the wall behind you. You're trapped, both physically and emotionally.

"Honey, I'm not angry," she says softly. "I'm just... concerned. And a little confused. Can you help me understand what's going on?"

You close your eyes, wishing you could disappear. But you know you can't avoid this conversation any longer. With a shaky breath, you open your eyes and meet her gaze but close them again.

"I don't know how it happened," you whisper. "I've tried to fight it, to ignore these feelings, but I can't. Mom, I... I think I'm in love with you."

Your eyes remain closed as you take a shaky breath, trying to find the right words. The silence stretches on, punctuated only by the pounding of your heart. 

"I... I don't know how to explain it," you finally manage. Your voice comes out as barely more than a whisper. "It's not something I chose or wanted. These feelings just... developed over time."

You open your eyes to see your mother's face etched with worry. She reaches out and gently touches your arm. The contact sends a jolt through you.

"When did this start?" Seohyun asks.

"I'm not sure exactly. Maybe a few months ago? At first, I tried to ignore it, to push the thoughts away. But they kept coming back stronger." 

You look down, unable to meet her gaze. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know it's wrong. I've tried to get rid of them but no matter what I tried, I always ended up back where I started. 

You feel your mother's hand gently squeeze your arm. "Sweetheart, look at me," she says softly. You slowly raise your eyes to meet hers, expecting to see disappointment or disgust. Instead, her gaze is filled with understanding and compassion.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Seohyun says firmly. "Your feelings are valid, even if they're complicated. I'm glad you felt you could open up to me about this."

She pulls you into a warm embrace. You relax into her arms, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. 

"Why don't we sit down and talk more?" your mother suggests. "I want to understand what you're going through."

The both of you sit down and you begin to tell her what you have been doing, Seohyun listens without saying a single word, sitting next to you with her legs folded. 

“Mom, are you sure it's fine for me to keep going? I know this isn’t what you expected from me.” 

All of a sudden, Seohyun pushes your back onto the couch.

“Baby you have no idea how much I have held myself back.  Just hearing how you feel about me made me feel so wet, Look” 

Seohyun holds you down with your hands above your head,  and moves her pelvis closer to your face, showing you the wet spot on her leggings. 

Shocked would be an understatement of how you were feeling right now, you couldn’t get any words out. 

“Your body is so fucking perfect baby, I love skinny men, and you are just the perfect size for me unlike your father, so fat and ugly he is. I am so happy that you are nothing like him, baby.” 

She traces your body, her fingers lingering over your collarbone and shoulder. 

“Your body is just so perfect for a goddess like me. Look at how sexy I am, my body is literal perfection and it deserves to be worshipped doesn’t it.” Seohyun asks. 

All you can do is nod. 

“That’s a good boy. Now stay still for mommy,” Seohyun says as she lets go of your hands and takes off her leggings along with those panties. 

“Fuck Mommy, your body is so perfect. Those legs and lovely shaved pussy,” You say as you admire her body.  

“I know baby” 

“Mommy can you come kiss me please! I wanna hold your face and enjoy this moment,” 

Seohyun obliges and kisses her son, a deep and passionate one. Tongues fighting with each other but Seohyun’s winning. 

After what felt like hours, she pulls away from you. “Give your hands baby,” 

You oblige, Seohyun ties your hands together with her leggings. 

“Mommy, why are you tying my hands,” You ask, surprised and also annoyed because you wanted to hold her and feel her perfect body. 

“Yes baby, I am the one in control here and you will do anything I say won’t you, my pretty boy?”

“Yes Mommy, I will be a good boy for you,” you reply all your worries from earlier disappearing. All you wanted to do was make your mommy happy. 

Your mother's pussy was now right in front of your face, a few inches away from your mouth. You had dreamed about such a day, the smell was so perfect, a little hint of her sweat but that made it more addicting. 

You put your tongue out trying to get a taste of her pussy but you were stopped by your hair being pulled. 

“Did I tell you to lick my pussy?” Seohyun says. In the same voice, she uses when you do something stupid. 

“No…” you were shocked by her tone but something about the way she was controlling you was turning you on in a way that you didn’t know was possible. 

“Good, you will only do things that I say, anything more or anything less you will be punished okay? Pretty boy,”

“Yes Mommy,” You liked how this situation turned out even more now. You were always a submissive guy so this was a dream come true.

“Now, go ahead and have a taste of this heavenly pussy,” Seohyun allows you. Wanting to savor the moment, you take a deep breath of her scent and dive into it. Her pussy tasted amazing, it was sweet and addictive. 

You licked her pussy as your life depended on it, occasionally flicking your tongue against her clit. Seohyun’s moans filled the room. It was like music to your ears. 

Seohyun grabbed onto your hair pulling it and the pain is making this pleasure even better. 

“Fuck, baby boy, keep going! You are going to make Mommy cum, keep going. Don’t you dare fucking stop? Keep fucking going baby!” Seohyun screamed. Her pleasure was getting to her. 

Soon after, Seohyun goes over the edge, squirting all over your face, her thighs crushing your head. You lick up every single drop of it. 

“You did such an amazing job baby boy! Mommy should reward you for being such a good boy. Don’t move and let mommy take care of you” 

Seohyun pulls down your pants and out comes your hard cock. Amazed by its sheer size.”I didn’t know you grew so much, baby.” 

She wraps her hand around your cock slowly pumping it. Her hands felt so perfect around your cock, the warmth of her hands so perfect. 

“Mommy, that feels so good!” You moan. 

Your moans were like music to Seohyun’s ears, she wanted to hear more. So she gives your cock a little kiss on the tip before putting it into her mouth, her head bobbing as her tongue works its way around the tip.

It was a struggle to not cum within a few seconds. It took all the concentration you had but it was getting too much. You try to stop her with your hands and it works but to your dismay, your mother's eyes meet yours and she isn’t happy. 

A sudden sting on your cheek brings you back to reality, Seohyun had just slapped you. “WHAT THE FUCK Mom!” 

But the only reply you get is another slap.

“What did I tell you? I told you to stay still, didn’t I?” 

You were stunned but replied, “You did, I’m sorry Mommy it was getting too much for me,”

“I know baby but mommy wants your cum, you will give it to her won’t you?” Seohyun says, her puppy eyes staring into yours. 

“Yes Mommy, Anything for you,” You didn’t have it in you to say no to anything that she asked for especially when she used those puppy eyes. 

She restarted her assault on your cock and this time she was dead set on making you cum. Her head bobbing so fast, this time you did your best to keep your hands above. 

“Hnghh, Mommy I’m cumming!!” 

Seohyun speeds up and within a few seconds, you cum down her throat. This was probably the strongest orgasm that you have ever had. It was mind-numbing to you. Seohyun swallowed every single drop of your cum. 

“Mhmm that was quite the load you were saving up for me, baby.” 

The orgasm had hit you like a truck and you were recovering slowly from it. “Amazing Mommy, that was the best orgasm that I’ve ever had,” 

“I know baby, and this is just the beginning we haven’t even got to the main event yet.” 

“Oh yeah? I can’t wait to see how much better the main event is going to be Mommy.”

“Let me ride my baby boy, I want to feel your cock stretching out my tight pussy.” Seohyun says. Stradling your body and lining your cock. 

She teases you, not putting it in, rubbing your cock on her pussy coating it with her juices. You wanted to put it in so badly but you knew better than to be impatient, but there was only so much you could take. 

“Mommy, please put it in,” you beg.

She obliges, slowly sliding your cock into her tight pussy, this is what you imagined heaven would feel like. 

“Fuck! Baby, your big fat cock is stretching me out so good, I miss this feeling so fucking much, your tiny dick father could never stretch me like this,” Seohyun moaned, her hands gripping onto your chest as she adjusted to your length.

“Mommy your pussy is so fucking tight!” You moaned. 

Seohyun was riding you like there was no tomorrow, the pleasure slowly taking over her brain and ignoring your hands that were now groping at her perfect tits. 

Everything was so perfect. Your mother continued to ride you as you played with her tits. One of her hands rubbing her clit. 

The sight of your cock going in and out of your mother's pussy was addicting, Your mother loved it just as much as you, she loved it a lot more. Her hips were moving in ways that you didn’t know were possible and that was bringing you closer to your orgasm. 

With how much your dick was twitching inside Seohyun’s pussy she knew that you wouldn’t be able to last longer but she couldn’t have that, not when she hasn’t even cum yet. 

You felt Seohyun slap you, it wasn’t like the one before this one was harder, before you could protest another one landed. You were shocked. 

“Mommy, what did I do?” You questioned. 

“Nothing baby, I just didn’t want you to cum so soon. Mommy is close but you have to make her cum more than once. She desperately misses sex,” Seohyun moaned as her nails dug into your arms. 

The pain really helped get your mind off your orgasm but you were enjoying the pain, it was different, it felt perfect receiving pain from the one woman you loved more than yourself.

“Mommy’s cumming baby boy, pound her hard and fast, don’t you dare fucking cum or stop until I say so,” Seohyun instructs and you do exactly that. There wasn’t much gap between Seohyun and the bed but you did your best to pound into her and she was enjoying it. 

After a few seconds of hard pounding, Seohyun pulls your cock out of her pussy and squirts all over your body. It was a strong one given how much squirt was on your body and also how long it took your mother to recover from it. 

As soon as she recovers from her orgasm, she begins chasing her next one, hoping it is stronger than the last, her dominant side takes over and she begins choking you all while still riding you.

The lack of oxygen and the tightness of Seohyun’s pussy was bringing you dangerously close to your orgasm. 

‘Mommy-” Before you can warn your mother, your cum, squirting your seed into the depths of your mother's tight pussy. 

“Oh my God, what a naughty boy you are. Cumming inside me without permission. Since this is your first time. I am going to let this go.” 

Seohyun stays on your cock for a few more seconds before finally getting off. A glob of your semen leaks out of her freshly fucked pussy. Seohyun is a little surprised by this. 

“Oh my! Were you trying to get your mother pregnant? Look at how much cum you dumped in my pussy,” Seohyun says before bending down to lick up the glob of cum that leaked out of her pussy. 

“I’m sorry, Mom,” you reply, a little guilty for cumming inside of her without her permission. 

“Haha, don’t take it seriously. I was just kidding. Go on clean up. Your father might be coming home earlier than expected today,” Seohyun says before untying your hands and walking toward the master bedroom.

Heading your mother’s warning, you pick up your clothes and head to your room to wash up. Just as your mother had predicted, your father returned an hour after your sex session. 

**********

The next few days were uneventful. Neither of you spoke about what had happened that night. Maybe it was because both of you were avoiding the responsibility of confronting the situation, but more than anything, it seemed like your father’s presence at home gave you both an excuse to ignore it. He had taken a few days off, and the house was unusually busy with him being around.

You spent most of your time outside, either at the gym or hanging out at a friend’s place, unable to bear the sight of your father acting all affectionate with your mother. For some reason, it rubbed you the wrong way—seeing them that way, so close and content, stirred something uncomfortable deep within you.

One afternoon, you came home to find your mother sitting at your desk, using your computer. Before you could see what she was looking at, she quickly closed all the windows and got up, leaving the room without a word. It was strange—completely out of character for her. She had never gone through your things before, much less without asking your permission.

Shrugging it off, you spent the next few hours immersed in your video games. When dinner time rolled around, you went downstairs. Dinner proceeded as usual, with the usual exchanges between your parents. Just as you were beginning to let your guard down, something unexpected happened: beneath the table, your mother’s foot slowly slid onto your lap.

Her toes pressed against your groin.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your body tensed involuntarily. It was difficult not to react, especially with your father sitting right next to her, obliviously eating. She didn’t look at you, not once, her expression calm and composed as if nothing unusual was happening.

That was the only noteworthy event of the evening. Afterward, things seemed to return to normal—as normal as they could be.

************

The following evening, the air in the house felt unusually heavy. You kept thinking about the small, strange moments you had shared with your mother over the last few days—moments you didn’t know how to interpret.

Later that night, when you were in your room, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, you heard the faintest sound of anklets jingling from outside your door.

The door creaked open, and there she stood—your mother, Seohyun, bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. But tonight, she wasn’t dressed in her usual attire. She was wearing an intricate Indian outfit—a flowing saree draped elegantly over her body. The rich fabric shimmered as she stepped into the room, each movement accompanied by the soft chime of her anklets.

Her bare feet carried silver toe rings that glinted under the low light, and a thin chain rested delicately around her waist, adorned with a small stomach ring that peeked from beneath the edge of her saree. She wore a nose ring—simple yet striking—and it enhanced the sharpness of her features. She looked both foreign and familiar, like a dream plucked from the depths of your subconscious. 

Your heart pounded as she closed the door quietly behind her, locking it with a soft click.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice low, almost a whisper. There was no mistaking the intent behind her gaze—she knew exactly what she was doing.

How did she know? How had she figured out your fascination with Indian attire?

Before you could gather your thoughts, she crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps, her anklets jingling with every movement. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood clung to her skin, intoxicating. She knelt beside you, her fingers brushing lightly against your hand.

“You don’t have to hide it anymore,” she whispered, leaning closer. "I know."

 The room felt still, as though time had slowed. Your gaze traveled over her form, taking in every detail—the way the saree’s fabric clung to her curves, the shimmer of silver jewelry against her pale skin, and the way she carried herself with quiet grace.

Seohyun tilted her head slightly, her anklet chiming softly as she shifted her weight. "Do you like what you see?" she asked gently, her voice carrying warmth and curiosity as if she truly wanted to know what was in your heart.

You swallowed, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. “Yes... Goddess.” The word slipped from your lips without hesitation, as if it had always belonged there. It wasn’t just admiration—it was reverence, an acknowledgment of the deep, unspoken emotions that had grown over time. You weren’t merely looking at your mother; you were gazing at someone you now saw as something more—someone extraordinary.

A soft smile spread across her lips, filled with both amusement and understanding. She didn’t laugh at you or dismiss the way you had addressed her. Instead, she stood quietly, as if waiting for you to express what had been unspoken between the two of you.

You knelt in front of her, overwhelmed by the desire to honor her presence. With a deep breath, you lowered your head and kissed her feet. The cool metal of her toe rings brushed against your skin, and the faint scent of jasmine lingered in the air. It wasn’t about submission; it was about devotion.

She rested her hand lightly on your head, her touch soft and reassuring. "You don't have to be afraid," she whispered. "Mommy’s here."

Raising your head slowly, you gazed up at her. "I... I want to honor you, Goddess. To cherish every part of you."

Her expression softened, and she brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face. "Then honor me," she said simply, her voice steady and kind.

You sat quietly at her feet as you traced her body from her toes to her magnificent thighs. She stayed with you, the jingling of her anklets becoming a familiar, soothing sound. It felt as if the unspoken tension of the past days had finally lifted, replaced by something far more profound—a bond deeper than words, built on mutual respect and quiet admiration.

A rush of emotions surged through you—so many that it was difficult to sort them all out. Reverence, gratitude, admiration… but above all, an overwhelming sense of peace. It was as if the storm raging inside you for days had finally quieted, replaced by clarity.

Every small detail seemed magnified: the cool metal of her toe rings, the soft chime of her anklets, the smoothness of her skin beneath your touch. Your heart pounded, not with fear, but with a deep sense of purpose. Worshipping her wasn’t just an act—it felt like the truest way to express what words never could.

You marveled at her grace, the way the flowing fabric of her saree traced her silhouette like art in motion. Every inch of her felt like a masterpiece—each curve, each subtle movement speaking of beauty beyond the physical. It was not just about her appearance, but the aura she carried: the quiet strength, the kindness, the elegance that she exuded so effortlessly.

As your fingers brushed along her anklets, a strange warmth bloomed within you—something between awe and humility. You felt small in her presence, but not in a diminished way. It was the kind of smallness you might feel while standing beneath a starry sky, or gazing at a powerful painting—something grand, humbling, yet strangely comforting.

Your breath hitched as you looked up at her, and for a moment, you thought you saw something in her eyes—an understanding, perhaps, of what this moment meant to you. There was no awkwardness, no shame, only a quiet acceptance between the two of you.

Touching her feet, tracing the delicate rings she wore, filled you with a sense of connection that went deeper than any conversation ever could. It was as though you were communicating without words, speaking in gestures and glances, your emotions laid bare in the simplest of touches.

And as you gazed up at her, you felt a sense of belonging—like you were exactly where you were meant to be. In that quiet, sacred space, nothing else mattered. The world outside could wait. All that existed now was her, standing before you, radiant and serene.

The first thing you noticed was how soft and smooth her skin felt beneath your touch—like fine silk, cool yet welcoming. Her feet were elegant, with well-formed arches that gave them a graceful shape. The pale skin had a slight sheen, catching the soft light in the room. A light floral scent, perhaps from lotion or oil, lingered faintly, making the experience even more soothing.

Her toes were slender, each adorned with delicate silver rings that rested comfortably against her skin, their smooth surfaces cool under your fingertips. The rings glinted subtly, adding an extra layer of beauty to her already mesmerizing presence. Her nails were neatly trimmed and painted a soft shade of pink—simple yet refined, perfectly complementing the quiet elegance she carried.

The anklets wrapped around her slim ankles jingled gently with every movement, creating a rhythmic, calming sound. You felt the subtle weight of the anklets as you rested your forehead against her feet, the tiny charms brushing lightly against your skin.

Her soles were soft but carried a slight firmness from the natural wear of walking barefoot—enough to remind you of her strength without diminishing her delicacy. As your fingertips traced lightly along the curve of her heel, you noticed how her skin gave just a little under your touch, a perfect balance between tender and resilient.

There was warmth in her touch as she rested one foot against your hands as if to say she accepted your reverence. The slight pressure of her foot was neither heavy nor intrusive—just enough to make you feel grounded, connected, and fully present in the moment. 

As the quiet moment lingered, she reached out, her hand gently cupping your face with a softness that seemed to erase all your doubts. She looked at you, her eyes filled with warmth and a silent understanding, before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. Her closeness filled you with a sense of calm, and you felt yourself relax under her gentle touch.

She moved closer, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder as she brought her lips to yours in a delicate, almost tentative kiss. The touch was gentle, warm, and filled with a kindness that made your heartache. Her lips were soft, and the kiss was unhurried as if she wanted to savor every moment, every shared breath. It wasn’t about passion or intensity; it was about the quiet connection you both shared—a bond that felt comforting, familiar, and deeply rooted.

As she leaned in, the first kiss was soft and slow, but it quickly deepened, as if an unspoken energy had sparked between you both. Her hand slid up to your neck, fingers tracing lightly over your skin as her lips pressed to yours with more intensity. There was a hint of laughter in her eyes, a playful spark that made you feel like she was daring you to follow her lead.

Suddenly, she broke away, her fingers slipping from yours as she backed away with a teasing smile. She took a step backward, her gaze inviting you to follow. And then, with a quiet laugh, she turned and glided into the next room, her steps light and graceful. You didn’t hesitate—you chased after her, catching up just as she leaned back against the doorway, waiting for you with that same mischievous smile.

Your hands found hers, pulling her close as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders. The kiss was bolder this time, filled with an urgency that neither of you had fully realized until now. She pulled back again, just enough to make you chase her once more, her laughter echoing softly as she led you through the house.

In each room, you caught up to her, drawing her close as her fingers tangled in your hair, her lips meeting yours in passionate, lingering kisses that left you breathless. Her touch was tender, but her gaze was filled with a warmth that felt like both an invitation and a challenge.

Room by room, she led you, each time letting you catch her, only to playfully slip away with a smile that kept your pulse racing. Her laughter, her smile, her closeness—all of it filled you with a joy that felt deeper than words. You both moved in harmony, drawn together by the same unspoken connection, until finally, you reached a quiet space where you held each other, both breathless, both smiling, as you shared one last kiss filled with warmth and affection before Seohyun broke the silence.

“What a good boy you are. Seeing how much you were worshipping my feet, maybe I should give you a footjob,” Seohyun suggested. 

“Please Mommy”

“Take off your clothes for me,” Seohyun commanded, her tone unchanged but her voice sounded hypnotizing. 

You do exactly that, in a hurry, ripping pieces of our clothing away from your body. Seohyun admires your body like an artwork. She closes the gap between the both of you but the kiss you were expecting doesn’t come, instead she pushes you onto the bed. 

Seohyun follows you onto the bed. Her back rested against the headboard. “Come to me.” 

Seohyun’s thighs wrapping your body and her feet reach your hardened cock. The cold metal of her toe ring creates a novel sensation on your cock. Her anklet occasionally touches your thighs making a jingling sound. 

“Spit on your cock for me,” Seohyun commands. 

She spreads your spit all over your cock and she begins giving you a footjob. This was your first footjob, you never expected it to feel this good. The sound of her anklet ringing throughout the entire room. 

You were trying your best not to moan so soon. The kisses she was placing on your neck were distracting you from your rising orgasm. Her legs were moving in perfect motion giving you the most amount of pleasure. The sound of her anklet hypnotized you into a trance where pleasure was all you could think about. 

The orgasm that you were trying so hard to stop was now unstoppable, her hips unconsciously thrusting into your mother's feet. Seohyun noticed this and also how much your cock was throbbing. 

When you were almost at your peak, Seohyun pulled her feet away from your cock, leaving you completely devoid of any touch. 

“MOMMYY! I was just about to cum!” You whine, your voice filled with frustration. 

“I know baby but we don’t want this to end so soon now do we?” 

After a few seconds, Seohyun’s feet wrap around your cock again but this time they don’t move. “Mommy, pleaseeee” 

“If you want it so badly then why not fuck my feet then?” Seohyun suggests. Initially, you were a little reluctant because of how embarrassing it was but your lust eventually got the best of you. You began humping your mother's feet slowly. 

The pleasure and pace increase with every thrust. Eventually, the orgasm that had subsided was now within your reach. “Mommy, your feet feel so good. I’m gonna cum soon!” You moan. 

But again you were deprived of your release. “Mommy!” you scream and get out of her embrace.  

“Don’t be so impatient baby, your mommy will let you cum so be a good boy and keep humping my feet,” Seohyun says. 

Though you weren’t particularly happy about it you still enjoyed how good your mother’s feet felt around your cock. You went back to thrusting your cock in between her soft feet. Increasing your pace with every thrust, trying to chase your orgasm again not caring about how your mother would react to your disobedience. 

Seohyun could feel your thrusts getting more erratic, the way you were grunting turned your mother her hand playing with her clothed pussy but you were too preoccupied to notice it. 

The sudden increase in pace from earlier signaled to your soon impending orgasm but you were brought back to reality by a sharp slap, your cheek stinging. Seohyun grabs you by your hair, pulling you close to her. 

“You want to be a naughty boy? Do you know what happens to naughty boys?” 

You nod in reply. 

Seohyun yanks your hair again, “Use your pretty words, or are you so stupid that you can’t give me a proper reply?” 

“They get punished,” you reply. 

“Yes, they get punished. Stay here,” Seohyun says before leaving you alone in the room. 

The suspense was killing you, lying there on your bed completely naked. Not knowing what kind of punishment is awaiting you. The silence is broken by the sound of your mother’s anklet jingling echoing throughout the house. 

Seohyun returns to the room with a Whip in her hand, a small one but it was intimidating you a lot more than you would like to admit. You had never been hit before at least not like this. 

“Turn around, I wanna see that skinny ass of yours,” Seohyun commands. You do exactly as she asks.  

You could feel the coolness of the whip as it slides over your ass, and then you are struck, it wasn’t hard but enough to send a stinging sense of pain. 

“Hngh,” You let out a sound, trying your best not to scream. 

Surprisingly your dick was throbbing, the pain that was supposed to scare you was giving you pleasure. 

Another one but this type on your upper back, much harder than the previous one, you moaned out in pain. She continued to whip you, sometimes lightly, sometimes hard, but you loved every single one, crazing more. 

“Turn around,” and so you do 

Your mother immediately notices the massive boner that you were sporting and also the precum that was leaking from the tip of your penis. 

“Oh my what a naughty little slut you are, you were enjoying all this whipping?” Seohyun asks but you are too shy to reply. 

“I can’t believe that I’ve got a painslut on my hands,” Seohyun coos you as she leans in to kiss you. Both your bodies were covered with sweat, Seohyun’s body sliding against yours as she leaned into the kiss and onto your body. 

“My ideal man, you are the perfect man for me, your skinny body, your love for pain, and your fat cock, it’s meant for me and only me,” Seohyun whispers after cupping your face.

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore,” Soehyun says before aligning herself on your cock and slowly sinking into it. 

“THIS IS IT! This is the best fucking feeling ever. Your fat cock stretched my pussy so fucking good baby boy” Seohyun moans as her ass sits flat on your pelvis with your cock buried deep inside her tight pussy. 

Her pussy was just as you remember it, the closest thing to perfection. It was gripping onto your cock with the perfect amount of pressure. Seohyun’s sweat drips onto your face as she adjusts to your length. The room was too hot for the both of you but you couldn’t care more about the heat outside because the heat inside of you was burning you up and you needed your mother to feel just how much you loved her. 

“Mommy, please can you start moving, I don’t know how much longer I can stay like this,” You beg, Seohyun obliges your request and begins to slowly move her hips.

“Fuck!” You moan.

“Yes, this is it! Don’t you dare fucking cum this time without my permission,” Seohyun said as her ass bounced on your cock. The sound of wet bodies colliding with each other and her jewelry bouncing echoed throughout the room.

Seohyun’s tits bouncing right in front of you, mesmerizing. You grab onto them, and your hands sink into them, soft as feathery pillows. Using one of your hands you pinch one of her nipples that were as hard as rocks. With just one twist, your mother’s pussy tightened around you catching you off guard and almost making you cum. 

“You like that mommy? When I play with your sensitive nipples?” Seohyun yelps with increased pleasure. 

“I wonder if is squeeze hard enough, will milk come out Mommy?” you ask and pinch harder. 

“Hngh fuck! Mommy loves it baby keep going. Fuck a baby into me and I will give you all the milk you need my pretty boy,” Seohyun replies, the pleasure slowly getting to her.

Her grinding slows down, you take this as a chance to start thrusting into her. She was shocked by your sudden movements but she loved it, her moans grew louder almost sounding like screams. 

“Yes, that’s it! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” your mother screamed one last time before cumming and squirting all over your body. Her back bending in pure bliss, incoherent words spilling out of her mouth. Some of her squirt got into your mouth but you relished the sweetness of her juices.

Your cock was resting and throbbing on your abdomen as Seohyun recovered from the mind-shattering orgasm that she just had. Your breathing still labored from the intense pounding you just gave your mother.

“That was the best orgasm that I’ve ever had baby boy. Now it’s your turn, I can see your cock throbbing and begging for a release,” Seohyun says as she gets off you. 

“Now come and fuck your mommy till you cum deep inside her pussy and breed her,” Seohyun commands. 

Taking up her invitation. This was the first time that you were on top and had any sort of control in the bedroom with your mother. You lined yourself up and rubbed the entrance of her pussy and slapped your cock on her her clit occasionally. 

“I’m putting it in Mommy,” You warn her, slowly pushing into her. 

“You don’t have to be so gentle baby, Go ahead and fuck me like I am nothing but a fleshlight! Use your mommy and dump your cum into my fertile baby-making womb,” Seohyun moans.

You bottom out into her and start pounding without waiting for another second. The warmth and tightness brought back the orgasm that had subsided earlier. You were pounding hard and fast. Seohyun’s tits bouncing with every thrust. 

The bouncing tits were enticing you to grab them but all of a sudden something came over your mind and you give her boobs a hard slap causing a stinging sensation for Seohyun. 

“Yes just like that use me however you want! This body is your baby!” Your mother screamed loving the stinging sensation. 

You continue to give her boobs a few more hard slaps, her white pale skin was now bright red, and Seohyun’s eyes rolled to the back of her head with the immense pleasure she was feeling. Her mouth was open and spit drooling out without any control. 

It was only a matter of a few more seconds before you could no longer hold back and from the looks of it your mother was also closing in on another orgasm. Your thrusts grew more erratic.

“Fuck I’m cumming!” You scream. 

Seohyun can feel you pulling out and she can’t have that, she wraps her legs around your body caging you and keeping your cock buried deep inside her pussy. “Don’t you dare even think of trying to pull out? I need your hot cum filling up my tight pussy.” 

“THIS IS IT! FUCKK! Your cum is so fucking hot, it’s like my inside is being burned!” 

You were out of it, the pleasure from the orgasm was beyond what you had ever felt, it was destroying your brain, completely destroying your ability to form any thoughts or sentences. The only sound in the room was your grunts as you shot your last few spurts of cum. 

It took you a good few minutes before you were finally able to comprehend what you had just done and how perfect this moment was. 

“How are you feeling baby?” Your mother asked as she felt you slowly trying to pull out. 

“That was perfect mommy! But is it really okay for me to be cumming inside you like this? What if you get pregnant?” You question 

“That’s exactly what I want. I want to carry your baby” Seohyun says.  

The words that had just come out of your mother’s mouth were beyond shocking, it wasn’t something you had ever expected to hear. It took you a few seconds to process what you had just heard. 

“But what about father, what about everyone else no one will accept this!” You screamed, panic setting in. 

“It’s okay baby, We can run away from all this to a far-away country where no one knows the both of us. We can get married and enjoy the life we want.” Seohyun says. This is what you wanted but you needed to be realistic about it because starting a completely new life would be extremely hard. 

“It’s too difficult, I don’t even have enough money to support us for a month.” You retort. 

“Money is not of concern, baby. I’ve been making arrangements for a while now. I have more than enough to last us through the rest of our lives,” 

“How? I thought Dad paid for everything.” You questioned. 

“That’s a story for another time. Tell me, don’t you want to marry your mother and run away from this mess.”  

“I do, I want that so badly but I’m scared. I don’t know what will happen and I don’t want you to get hurt,” You reply 

“Don’t worry baby, we can figure it all out. I know that you would never hurt me intentionally,” Seohyun replies. 

The sweetness in her words flicked a switch in your mind. You knew you wanted this but those words gave you the push you so desperately needed. 

You kiss her, it is an innocent kiss filled with love and passion. Both your tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Something about this kiss felt perfect. 

If it wasn’t for the need to breathe the kiss would have gone on for much longer, you pull away from your mother, your forehead still on hers, lips mere centimeters away from each other. 

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Seohyun says and all you can do is nod, not finding the right words to express your love and gratitude. 

After laying together for a few seconds, you get up to admire your mother’s perfect body, from her perfect chubby face to her firm tits, to her perfectly sculpted stomach, and then to her pussy which had your cum leaking. 

The sight of your cum leaking from her pussy turned you on again and within no time you were hard again. Seohyun notices this. “Oh my, being young truly is an amazing gift. You aren’t satisfied even after all the things we just did” 

“Sorry, Mommy I will take care of it,” You reply but are pulled back into bed by your mother. 

“You will do no such thing. As long as I am here, the only one who gets to milk a load of cum from you is me, and only me. So come here and fuck your mother again but this time I want to do it in the washroom while we shower.”

Taking her up on the invitation you pick her up from the bed, her legs wrapped around your body, face to face with you. You line yourself up with her pussy and slide it in, there was almost no resistance given how wet and cum filled it was. 

You start thrusting up slowly, her moans filling up the room. While still thrusting, you slowly walk toward the washroom. 

The both of you were still sensitive from the last time, so you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Seohyun turns the shower on with one of the hands that was wrapped around your neck. The hot water hits your back, your thrusts increase in pace. Seohyun’s body is now pressed in between the wall and your body. 

Your mother’s pussy was tightening around you, her nails digging into the back of your neck, and the hot water causing a stinging pain. 

“I can’t hold on much longer baby, please let’s cum together, I need you to fill up your mother's tight pussy again! I beg you!” Seohyun scream. 

Your thrusts growing more erratic and harsh, not caring about anything or than your orgasm. Seohyun ends up cumming a little earlier than you and a few seconds after her you follow, flooding her pussy full of all the cum that you have left. 

“FUCK!” You grunt as your cum floods Seohyun’s pussy. 

The both of you don’t move, the scene in front of you is something that you would love to see every day. Seohyun’s face drained and your cock was the cause of that. 

Mesmerized by her beauty you place kisses all over her chubby perfect face. Seohyun loved those little kisses. Just as you are about to pull out, Seohyun stops you.

“Leave it in there baby, I don’t want a single drop of your cum to go to waste,” Seohyun says. 

******

It’s been three years since your mind-blowing sex in the washroom. The both of you had now moved to a remote estate in Poland, a place where no one recognized your mother or you. 

It was no longer just the two of you, Soehyun had given birth to your baby boy 2 years ago and she was now pregnant again with your child. It was initially difficult for you to adjust to but you had gotten used to it. You were now working in a small company, under an alias. 

Life was perfect like this. Every evening when you came back home you were greeted by your perfect wife/mother. After dinner, you guys still had the same amount of passion in the bedroom, and sex was still as hot and exciting as ever, sometimes you both went overboard with all the sex but it was fine. This is the life you had imagined and loved.   

[shushmal]

merman steve pt 2

a continuation of this for @spectrum-spectre, now with some pre-steddie~!

Henderson is skulking around in the cereal aisle when Eddie spots him.

The kid has been a bit of enigma to Eddie since he met him at the beginning of last fall semester. Dustin had a tight group of friends, but often times, he caught the gang of them sans Henderson and the fact seemed to annoy the hell out of them.

"He just goes off on on his own sometimes," Baby Beyers would say.

"He won't tell anyone where or why or with who," Mini Wheeler would snarl.

"And it's definitely not to talk to his girlfriend, because we hear ALL about that," Big Sinclair would sigh, rolling his eyes.

So catching kid creeping around the grocery store minus the rest of his party, after hearing many complains of his mysterious disappearances? Color Eddie intrigued.

"Hendersooon," Eddie sang, wrapping an arm around Dustin's neck to keep him from escaping. "Whatcha doing?"

"Eddie!" he said brightly, grinning at him. "Just buying some snacks. Hey, which cereal do you think a fish can eat?"

Eddie stares at him for a moment, blinking. "Uh..."

Henderson's face scrunches up. "I guess he's not really a fish though, so I'll try whatever." He grabs a box of Honey Combs from the shelf.

"Dude, are you keeping a sea turtle at your house again? You know that's illegal."

"No!" Henderson snaps, flushing. "And I was going to take Dart back after show and tell, I had already promised Steve!"

"Steve?" That was a new name. Eddie hadn't heard Henderson talk about a Steve before, and the guy was kind of a motormouth and a terrible liar. The only time Eddie had seen him actually avoid a topic was when his little disappearing acts were brought up. "Who's Steve?"

Henderson's eyes go comically wide. "No-one! I don't know any Steves!"

Eddie knew at least three Steves, and two were in Henderson's grade. "Uh-huh."

"Anyways," Dustin says, clutching the box of Honey Combs to his chest as he backs down the aisle. "I gotta go man, nice seeing you, bye!"

Bemused, Eddie watches him go. He's planning to give Henderson a five minute head start before he goes to tail him, but apparently, he needn't to have planned a stake out after all. Henderson finds him again, two aisles over, panting and red-faced.

"Actually, can you give me a ride?"

🧜‍♂️

"Eddie," Henderson says, voice even more serious and deadly than the time the party took on Vecna last month during their campaign. "I need you to swear that you will never, ever tell anyone about what I'm going to show you."

Eddie cocks a brow at him. "Is this a drugs thing? Dude, you—"

"No!" Henderson snaps. "This is not a drug thing! This is a very serious life and death thing, and I need you to swear on you life you won't tell anyone about it."

"Dude," Eddie says, a little in awe. He stares out his windshield for a moment where they're still parked just outside of town. He can hear sounds of the ocean just past the ridge, waves crashing on the cliffs. It's a remote little area, opposite of the tourist favored beaches. Eddie, in fact, deals just a few miles down the shoreline from here. "Did you bring me out here to kill me? Are you the world's dorkiest serial killer?"

"Eddie." Eddie turns to look at him. His face is grave, brows furrowed with real worry. "I'm serious."

"Okay... Okay, then."

"You have to swear."

"I swear."

And just like that, Henderson's face breaks into a bright smile. "I knew I could trust you!" he crows, grabbing up his bag from the store and kicking open his door.

Eddie stumbles out of his van after him, listening intently as they pick their way over the rocks.

"He's so cool, Eddie, you're going to love him. He totally saved my life when I was like ten and I got pulled out on a rip tide. Like, I really almost died dude and then he just swims up out of no where and helps me catch my breath. Helps me float there while I'm freaking out too until the life guard finally came out to get me. It was crazy! I come out here all the time to visit him, I think he gets a little lonely. So it's good you're here, I've been trying to think of someone else to introduce him to, but it's hard to figure out who's going to freak out and try to sell him to Sea World, or something."

They crest over the hill to a tiny little cove bitten out of the rocky shore, and carefully begin to make their way back down to the water's edge. Eddie's still not entirely sure Henderson hasn't brought him here to die. Maybe Steve is the serial killer and he uses Henderson as bait.

"Okay, okay," Dustin says, once they reach the water. It's calmer here, the cliffs cutting this spot off from the larger waves. "Are you ready to see the coolest thing EVER?"

"Uh, sure, kid—"

Eddie doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence when he starts yelling.

"STEVE THIS IS EDDIE I BROUGHT HIM TO MEET YOU I PROMISE IT'S SAFE!"

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hisses, covering his ears. The lungs on this kid! "What the fuck dude— WHAT THE FUCK!!"

Because when he looks down, there is a face in the water. Eddie falls back on his ass, uncaring of the water soaking his jeans, and screams when the face in the water rises up out the ocean.

It looks pissed.

"Dustin," it says, glaring at Eddie. Eddie screams again, because it—the guy—the mermaid lifts himself fully onto the rocks, and he doesn't have any legs. Because he has a fucking tail.

A fucking fish tail.

"Steve!" Dustin cheers. "You came out."

"You sure?" the goddamn mermaid asks, finally taking his piercing, alien eyes off of Eddie to look at him. "Sure it safe?"

"Absolutely," Dustin says hastily, crouching beside Eddie to put his hands on his shoulders. "Eddie just screams a lot, I promise you, he's totally safe."

"R-Right," Eddie says, because he does not want to be eaten. Maybe Dustin's been dragging unsuspecting victims here to feed his pet goddamn mermaid instead of a serial killer. "Totally safe, that's me."

Steve, the goddamn fucking mermaid, looks him up and down doubtfully, and it's terrifying having those eyes on him, unnaturally yellow surrounded by black. His face is distressingly human, nose and mouth and ears with a mop of dark hair on his head. He has these bright shimmering scales across his cheekbones that dot down his jaw and neck, iridescent and glimmering in the afternoon sun. Eddie can't bring himself to look down further, scared and enraptured all at once.

Steve is terrifying and beautiful to look at.

"Fine," says Steve and pushes himself gracefully back into the water, disappearing into the dark depths.

"What the fuck," Eddie breathes. He looks up at Dustin with wide eyes. "Dude, what the fuck."

Dustin just grins down at him. "Isn't he the coolest?!"

[madhatterbri]

Acquainted | D.P.

Summary: Damian likes that he is acquainted with a dancer.

Author's Note: Y/N works in a dance club in this. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️

Damian Priest Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @mrsarcherofinfamy @brideofinfamy @new-zealand-chic @magicalbuttertarts @miss-kuki-nz @terrortwinunicorn @hotwheels1108

He opened the front door. The moonlight shined on Y/N. Her high heels clicked against the cobblestone steps to his home. A skin-tight dress clung to her body. Hair and makeup were done as if she were on the red carpet.

Damian remembered the first time he saw Y/N. He was at a club with a couple of his boys. They just needed a night out. Newly single, he wasn't looking for love. He certainly didn't expect it at this place.

Smoke fogged up the place. Men and women sat at the tables and watched the women. They were pretty entertaining until his eyes landed on her. When their eyes locked on each other, it was game over for him. He had to know more.

Car lights poked through his living room window. Thoughts of meeting Y/N left his mind. A smile crept on his face. The night they met was no longer important. She was here. He was going to be in for one hell of a night.

"You came," he pointed out. The wrestler bit the inside of his cheek. He couldn't believe he said something so obvious.

She hummed in response. Her hand grabbed his cheeks. His chocolate brown eyes stared into hers. A smile poked through on her normally serious demeanor. Their lips met for a kiss. While their lips touched, she spoke. "You going to let me in?"

Damian nodded briefly. He opened the door for Y/N. The dancer walked into the house. The streets were void of any life. He couldn't imagine the rumors that would start if anyone found out she came in.

Not far behind her, he locked the door behind him. Y/N walked towards his bedroom. The Boricua followed closely behind her. He stopped the moment she did.

Her back pressed against the wall, and her fingers grabbed the collar of his shirt. Damian placed a hand on the wall. Their lips locked. She pulled his bottom lip with her teeth.

He gasped in the kiss. Her hands unbuckled his belt. His jeans and underwear slid down his legs. As his clothes went south, so did she.

Short moans echoed down the hallway. Her tongue licked from the base of his dick to the head. She kissed the tip of him. Her tongue worked its way around the head.

Damian cursed and sucked his teeth. His brown eyes watched in awe as his cock disappeared into her mouth. His hand on the wall turned into a fist.

Y/N bobbed her head on him. Short thrusts from his hips pushed him deeper. She reached out and grabbed the hand by his side. His hand found its way into her hair. He gripped her hair and controlled the motion. Damian felt her throat relax to take more of him.

"I'm close,"

The words hung in the air. He half expected her to move, yet she continued to swallow him. When his pants quickened, she stilled as he came down her throat. His orgasm washed over him. He hadn't felt this refreshed in a long time.

His pants and underwear were forgotten in the hallway. Her fist bunched up on his shirt. She entered his room first. Her fingers brushed his tanned abs and chest. He brought up his hands for his shirt to go.

When they made it to his bed, Y/N continued to take the lead. Her dress left in a pool on the floor. She performed the lap dance routine he gave him back at the club. Her lips kissed every part of his now naked body. All the blood rushed to his groin. In no time at all, she had him ready for round two.

She pushed his chest for him to lay down. He happily laid on his back. Straddling his waist while on her knees, she slowly slid down on him. Over stimulated, she brought her head back. Eyes fluttered as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

He hissed the moment her nails dug into his chest. She rolled her hips. Sounds of pleasure filled the room. His hands gripped her hips. He bounced her up and down on his cock.

His second orgasm came crashing down on him. Hers followed not long after. They remained still while they caught their breath. Y/N removed herself from on top of him. No other words were spoken between them as she left.

Damian stared at the ceiling above him. A smirk appeared on his face. He was happy they were acquainted.

[octuscle]

Now open under new management (remake)

Edward Parker III rolled down the car window a crack. Peter, his driver, had switched off the air conditioning to save fuel. The fuel gauge was practically at 0.00. Here, in the middle of nowhere, they had no mobile network. The last Google message said that a petrol station would appear at some point. And Peter claimed that it should open in five minutes. Open from 10:40 am. Strange opening times. Edward's stomach grumbled. Something had gone wrong at breakfast. The car desperately needed a gas pump. And he needed a toilet just as badly. Then, like an oasis in the desert, a building appeared in the middle of endless cornfields and pastures full of stupidly staring cattle. It was 10:39:50 a.m. when Peter steered the car into the dusty gas station with the last drop of gas. At 10:40 sharp, Edward yanked open the car door and jumped out. And the moment his spotless Oxfords touched the ground, the neon sign flashed. Open!

Edward ran towards the little store where the neon sign was shining. He was far too intent on not wetting his pants to notice the leather soles of his shoes turning into a firm rubber tread. When he pushed the door handle down, he got something like an electric shock. He didn't care. The store was empty. His palm became calloused. His fingernails were black. There was a door at the back labeled "Private". Hopefully there was a toilet there. Thank God the door was open. And thank God there was a toilet. In the middle of a room full of tools, car tires and packages. It stank miserably. But Edward didn't care at all. He had already undone his belt while running, unzipped his trousers, pulled them down and dropped onto the dirty toilet seat at the last moment. And he had to shit like never before in his life. The stench was overwhelming. But the relief was immense. Edward finally relaxed again. But only for a second. Then his eyes fell on the dirty biker boots. They contained a pair of completely filthy jeans, pulled down as far as they would go. And what was even more irritating: his right hand was the hand of a construction worker, the sleeve of his shirt had disappeared. And the fabric of the right sleeve of his jacket was also coming undone. And on his chest and back, the color changed from a navy blue to a washed-out red. What the hell was going on here?

Even greater than the panic was the disgust at the stench. His left hand, still freshly manicured, reached for the toilet flush. And again he was hit by an electric shock. Panicked, he watched as his fingernails became dirty and his hand calloused. Edward's gaze fell between his legs. That wasn't his circumcised, shaved penis. That was a cheesy, hairy cock. Much bigger than it normally was. Edward had to get out of here! He hastily wiped his ass. A tight, hairy ass, sitting there on a familiar toilet seat. A man needs a good place to shit. Hehehe, this was a good place to shit. Stumbling, Edward stood up, his head spinning. He looked in the mirror. That was still his head. But the rest of him? His stiff white collar and tie knot vanished into thin air, revealing a well-toned chest. The last remnants of the finest navy blue wool on his upper left arm disappeared, and the transformation of his jacket into a washed-out and worn-out tank top was complete. I look like a fucking hillbilly, were his last thoughts before he grew a scruffy three-day fuzzy beard. His $100 haircut became a home-cut mullet. Damn, the greasy hair hadn't been washed in a while.

Loud honking from outside. "Damn, I've taken a shit! Can't you wait?" Edward shouted. He wiped his hands on the dirty cloth stuck in his pants. Washing hands was for sissies in the city. He entered the yard of his gas station.

Hehehe, he knew the dirty truck that was parked there at the gas pump. "Pete's services of all kinds" was written on the door. And Pete Jr. was hanging in the cab with a visible bulge. "Eddy, don't you always promise the best service at your gas station?" said Pete with a grin. Ed spat out the chewing tobacco and licked his lips. "Go ahead, gas station attendant. The belt buckle won't undo itself!"

Full service and guaranteed customer satisfaction. That's what Ed's gas station was famous for.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Birthday Planning

SO! Fun fact. I was kinda running out of ideas.

Then I had THIS idea.

And well. After the last ride? We deserve cuteness don't we? ;)

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No edits we diving right in! (pppst. @spotaus I got the new installment get in here ;) )

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"Horror! Wait up!"

Horror blinks as he turns back around and searches the crowd. It only takes him a moment to spot the excited bunny monster. He tries to give a smile while he waits for a moment for the other to catch up.

Ellie stops before him panting harshly as she leans against him "Oh god." more pants and weezes.

Horror tilts his skull as he keeps the other steady "Hello Ellie... something wrong?" Maybe she needed help or something?

Ellie manages to pull herself upright again adn smiles brightly "Nothing is wrong! It is just I had something very important to ask you guys and saw you so i sprinted all the way over here."

Horror nods and gives her a look "What did you want to ask?"

Ellie grins widely "When is Nightmare's birthday? Like. No worries! I get that you guys havent been here for quite a year yet and with everything going on especially the whole kidnaping thing. we get you guys want the first birthday to just be you guys but Dani realised we still had some of our better quality cherry jams left over and I got the amazing idea to use those in a birthdya cake but! Well.. you know... gotta know when the birthday is. and we both figured it hadn't happened yet as you guys hadn't mentioned yet... so... When is it? And all you guys birthdays for that matter."

horror needs a moment to process all the information she just dropped on him. When he realised what she was asking he realised a tiny problem.

They all come from different universes and the calanders were not the same.

Worse.

Horror isn't even sure if Nightmare even has a birthday he celebrates. They never celebrated it as the castle.

Horror looks down at the groceries in his arms before looking at Ellie "Is it... okay I give an answer later?"

Ellie frowns before her eyes shoot up to his skull and hole and she cringes and rubs her neck as she looks abcka t his face. sheepish smile on her face "Right... sorry. That... that was a lot at once wasn't it? Just... think about it okay? And you guys got our number!" she takes a few steps backwards, almost bumping into someone before she disappears into the crowd again.

Horror sighs in relievve, crisis averted. Now.

When the fuck are their birthdays in this world anyway?

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Horror returned home to his datemates and their kid. Horror still feels his soul pulse happily even at just the thought.

They sit together in the nest while their dinner cooks slowly in their oven. It is an old stone oven and Horror loves it. it is sturdy and takes up a lot of space but he love using it.

Killer frowns as he is still staring at his phone "I mean... We can just pick dates and call it a day? It isn't like I was still celebrating my own birthday back in my universe anyway. I only started that up again with you guys in the castle."

Dust hums his agreement and Cross nods too "True! XTale also wasn't big on birthdays unless it were the once which marked important ages. I am down to just pick one and call it."

Nightmare frowns as he looks between them before pushing closer to Dust "Not like it matters. It isn't like i am growing and stuff."

Dust nudges Nightmare's skull with his own and mutters softly "Hey... what did Fauna say?"

Ngihtmare doesn't say anything and just pushes clsoer to Dust.

Dust doesn't look like he is bothered by this at all as he just nudges Nightmare gently again "Come on... what did the nice deer doctor lady say?"

Ngihtmare grumbles but actually answers this time "That I won't grow until i am healed."

Dust nods "exactly. As long as you are healing you won't grow. Which, she told us is a normal response for children to have as their bodies and magic are much more fragile." he bonks their skulls together softly "Which means. You will stay our adorable six year old until you are healed fullly. Including physical, mental and magic health."

Nightmare looks down embarresed and mutters "should be healed by now... I am a god..."

Dust looks unimpressed "You are also a six year old who lived his whole life being abused and hurt and when you finally had the power to defend yourself you had to do an adult god's duty." he nuzzles him "Take your time. We aren't in a hurry and any monster knows what it means if a child isn't growing."

Nightmare relaxes a bit and nods. accepting Dusts words.

Dust looks content as he glances up before looking slightyl embarresed as he tubs his hood closer around his skull "what?"

Horror then realises he is staring and a glacne confirms to are Cros and Killer. Cross looks completely enchanted and Killer is straight up cooing. Yeah no wonder Dust is getting shy. He was the same when the four of them spoke about dating.

Horror smiles at Dust before taking his chance to say something "Well. We better pick a birthday for him." Horror smiles at Nightmare "Or do you have one we don't know about Night?"

Ngihtmare shrugs and mutters "Dream and I were born on the longest day of the year... I don't know which date it was in our universe and when it is in other universes."

Killer groans "Of course it was on the sunniest day of the universe- ugh." Killer shoots Cross a glare but Cross jsut sends him a warning look back.

Horror agrees. Killer would have no doubt said something about either Dream or Nim and neither of them matter. At all. Not when they have a babybones that probably never even had anyone celebrate his birthday.

Dust stays on task as he hums in thought "Well... we could figure out when the longest day is here... and say that is your birthday? usually those fall in summer."

Killer shoots upright "or! We can pick the day when the longest night happens! Go right to the other side of it all!"

Horror watches Dust and Killer debate the options while he watches their tiny charge think. and that is why he sees Nightmare blink and looks up a bit as he no doubt gets an idea. Then the doubt sets in wihtout him saying anyhting.

Horror speaks gently "Did you have an idea?" luckily Killer and Dsut shut up right away.

Nightmare shrugs and mutters "maybe... I thought... you know... I became six again... and you guys picked me up so second chance and stuff... so shouldn't that count as the day? Because it is the day this whole thing started?" he tugs himself clsoer to Dust.

Dust hums as he rubs his spine oh so gently "I think it is a great idea." he glances at Killer "Kills?"

Killer grins as he taps away on his phone "already on it! lets see..."

Horror smiles at Nightmare "I think we all agree it is a great idea."

Nightmare smiles a tiny bit and Horror sees a tine glimps of that confident monster Nightmare had been with his powers. Which is good. This means they are guiding him alright towards a future where he is confident in himself, and hopefully happy and healthy.

Killer sits up and holds up his phone in triumph "Figured it out! We got here near mid summer and we had Ngihtmare for two months at that point. Ngihtmare become his true self a month before we got him. meaning!" Killer grins at Nightmare "You are a spring baby!" Killer shows the date to them all.

Ngihtmare looks away embarresed and Dust nods "Sounds good."

Nightmare however looks a bit anxious "But that is so soon already?"

Dust nuzzles him "That is okay. We will just do a small party with us five. Well and Crop and Straw if they want to come."

Horror sees Nightmare looks surprised and just chuckles "It will be nice. Something nice to focus on and enjoy together." he rubs the tiny cheek and Nightmare closes his sockets to lean into the touch.

The five of them relax and eat dinner soon after that as they casually discuss when everyone wants their own birthdays. Horror makes a point of picking up their housephone and calling Dani and Ellie to give them an update on the birthday situation and to invite them the party if they want to and have time. Horror also gives Crop the same update and invitation.

They are together. They are healing. The are happy.

And they have a party to prepare. They have to make sure Nightmare enjoys his very first birthday party after all.

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[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

Steve Harrington x Reader Blurb

For those that love the pure fluff!

Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Reader with a vagina.

WC: 1K

18+ Only!

“Steve, Steve.” You rushed out, trying to catch your breath, fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull him away from your oversensitive cunt.

“Yeah honey?” He cooed, finally unlatching his lips from your puffy, abused clit to look up at you between your thighs. Arousal dripping from his chin, grinning like a madman.

You couldn't help the soft smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“C’mere.” You sighed dreamily; eyes half lidded. Watching as he happily obliged your request and started crawling up, placing soft kisses and light nips to your inner thigh, soft belly and the delicate skin of your breasts before finally pressing his lips to yours.

Your thighs part further to accommodate him. His hard, aching cock coming to rest between you.

His hair was hanging down in his face, tickling your forehead as his tongue began to dance with yours. The tangy taste of your arousal made you moan into his mouth, only spurring him further as his hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer to him.

His cock kicked up, alerting you once more to his needy state, as well as your own.

“Steve, I need you. Please.” Looking up at him with doe eyes and flushed cheeks. Begging as if he hadn't already made you come on his tongue. It was never enough with him though, you always wanted more.

He kissed the tip of your nose. “You sure, angel?”

You nodded, as he reached between you taking the base of his length running it through your folds gently bumping your clit on the way before catching the tip at your entrance.

He slowly pushed in, watching himself disappear into your tight heat. The way your walls sucked him in, as if your pussy was made just for him.

You whined out, catching his gaze as his hips were finally flush to yours. His cock jumping at attention, making another wanton moan fall from your lips.

“That's it, honey. Doing so good f’me. Always so good f’me.” He praised. “Pussy was made for me. All mine.”

“All yours Stevie,” you parroted, already beginning to feel dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol or the earlier events, but you undoubtedly think it's him. The way he treats you. The way he fucks you. The way he loves you.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He says, as he pulls out just leaving the tip before he's punching his way back in leaving you breathless as he sets a pace that leaves you both moaning, panting messes in a matter of minutes.

He moves slightly, taking your knee into the crook of his elbow, pulling it up as he drapes himself back over you.

The new angle has your nails digging crescents into his bronzed shoulders, as his cock drives deeper, kissing your cervix with every upward thrust.

You loved watching him fall apart, as his jaw went slack, closing his eyes from sheer pleasure. His hair is just beginning to stick to his forehead, from the thin sheen of sweat forming from his exertion.

He opens his eyes in time to see you looking up at him like he hung the moon.

His hips falter, pausing as he grins down at you mirroring your own dulcet smile. He knows what you're about to say and he gives you his full attention.

“I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you, angel.” He kisses your forehead before picking up his pace once more, as you close your eyes, sighing with contentment.

He releases your leg, letting you wrap them back around his waist on your own accord so he could press in close to give you another sweet kiss as his hand travels down past your navel, fingertips grazing your skin. Pushing past your mound, parting your lips to find your clit.

He swallowed your moan, as you arch further into his touch. The pads of his fingers catch your clit as he begins to draw soft, slow circles against you.

“That's it, honey. She's gripping me. You gonna come f’me? Gonna come all over my cock?” You nodded; lips parted but unable to speak.

“You're so beautiful. My girl, all mine.”

“All yours,” you repeated, whiny, voice almost gone as you felt him smile against your neck.

He had you careening towards the edge.

“Come on honey.” His lips now ghosting the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps across your heated flesh. “Give me what's mine.”

“Steve, please.” Not even sure what you were asking for, but he would give you anything. You suddenly felt like if he weren't pinning you down, you would simply float away.

His cock head keeps massaging that soft spot on your frontal wall, feeling every ridge of him upon every exit and reentry. His fingers never ceasing those ministrations to your clit.

“Steve, I’m cumming…” you barely got the words out before your orgasm hit with a blinding force, fire blooming from your core spreading throughout your entire body, electrifying every nerve ending within you.

“That's it. That's my good girl.” He finally stopped toying with your clit to chase his own release as your cunt pulsed and clamped down around him.

A few more quick thrusts and he was following you.

“Fuck… I love you!” He hissed, filling you to the brim and continues to fuck it back into you.

His hips finally stilled, pressing his body to yours, molded perfectly into his, as you finally allowed your eyes to open.

“Hi, pretty girl.” He breathed out, fingertips moving the loose hairs from your face, so he could gain a better look at your fucked out and dazed expression.

“Hi,” you giggled, feeling a little shy under his gaze.

The adoration in his soft eyes made your heart ache. It was almost too much.

He placed a soft kiss to your lips, as he rolled over, dragging you with him as you laid your head to his chest and hand over his heart.

“Happy Valentine's Day, future Mrs. Harrington.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head, pulling your hand up to take another look at the new jewelry that adorned your left ring finger.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Stevie.” Raising up so you could pull him into another kiss. Grinning against his lips, as you spoke “my future husband.”

[thoughtyouwerentafraidofanything]

kai x fem reader where he rips her clothes(maybe skirt and tee) and then they have rough sex? and then maybe after they have a cult meeting so kai gives the reader some clothes of his

Rough

Pairings: kai anderson x female reader.

Summary:

Warnings: rough sex, swearing, choking, biting.

Authors note: why are you all full of such great ideas, really making me work hard writing these.

Your hands were clawing at eachother, groping, pinching, twisting, rubbing, anything that could be touched was played with through your clothes.

You had just came back from a day out with your friends. The group of you had went to a mall hoping to max out your cards and rock out of the centre with bags full of the best stuff. The smiles you had go in with had disappeared by the time you were leaving, upset you had found nothing time worthy.

You had huffed your way home, hesitating once you got to the front door of the house, you hadn't told kai where you went.

You were rather new to this cult business and forgotten to tell your 'leader' where you planned on going, when your friends had heard you joined a cult they laughed at you in your face claiming you had screws loose.

You took one last look at the calm night around you, the sky clear of clouds and streets clean of people, tucking your hair behind your ear you opened the door and entered the house.

Kai was livid.

He heard the door shut and came full force at you, his nostrils flared and face scrunched up in anger

"Where the fuck have have you been"

You were taken aback by his harsh approach, the thought of him getting so upset that you wen tout without telling him never crossed your mind.

"Shopping, I wanted to look nice for you-"

"You think I give a shit about what you wear, you tell me when you want to do something and I'll tell you whether or not I want you to go do it, got that"

Kai was up in your face at this point, why was he so mad?

When you didn't answer him straight away kai grew angrier, he pushed you by the shoulders making you stumble against the door .

"What the fuck, don't push me"

"I'll do whatever I want to you you belong to me now"

You decided to push kai back, you though he grew to big for his boots and wanted to push him down a notch.

"You are literally so fucking embarrassing kai no wonder my friends make fun of you"

You start to walk to the kitchen hoping to grab yourself a bottle of water but kais hand grabbing your hair stopped you from moving.

"The fuck did you say you bitch"

"I said your embarrassing and pathetic"

"You know what your lucky I don't fucking kill you right now"

Kai pushed you down onto the sofa and looked down at you, he began to lean down looking at you like you were some lonely puppy.

"But I need someone to fuck and look who's here"

You held eye contact with kai daring his to do anything.

"The whore"

You stood up and went to smack kai but his large hand encased your bracelet decorated wrist, his tongue licked your finger tips then your wrist all the while he made eye contact with you.

You didn't know how you felt, you hated when people thought they could talk bad about you and call you names but you joined this weird cult for kai because you were attracted to him and you still were.

"You think I'd suck you off after calling me a whore?"

You begin to laugh

"You expect me to let you go after joining the cult?"

Kai lowered down to the sofa and pulled you with him, his hands still holding your wrists.

He landed on the sofa with his legs spread wide, a tent growing in his pants, kais hands were still holding yours leading them to where he wanted them to go so when you fell down on top of him your hands were placed on his neck your finger tips brushing against the ends of his hair.

As you stabilised yourself kais hands wrapped around your back, his left hand loosely wrapped around your neck his fingers rubbing your jawline and his right hand on your lower back pushing your hips down and pressing it onto his.

His hands drew you closer his mouth attacking yours, Seconds later he forced his tongue into your mouth making sure to have felt every crevice in your mouth.

You felt kais right hand reach down to the skirt you were wearing his fingers fussing the fabric looking for a zip to undo. Much to his dismay he couldn't find one and decoded to push you off of him detach your mouth from his.

You stood up confused on why you had just let him French you after he had spoken to you like trash, you looked down at kai thinking to yourself, your eyes scanned his face you couldn't figure out why you were so attracted to him all of your friends had made it clear that they would rather kiss ass than his face.

Your eyes lowered down his body you watched in silence as kai undone his zip and reached to himself under his pants, you watched as his fist pumped up and down through his jeans and listened to the grunts he made to himself.

His left hand raised to you, his wrist flicking towards himself signalling for you to get closer to him, you obliged.

As soon as he felt the skin of your arm caress his hand he grasped down hard and pulled you down onto him, as you fell kai spun you arpund so your ass would be sat on his lap facing him.

You held onto kais knees for support as you felt him fiddle arpund woth the fabric of your clothes behind you.

Hearing some curse words you gasped as the sound of your skirt ripping flooded your ears, you looked down at your lap and saw the skirt begin to grow slack and fall off of your waist leaving you in your shirt and underwear, not to mention it was a thong.

You felt kais large hands knead the skin of your ass as he stared down at your figure, the feeling of something hot being rubbed against your back shocked you slightly, you reached your hand behind your body inspecting what kai had put against you.

Kai let you feel around, he waited until you found it and smirked as your hand clasped around it and twisted, a lewd moan left his lips as you kept hold of his cock.

Hearing this made you stop but without the relief of his boner kai was annoyed, and as punishment kai smacked your ass hard and unexpectedly.

The sting of your flesh made you clasp harder onto kais cock the feeling making him thrust up into your hand.

Now feeling impatient kai snatched your hand away from his dick and shuffled closer to you, sitting himself up his hand reached under your thong and pulled the fabric to the side.

You knew what was going to happen, would it be weird for you if you said you were ready for this?

The feeling of kai pressing himself through your thighs made your back arch slightly. You could feel how hot he was as he pulled his cock back and pushed himself against your wet slit.

You could feel the head of his dick pressing against your entrance, the pressure built as kai pushed himself inside of you, your pussy welcomed his cock swallowing the inches with your warmness.

Kai thrust into you until his hips were flush against your ass, he held your body to his, his left hand gripping your neck keeping your collar bone open to his access. His right hand reached to your chest cupping your tits.

"Tell me you won't leave the cult"

Kais breaths fanned against the back of your neck as he pulled himself out of you before slipping his cock back into your pussy, his left hand tightened arpund your neck his thumb caressing your jawline, his right hand kneaded your chest, groping hard and rolling your nipple between his thumb.

You couldn't help but release a breathy moan as much as you didn't want kai to know how much you were actually enjoying his actions you couldn't help but close your eyes and roll your hips onto kais as he thrust into you.

"Do as I fucking say"

Kais right hand moved from your chest to you shoulders holding you down onto his body, his thrusts became harsh the sounds of your skin slapping against his thumped through the room.

"Say. It. Bitch"

Every word came with a thrust of his cock.

"I-I won't...t.. leave" you struggled not to moan as you spoke.

"You won't leave me"

Kais head was laying on your shoulder blades as his hips forced themselves into yours.

"I-won't leave....y-you..k."

Something over took kai in that moment, pushing you off of his lap he spun you both around, you were now both standing up, you were bent over having to lean against the cushions on the couch to stay standing and kai was behind you pistoning his hips and thrusting his cock into your cunt.

You weren't expecting the slap of his hand coming down on your ass and were prepared for the sting it caused.

Kai watch your body move with his, with every thrust your tits bounced making him want to reach infront of you and squeeze them until you cried.

And what kai wanted to do, he done.

Before you knew it kai had you pressed against him with your back to his chest as his hands rubbed at you tits, his right hand making making you cry by pinching your hardened nipple.

You felt asthough you were bleeding when kai sunk his teeth into you shoulder, he always took marking you to the next level.

"This is all your fucking fault bitch"

Kais left hand reached to your neck forcing you to straighten your body.

"Tell me your sorry"

He ordered you

"Say you'll follow my orders"

Kais right hand moved from your breast and slicked down your body to your swollen pussy, he delivered a slap to your clit making you grab onto his body from behind you to keep yourself standing up.

"I'm sorry, please kai-a"

"Shut the fuck up slut"

Kai delivered a few more slaps to both you pussy and ass before he hooked his arms under your arms and held tightly onto your shoulders before beginning to pound into you.

You couldn't do anything, you couldn't move or speak you could just barely breath.

You stood and took kais rough thrusting, you yourself were becoming undone with kais cock pulsing inside of you but you couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing you enjoyed every minute of him treating you like nothing.

When kai came you felt your cunt fill with his cum, the feeling of stairs emptying inside of you made your band snap and pushed you into your own orgasm, you felt full of him with his cock still inside of you gently thrusting as he rode out his orgasm.

As soon as kai had calmed himself down he pulled out of you and pushed you to the side, you just so luckily landed on the sofa but the feeling of kais cum leaking out of you made you squirm and press your worn out thighs together.

"We've got a meeting in a minute"

Kai threw his shirt at you without bothering to look at you.

"You better fucking be there"

[hekateinhell]

Would you ever write more about trans!Armand and his three boyfs having fun? 🥺 Yes I might be a bit hinting on something but... you know... you write it so well... 🥺

I would! I just don't know when, things shift around on my fic writing to-do list so much 😭

but I feel bad because I did say I was gonna write it months ago and then I DIDN'T so here's a snippet from what I have languishing in the google gocs that's set in the same AU! mostly armand ruminating on his changing body and the challenges it brings in the bedroom (nsfw) this is supposed to be leading to the gangbang eventually:

He shuts the bedroom door gently and deposits the little white bag on the bed. Armand still hasn't fully settled into the new place – it's home, but it's fragile, tentative – he needs to be careful. 

He starts from the bottom up. Stripping socks, pants, underwear. There's always been a peculiar distinction to him between outside clothes and inside clothes. Everything has to change, even the underwear. Next is the sweater, then the undershirt. 

Finally comes the binder. 

Black and sturdy, it binds all the way down to his belly button, compressing his chest entirely. 

He's lucky, he supposes. Armand's chest – like most of him – had always been on the smaller end of the spectrum. Each side is large enough that Lestat's palms can cover them completely and not much more. 

Still, he craves the illusion of total flatness that a binder provides, and as much as it's nice to shed it and allow his body to relax fully, it always hits him with an initial sense of loss. 

Armand hasn't quite figured out which size and brand works best, and a quality binder is a rather expensive purchase. This one, one of two he has, is a bit too tight and always leaves his chest and sides sore from where it has been pressing down into his tender skin. If anyone else were home, Armand might curl up and ask for a quick massage that would inevitably lead to kissing and fooling around. Later, perhaps. 

Besides, it's good that he has the place to himself, a rare moment of privacy that's hard to come by when four men share a one-bedroom apartment. 

He rubs at his chest absentmindedly for a moment before turning to the dresser. Slips on a fresh pair of briefs and then wonders why he did it – they're about to come off again in a minute. Skips the neatly folded t-shirts in his drawer in favor of the ratty gray sweatshirt stuffed into Daniel's drawer. 

The length hits Armand precisely above his knees, the fabric slipping off to expose his shoulder. He loves wearing their things: Daniel's sweatshirts, Lestat's band tees, Louis's collared shirts – he would wear their pants too if they didn't just fall off him entirely. 

Armand never asks, and nobody seems to mind. 

There's something extraordinarily soothing about disappearing into his lovers' clothes, the feel of each material holding a different association, drowning in their scents whenever he craves that particular comfort. 

Comfort that Armand could use. 

He takes a deep breath and drops onto the bed before reaching into the bag, pulling out the boxed set of dilators, holding it at arm's length, turning it over gingerly as if it has already personally offended him.  

Better to get this over with. 

Made quick work of the packing and did a cursory review of the instructions – nothing that the sweet salesperson hadn't already gone over with him while Armand had stood there, awkwardly shifting his weight from one side to the other, trying his hardest not to blush and failing spectacularly. 

Five purple cylinders, each with a different length and girth, starting small and gradually increasing in both measures. 

Armand's heartbeat picks up, and his throat feels achingly dry. 

It's not arousal; in fact, he's the opposite of turned on right now. His body knows this is going to be uncomfortable to start with, at best. Interesting how drastically his pain threshold drops when it wasn't tied directly to intimacy, to someone he loves inflicting it on him. And not in a bad way, no, it's just that he'd begged for sex before, even when it physically hurt — he'd delighted in the aches and the stings and in attributing each one to a particular lover. 

But this? Using these tools regularly on himself in the hope that he could retrain his front hole to regain its elasticity? 

It's been a while since anyone had managed to work more than two fingers inside before insisting he was 'too tight, there's no give'; Armand would 'get hurt.' 

Simply put, this was a source of intimacy Armand isn't yet willing to concede. He is stubborn, if nothing else. It's not enough to have his hole touched or for Lestat, Louis, or Daniel to rub against him and press their tip to his hole to ensure some cum made it in. 

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Afterward?

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan Walker felt at least ten things at once as he closed his door behind Emmett Locke that evening. He'd called the poor guy an Uber and the rain had let up so at least guilt wasn't mixed up in there. He cleaned up the few remaining dinner dishes and once he was satisfied that no one was going to knock on his door, he started stripping out of his shirt on the way to his bedroom. The long-sleeved tee went into the hamper, his jeans got folded and put in his closet and he went into his bottom dresser drawer for some pajama pants. It was Friday and even though he had some work to do from home tomorrow, none of it required him to be dressed properly. He considered the sock monkeys but bypassed them after deciding to wear them tomorrow and found one of his favorite pair, they were so absurd that he couldn't help but smile as he pulled them on.

Who ever had thought up a unicorn riding a dolphin and decided the whole thing needed rainbows was his hero. He grabbed his fluffy fleece blanket and headed back for his couch. A night of relaxation was more than overdue after this crazy week. He sang along happily to 'The Fraggles' theme song and smiled when Boober appeared. Red had always been his favorite but he loved them all, especially the busy little 'Doozers'. He'd seen this episode at least a dozen times and his mind started to wander back to the dinner with Emmett earlier. The food had been good and Emmett had been polite and seemed appreciative. Considering how they'd met, the whole evening had gone surprisingly well.

Oh... Speaking of which... he untangled his legs from the blanket and went to his freezer. Emmett had made him promise to ice his face for at least ten minutes before bed, promising that the bruising would disappear quicker if he did so. As soon as he sat back down the couch, he wondered why in the world he'd agreed to it. Ice, even wrapped, was cold and his face didn't appreciate it. Still, he want to look presentable for work on Monday so he did the best he could, moving it to a new section when it began to hurt. The evening had gone fairly well but still, he was disappointed. The question was, why? Had he expected Emmett Locke to make a move? No, not really. Well actually, that wasn't it at all. He was very used to guys making moves on him.

Hell, he'd been approached by two guys and three women this week at work alone. Finnegan really had no idea what it was about him. He wasn't all that cute, he rated himself a seven out of ten. He knew that a lot of the propositions he got simply went along with his name. People want to date the boss or someone with money, not him. Emmett had been a perfect gentleman, to the point that Finnegan was still only about 90% sure that he was gay at all. Granted, every time they'd seen each other, Finnegan's face looked like a war zone but still... well, actually, that was probably it. He couldn't make sense of any of this. He didn't like people hitting on him so why was he upset that Emmett hadn't? Could you get a concussion from an air-bag? This whole train of thought was stupid. They had parted ways and probably wouldn't ever see each other again.

Emmett Locke was finally home after having the Uber drop him off at Wrecked so he could pick up his car. He found Marten sleeping peacefully in his hammock and let the rascal out for some playtime. It was late but at least his belly was full. It hadn't been the best way to spend his day off but evening had gone better than he'd hoped for. He sighed, grabbing one of Marten's toys. He'd been tempted to ask Finnegan out... very, very tempted.

Granted, the poor man probably didn't want to see Emmett ever again given what his face must feel like but the problem was that Emmett hadn't even asked... why? He'd never been any good at it. There'd been his first, a boy in high school and then a quick fling with a fellow in Virginia. After that, just some quick hook-ups when it was possible, nothing that required much talking or dating. There wasn't time or privacy, for much of that. Since he'd gotten back? He'd tried... a little... he hated the scene, the games, the bars and the apps. I

t was just his luck that his new boss was gorgeous and gay but he was already taken. And now there was Finnegan... well, to be fair, there wasn't Finnegan. But there probably could have been if Emmett hadn't been such a scaredy-cat. Oh well, it was too late now. What was he going to do, call him up and say what? Actually, maybe he could call and see how he was feeling. Would that be creepy? Obviously he couldn't call tonight but tomorrow? Sunday, definitely, right? Make sure he could get back to work. Yeah, that would be okay. Even better, he could send a text. Then Finnegan could decide whether or not to respond.

There... that was settled. He started the shower, peeled out of his dirty clothes and tied his hair back. There was no point in washing it tonight since he was just going back to the garage tomorrow morning. He was glad the storm had passed and let the hot water beat down on his tight shoulder muscles. When he turned the water off the first thing he heard was a bang on his door. He dried off quickly and slipped into some boxers, knowing immediately who it was. He glanced around for Marten and then opened the door, forcing a smile to his face.

"Andy," he said and Andy held up a small box.

"Brought leftover pizza."

He didn't wait for an invitation, walking in and putting the box down on the kitchen counter.

"You know I'm always glad to see you but I have to work tomorrow and it's really late Ando."

"So do I," he replied, grinning.

He took off his ball cap, grabbed a piece of pizza and sunk down onto the couch. Emmett probably would've killed Andy long before now except that he was funny. That and he was the only one of his friends who had stuck around after high school.

"What time do you go to the alley? Four? Five? I've gotta open the garage."

"You've got ten minutes for pizza. Have any beer?"

He didn't wait for an answer, just stood up and opened the fridge, pulling out a can.

"Thanks."

When Marten nosed up towards his shoe, he reached down and picked him up, plopping him onto his lap.

"Hey little guy."

"Don't give him any of your pizza crust... he'll get diarrhea again."

That was an experience he hoped to never recreate.

"I won't. I won't. So what did you do today?"

The last thing Emmett wanted to do was think about the day and as accepting as Andy was, he wasn't going to talk to him about Finn.

'Finn? No. Finnegan was safer... Finn sounded too casual.'

"I was at the garage for most of it."

"Don't tell me you wrecked your car again."

Did he really get into all that many more car accidents than most people? It wasn't his fault that people were bad drivers.

"A guy turned on red. I had to fix it because I was afraid he'd sic a whole team of lawyers on me."

"Pricks," Andy commiserated.

Except this one wasn't. No... Finnegan seemed like a really nice guy once you got past the whole suit, tie and haircut thing. Emmett couldn't complain to Andy about someone else's hair though, it was a very sore subject since Andy had very little of his own left. It wasn't fair, he was really too young to be going bald. Every now and then Andy would joke that Emmett should cut his and donate it to him, since he had enough for both of them.

"Okay, you're zoning out. I'm gonna go. You gonna stop by the alley tomorrow?"

Unfortunately, Emmett had nothing better to do.

"Probably. I'll call you."

"Alright. Here, take the weasel. I'm out."

[bitemescftly]

& @harleyandakutte // cont

Denial had never been anything that Jax was particularly good with, mostly when it came to things he wanted. Add alcohol into the mix, and the next to nonexistent inhibitions vanished entirely. Which led to this very moment. The vice president had motioned for Anna to head to a more secluded area. Thankfully, there was an alleyway nearby to duck down. As soon as they were out of sight of the others, he had grabbed a hold of her smaller frame, pinning her to the wall and all but devouring her with a starved kiss. It hadn't taken long for hands to fumble with his belt before finding her shoulders and forcing her to her knees. Hard already, his dick smacked her in the face as soon as his pants were lowered enough to free himself properly. The woman didn't disappoint either, eagerly wrapping her lips around him and bobbing her head. The sort of relief that was needed after a long day of running business and celebratory mood that overtook when business went well. That hot mouth was something out of a wet dream, and he was able to take advantage. Jax knew he was a lucky man. A deep, low groan escaped into the night air, though it certainly wouldn't be heard over the party happening. Hips thrust forward, forcing more of his length into her mouth, into her throat. The thought of her going back out there with his cum on her breath and on her face just pushed him that much closer to the edge.

With a glass of whiskey in hand the brunette laughed rather loudly at the joke that Opie and Chibs were telling her - way too crude and fucked up to be a conversation topic in any other setting. But this was the Club's party. This was family. The woman had tears in her eyes from how much she laughed that evening, the spirits high through the crowds as the day's business ended up being successfull. Anna had no clue what it really was about - no one except for the brothers did - but she could only hope and trust that they knew how to take care of each other. Of all of them. Anna hugged and kissed Jax's cheek when the man joined their little party, much to the teasings of the two other brothers to which Anna just playfully stuck out her tongue. They thought it was her childish crush on Jax and nothing more - that there was still only that layer of innocent friendship that connected her and Jackson. And she hoped it would stay that way. She didn't hesitate to follow the same path Jax disappeared to a few moments beforehand, finding herself on her knees in the dark alley. Anna looked up through the shadows, nothing the dangerusly starved expression on his handsome face. She didn't disappoint. The brunette pushed forward as far as she could without gagging too much, taking all of Jax's thick cock down her throat over and over again. A reward for a succesfull deal. A reward for coming home safe. Her hands placed against his thighs to keep her balance, fingernails digging into the flesh with each new deeper stroke yet not making a move to pull back. Not until her lungs screamed in pain. "Shit." Anna cursed as she leaned away to gasp for air, saliva dripping down her chin, eyes brimming with tears "That was so good, are you going to cum down my throat, baby?"

[startseeingstars]

Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)

CH31 🎶 I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys 🎶

T/W - sexual themes, drug/alcohol, mature themes

The ride was quiet, but he let me lean on him. The cab pulled over and he paid before he climbed out. I stumbled after him and he closed the door behind me. We weren't at Helvete - we were outside of an apartment building. He saw my confusion and took my hand gently.

"I got the keys this afternoon - I was gonna surprise you." He squeezed my hand and I followed him to the elevator. It was dingy and small. The light was obnoxiously bright, but I imagined that was due to my current state.

I heard the keys jingle as he pushed open his door. The apartment was practically empty beside a couple bags - but the bed was somewhat made. It was cosy with warm lighting, and I looked around. Øystein appeared beside me with a bottle of water. I hadn't realised he had even left the room. He guided me over to the bed and sat me down, handing me the water.

We took turns sipping at it quietly.

"Why were you with him?" His voice was a little shaky - like he was nervous to ask. I shrugged a little.

"Alcohol wasn't cutting it. I knew he'd have weed. He apologised to me. I told him I still hated him." He chuckled slightly.

"Do you want a shower?" He offered suddenly. I looked at him.

"Do I smell?" He laughed, a little harder this time and I smiled.

"I didn't mean it like that. I just thought it would be nice after a long night." His thoughtfulness always caught me by surprise. I nodded, wrapping my arms around me. "Thanks."

He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the water running. I bit the inside of my cheek as I stood in the doorway, watching him check the water's temperature with his hand.

"There's just one towel," he muttered, turning around as I removed my jacket. I lifted my shirt over my head, revealing the black laced bra I'd picked out especially for him. His eyes watched me carefully as I slipped out of my leather skirt and stepped out of my boots.

I approached him as he stared, lips apart.

"We could share it." I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside before sliding his jacket off his shoulders. It hit the floor and he helped me remove his shirt. I watched his face as he removed his bullet belt and pants.

Taking his hand, we stepped into the shower tub together and he pulled the curtain across, casting a shadow over us. The water was warm and I let it cascade over my hair, eyes closed as I tilted my head back. I felt his hands resting softly on my hips as his lips pressed just as softly along my collar bone. I rested my hands on his bare shoulders. He trailed kisses up my neck, along my jaw to my lips where they only grazed slightly.

Water ran over our heads and I pulled away reluctantly, needing to wipe my eyes. Giggling and blind from the watery makeup in my eyes, it made him chuckle and he handed me the towel. I pressed it lightly to my eyes, wiping them before looking at him.

"Is the makeup gone?" I asked. He smirked, gently rubbing his thumbs over spots on my cheeks and under my eyes.

"There, perfect." I wiped a smudge of my mascara off his face and he held my hand there for a moment, gazing at me with a small smile resting on his lips.

I climbed into Øystein's new bed wearing one of his T-shirts and I realised the mattress was different - comfier than the one at Helvete had been. He turned the heater on before he followed me, wearing just a pair of boxers.

The room was dimly lit from the kitchen light as we laid beside each other. I could just make out his features, tracing them lightly with my finger tip as he smiled.

"You are so fucking perfect." He whispered in awe. I smiled, sure he could see the flush of red on my cheeks.

"I bet you tell all your groupies that." I joked and he smirked.

"Only the cute redheads that put up with my shit." I bit the inside of my lip as his hands pulled my body closer.

His eyes were soft, mesmerising, and I felt myself drowning in them as his thumb lightly traced my lips. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. I could feel a different kind of warmth in my chest as I realised how desperately I wanted to tell him I loved him. It was like the words were on the tip of my tongue, but I was terrified of breaking the silence of the perfect moment between us.

As if he sensed the slight shift in my energy, he leaned in.

The kiss was soft, but the pressure of his mouth on mine was intense, burning as if his lips were fire, spreading flames across my skin. I melted into him, oblivious that my hands had wandered up his chest and neck to his hair until I was pressing him closer to me. I didn't want to breathe unless it was inhaling him.

His hands roamed my back, spreading the fire further. He laid, guiding my body on top of his without breaking our kiss. My lungs craved air, but I couldn't seem to tear away from his lips long enough to take a proper breath. Finally and reluctantly, we broke apart, breathing heavily as my long hair hung over my face. I placed my hands on his chest, pushing on him slightly as I sat back, slowly grinding my hips.

His cock was hard under me - the thin fabric of our underwear causing sensitive friction against my clit as I felt wetness begin to dampen my panties. He lifted his shirt above my head, exposing me as the cool air sent shivers across my skin. His hands touched my stomach and chest tenderly, caressing me softly as a small moan escaped my lips, appreciative of the warmth's his hands offered. He sat up suddenly, hooking his arm around my waist as he laid me on my back. He towered over me, hair hanging over his face as he removed my panties. He moved, his lips grazing down my neck and chest, electricity shooting through me every time he planted a kiss on my skin. His tongue swirled over my nipple slowly, his fingers massaging the other one before his teeth gently nipped at me, making me gasp. He looked up at me as he suckled, a sensual hunger in his wide blue eyes as I whimpered. He enjoyed himself as I stroked him over boxers, moaning lightly against my breast in his mouth as soon as I ventured beneath them and touched him. Carefully, I slid his boxers off and he pulled away, stroking himself in place of my hand. I ached for him inside of me, to feel his skin on mine. I just needed him close.

I must've been begging him with my eyes, because he leant down and pushed my knees back gently, exposing my wet cunt to him completely.

"I want to taste you first." His husky voice was soft and sultry. Pushing his hair back and licking his lips, he positioned himself at my core. I felt his warm breath before I felt his lips, gently teasing my clit as his tongue danced and swirled around my pussy. He met my gaze and held it as his fingers dug into the flesh of my soft thighs firmly. I couldn't contain the moans when his tongue lapped at me and he pushed a finger inside, curling it at just the right angle as he pumped slowly. I could feel the familiar heat of climax brewing inside my stomach.

"Øystein... please." It barely came out as a breath, but he understood. I couldn't take the teasing anymore - I had to have all of him. He kissed up along my stomach until he reached my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips, mixed with the taste of his smokes from earlier - it was strangely intoxicating.

He rubbed the tip of his cock against me, coating himself in the wet juices that he'd created before he pushed himself entirely inside. His moan was shaky and I whimpered in relief as he began to move. He eased himself in and out slowly, relishing in the way my pussy massaged his cock. I held his gaze as his eyes bored into mine, our breathing perfectly out of time. I didn't even have time to warn him as an intense wave of ecstasy washed over me. I felt him shudder and moan as he felt my cunt convulse around him, throbbing as I came.

It was like I blacked out - my vision was spotty and I was out of breath as peacefulness enveloped me after the release of so much tension. He smiled at me softly, leaning down and meeting my lips with his. I moaned at the sensitiveness of my cunt as he kept moving, pumping in and out at a relaxed but steady pace.

"Good, baby?" He murmured against my ear and I felt the spark reignite inside of me.

"Mhmm," I pushed on his chest lightly and he obliged, lying back and pulling me on top of him. "Let me taste you now." I whispered in his ear and planted a soft kiss just below it, grazing my tongue against his skin slightly. He inhaled sharply as I let my tongue leave a wet trail down his toned body. His cock looked so tasty, covered in my juices, his precum glistening at the tip. He watched as I took him in both hands, gliding my hands along his length as I licked and swirled my tongue around the tip, enjoying the salty taste. He groaned and I watched him clench the bed sheets as I bobbed my head, taking more of him down my throat each time. I enjoyed watching him squirm, bucking his hips just slightly as his fingers wrapped in my hair. I worked him over, taking as much of him as I could, licking every inch.

"S-stop," he begged. "I want you." He whimpered sweetly, making me blush. I hovered over him, guiding him inside of me gently. His hands rested on my waist as I rode him slowly, relishing in the feeling of having him inside me again. His face was serious, but his eyes were soft as we stared at each other. He lit my soul on fire and I felt helpless under his spell.

One of his hands travelled up my body to my face, where his thumb grazed my cheek gently. I'd never felt so adored or worshipped. He licked his lips as his thumb traced over mine. I bit this thumb lightly, continuing to grind my hips as I took his cock as deep as I could take it. I saw his eyes begin the flutter and I could tell he grew closer to climaxing. I leant down, kissing him intensely as his hand tangled in my hair, the other now actively showing my hips the pace he wanted me to ride him. I moaned into his mouth gently, feeling myself getting close again.

"F-fuck," He murmured against my lips, slamming my hips down and letting me sit on his cock. I tried to move my hips but he held me still as we both whimpered helplessly. I felt his cock pulsing inside of me, filling me with cum. The feeling sent me over the edge and felt my pussy clench around him, making him shudder. I collapsed into him, feeling the juices drip out of me, down his cock.

We laid silently, his arms cradling me as I buried my face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Our breathing eventually slowed and I felt his thumb tracing small circles on my arm. It was that moment I realised just how crazy about him I was. I never wanted to be without him. A sudden fear arose at the thought of losing him. Would he reject me if I told him how I felt? Would he feel the same? I wanted to believe he would - but there was no way of knowing for sure.

"What're you thinking about?" His husky voice was soft as it broke the silence. I sat up just slightly to look down at his face. His beautiful, icy blue eyes would be the last thing I would ever look at, if I could choose.

"I-" my lips trembled as I hesitated. He waited, patiently as I swallowed the small lump in my throat. "Be mine." I almost didn't recognise my own voice, it was barely a whisper.

His eyes widened just slightly as they searched mine. I held my breath, waiting for him to respond - to reject me.

Suddenly, he nodded.

"Y-you'll be mine?" He seemed uncertain, as if he were surprised. I nodded as his hand rested on my cheek and I leant into his palm.

“I've always been yours." It was as if relief washed over him, and I let myself breathe again as my stomach swirled with emotion. He pulled my face down, kissing me softly and slowly as if savouring this perfect moment. I pulled away slightly and rested my forehead on his, unable to hide the huge smile on my face, my cheeks warm with colour.

"I love you, Peach."

[octuscle]

Now open under new management

Edward Parker III let the car window down a crack. Peter, his driver, had switched off the air conditioning to save fuel. The fuel gauge was basically at 0.00. Here in the middle of nowhere, they had no mobile network. The last Google message was that a petrol station would appear at some point. And Peter claimed that it should open in five minutes. Open from 10:40 am. Strange opening times. Edward's stomach grumbled. Something had gone wrong at breakfast. The car urgently needed a petrol pump. And he needed a toilet just as badly. Then, like an oasis in the desert, a building appeared in the middle of endless cornfields and pastures full of stupidly staring cattle. It was 10:39:50 a.m. when Peter steered the car onto the dusty filling station with the last drop of gas. At 10:40 sharp, Edward yanked open the car door and jumped out. And the moment his spotlessly clean Oxfords touched the ground, the neon sign flashed. Open!

Edward ran towards the small store where the neon sign was shining. He was far too focused on not wetting his pants that he didn't notice the leather soles of his shoes turning into a sturdy rubber tread. As he pushed down on the door handle, he got something like an electric shock. He didn't care. The store was empty. His palm became calloused. His fingernails black. There was a door at the back, labeled "Private". Hopefully there was a toilet. Thank God the door was open. And thank God there was a toilet. In the middle of a room full of tools, car tires and packages. It stank miserably. But Edward didn't care at all. He had already undone his belt while running, he opened his trousers, pulled them down and dropped onto the dirty toilet seat at the very last moment. And he had to shit like never before in his life. The stench was overwhelming. But the relief was immense. Edward finally relaxed again. But only for a second. Then his eyes fell on the dirty rubber boots that went well above his knees. Inside, pulled down as far as they would go, were a pair of completely filthy jeans. And what was even more irritating: his right hand was the hand of a construction worker, the cuff of his shirt had disappeared. And the fabric of the right sleeve of his jacket was getting coarser and dirtier from bottom to top and the color was slowly changing from navy blue to a kind of beige. What the hell was going on here? Even greater than the panic was the disgust at the stench. His left hand, still freshly manicured, reached for the toilet flush. And he was hit again. He watched in panic as his fingernails became dirty and the calluses moved down from his fingertips. Edward's gaze fell between his legs. That wasn't his circumcised shaved penis. That was a cheesy, hairy cock. Much bigger than it normally was. Edward had to get out of here! He hastily wiped his ass. A tight, hairy ass, sitting there on a familiar toilet seat. A man needs a good place to shit. Hehehe, this was a good shitter. Stumbling, Edward stood up, his head spinning. He looked in the mirror. That was still his head. But the rest? His crisp white collar and tie knot vanished into thin air, revealing a hairy, muscular chest. The last remnants of the finest navy blue wool on his left upper arm disappeared and the transformation of his jacket into a dirty, much-worn, rough work jacket was complete. I look like a fucking redneck, were his last thoughts before he grew a badly trimmed goatie, his $100 haircut turned into a self-cut buzzcut that he hid under a bandana he hadn't washed in a long time.

Loud honking from outside. "Damn, I've been shitting! Can't you wait?" yelled Edward. He wiped his hands on the dirty cloth stuck in his pants. Hand washing was for city wimps. He stepped into the yard of his gas station.

Hehehe, he knew the filthy and dented truck standing there at the pump. "Pete's services of all kinds" was written on the door. And Pete was hanging in the cab with a visible bulge. "Eddy, don't you always promise the best service at your station," Pete said with a grin. Ed spit out the chewing tobacco and licked his lips. "Go ahead, gas station attendant. The belt buckle won't open by itself!"

Full service and guaranteed customer satisfaction. That's what Ed's gas station was famous for.

Inspirations found @pitstainsandpas and @fanofshoes44

[echantedtoon]

A Bloom In Time Ch14 Subcon's State

www.youtube.com/watch?v=68p19wzt2OM&list=LL&index=11&t=0s

(All the things in the Sucon Forest are shown in the video above and if you want to see them just skim through the video here. This is also going on my headcannon that all the ruins and houses were remains of the town near Vanessa's manor. Skip to 27:14 in the video for the fountain, 30:37 for the town hall(A.K.A where the giant shattered time piece was), and 31:30 for the old cafe area. These are just my headcannons tho that they're the remains of the original village from the Subcon storybook. The giant grave stone can be seen at 26:14.)

"Back to the ship?"

Poppy had questioned the little girl who happily pulled her along and nodded with a hum to her question. Snatcher had told her to take Poppy back to the ship and Bow didn't want to make the ghost any more cranky than he seemed, Hattie trotted behind to catch up to the two girls as Bow continued to happily walk happily holding her hand like the responsible child she was. Poppy however was not very enthusiastic about being teleported AGAIN to the ship, but luckily Hattie had the most brilliant of brilliant ideas for space travel with a grown up. Which is why she was so proud when she grabbed Poppy's hand and started to lead her over to a small clearing in front of them. The thick fog in Snatcher's Forest is kinda tricky but there was the Subcon Village that provided a strong signal from their umbrellas to one of her telescopes. All she had to do was for both of them to hold onto Poppy and with their combined power they should be able to- Both kids stopped when Poppy stopped at the very edge of the long, black thorn vine that lead to the infamous ghost's home and suddenly stared straight ahead. Any subconite or dweller that wasn't scared off by Snatcher's yelling to go back to their posts was still staring in their direction. 

".....Ms. Poppy?," Hattie asked quietly tugging on her still semi soaked dress. "Do you need help getting down? It's ok. We can help you."

She didn't respond and instead still stared straight ahead in front of them at the dirt path that lead to and from Snatcher's tree. The old metal fencing(or what was left of it) on either side of the road creaked with tiny groans as the wind blew, pushing around a little bit of her hair and clothes around. Some of the leaves on the dead trees rustled along with it and a few orange-red ones fell and wobbled past her towards the ground- She jumped when a pair of his minions giggled mischief like and ran down the dirt road. Their child like laughter echoing throughout the forest and into the fog as they soon disappeared from sight somewhere beyond the foggy path. A leaf suddenly fell on her face blocking her view from the weird world for a moment and instead welcoming her to a new brighter one from her memory. Of people with their horses and wagons with goods, or just plain walking down the road minding they're own business. She'd often take this road back and forth with suppilies to her stand and small house outside of town, two little children would always run up and down the road wearing those goofy play masks back and forth. Right by the entrance to the town where there was a gigantic tree planted by the founder of the town himself to grow along with the town itself. Quite poetic. It was the biggest tree she had ever seen, and admired the oak in all it's glory-

As soon as the memory of smiling people, and beautiful greenery came it went as Poppy scrambled at her face to push the leaf off. Blue eyes blinking and lungs panting as she once again was faced with the sight of the gloomy haunted forest before her and the two little girls who were confused and slightly worried staring up at her still. The reality and memory hitting her so hard that Poppy nearly fell off the giant thorn and would've fallen on her face if the two girls hadn't grabbed onto the back of her dress and pulled her back to her feet thankfully. She wobbled a little but stood straight up again and blinked. Looking around back at the tree home of the ghost and blinking at it....before her head turned towards around the tree and in a different direction from the fence surrounding it. 

"Ms. Poppy. Be careful!"........When neither children got a response from her they gave each other looks before Bow gently tugged on her dress to get her attention. "Ms Poppy, are you ok?"

"....I know this place." She looked down in thought for a moment hand shaking before pointng in the direction of Snatcher's home. "T-The Great Oak was here! W-Which means in that direction would be-..."

She pointed into the forest and both girls looked in that direction still confused, but neither had time to react before the older lady suddenly moved along the giant thorn vine connected to the tree and jumped off it. An adreneline rush to her body as she ran around the home and towards the other side of it. The girls yelped and ran after her as she started off to who knows where. Unfortunately it didn't stop her from running up to the wooden fence near it and hopping over the posts. 

"Uh...Boss?" One of the minions tapped at his tail making the giant ghost hum and turn his head around. The minion nervously pointed towards the home and his yellow eyes looked in that direction just in time to see two little figures jumping the wooden fence before disappearing into the woods east of the home and he instantly scowled.

"What the peck are they doing now?"

The woods of dead trees and fog meant nothing to her anymore as she hoped the fence and began running in the direction that felt so familiar to her. The girls right on her tail calling out for her to come back, but the rush of knowing this was-...It HAD to have been here once. The old dirt path was no where in sight as she ran but that didn't stop her heart from pumping as she did so. She barely even noticed more of those colorful worm ghosts floating around or the occasional minion peeping surprised to see her if they haven't seen her already from the small meeting at Snatcher's home. Finally stopping, she heaved as she looked around the forested area, hands coming up to push messy, dirty red hair from her face for better veiwing. The gloomy purple aura and the dead trees gave her no familiar feeling at all and now..... The pale woman dropped her arms seeing nothing but dead cursed woods around her. The girls finally catching up and stopping next to her annoyed.

Hattie being the first to grab at her dress again. "Hey! Have you gone bananas!? I'm already in big trouble for dropping you! Snatcher's going to be more grumpy now!"

"I-...It was here!" Poppy looked down at the ground and let go of her bangs that flopped back into place, as she stomped. "It was RIGHT here!"

"What was?," Bow asked confused.

 But Poppy just started forward again looking around at the grey-green grass and started walking forward again, looking....SEARCHING for something unfamiliar to the children trailing behind her looking worried and confused as to what exactly she was doing but she knew what she was looking for....And a small gasp escaped her when she saw it. Or more like the beginnings of it. Shuffling her feet around in the dirt she finally saw the beginnings of flat, worn out stone that wouldn't be noticed by anyone if you weren't looking for it specifically. The thousand years were not kind to whatever structure was left here, but she knew what it was. The start where the now long gone dirt road would've turned into cobblestone leading into the village ...Which meant that..Poppy's eyes widened and she started forward again and this time keeping her eyes down and tapping her feet along as she walked revealing more and more flat rocks hidden under moss, grass, and dirt from years and years of wild life taking over. The girls following behind seeming to understand now that the path was starting to have a little more give way and more bricks were starting to show through the dirt until an old ancient pathway finally gave way to only a few cobblestones at a time here and there and the three of them were walking along what looked like a stone path long forgotten and slowly being chipped away by the elements...Which was EXACTLY what poppy was looking for. Her eyes widened in wonder as she know walked clearly on the path, staring down at the cracked and badly worn n uneven cobblestones with grass poking out from all the cracks. If she remembered right, this path lead to the center of town. And around that was all kinds of houses and mini pathways between them. 

"Where are we going?," Bow asked still following behind the older woman and looking to Hattie who shrugged. 

"The town's square!,'' she replied the child almost excited as she finally looked up from the road.....And stopped. The girls stopping by her heels and looking at her as she stared straight ahead before looking there too. Before them was an old archway that looked like it was the beginning of some ruins of some ancient civilization.  In the slightly foggy surroundings she could see more and more half stone remains, black against the grey and purple. Now getting a look at her new surroundings away from the foggy swamp area, she could clearly see MORE of those many dead trees and gigantic black thorn vines everywhere. Above the archway was two pillars with those beautiful statues of winged people she knew the lovely town had, but these statues didn't even have any heads, giving them a  much more menacing appearance. Right behind the archway was the actual road. Still very very broken, but it was more intack than the path she had been following, and beyond she could faintly see more ruins with stone remains of buildings. She still stood there as a breeze took through again moving what hair and parts of her dress wasn't still damps making her shiver. But the two girls didn't seem fazed at all being there before and looking around at the forest surrounding them, utterly confused as to what they were supposed to be looking at exactly but when Poppy slowly began to move forward again they blinked in surprise but followed her none the less as she neared the archway. It loomed over her the closer she approuched it and her body sucked in a breath she didn't know she needed when the shadow of the arch crossed over her slowly walking form.  The beheaded statues glaring down at her silently as she passed, and stepped onto the path(or what was left of it and began forward. Hattie gave a scowl up to the behead statues as they passed, grip on her trusty umbrella becoming stronger as they passed just in case one of them decided to be a peckneck and chase them. She'd have to fend them off again if that happened. The stacked up old rotting houses and ruins of large stone buildings formed more and more as the further they walked in. Their footsteps echoing around them as they still walked, and Poppy looked around at all the old ruins of what once was houses. Bright, colorful houses and small businesses. All with happy people and their children running in and out all day wearing silly masks playing pretend while the parents and older folk ran the village as usual. The statues bringing joy with their smiling faces and having heads. As they went deeper, Poppy spotted some of the statues that still had heads thank goodness. So not all of them were in that state, but didn't notice Hattie glaring at any she passed until she froze. The end of the path laid ahead of them and ended right before some large stone ruins. Oh. Hattie recognized this place for sure. There was a time rift here she had to fix once and the place she met Timmy. The breeze still ever present blew a few leaves towards the ground where she was standing and Poppy watched as they blew passed her. Blue eyes lazily watching as they fluttered over towards a pretty strange sight that made her blink- "DAH!!" Something snagged the back of her dress as she began forward again and a quick turn of her head confirmed it to be both the girls yanking her back as if her life depended on it. "What in tarnation are you two doing?!"

Bow was the first to speak with a worried voice. "Please don't go that way!,'' she pleaded with big eyes, "The mean statue will get you!"

"What statue?"

Hattie pointed her umbrella at a headless statue that was right next to the path up ahead of them. "THAT statue! No head means it's dangerous! It's cursed and it's gonna chase you if you get too close!"

Poppy immediately looked to where the girl was pointing and stopped. Yes there was a headless statue right there a mere inches away from the path, but it was what was right BEHIND the statue that got her attention. One being that there was a magical blue, glowing cello in the middle of what looked like used to be stone floor, the roof and walls of the building already wasted away. Only leaving a few giant bricks. .....Giant oak walls suddenly clouded her mind. A small cozy place, where any one and everyone could go in and have a small break while reading away by the fireplace- 

"OOF!!" Both girls fell flat on their stomachs as she once again rushed forward, forgetting about the small children behind her for a moment in favor of running the rest of the way down the path and making a break for the faint glow of magical blue cello's and a burning fireplace. "HEY!! THAT WASN'T COOL!!" Hattie's shouting did nothing as the two got up and ran after her again more annoyed. Passing the statue, Hattie gave a stink eye at and one of her famous raspberries as it thankfully remained unmoving there as it should be if it didn't want to face her umbrella's wrath! She was grumpy enough as it was as she caught up with Bow and Poppy finally who was currently staring in wonder at the glowing blue cello, right next to the glowing Blue table and chairs. As if she was seeing another ghost. 

....Poppy's eyes widened in wonder before the older woman, against her better nature, reached a shaking hand out and place in right onto the table, letting out a small gasp when her hand didn't go through. She was expecting to go right through the ghostly looking thing but didn't. It felt cool like an almost ice cube. "W-What is this?...Wait a minute." She suddenly snapped behind her at the old fireplace who for some reason was burning with a regular orange fire. Next to it was a couple logs presumably for the fire, an old chest, a small pot with two old umbrellas, and some time of random painting on a tree right behind some of the old giant bricks. Where shiny oak walls used to be and her eyes widened. "This...The library!" Her eyes went back towards the direction of the statue. A shelf with old books, too worn out to ever read again laying there and a long destroyed grandfather clock no longer ticking. But it was clear as day as to where she was standing right now. Yes. The library was the first business down the west path of the Great Oak Tree when you first enter the village. It was a pretty small business but the village was pretty small so it makes sense. And that means next to it was the school house and a little ways from that was the town hall.  She looked in the direction of the once cute and small stone school house. Nothing but a stone skeleton of pillars and a single rusty lanturn swinging in the breeze from above one of them. All gone. 

"A library?," Hattie looked confused at her again like she sprouted a pair of antlers, "This is where Timmy likes to hang out. Hmm...Haven't seen him yet. I wonder where he is now?"

Poppy didn't pay attention to whomever 'Timmy' was, just pointed at the remains of the old building. "Yes it is...Or at least it was. T-This was a library. A-And that was a school house and over there-...." She stopped pointing in a direction the girls looked. Giant ruins of what was unboutedly large building remained surrounded by the remains of a metal fence around it as she silently stared at it for a good long silent moment. "....The town hall. The mayor lived there. A descendant of the founder you know."

"Hey! I know that place! I fixed a time rift there once!"

Poppy still didn't pay attention. Instead she looked down almost back the way they came but at an angle...There used to be another path here that branched off down the way there towards the village square where most of the homes were...and her stand. Without thinking she began walking in that direction. Mind almost blank and going on second nature. Not paying attention to anything the girls were saying now as she blankly walked and just walked. Past dead trees and their mossy branches. Past more ruins and cracked statues. More fog and more ghosts curiously watching as they walked by. The only thing her blank mind registered at the moment was the couple of graves she saw. The girls only getting more annoyed and confused as she kept on walking-

And walking.

And walking.

And WALKING!!

The air around them had started to become slightly harder as they neared the burning constantly smoking  part of the woods where they really shouldn't be. The embers lit up partially this part of the fog as she continued to walk. The smell of ash and burning plants filling the breeze. Until they all came across a different set of ruins the girls had also seen before. Poppy suddenly stopped....looking up at the large stone monument that was once proudly taken care of. Now only remained a said reminder of what once was, lit by a couple old lanturns on the ground near it's base and the burning woods a few yards away from them. At least the breezes were a little better than the cold ones now.

"The Founder's resting place," she mumbled before starting to walk again. Looking forward at the ruins that laid ahead of them. By now the girls gave each other a look before starting to walk behind her. By now a few curious subconites and dwellers had started gathering around and following curiously as the three walked on and on throughout the forest as Poppy still walked and walked. It wasn't long until they all found themselves in front of what was the town square. there was nothing left barely. A couple old ruins of the buildings that surrounded the giant grand fountain in the town square were gone minus some old ruins that were bourded up with rotting wooden planks, have rusty fencing, road all but gone, and some plants here and there. The once proud fountain itself all dried up and just sitting there like some poor excuse for a statue. Yet another headless statue standing in the middle of it. Once it had beautiful crystal clear water running all through it. Now it was nothing but a sorry waste of stone. "...What ever happened to this place?" She asked herself just loud enough for only her to hear, walking up towards the fountain as the two girls looked to each other and began talking again but her mind didn't register what. As she walked up to the fountain's remains cracked and belittled. .....And placing a hand on it. It was rough and cold as she expected and devoid of like. Running along all those cracks formed from years of weathering away and sighed. "He was right...I-It's all gone."

A small sniff came out followed by her closing her eyes to keep any tears inside and her body shook slightly. The Snatcher was right. The home she knew really wasn't here anymore and she would never be able to get it back...Unfortunately her grief prevented her from hearing the upcoming danger ahead. But Hattie sure saw it when the stone menace dropped from the top of the fountain with a thud and turned it's headless body towards Poppy as the little girl's eyes widened in horror.

"MISS POPPY RUN!!"

A shadow loomed over the woman and she looked behind her, blue eyes going small at the sight of the headless stone monster reaching towards her out of some nightmare. A shriek louder than anything they ever heard before tore through the forest as the red hair woman made a run for it in the opposite direction fear and adreniline pumping through her veins as she ran away from the terrible thing that gave chase to it's prey. The girls screaming something after them as they too gave chase after them. The absolute feeling of looming dread and fear fueled the horrofied woman as she ran through the woods as fast and as far as possible but one look over her shoulders gave her a tiny scream again when she realized it was still right behind her and grabbed at her with it's cold stone hand. Barely missing her hair with every grab. Turning back in front of her breathing heavily and making a sharp turn to try and shake it off. Slipping on a few leaves and falling to half a knee but managed to straighten back up and keep running but unfortunately didn't shake the statue. Running and breathing the cool air into her burning lungs from the amount of heavy breathing the adrenaline caused. Feet thumping against the ground to where she could hear her own footsteps, and the heavy footsteps of the stone monster behind her. 

"LEAVE HER ALONE YOU PECK NECK REJECT!!!," Hattie shouted at the statue one hand on her hat and the other swinging the umbrella at the statue's heels. 

"RUN MS POPPY!! DON'T LOOK BACK!!," Bow yelled unhelpfully behind them.

Poppy could only whimper as she still ran with fear of whatever that statue would do to her on her tail. What was she supposed to do?! She couldn't think straight right now with her mind so focused on running away and now dying.

"GRAB THE NOOSE?!"

"THE WHAT?!," her scared self screeched out not daring to look behind her.

Hattie pointed her umbrella ahead of them. "THE ROPE WITH THE SHINY BLUE ROCKS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!! GRAB IT QUICK!!" 

In her panicked mind she looked for blue rope and her mind did see a rope with blue crystals jutting out from it attatched to a tree. She didn't recognize it as any noose in this state. Only the though that maybe she could climb it and get away crossed her mind. Which is why when she oh so desperately reached her hands out for it and eventually grabbed it, heart hammering against her ribcage, she shrieked again when the thing suddenly clamped down onto her wrist and up, up, up she went. The girls stopping on their heels and watching the grown woman dangle up in the middle of the air wriggling around like a worm on a hook before looking down and gasping from the height. Other hand immediately clamping around the rope spun around her wrist. She must've easily been twenty or more pecking feet above the ground.

"And up we go~," a deep voice cooed but she barely paid attention to it still gasping for air and staring at the ground in fear. The two children were  standing a few yards away from the statue, Hattie glaring and Bow looking worried as it circled where Poppy was hanging a few times before changing direction and running a different way. They all watched as it ran back off towards the fountain area and once it disappeared within the ruins Poppy felt a small wave of relief wash over her. But just barely. She was still high up in the air!!! " Why hello there.~ You look....new around here.~" The same deep voiced cooed out which snapped her attention back up and around the area fear still present on her face. "You know." Blue crystals on the rope glowed like magic as the deep voice echoed out through the air. "I haven't seen a solid neck like yours for a long time.~"

......That was all it took. Another shriek cut through the air and soon enough she was thrashing and pulling at the thing like a mad man to let her go like a monster did catch her.

"Be careful now.~ I don't want to see you meet a miserable end anywhere.~ ....But with me.~ Take it easy my friend.~"

"LET ME GO!! SOMEONE GET ME THE PECK DOWN RIGHT NOW!! HELP ME!!"

"Calm down! We'll get you down promise!," Bow shouted up trying to calm down the raging woman clawing at her clutched hand despite the danger she was in.  

The blue crystals were digging into her skin and scraping it. She was going to have one heck of a rope burn after this but she didn't care as long as she got away and to the safety of the ground below. Which would surely hurt but there was no PECKING way she was staying here like this! She wanted OUT of this nightmare fueled forest! To run and never look back! Nothing was here but bad things to hurt her and lost memories. Tears started to water in her eyes as Poppy's throat clenched and it was becoming hard to breath with that and her heart hammering and lungs forcing air past that clenched throat of her-

"Are you done?," a raspy voice asked her which made her completely stop and open her eyes to meet glowing yellow ones just a few inches away from her face. the giant ghost was scowling at her with crossed arms raising a brow at her situation before groaning and shaking his head. "I leave for less than a minute and you run off like an idiot in a dangerous forest where you can get hurt? Did you even listen to me at all?"

.....She choked and a couple tears fell down her cheeks. "I-Im sorry! Really I am! J-Just p-please help me!"

...Snatcher's face fell seeing her cry like that but sighed and uncrossed his arms  to grab her. "Fine. But maybe now you'll listen." Her body was gently lifted into an almost bridal style as he lifted her up relieving most of the strain on her wrist as he glared down the noose. "Let her go before I burn you into nothing but ashes!"

Instantly like Magic, the grip on her wrist went away and she wretched her hand to her clutching it to her chest as she stared at the receeding rope. "I'm always here for you, Sir.~"

"Yeah. I'm sure you are." His gaze softened as he looked back to her. "Hey. Are you alright?" She didn't answer. Instead staring down to her wrist which had a mark where the rope dug into her tightly and a few scrapes like she suspected. Making him hum. "You'll be fine. Just put some ice on it and you'll be fine in a few hours."

"You can grab onto me whenever you'd like, as long as I get a glimpse of that neck of yours.~"

"PECK OFF!!" Snatcher yelled at the rope as Poppy curled in on herself and leaned more into his hold as he glared at the rope while sinking down towards the ground......Huh. Funny. Why did this situation feel familiar? Snatcher was looking at her with a soft expression as he lowered near the ground, dipping himself down once he got close enough to softly place the panting woman onto the soft ground making her flinch at the sudden action of solid under her body again. Then leaning back up to recross his arms as the girls ran on over to make sure she was ok. By now the small crowd of minions looked around at her having followed their leader over to her to watch the ruckus. "Well....I hope you're satisfied now from your little adventure."

.....The shaking woman weakly pointed back upwards. "That-...It-.....T-TALKING ROPE!! MOSTER STATUE!!.....NO HEAD!!"

...Snatcher looked over to the girls for an explaination and Bow pointed towards the fountain ruins. "The..statue chased her."

He groaned and reached up to punch the area on his face where a nose would've been if he still had one. "Out of all the stupid-...Fine. You know what?" He held up his claws. "It's fine. Let this be a teaching moment for all of you. And what have we learnt today?"

"...Uh....Keep Poppy away from statues?"

"No!...Well, yes. But it's actually keep away from dangerous cursed objects." His gaze went back to the woman still having a moment on the ground clutching her chest and staring up at him and sighed. "Now do you see? There's nothing left of your old home. But us." His claws gestured to the surrounding minions and himself. "We're all that's left and you should accept that's how it is now before you get hurt. Believe me the sooner you do the sooner everything starts to get better for you. Kids. Take her home now."

The girls didn't question the spook as he watched them struggle to get her on her wobbly legs and pushed towards an open clearing much better suited for a signal to the telescopes as Snatcher silently watched them take her away with a slightly soft frown. He knew all too well the panic and need to see for himself what was destroyed before he came to terms with anything right after his death.

"Hey, Boss?" One of the minions gave him a curious look. "Wasn't that a little harsh?"

"......No. The sooner she accepts things the better. Everyone back to your post. I have business to take care of."

[vicedmuses]

Some managers actually cared about what was on a candidate's resume a little too much. Clayton didn't. For him it was all about drive and motivation. What were they willing to do to get and keep the job? That's what's important.

Getting someone that he could fuck on a consistent basis didn't seem like a bad thing to him. They had also saved a lot in their recruitment budget, so spending a little more on a signing bonus also wasn't too bad. Still, he had to at least pretend like he was putting up a fight. "Do you think that a starting bonus is worth it? I don't even know how good of a lay you are and none of the other new hires have gotten that." He lifted himself up a bit so that his pants could be taken down. While his length was responding positively to Caius' actions and everything that the man was doing, he was listening to his words. Clayton could never be caught off guard. Not in his career. "We'll see how you perform right now. I can't promise you anything until I know what I'm getting myself into." He was glad to know that the man also didn't expect an answer right away. That spoke highly of him.

As he watched the other get into the position that was required of him, he leaned back on the chair once his underwear was being pushed down. Clayton moved his right hand over to the employee. He moved his right hand to brush through his hair and then down, thumbing his cheek. "That's not going to be the only thing that I'm thinking about, but I will give it some thought. The better you are, the closer you'll get to that signing bonus."

Plus, they would still need to decide on the percentage of the bonus. Some people got 10, others got 20, others got 30. If Caius was going to outperform all of the others during their interview process and first couple of months working, then he realistically deserved all of the bonuses that he could get. Included the perk of being fucked on the job. His sac tightened when his balls were given attention. Most people would've ignored them, but not Caius. That was enough for Clayton to know that he was skilled. He sucked in a deep breath as he spread his legs, giving him full access to any part of his body that he wanted.

Even though he hadn't been fully erect yet, everything that the other was doing was getting him closer and closer. He could feel that warm mouth engulf his shaft and by the time that it disappeared into his mouth, it was starting to throb like crazy. Clayton felt that familiar tug of his balls as his length twitched and throbbed. He could feel it start to grow inside of Caius' mouth and he let it. His left hand gripped onto the office chair so that he could have something to ground himself. His breathing was also starting to pick up. While he wasn't making any lewd noises just yet, his chest was working overtime as he was working hard on catching his breath. Still, all of that were minor things compared to what he knew was going to come next. The younger man just had to keep this up and he could have whatever he wanted in his employee agreement. His lips parted when he pulled away from the massive length, still working on catching his breath. The CEO dropped his right hand so that it wasn't on the candidate's face anymore, letting him do whatever he wanted. He didn't want to guide him just yet. He wanted to see what the man was capable of all on his own without any help.

Fuck. That was the final straw that he needed to get his body to fully react positively to the other's actions. Clayton let out a muffled groan when Caius pushed his mouth back down on his length. He started to undo the buttons of his shift, tossing his tie over his shoulder. He did so in order for his chest to be exposed. Now, his left hand was moving up and playing with one of his own nipples. To excite himself even more, he started to twist and tug on it. "Fuck, you're good with your mouth, aren't you?" His cock was already starting to harden some more, throbbing inside of the man's mouth. His eyes started to roll to the back of his head as his own groans started to get louder and louder. Clayton laid back on his chair so that he was even more comfortable. His ass started to clench as he lifted himself up a bit, planting his feet firmly on the ground.

Caius was glad his fake resume did the trick. He really just needed a foot in the door. He could pick up the necessary skills quicker than he could snap his fingers. Plus, it was good money. At least for the next six months.

Hands continued to idle massage over the elongated bulge forming in the man's pants. The size was already bigger than what he was used to, but as he palmed on, he could tell Clayton wasn't even at his fullest potential just yet. "Trust me, Sir. I'll give you such a good blowjob, you'll be feeling it for days." While he wasn't necessarily the best at bottoming, especially with well-endowed men like the CEO before him, his oral skills were unmatched. He was either too vocal, too loud or too sensitive; hence, the soft objection of allowing the man to fuck him right here on his desk. As he spoke on, he began to unclasp the man's belt-buckle without breaking eye contact. Next, the button and then the zipper, before he started to shimmy the pants down. "If you want to fuck me, I will have to request a starting bonus, and a promise that... you'll fuck me again, and again, after today." Caius' line of thought stemmed on the fact that this was a wealthy, successful man. Perhaps if he got in his good books, he could fork out a higher raise to help build up his savings.

"No need to answer just yet, Boss." Caius grinned his pearly white teeth at the man. "Think about it while I worship your dick." His kneeling position progressed to that of being on both knees, sitting back on the heel of his thrifted shoes. With a careful hand, he worked the elastic material of Clayton's boxer briefs down, aided by the way the man would lift his hips to help Caius pull the garment down to join his trousers at his ankles.

Once that cock rolled and bobbed free, his mouth flowed with saliva, which he forced himself to gulp down. Nothing else was said; he secured a hand at the base of that thickened shaft, providing it with some relief with a steady stroke. Instead of heading directly to that swollen, pretty cockhead, he craned his head down, parting his lips enough to abduct one of the firm, full testicles into the wet heat of his mouth. He made sure to keep his teeth out of the way, only providing the sensitive flesh with a light suckle and brushing sweeps of his tongue. After several minutes at each one, he freed himself with a faint pop.

Both hands now settled across the man's hips. If this was to be a true blowjob, he would not bother utilising his hands, only to help angle the length upwards, instead of where it laid obscenely against his hip or stomach. Again, his lips spread out, much further than before, stretched to their limit as he sunk his mouth upon that impressive length. Judging by the flexibility in it, he guessed Clayton was still not yet at his peak. While he still could, his gaze turned upward to note the man's reaction as inch by inch, Caius skillfully made the man's fat slab of meat disappear into his mouth. The girth would prove to be a challenge, but with a forceful push down, the length slowly, but surely, worked its way past the back of his mouth, digging into his throat, causing Caius' neckline to bulge out with the fat cock, faint veins already visible in his neck. But, still, he only gagged once. With that first bob of his head, and with how full he was, he couldn't maintain that eye contact anymore as his plump, pink lips neared the base. Clayton's wet balls were flush against the groomed facial hair along Caius' chin, warm, wet and snug. While he still could, he retracted his head, only but an inch, before sinking it back down, his face digging in to the CEO's navel.

Ever slowly, Caius finally backed away, the length now fully slick with a beautiful thick layer of hot spit. He didn't release it entirely, he allowed the head to rest on the surface of his tongue, allowing him to swallow remnants of spit and pre-cum that had begun to seep out. Without much warning, his mouth sealed around him again. With one fell swoop, the entire monstrosity was buried back into his throat. His head retracted again, and sunk back down again. When it came to oral work, he didn't care how messy things became. It was natural to get a little sweaty, for spit bubbles to form at the corners of his mouth and fluids to froth along his jaw as he delivered bob after bob, enough to fill the office with sounds of Caius greedily swallowing the man's cock down while it was still somewhat soft. He knew once it was fully hardened off, he would gag and choke. But for now, the taste of the man had him eagerly sucking, making sure his tongue was working just as much as his lips and throat were.

[derangedwritings]

Cherry Reyes

Chapter 2: You

TW/CW:

"Reyes?!"

Cherry exclaimed, only to be shushed by a dog bark.

"Hello." He sounded like he was just woken up, his voice an octave lower than usual.

It woke the butterflies in Riko's stomach.

Riko could only sputter incoherently as a response.

"Calm down, come with me." Reyes lowered the flashlight and gestured for Riko to follow him into the office building.

Reyes turned on the lights, and florescent yellow lit up the bland office space. He gestured to a black leather chair for Riko to sit on.

Riko took a seat as he watched a young German Sheppard make its way into the office space and next to Reyes, who promptly gave the dog some pets.

"So what are you doing here?" Riko asked, cautiously.

"I should be the one asking you that." Reyes deadpanned.

"Fair. I'm here on a dare." Riko then explained the whole dare as fast as possible.

"That's basically everything." Riko panted out, not having breathed during his monologue.

Reyes quirked up his right eyebrow and gave a questioning glare. "You need new friends. They suck."

"You aren't the first one who's told me that." Riko said with a chuckle.

"Then get new ones. People always come and go."

Riko rolled his eyes at that.

"Says the one who literally disappeared for like four and a half years." Riko pointed out.

"I'm aware. And it was five years on the dot," Reyes corrected, "I came back a month ago."

"Where'd you go?"

"Elsewhere."

"No, duh.... Why did you leave me?" Riko finally voiced the question that had been bouncing around his head.

"I had to. I missed you, ya know?" Reyes gave a shy smile.

"I missed you too. Now, who's this?" Riko said as he squatted down and started to pet the dog.

"That's Mon, I found him behind a dumpster as a puppy. He's mine now." Reyes then started to pet Mon's ears. Mon was loving all the attention.

The pair had not noticed how close they were while petting Mon. Heads literally inches from each other.

They were lost in their own world for a moment, giving Mon all the attention.

Riko hadn't noticed his legs getting tired from squating. That was until he lost balance.... and fell forward.

Their lips connected. Riko's plush lips into Reyes' chapped ones.

Two pairs of shocked eyes stared into one another, not moving.

Riko pulled back and covered his lips with his hand, gasping.

Reyes hadn't moved. Hand still frozen on Mon mid-pet, eyes wide.

"I'm-I'm so sorry!" Riko squeaked and ran from the office.

With his adrenaline rush, he flew over the fence and ran.

Riko ran all the way home. Not caring how much noise he made while he slammed his bedroom door.

Hyperventilating while leaning against the wall. Riko tried to bring his racing heart down.

"Ri? You good?" Reina's concerned voice came through the closed door.

"I kissed Reyes!" Riko shouted, panicked.

"Wait, what?! The guy that disappeared like four years ago?"

"Five."

"What?"

"It was five years ago!"

"Okay, hold on. Let me in your room!" Reina shouted as she opened the door to see Riko sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Riko. Look at me." Renia said as she lifted Riko's head.

"Reina. I kissed. Him. I kissed Reyes. You were right. Reyes is the new mechanic guy. I think. He was there. At shop." Riko blurted.

"As much as I enjoy being told that I am right, that's not the point. Slow down and explain what the fuck has you so panicked."

Riko and Reina started to talk slowly, Riko explaining what he had done at the club, then entering the mechanic shop. All the way to him running from Reyes and home. The only thing he left out was Han trying to force himself outside the club.

"You're an idiot for listening to them. You should've listened to Han." Renia softly scolded.

"I know, but I'm so tired. I just want to sleep." Riko said as he fell into the mountain of pillows and stuffed animals he owned.

"Goodnight." Reina called as she left the room, letting Riko fall asleep.

The next morning, Riko woke up with the sun rise.

Today, he had to go downtown to get the groceries that his parents had ordered online.

He slowly got ready for the day. Showering, skincare, hair styling.

Today, he chose a pink striped sweater with a big cherry in the center of the chest.

He grabbed the keys from the kitchen and made his way to the black sedan his parents owned.

Driving through the city wasn't an activity that Riko enjoyed, but Reina had to man the counter at the shop. Riko had nothing else to do, so he's now driving.

When he arrived at the grocery store and checked in, he waited. When the worker came to his car with all his groceries, Riko paused.

Han.

Han had a stupid neon yellow vest and a cart with his family's groceries.

Riko cursed but hoped for the best. He's hoping Han doesn't remember the night before. He's hoping that Han doesn't recognize the car.

Two taps on the back windshield were the sign to open the trunk. Riko pressed the button from the front seat, and the trunk opened.

Han proceeded to put the heavy bags in the trunk. He looked tired, and the bags under his eyes held more weight than the bags of fertilizer in his arms.

Riko sunk into the driver's seat, watching Han through the rear view window.

The last bag of supplies had been put into the trunk when Han looked up. His dangling earrings reflecting in the sunlight.

"Riko?" Han tried, cautiously.

"Han," Riko mimicked Han's tone.

"Can we talk?" Han asked.

"You have work," Riko said pointedly.

"I do. I mean, later, can we talk? It can't be a text conversation." Han pressed.

Unable to reject his friend, Riko meekly nodded.

Han gave a wave goodbye before going back to work, closing Riko's trunk.

Riko let out a breath he was holding, pulling himself back into the proper position to drive.

The drive back to the shop was silent and uneventful.

At the shop, Reina helped Riko to unload the car. They put the flower shop supplies in the back room and the house supplies upstairs.

"Ah shit." Reina exclaimed with a hand on her forehead.

"What?" Riko tilted his head to the side.

"I need more ribbon and planting gloves. Mom forgot to add them to the cart." Reina groaned, "Can you go to the plant store and get some? It's closer than the grocery store, but you'll still need to drive."

"I know where it is. I'll be back!" Riko cheered sarcastically before getting back into the car.

On the way to the plant shop. The car suddenly turned off. Groaning in frustration of the old, beat up, sedan. Riko, in vain, tried to turn it on.

Unlike most people, Riko just decided to call the tow company.

A short little conversation with the company, a kind fellow owned the place, Riko waited for the tow truck.

Riko also called his parents and told them about the situation, in which they told him to go to the shop and tell the Ownels that they'll pay for it.

When the beat-up truck arrived, Riko internally cheered.

The truck driver loaded up the sedan and offered Riko a ride to the car shop, in which Riko agreed.

The drive was mostly silent, save for the talk show radio.

At the shop, Riko bid the truck driver goodbye and turned to the short older woman across the counter in the office.

"Hello, Mrs. Ownel."

"Hello, Riko. Lemme guess, the car broke down? That thing is older than your sister, I don't understand why your parents won't get a new one."

"I don't, either. How much is it going to cost?" Riko leaned on the counter.

"Probably around five hundred, since we know your family so well." The older woman gave a kind smile, which Riko returned as he texted his parents the total.

"My mother said to put it on the tab," Riko replied after seeing his mother's text.

"Will do," she turned to the back to call her husband, "Hey Hon! The Cherry's sedan needs repair!"

From the back, Riko could hear Mr. Ownel's faint voice, "Hey Lou! Can you get started on that?"

Riko's interest was piqued by the Lou Mr. Ownel called for. Until messy ebony hair peaked from the corner.

Reyes came from the back, only in a wife beater and black jeans. No earrings or jewelry to be found, only a headband keeping his hair back. His muscles displaying his arm tattoo proudly to the world.

The tattoos Reyes had were very strange in Riko's thoughts. There was one that started on Reyes' right shoulder and decended down his arm. It was made of symbols and lines that Riko couldn't understand. It looked almost like a clock if a clock had an ornate minute hand at each number on its face. There were symbols circling the top half of the circle. The bottom half had two half crescents and ruler straight lines decending down his arm to about an inch above Reyes' elbow.

Reyes walked up to Riko as close as he possibly could. His height makes Riko seem like a toddler standing in front of a giant. Riko looked everywhere else except Reyes' face and the two neck tattoos of symbols Riko still did not recognize.

Riko held his breath as Reyes looked down at him, face blank.

A minute passed before Reyes tilted his head in a silent question, right eyebrow raised. It was that moment when Riko finally noticed Reyes' outstretched palm.

Riko frantically took the keys from his pocket and into Reyes' calloused hands.

Reyes' lip gave a slight upturn at the corner as Riko's face heated up.

Reyes walked back to the car to begin working.

Riko stared out the window, watching Reyes work silently.

"Since when did that happen?" Riko asked.

"A month ago, he came into the shop asking to use one of our tools. Apparently, his motorbike had broken down. We offered to fix it for him, but he said that he won't have anyone but him work on his bike. My husband watched as Riko worked. He was surprised by the sheer talent the kid had for mechanics. We asked what his plans were, and he said he didn't have any. So we offered him a job to work on cars and, with Mon, guard the shop at night. The old attic above the office was turned into his and Mon's room. I don't know why, though. He barely sleeps. I'm not sure what he's up to, but no money or parts have gone missing. So im not worried." Mrs. Ownel explained, and Riko nodded as she explained. Taking mental notes, he had to write down later.

Seemingly having heard his name, Mon trotted over to Riko, asking for pets.

Riko kneeled down and gave the big German shepherd some head scratches.

Riko eventually got a ride home from his parents, who had just returned from a business trip, and Riko couldn't think of anything but Reyes.

Why was Reyes called Lou?

Why was Reyes back?

What happened to the Reyes from school?

Did Reyes like the kiss as much as I did?

Riko was so lost in thought, staring out the window of his bedroom, not registering what he was looking at. The sun was still high in the sky, and people used the light to be productive about their day.

Bzzzzzt! Buzzzzzt! Buzzzzzt!

Riko nearly fell off his bed when he jumped in fear. He was startled by his phone ringing, the screen flashing with the caller ID. Han.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Riko answers his phone.

There was a thick silence between both callers. Neither want to start a conversation.

"Hey," Han's voice turned slightly robotic from the phone speaker.

"Hello," Riko had no idea what Han was thinking.

"I called you three times, and I was about to give up," a pathetic chuckle came from Han, "where can we meet and talk?"

"Come to my place," Riko suggested without a second thought.

"A-are you sure? I don't want to bother... and -" Han started to stutter and splurt out sentences that barely made sense, a tall-tale sign that Han was anxiously overthinking.

"Han." Riko's strict tone cut Han's sentence short. "Just come over. Car is broken, and I really do not feel like being around a group of people right now. My family is managing the store downstairs, and we'll have the privacy of the whole apartment."

"I- uh. Okay! Okay... I'll be there in ten."

Riko hung up his phone and set it aside on one of the pillows with a sigh and heaved himself up off his bed.

He got a glimpse at himself in the mirror. He was wearing an old pinkish orange sweater with white clouds sewn into it and black sweatpants. Outside of his work uniform, Riko only ever wore oversized sweaters. The current one he wore was very stretched out, making it even bigger. It used to be his favorite, but it eventually was turned into a comfy sleep or lounge shirt. It's been through a lot, which made it fit for the conversion he's about to have. It gave comfort.

Riko padded down the stairs and unlocked the door to the flowershop.

It was busy, and spring was always busy. Lovers looking for the perfect gift. Families looking for flowers for lost ones. Old women looking for center pieces for their tables. Young adults get starting seeds for gardens. All kinds of people made their way in and out of the shop.

The door was right behind the counter, so patrons don't try to go upstairs in the very unlikely chance that one of the members of Riko's family forgets to lock it.

Riko stood on the bottom step, one hand on the banister, the other on the door knob, and slightly leaned out.

Reina was chatting with a younger man at the counter. Riko faintly remembers the guy's face, but Riko wasn't going to ponder how he knew the guy.

"Hey, Han's stopping by soon. Just send him up, will ya?" Riko said to Reina, who just gave a nod in return.

Riko made his way back up the steps to wait.

Less than five minutes, Riko hears unsure footsteps make their way up the stairs.

"H-hey Riko," Han nervously shuffled his shoes off and placed them on the shoe rack by the stairs.

Han had a plain white T-shirt, black jeans, and simple diamon studs in his ears, so simple, but Han pulled it off effortlessly

"Okay, I'm done. Why are you suddenly so nervous?" Riko questioned. Han was usually the bright, cheery, confident, and a little clumsy guy who seemingly had no fear. The Han who stood awkwardly by the kitchen was not the confident Han.

"Well, if you drunkenly kissed the guy you had a crush on for years and almost forced yourself on him, how would you act?" Han shot back, a glimpse of the loud version of him peaking out.

"Fair... wait, you had a crush on me? For years?" It took Riko a second to grasp the concept of anyone liking him romantically for a second, let alone longer than a year.

"That... that was definitely not in the script," Han cursed.

"What script?"

"I had a whole conversation planned out. Confessing was not part of it at all, but I don't have a filter between my brain and mouth sometimes." Han sheepishly admitted to the younger boy, who gave a light chuckle in return.

"We should probably address the elephant in the apartment," Riko started, "take a seat."

Han pulled out the chair across Riko at the dining room table and sat down, cringing when the chair squeaked.

"You called the meeting, you can start." Riko prompted after Han had stared at him in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Oh, right, I did do that..." Han took an audible breath and folded his hands on the table, not wearing any rings he normally did. "I am so sorry. I should not have done any of that. I hate to see you in pain or uncomfortable in any way, and it hurts me to know that I caused you to be uncomfortable. Especially after you said you weren't gay. I know you probably hate me for being gay, but I can't help it. I'll do anything you want, just don't tell the others." Han pleded with Riko, who couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry for laughing, but I can't help it. You don't have to grovel for me, I'm still just Riko. If anything, I'd be hurt if you hadn't tried to make it up to me," Riko grew quieter and quieter until he practically mumbled, "Besides, It'd be hypocritical of me to hate you and out you."

Han tilted his head in confusion, "How? You're not telling me - Are you?"

Riko smiled at Han, whose face lit up like a Christmas tree and did a little happy dance in his chair.

"However, that does not excuse your behavior, young man." Riko playfully scolded.

"I know. I'm just happy that you don't hate me. I was afraid of losing you to a drunk mistake. Not that I regret it. I don't, even in my drunk mind, I really enjoyed the kiss. You're not a mistake. Kissing you in that situation was. God, I feel so stupid. I was going to ask you on a proper date and do a nice confession, but I just had to screw myself over," Han rambled.

"Han, I'm just going to say it. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I want to date you, I don't know this version of you well." Riko said gently.

Han's grin widened. "Just means I have time to win you over, gives an excuse to hang out with you," Han winked, "Unless you don't want to. Then, I'll just leave everything here, and we can go on as if we are just friends." Han added.

"You can try, but I've never truly dated anyone. Don't get your heart broken if I end up not liking you romantically," Riko warned.

"That wasn't a definite no, that's a win!" Han shouted, and Riko giggled at the childish behavior.

The pair stayed and talked for a few hours until Han's mother called him home to help his mother with caring for his siblings.

Riko went to bed that night, feeling light and happy.

The next morning, Riko picked up the family car from the garage, and he dropped it off at his house before heading to work.

"Hey Riko!" Tyler called from behind the counter.

"Hello, Hello," Riko replied.

The first two hours of Riko's shift went smoothly, then a familiar face came into the shop.

"Hey, welcome to- Oh, hi Reyes. What can I do for you?" Riko looked anywhere except Reyes' amused face.

"Black coffee?

"Yeah, we have that. What size? Here or to go?" Riko started to input the order on the touch screen.

"Medium. To go."

"Okay, anything else?"

"No."

"Right, okay. That'll be five dollars even."

Silently, Reyes handed over a five dollar bill.

"Thank you, we're not busy, so just take a seat anywhere," Riko gestured to the empty cafe. It was right after mid-day rush, so the place was empty. Tyler was stocking in the back while Riko busied himself with the front counter.

Reyes took the two person table at the front of the cafe, next to the big windows that look out onto the street.

When the coffee machine beeped, Riko took out the medium hot drink cup and poured the freshly made coffee.

He made his way to Reyes, who was looking out the window, and set down the cup.

"I'm not surprised you ordered black coffee," Riko attempted to make conversion.

"Why?"

"You've always had the dark and mysterious emo vibes," Riko shrugged.

"I hate black coffee," Reyes deadpanned, and Riko gave a confused and panicked look. "It's for Mr. Ownel." Reyes explained.

"Oh! If it's for the Ownels, wait here for a second," Riko chirped and rushed behind the counter.

Riko poured a cup of hot water and put a lid on it. Then he bagged two lemon pastries, a chocolate muffin, and a camomile tea bag. After writing something on a sticky note and placing it inside the bag. Riko made his way back to Reyes with a paper bag and a cardboard cup holder.

"Take these also. Mrs. Ownel has been complaining of stress, and camomile tea is supposed to relax you. Also, the pastries are fresh, and the lemon ones are their favorite." Riko mumbled.

Reyes took the bag gently from Riko's hand, "You know, you don't have to be awkward around me. What happened that night, it happened, and it was an accident. So let's move on."

Riko nodded at Reyes's words and waved goodbye.

As Reyes went out the door, he nearly collided with another man entering the store. Reyes just gave a blank stare before leaving down the street.

"Rude..." Han's face turned into a bright smile as he saw Riko standing there. "Hey Riks!"

Han walked in, looking straight out of a movie. The silver jewelry shiny in the late afternoon sun.

"Hi, Han. What can I do for you?"

"Nothing. Was just walking by and decided to stop in, but I could go for a Chai latte." Han leaned over the counter.

Riko started on the drink as he listened to Han ramble about his day.

Riko pushed the finished drink towards Han, who smiled softly.

"How much is it?"

"What? You don't have to pay!" Riko exclaimed, waving his hands.

"Riks. I know every drink you make for us comes out of your paycheck. I always feel bad coming for drinks at Jiaung's request." Han said softly.

"It's fine, Han. Really, don't worry about it," Riko gave a warm smile that Han returned happily.

They stared at each other, lost in their own worlds, when the bell chimed and signaled someone had entered the store.

"Riko! Han!" Jiaung's screechy voice rang through the quiet building.

"Hello." Riko greeted, and Han gave a wave.

"I'm hosting a party tonight at Crystal's! You guys have to be there! I'll see you at eleven and you better dress up!!"

Just like that, Jiaung left.

"I fucking hate her parties," Han groaned.

"We have to go, or she gets upset and throws a tantrum." Riko sighed.

"I know. When does your shift end?" Han asked.

Riko checked his phone, "In about an hour, why?"

Han perked up, "we can get ready and go together. We can match outfits, and I can style you!"

Riko was taken aback by the suggestion, and before he could question it, Han spoke up.

"Not as a date, Jiaung's parties would be a terrible date idea."

"I was about to say, but yeah, let's do that." Riko agreed, and Han did a little happy dance.

"I'll just wait around here until your shift ends. My apartment complex is about a five minute walk from here," Han smiled and found a comfy place to sit.

The next hour crawled by for both Riko and Han.

Tyler was happily busy doing inventory while Riko cleaned and tended to the occasional customer. Han had started to scroll through various social media quietly.

When Riko finally clocked out and bid Tyler goodbye, Han was ready to go.

"Shall we?' Han asked, offering his arm to Riko.

"We shall," Riko laughed and linked their arms.