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cheschesterpossum · 2 days ago

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Here's the "lil' something something" I've been working on for your Creators In the Flesh AU! The fic ran away from me. It was only supposed to be a drabble, but then I got carried away. And now it's, like, an entire one-shot.

(Also, I've elected to call myself the Perchance Anon, bc it's funny.)

Also, just wanna put a few warnings here for yandere behaviors, drugging/kidnapping, slight blood, some of the lore-related liberties I took when writing this which I can explain later, and what is probably going to be some ooc-ness on SG! Rung's part. I haven't written for him before. So, yeah...

You enter the unkempt project lab slowly, as the scientist responsible for checking in on, and maintaining the dimension you'd had a hand in creating. Stepping through the interdimensional groundbridge, and setting to work bringing the diagnostic systems back to life. You note immediately that a strange layer of dust blankets the keyboard you type on, whilst you work and it irritates you that nobody cleaned this up while you were away. Shouldn't somebody have been here to clean all of this? Surely Rung would've seen to that, at least. He was always so thorough when it came to dusting, cleaning, and well, whatever task you gave him so he wouldn't bother you whilst you did your job. When you were around, at least. You'd heard from the others that he wasn't always that cooperative when you took a sick day.

You pause to light a cigarette before continuing, and thus fail to notice the quiet pattering of a single set of pedes trailing into the groundbridge emitter's room. A few minutes later, your diagnostic tests finish, and you take the datapad containing the report with you when you trudge back into the groundbridge emitter's room. Almost completely ignoring the fact that you are no longer alone in favor of completing your final task for the day. But. As to be expected, because it could never be Easy coming here. The groundbridge closes mere moments before you could cross back through it. As though somebody was waiting to pull the plug on you.

Setting aside your report, you roll up your sleeves in preparation for what you'd have to go through to get home this time. You sigh loudly once you've opened the hastily tampered with maintenance panel, and witnessed the chaos that somebody had wreaked upon the machine's interior. It certainly could be worse, though, couldn't it. After a few minutes of tinkering with the old machinery, you stand up, and attempt to reestablish the connection. Nothing. Huh. Guess it's gonna take a minute or two. Suddenly, the door closes and locks behind you as familiar footsteps creep closer to your position. Rung? Of course. He must've tampered with the emitter to buy himself some time with you.

You try to turn around to face your needy creation so you can buy yourself some time whilst the groundbridge emitter does its job, but Rung wraps an arm around your neck before you can even move. He wraps his right arm around your waist, and pulls you close. Nuzzling his faceplate snugly into the side of your neck in the process. Rung ventilates deeply, and shudders quietly for a minute or two. The quiet sounds of living and non-living technology fills the silence between you. The mech curls himself around you tightly like he hadn't seen you in centuries, and had scarcely believed you to be alive. A strange sort of desperation, to be sure, considering that you'd only been gone for a month at most.

You shift uncomfortably in Rung's grasp for a few minutes, and issue his release command once you'd had enough of his clinging. Taking the chance to shuffle out of his grasp when the purple bear trap pries itself open for you automatically. Rung's optics narrow slightly at your casual use of a command once he composes himself. Had thought that you'd grown past ordering him about like a dog, but alas.

You cough awkwardly when you make eye contact with him again, and back away further when he tries to bridge the gap between you. "Sorry. I didn't want to do that, you know. But breaking company machinery called for a higher reprimand than the scolding from HR you'd have received if you'd only just invaded my personal space. You're lucky I knew how to fix the groundbridge emitter, by the way Rung."

Your reprimand softens slightly into a mild complaint, because you aren't paid enough to hold something this minor against him. Not to mention, he'd even left the removed parts inside the maintenance panel. Like he wanted you to find them, and put them back. A lazy attempt to endear himself to you, probably.

"Now, if you don't mind, I've got to get this datapad report back to HQ. Seems like I'm the only Project: Primus member they trusted to complete the task. Orrrr at least the only one that hadn't left to take on a separate project shortly after their first attempt. If the scientist running the diagnostic tests didn't disappear outright during the process." You carefully pivot 90 degrees to simultaneously address the groundbridge terminal, and keep an eye on your possessive creation post explanation. But find, to your dismay, that the emitter hasn't even begun to bridge the gap between dimensions yet. "Huh? Why hasn't it reopened yet? Everything is back in place in the emitter, it should be working by now." You turn fully to run a diagnostic test on the machine, and to reopen the maintenance panel just in case there was something you missed in your initial repairs.

Ignoring Rung once more in favor of efficiency, to his growing agitation. A minute passes, and then two before Rung growls, and grabs you again. Wrenching you away from the control panel, and telepathically shutting the machine down again with the connection he'd established to the ancient machinery occupying the Dimensional Control Center decacycles ago.

"Woah, Rung. What's gotten into-"

He pivots you around swiftly to hug your smaller frame to himself properly, and to plant your face into his neck cabling. He presses his faceplate into your hair afterwards, and then begins to stroke the back of your head in an attempt to self-soothe. You still smell of cigarettes, machinery, and sweat when he ventilates to draw in your scent once more. How is your scent still the same as when you were actively checking in with your team on Project:Primus all those vorns ago?

How long had it been since you've been gone?

Years? Centuries? No. It was much longer than that. He was sure of it. No matter. He simply won't lose you again. Never ever again… Not now that he's finally gotten you back.

"Perhaps. ...hah... Perhaps, the reason it won't reopen for you, my Dear. Is because it was never meant to. I'd been waiting for you to return for Such a Long time, after all. All of us have. Even the machinery you'd used before longed to feel your gentle touch again." He shudders again before picking up where he'd left off. "And you know how lonely I-We get. When you aren't around to monitor our progress. To witness how far we'd come under your careful supervision." He shifts his servo onto the back of your neck after his little speech, and jabs his transformed pointer digit into the side of it once he'd identified a proper injection site.

Injecting you with a sedative, and installing a tracker in you, all at the same time. In case you get any ideas once you woke up in your new home.

You feel the sting of his claw piercing the side of your neck, and you begin to thrash wildly in his iron grasp. He hesitantly releases you once he's certain of the trackers installation. Smugly satisfied at your panic, but not angry enough with you to properly enjoy it. Not now that he knows you hadn't meant to leave him behind.

You press your hand to the minor wound, and look back at your creation incredulously before you stagger over to a nearby med-station. Surely there must be some kind of omni-antivenom in here…? Right? But upon further investigation, you only find the odd bottle of ointment and a few gauze rolls in the dusty old med station. You push yourself away from it in frustration, and turn to face Rung head on. Shaken, but undeterred. "Alright. -Just. What did you dose me with? … Rung. Look at me. What. Did You. Dose me with?"

He doesn't respond this time, but the bitter longing in his optics speaks volumes. It couldn't have been poison, then. There's no way he'd get rid of you with how obsessive he'd been since his creation day. The mech watches you stagger away from the med-station with a predatory interest. Head turning to center you in his crimson gaze as you set about restarting the groundbridge emitter again.

Not that he'd let you escape, of course, but all you're doing is wasting time before that sedative kicks in fully. Truthfully, he'd broken the machine in a far more complicated manner than you had initially realized when you "fixed" it earlier. Just enough to prevent a real connection with your prior dimension, but not so much that it wouldn't even power on. It would such a shame if you were to look deep enough to find the real root of the problem now wouldn't it?

Rung stalks closer to you like a hungry wolf as you silently try to figure out why the machine isn't working. Drawing ever closer as you type away desperately at the diagnostic panel, akin to a rabbit clawing desperately at the walls looking for an escape route.

Luckily however, this wolf isn't looking for an easy meal. Just the permanent return of a beloved companion. His arms stretch out towards where you lean against the groundbridge emitter's maintenance panel, poised to catch you once you fall, with twitching claws primed to dig in and never let go.

You try to haul yourself upright again when your knees buckle under the weight of the sedative, but your grip falters too. Leaving you to slump into Rung's arms as the two of you collapse to the ground. Your world swims in and out of focus as you fight to stay awake, and Rung carefully brushes your hair out of your face. He stares into your eyes for a moment, temporarily lost for words. But you speak up with the last of your strength to ask one simple question: "Why?"

His optics widen in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe you had the nerve to ask him that. But he composes himself again, looks away, and then he answers you. "It seems that time runs differently between our two dimensions, Dear. What felt like little more than a month to you in your previous dimension, was millions of years in ours. We waited ever-so-patiently for you to return, you know. But your usual arrival time came and went repeatedly. And beyond your coworkers appearing less, and less frequently, your primes and I feared the worst."

When he looks back to see you asleep, he huffs in frustration before lifting you into a princess carry. The doors between the two of you and your new home open easily at his command. And seal shut behind you. Locking firmly in place. They'd never open again if Rung had it his way. And he's finally ensured that he would from now on.

With you by his side.

-Perchance Anon

*inhale* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED?!!!!! I HAVE BEEN TRANSFERRED TO HEAVEN???!!!

LORD I CAN'T PUT INTO WORD ON HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. THIS IS MAGNIFICENT, THIS IS WHAT I NEEDED ALL ALONG

I CAN DIE HAPPY NOWWWWWWW

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little-lolaaa · 3 days ago

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Mafia Boss!Chris Sturniolo × Stripper!Reader Pt. 2!

(I'm bad at warnings, so I apologize for anything I miss)

Warnings!! - pet names, sexual behavior, cussing, invasion of privacy, possible stalker(debunked), I can't think of anything else...

!!NOT PROOFREAD!!

I hated myself for accepting the money. I honestly wanted nothing more than to throw myself in front of a bus because of it. I went to work the next day and asked my manager who the guy was the requested the private from me.

"Oh! That was Chris, he said he loved the way you danced. Why?"

"Just curious, thanks, baby." I smiled softly. Walking back to my station to get ready for my shift, I kept thinking about him. Why did he send me the money? Was it even him? What if he's here again tonight?

I thought about every possible thing that could run through my mind before I started my performance. How old is he? What does he do? How did he get my bank information? Is he some crazy stalker? Stalkers can't look like cute and carry that much money in cash around can they???

I quickly pushed the thoughts away with a sip of an energy drink. I talked with some of the girls about the money and Chris, but they weren't really helpful. They told me to just ask for more money or try and get him 'wrapped around my finger'.

I mean- it wouldn't be bad to have him around my finger and at my mercy, but that's not who I am. I don't wanna use people for their money. Especially not someone I only met a few nights ago.

12:36 A.M.

I just finished my performance and started setting up my private rooms for customers. I cleaned up the tables, wiped off the couches/chairs and the stage. I also added some small finishing touches like candles to really set the mood.

My first private was a guy named Mack. He was a regular who paid a little bit more than I asked for. Always made sure to give a generous tip.

Jake was my second, I'd seen him around the club a few times, but this was my first private with him, so I made sure to give him an unforgettable experience.

By the time my 4th private came around, I was tired, sweaty, exhausted, and out of breath, but I pushed through and gave the client a performance.

I sat at the edge of the stage and waited for my final customer to come in. When I heard the door open, I stood up, my legs wobbling slightly from the constant dancing, and I got ready to give another dance. "No need ma, just sit down and relax. You deserve it"

His voice cut through the air like a sharp blade through paper. Jackass. Or chris, but none the less – jackass. "I hope you know I get paid to dance. Not sit around and be lazy." I snapped back. "And who's paying you?"

"..." I just rolled my eyes, not wanting to answer his stupid question.

"Exactly. Now, I'm paying you. Which means if I say you don' have to dance, you ain't gonna dance f'me alrigh' ma?" I stared at him, skeptical at first, but reluctantly sighed and sat down again. "Do you want anything to drink?" He asked softly, pulling out his phone. "No, no I'm okay. I'm not allowed to drink on the job anyway"

"Sodas ma, energy drinks, whatever floats your boat." he glanced up at me, waiting for my response. "Uhh-...I'll just have a water. Thank you.." I glanced around nervously. "Alright" he looked back down at his phone, typed something out, and then put it away again.

"Sooo..." I stated awkwardly.

"Do you like working here?" He spoke softly. "Uhh- yea- yea no- I mean- yea I like working here I- I yea- Uhh-"

"Relax, Ma. No need to be nervous, ok?" He reassured gently. "Yea, no- yea, sorry, I just- jesus, it's been a minute since I've actually sat down to take a breath." I let out a heavy sigh. "Water should be here soon, don't worry"

"I uhh- yea I like working here- I uhh..I meet a lot of new people, except the pervs, obviously, and uhhmm- the girls are nice. Love the girls and my manager, Lisa, she's amazing. I like to dance too, I really like to dance, actually." I admitted quietly.

"Yea? What do you like about dancing?" He leaned forward a bit, seemingly intrigued.

"I don't know how to explain it really - it's just something about getting to move my body around freely without any restrictions. I also like dancing even more now because I get to make money off of it, too. I've always liked dancing, too. It really helped me relieve stress and relax my body while simultaneously stretching and becoming more 'aware' I guess?? Of my surroundings? I don't know how to describe it really"

I tried my best to explain why I liked dancing to him, but without going on an hour long rant, it made my explanation seem stupid or really hard to understand. He just nodded along like he understood my explanation without actually understanding it.

"Aren't you gonna ask me about the money?"

His voice cut through walls.

"....why?" I asked softly. "Why did you send the money? And how did you get my information?"

"I'm a Mafia boss. The other night when I saw your dance, I went home after the private and dug up some of your information. I know I invaded your privacy, and I do apologize for that. My name is Christopher Sturniolo, but you can call me Chris, ok?"

"...Okay..." I muttered under my breath. "Did I..." Honestly, the first thing I thought of when he said he was a Mafia Boss was that he was gonna kill me. That's what Mafia men do, right? "Are you gonna kill me?.."

"What?-" He laughed. Actually laughed. In my face. "Kill you?- wha- no no no!- No, sweetheart, no, I'm not gonna kill you."

I let out a sigh of relief, almost sobbing. "Jesus fuck!- Holy shit I thought I done something so bad that got the fucking mafia involved! Fuck dude!" I laughed nervously. "No, ma, you didn't do anything. Apart from making me so hard the other night. Nothing terrible."

"Don't fucking do that man. Holy shit!- I thought I was gonna fuckin' die tonight" I rubbed my face a bit and finally relaxed.

"I wanna take you out. On a date." He said blankly. "What-"

"You heard me. I wanna take you out on a date. Somewhere nice. Fancy if you want"

I stared blankly at him, confused and shocked. "I'm not- uh- I'm sorry??" I laughed nervously. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't make this harder than it needs to be, ok?" He reached into his pocket slowly. Holding my gaze.

I froze, thinking he was gonna pull out a gun or threaten my life.

Instead, he pulled out a business card with his name and number on it.

"Just think about it, ok? Give me a call, and I'll have someone pick you up when you're ready." I just nodded softly and picked up the card, examine it a bit before folding it and tucking it away into my tiny bralette(??).

"Why are you dressed so casual?..the other night you were in a- a suit.." He glanced down at his outfit. He was wearing a pair of black sweats, a grey jersey-like-sweater with a red 72 embroidered on the front, white airforces, a red backward cap, and a silver chain on his wrist.

"I like to stay casual outside of work. The suit is normally for business transactions or meet-ups with other businesses." He leaned back against the couch again. Man spreading like a slut.

"You were wearing a suit the other night.." I spoke quietly, testing the waters.

"The other night didn't concern you, so don't push." His eyes flashed from calm to cold in a heartbeat. "Jeez- I was just stating a fact.." I rolled my eyes. But something about his defensive attitude made me more curious.

The door opened quietly, and a man in a suit came in with the water. He set it down on the table and left quickly.

"There's your water." He grabbed it and tossed it to me. I caught it but not without almost dropping it. I held onto it for a moment, glancing between him and the bottle. "Are you trying to poison me?" I asked half jokingly. "Want me to try it first?" He asked, already getting up and walking over to take the water. "I- I wasn't saying you were I was just-" Before I could finish my sentence, he took the drink, unscrewed the cap, and took a few big gulps before handing it back to me.

"Now drink." He demanded harshly.

I rolled my eyes but reluctantly took a small sip. "Good girl.." He praised softly, watching me intensely. "Go home for tonight. Think about my offer and then get back to me."

He patted my head like I was a toddler before leaving the room without another word.

"The fuck is his problem?" I said quietly to myself, rolling my eyes before taking another sip of the water.

I went home around 3 in the morning, wanting to finish my entire shift, and then took a quick and hot shower to wash off all the stress.

I stared at the card he handed me earlier, memorizing the business number like I needed it to live.

Should I call him??

(EEEEE! SO SCARED TO POST THIS😣😣😣😣)

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asterifish · 1 day ago

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Can I request a Seonghwa x male reader heavy angst

reader and Seonghwa used to date because he and Seonghwa are in the same dance group, Seonghwa then became a trainee which made reader pissed off because he is leaving them. Seonghwa and reader had a fight, then asked if it was really worth it becoming an idol if it meant Seonghwa would leave him. Seonghwa got quiet but before he could reply reader is gone, Seonghwa waited for reader even when he had to go to Seoul, all of his family said their goodbyes and his dance group except for reader.

on 2018 after debut Seonghwa visited jinju again for his family, before asking about reader, his mom then replied that reader and his family moved to another country a year before.

Fast forward to present, Seonghwa meets reader again who is now an actor and a solo idol who became successful and debuted on 2022, Seonghwa saw him during an award show, the same date they broke up, and during backstage seonghwa wants to talk to reader who only ignored him as if he was a stranger. Seonghwa then cried to himself before a certain member comforts him, Seonghwa still loves reader.

And the plot twist to it? Reader got into a car accident during his time in another country, loosing his memories but still wanted to become an idol.

( reader is a month older than Seonghwa, it's not important but I just wanted to tell you whdhehehehe )

~🎀

I've loved you all this time...

Author note: HEYYY!!!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I wanted it to be perfect and I had to completely rewrite it🙏

(It was an actual debate between (Still here and ODAAT for this fic😭)

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Genre: 🫂

Type: One-Shot (words: )

Extra Notes: reminder that ⭐ stands for M/n, and happy reading!! Please feel free to send an ask and lmk if you like this!!

Story under the cut!!

Jinju — 2015

The studio smelled of worn-out sneakers and old wooden floors. Seonghwa could hear his own heartbeat thudding in his chest, faster than the muffled beat of the speakers in the corner. His arms crossed tightly as ⭐ stood in front of him, eyes wide, lips parted, struggling for words.

“You’re leaving,” ⭐ spat, his voice sharper than he meant. “You’re leaving *us*. You’re leaving *me*.”

“It’s not like that—”

“Then what is it, Hwa?” ⭐ blinked fast, but the tears burned anyway. “You said we’d make it together. Same stage, same dream—”

“This *is* the dream,” Seonghwa whispered, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. His trainee contract sat in his backpack by the door. “It’s… a step closer.”

“And a step further from me,” ⭐ shot back, his voice cracking. “Is it really worth it? Becoming an idol, if it means you’ll leave me behind?”

Seonghwa opened his mouth, but no sound came. His throat bobbed, jaw tense, but the words refused to fall. And before he could figure them out—

⭐ was gone.

⭐ didn’t show up at the dance group’s farewell. Seonghwa’s family hugged him tightly, wished him luck, but ⭐’s absence screamed louder than anything else.

Seonghwa waited.

For days.

For weeks.

But ⭐ never came.

And then… ⭐ disappeared entirely.

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Jinju — 2018

The first thing Seonghwa did after his debut was come home. His heart felt heavy walking the old streets, now foreign under city lights. His family was waiting, warm and proud. But ⭐—

⭐ wasn’t there.

“Where’s… him?” Seonghwa finally asked his mother, hesitant, as if saying ⭐’s name would shatter him.

She hesitated too. Then sighed.

“They moved away last year,” she said quietly. “Another country. It was sudden.”

His chest tightened.

“Another… country?” His voice cracked on the last word.

She only nodded, sorrowful eyes meeting his.

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Seoul — 2022

Fate has a cruel sense of humor. The award show glittered, crowded with idols, actors, cameras flashing nonstop. Seonghwa stood frozen backstage, heart clawing at his ribs.

Because there ⭐ was.

Standing under the spotlight. Same sharp jawline, same fire in his eyes—older, polished, successful. A solo idol. An actor. A star.

His heart screamed ⭐’s name.

The same date ⭐ left him. The anniversary of heartbreak carved into his memory.

He tried to approach after ⭐’s speech, weaving through the crowd. His fingers trembled as he reached out, breath caught—

“Hey,” he whispered, voice cracking, “It’s… it’s me.”

⭐ looked at him. Blank. Cold. As if Seonghwa were nothing more than another stranger in the sea of fans.

“I’m sorry, I—” ⭐ tilted his head politely. “Do I… know you?”

The floor collapsed beneath him. His world tilted.

⭐ walked away.

Seonghwa’s vision blurred as the realization sank like ice into his veins. ⭐ didn’t remember. He *couldn’t*.

Behind him, Wooyoung’s hand landed on his shoulder, grounding him as his knees buckled.

“You okay, hyung?”

Seonghwa shook his head, biting back tears. His voice came out barely a whisper.

“I still love him.”

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Later That Night

He scrolled through endless articles. ⭐’s face plastered everywhere—award-winning actor, chart-topping idol. ⭐’s name lighting up every headline. And buried in the older interviews…

The accident.

⭐ had lost his memories.

He still chased the dream.

But forgot the boy he promised to never leave.

Seonghwa closed his eyes, fists trembling.

“I’ve loved you all this time,” he whispered to the empty hotel room.

And maybe… maybe one day, ⭐ would remember loving him too.

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 3 days ago

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Ranmaru's Main Story

Chapter 3 Part 1 & Part 2 Spoilers

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not a full translation.

[Ranmaru invited Mai on a date.]

Ranmaru: "Alright, we're here."

(Wait—this place is…!)

Beyond the door lay a shop that sold fabrics and accessories.

Ranmaru: "You always pay attention to your appearance, so I thought you might like a place like this."

Ranmaru: "Well? What do you think?"

Mai: "You nailed it! Thank you for bringing me here."

(He really pays attention to people. And wow, there's so much to see.)

A quick glance around the shop revealed bolts of fabric that shimmered in the light.

Mai: "I've never seen this pattern before. And this one's plain, but it feels so smooth—you can tell it's high-quality."

As I got completely absorbed in looking at the fabrics, Ranmaru tilted his head curiously.

Ranmaru: "You're more interested in the fabric itself? Not the kimonos or hair accessories?"

Mai: "Yeah. Before I came here, I was going to be a designer."

Mai: "Um, it's a job where I choose colors and styles for kimonos and actually sew them myself."

(But ever since I time-slipped here, I've had no idea what happened to that job offer.)

Ranmaru: "I see. So it's like a tailor from the future."

Ranmaru: "You know, you seem more alive than usual right now."

Mai: "Huh? You think so?"

Ranmaru: "Yeah, definitely. Do you really like that job?"

Mai: "I do. I love it."

(Even if I go back to the future and the offer's gone, I still don't want to give up making clothes—that's how much I love it.)

I nodded gently, and he gave me a smile.

Ranmaru: "Hey, Lady Mai. You can tell me anything, okay?"

His hushed voice brushed softly against my ear.

Ranmaru: "We're close enough to share secrets, right?"

(Ranmaru…)

(He's probably being extra thoughtful because of what happened last night.)

That kindness filled my chest with warmth.

Ranmaru: "Finally, now you're starting to look the part."

Mai: "Huh? Look the part of what?"

Ranmaru: "Look the part of someone on a secret date. I told you that when I invited you, remember?"

(Oh, right!)

Even after we finished browsing fabrics and left the store, our "secret date" continued.

Ranmaru: "I got permission to pass through here, but let's keep it quiet."

Ranmaru: "Oh, and just in case something happens, can I hold your hand?"

Mai: "But didn't you just grab my hand without asking earlier?"

Ranmaru: "That was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Please?"

(Isn't that way too sneaky?!)

Even at the restaurant—which he apparently rented out just for today—

Ranmaru: "The grilled kamaboko here is really good. Here, say 'ahh.'"

Mai: "Huh?"

Ranmaru: "I wanted you to try it while it's still warm. Is that not okay?"

Mai: "It's… not not okay."

Ranmaru: "Hehe, what's that supposed to mean? Are you nervous?"

(It's your fault I'm nervous!)

It felt like he was deliberately making me confront the meaning of "secret date"—something I'd been trying not to think too hard about.

(He's capable, thoughtful, and knows exactly how to sweet-talk someone.)

(No matter how hard I try, I don't think I can win against someone like Ranmaru.)

As we went from place to place, I kept getting caught off guard by his little devilish charms. Still, we spent a wonderful day together, right up until the sun began to set.

Mai: "Ranmaru, thank you for today."

Ranmaru: "I should be the one saying that. Did you have fun?"

Mai: "Yeah, I really did."

Ranmaru: "Hehe, that's good."

Suddenly, Ranmaru stopped.

When I turned to look, wondering what was wrong, I saw him looking at me softly.

Ranmaru: "I'll make sure you get back home."

Ranmaru: "So let's get through these three months together, okay?"

Mai: "Ranmaru…"

Mai: "It's really comforting to hear you say that."

Ranmaru: "Right? It's a lot better than being alone."

Ranmaru: "When you were looking at the fabrics in the kimono shop, you looked so genuinely happy."

Ranmaru: "That's why I'll do whatever I can to help you chase your dream of becoming a designer."

He looked straight into my eyes.

(He's talented and well-liked by everyone—yet someone like him is on my side.)

Relief and happiness washed over me.

Mai: "Thank you. With you by my side, I feel like I can take on anything."

I somehow managed to get the words out, and he responded with a bright smile.

[The next day: Late at night - Mai couldn't sleep and slipped out of her room.]

Mai's POV

I thought I heard footsteps echoing faintly from down the corridor.

(Was it just the floorboards creaking?)

(But it felt far too distinct for that.)

I crept to the corner and peeked in the direction of the sound. There, moving silently down the corridor, was Ranmaru, holding something small in his arms.

(What is he carrying this late at night?)

(And isn't that the way out of the castle?)

Puzzled, I watched him suddenly pause and glance around.

Ranmaru: "…………"

(Ah—)

I froze in place, hardly even breathing.

Then, the soft sound of footsteps started again and gradually faded into the distance.

(I ended up hiding.)

It wasn't the first time I'd seen that shadowed look on his face.

(But tonight, it was the darkest I'd ever seen it.)

(I always thought I shouldn't intrude, but…)

He had reached out to me—even when I was the one keeping secrets.

He had come closer without hesitation, gently lifting the weight off my heart.

(So this time, I'll take the first step.)

(If he turns me away, I'll just make sure not to do it again.)

Ranmaru: ".………."

I followed him quietly as he left the castle and entered the forest.

(I have to hurry.)

I tried to keep up, but the uneven path slowed me down.

The starlight that had seemed so bright near the castle faded as the trees grew denser.

(What do I do?)

And just like that, I lost sight of him.

(If I wander around blindly, I'll just get even more lost. But still…)

As I stood there helpless, someone gently took my hand.

(Huh?)

I turned around, and there he was.

Ranmaru: "What's a lady doing wandering around alone this late at night?"

(Ranmaru…)

The one I had been searching for was now looking slightly troubled.

Mai: "Sorry. I saw you in the castle and just followed you without thinking."

That alone seemed to tell him everything he needed to know.

Ranmaru: "Being alone in the forest in the middle of the night is dangerous."

His previously tense expression softened.

Ranmaru: "Someone should be by your side on a night like this."

(Ah…)

Still holding my hand, he began to walk.

Ranmaru: "This way."

He led me deeper into the forest.

As we continued, the trees thinned, revealing a clearer view of the stars overhead.

(A field of flowers.)

Under the moonlight, vibrant blossoms bloomed in full glory.

The breathtaking sight put my heart at ease.

Ranmaru: "This spot should be good."

He stopped at the edge of the flower field.

Ranmaru: "I came here tonight to bury this."

Turning to me, he finally showed me what he'd been carrying.

(A small… urn?)

When he tilted it slightly, it made a dry, rattling sound.

Ranmaru: "These are the remains of someone who passed away."

(Wait.)

Mai: "Whose… remains?"

Ranmaru: "Someone who was suspected of being connected to the attack on Lord Nobunaga. They were captured."

Mai: "Ah…"

What flashed through my mind was the day I first set foot in Azuchi Castle.

(That person…)

(I'd heard they refused to say anything and chose death instead.)

I couldn't take my eyes off the urn, and Ranmaru gave a faint, sorrowful smile.

Ranmaru: "I wanted to return the remains to their family, but they said this person had no known relatives."

Ranmaru: "They died alone, so I just wanted to give them a proper farewell at the very least."

Mai: "Let me help."

(It's the least I can do.)

Ranmaru: "Thank you."

A moment later, a soft voice spoke beside me.

Ranmaru: "You're so kind, Lady Mai—even to someone you didn't know."

Mai: "You're the same."

Ranmaru: "Me? No, I just…"

Once again, silence fell between us.

This time, I was the one who broke it.

Mai: "Actually, I saw this person once, back when they were still alive."

Mai: "I kind of know what happened to him."

Mai: "I get that, in this era, things like that were considered necessary, and I'm not trying to judge the people in the castle, but..."

(I get it. In my head, I do. But…)

Mai: "But I still feel guilty for looking the other way."

Ranmaru: "Looking the other way?"

Mai: "Yeah. I thought there was nothing I could do—even if I did speak up."

Mai: "So when I saw him being dragged away—limp and silent—I didn't even try to help."

Ranmaru: "I see."

He nodded slightly, his eyes dropping to the ground.

Ranmaru: "But I don't think he would ever blame you for that."

(Huh?)

He probably said that to ease my guilt.

(But why does it sound like he actually knows that?)

I couldn't bring myself to nod and accept it.

Then—

Ranmaru: "It's okay."

His gaze lifted to meet mine, warm and steady.

Ranmaru: "The real you is someone who follows her sense of justice, even when she's not sure it'll change anything."

Mai: "Um, I don't know if that's true."

Ranmaru: "Hmm, no self-awareness, huh? Yeah, I figured it'd be hard for you to agree."

Ranmaru: "But that's exactly why I admire you."

(Me?)

Mai: "Isn't it the other way around? I mean, I should be the one saying I admire you."

Ranmaru: "No. I mean it. Ever since that day."

Mai: "That day…?"

(What day is he talking about?)

He continued speaking, his voice calm and steady.

Ranmaru: "You know, a page doesn't serve alone."

Ranmaru: "Among the others who served close to Lord Nobunaga like I did, there were a few I was particularly close to."

(Were? Past tense?)

Ranmaru: "They're right over there."

He lifted his arm slowly and pointed.

At first, I didn't see anything. But then I noticed it—a single branch, quietly marked by a tiny flower.

Ranmaru: "The actual grave is somewhere else. I just buried a lock of their hair here."

(A lock of hair.)

A sharp pain jolted through my chest.

Even so, I couldn't stop myself from asking.

Mai: "So… they're already…?"

Ranmaru: "Yeah. They're no longer in this world."

Ranmaru: "When Lord Nobunaga was attacked at Honnō-ji, they fought back against the assailants—but never returned."

Ranmaru's face twisted in pain, contorted with regret.

Ranmaru: "I couldn't do anything. I couldn't stop it."

Ranmaru: "If I had been more like you—able to act without hesitation—maybe none of it would have happened."

Mai: "..………"

(That day… he meant the Honnō-ji Incident.)

Even as a flood of thoughts surged through my mind, I couldn't form a single coherent one. All I could do was breathe, overwhelmed.

Then, Ranmaru gave a smile—so gentle it was heartbreaking.

Ranmaru: "It was my fault. All of it."

This isn't a full translation, as translating a whole chapter would take me hours.

#ikesen translations #ikemen sengoku #ikesen jp #ikesen ranmaru #ranmaru mori #ikesen #cybird

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peaches2217 · 11 months ago

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My favorite English vocalsynth got her long-awaited update today! Y'all know what that means...

🎶🎶JUMP UP SUPER STAR COVER, BITCHEEEEEEES🎶🎶

#it presently sounds like ass because I made the file last year and haven't touched it much since 😅#I wanted to use her but her vb was just... outdated. and I couldn't get happy using anyone else #so I've waited for this day and it's finally here! and now I've got. a LOT of work to do to make it presentable #but she sounds SO much better now than she did on 1.0.2 and for that I'm super super happy!#peaches' vocalsynth vagrancy

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thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname · 27 days ago

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feel like in the last year I sorta speedran Jinsei Nannimo Wakannee by Necry Talkie to Nobishiro by Creepy Nuts

#pickle pontificates #basically the the first song is about feeling lost and confused and wanting to scream and cry but keeping on anyway #and the second one is celebrating finally starting to feel like you've got Being An Adult figured out and being excited to learn more #and they're both total bops #and I looped them both aggressively (the first at the end of last summer and the second one now) because of how well they matched my mood #and yeah. hey #i think i just wanted to talk about Nobishiro #I've never been able to get into Creepy Nuts cause they're usually like almost there but a little to the left of what I'm into #but as of like three days ago I'm sort of obsessed with that song in particular #I think largely because I've been doing a lot of stuff lately-#going back to a job I had 5 years ago. reapplying for college. traveling only a little but more than I have before. socializing.#going to big events #and those were all things that were scary or would induce anxiety attacks or made me feel incompetent at some point #and in a lot of ways that hasn't changed. I still struggle with anxiety/bouts of panic sometimes. I'm still extremely introverted #BUT. I feel like I know myself a lot better than I did even a couple years ago and it's getting easier to roll with the punches #to figure out when I just need to wait something out and when it's a serious problem #making small talk at my job used to be really hard and I used to constantly be nervous about screwing up the register #or making a fatal error. or pushing for something a little if I thought my boss wasn't understanding but I had a good point #but back at the same one at 25 instead of 19 it's really obvious that I'm a lot more confident and a lot less tightly wound #and I have the script for midwestern small talk basically memorized! I can crank it out like nobody's business!#I don't think I would've realized just how much without coming back here #and signing up for stuff and planning things and making decisions and meeting people gets easier every year #but it's not like I feel like I have it completely figured out. nowhere NEAR it.#it's like that point on the dunning-krueger scale where you get over the first hump #and the actual tangible bit of progress you've made is just enough to let you see what a fraction of everything it actually is #but not in a bad or discouraging way! you made it this far so of course you can make it farther #and you've finally learned how to LEARN! so let's keep going!#that's the kind of thing Nobishiro captures to like. a ridiculously specific degree (for me anyway)#and if you know me you know how much I love a really specific song that's not about romance and is a little goofy and a jam

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madlori · 10 months ago

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My ankle journey

I am sharing this with all you good people on the dash because I am so fucking mad it took so long for me to learn it and if I can spare one (1) person the agony it will be worth it.

So for like...oh, 8 or 9 months, I've been struggling with pain/inflammation/tendinitis in my left Achilles tendon. I don't know what caused it. It just started up (welcome to middle age, this shit happens). It wasn't severe enough to be debilitating, but it was annoying and limiting. It was also intermittent, in that some days it would be very painful and other days hardly at all. The kind of shoe I was wearing affected it a lot.

Now, I have bone spurs on both heels (it's just a thing that happens as you get older sometimes). I'm also aware that heel pain is usually the result of tight calf muscles that pull and irritate the tendon. I tried stretching that calf muscle. You know the stretch, this bitch right here:

I did it all the time. I also iced the ankle after walking for awhile, hoping to avoid inflammation. Results were...unsatisfying.

I went to:

A chiropractor

A podiatrist

A physical therapist

A bodywork coach

They all gave me some variation on the "strengthen your calf muscle, stretch your calf muscle" advice. I continued doing this without results.

I was getting frustrated, and a little afraid that this was just my life now. Finally, I thought...maybe some targeted massage might help. I asked for rec on a local FB site and was pointed to a woman who specializes in therapeutic massage including cupping, etc.

I went to her a week ago.

She spent over half our first session working on my left lower leg. Within about 10 minutes of making my eyes water, she uttered the sentence I did not know I had been waiting to hear:

"Oh, it's your soleus."

Excuse me, what?

"It's your soleus that's the culprit. It's all tied up and stiff." She started digging into it and I felt literal sparks run up my leg as she released adhesions and got the muscle moving a little. When she finally put the leg down, it felt like it was on fire with all the blood rushing into it.

She said, "You'll need to stretch your soleus. It'll clear up, but it'll take a bit of time - tendons take ages to heal."

But I HAVE been stretching.

"No, you haven't. The usual straight-leg calf stretch only stretches the gastrocnemius, that's the big belly muscle in your calf. That's not your problem. That stretch doesn't stretch the soleus. Don't worry, I'll show you how to stretch it."

My mind is spinning.

So here are the muscles in question:

The gastroc (as the pros call it) just attaches down the back but the soleus runs underneath it from the knee around the side to the heel. The lower part above the ankle is where it typically gets tight and forms adhesions.

To stretch it, you do the same calf thing where you put your foot back and press your heel to the ground, but you have to do it with your KNEE BENT:

The bent knee keeps the gastroc from engaging. It's one of those selfish muscles (like traps) - if you give it an inch, it'll just take over and prevent other muscles from working or stretching. There are other ways to stretch the soleus but this is the easiest and you can literally do it anywhere. I've been doing it while standing and waiting for things (the elevator to come, the toast to toast). You just put the heel back and bend the knee. It's kind of like curtseying.

The minute I did this stretch, I could FEEL where it was pulling on my tendon. I knew that THIS had been the problem.

The massage therapist also told me to stop icing my heel. She said icing is for an acute injury, but a more chronic aggravation needs heat, to increase blood flow for healing. She recommended elevation with heat every day (I've been doing it in bed during "phone before bed" time).

I have been doing the soleus stretch at least half a dozen times a day for almost a week, and the ankle is at least 70% better. It is still a little tight and tender, but the improvement is significant. I think a few more weeks will have it feeling normal.

I am...blown away by this. This massage therapist was able to pinpoint an issue in only a few minutes that eluded all the other professionals I saw. I can't wait to go back to her and have her solve all my other problems, tbh.

#massage therapy #soleus muscle #achilles tendon #bodywork #i am so mad i didn't go to her last winter #why did nobody else tell me this #physical therapy

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the-captain89 · 1 month ago

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Office Arrangement

Your work is usually flawless, so I was so surprised at your recent mistakes. One or two here and there is perfectly acceptable, but you were making typos and messing up copies with increased frequency each day. Every time a stopped by your desk to check up on you, you seemed to be either in a daze, your mind drifting away to another world, or face deep in your phone, only to slam it on your desk face-down the second you noticed I was approaching.

One day I approached from the back hallway, out of your line of sight. Whatever you were reading on your phone was so distracting you never heard me walk up and stand over your shoulder. I watched as your scrolled through tumblr, liking posts about girls getting stoned and used by strangers, or whores being used as free use sex objects on the subway. Images of naked girls tied up tight seemed to have you gripping your phone a little tighter, before liking that post, too. Then I saw a truly intriguing post. It was an illustration on a girl tied up and stuffed under a desk. The next image she was in the same position, but her boss was now sitting at the desk, and his cock was fully down her throat. The way she was tied and situated under the desk, she couldn't move an inch.

Just as you clicked on the heart icon to like the post, I shifted my weight on my feet and you heard my shoe scuff on the floor. You slammed your phone down and looked over to me, asking if I needed help with anything. "Oh no, sweetie, I've got everything I need." And walked away. You mind must've been racing! Did I see what you were looking at, or did you put your phone away fast enough? What did I mean when I said "I've got everything I need"? Did my smile seem mischievous to you?

I spent the rest of the week considering how to act. Your work improved quite a bit. Seems like you were a little more careful about browsing tumblr on your phone, but you were still daydreaming, and still making some mistakes here and there. Finally, after a week of deep thought, I called you into my office Friday afternoon.

"Shut the door." You obey. "Come." You walk over to my desk and stand with your arms by your side. "Sit." You take a seat across from me. I fight the urge to call you a good girl.

"I notice you seem to be a bit...distracted at work recently..." "Yes sir." "Your once flawless work has been riddled with errors." You bow your head down. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." "I'm going to keep a very close eye on you. Very close. If I don't see improvements, there will be repercussions, is that understood?" "Yes, Sir" "Look me in the eyes and tell me." You raise your head, and I can tell your blushing a little bit. "I understand, Sir, I will do better." "Good girl. Now, back to work." Your cheeks are bright red as you stand up and leave my office. Now I've got your attention, lets see how this plays out.

The next few weeks go by, uneventfully. Your work is once again flawless, but your attitude has changed. You straighten up when I walk by, and greet me in the morning with a cheerful "good morning, Sir" and I can't help but to smile each time. After about 3 weeks of flawless work, I come in one Monday morning to review your work and find a typo. Just one, but I make a note of it. I circle it in red pen and drop it off on your desk. Then Tuesday morning comes, and I find yet another typo. More red pen, back on your desk. Two strikes. Wednesday and Thursday you were once again flawless, but Friday morning, I find 3 typos, and an entire sheet missing from my report. That's three strikes. I mark up your mistakes with my red pen, and drop them off with you. "See me in my office at 5 today." Your head bows down. "Yes, Sir."

5 o'clock hits, and as the rest of the office packs up to leave, you enter my office. "Shut the door, and step over here." You shut the door and walk over to my desk, standing next to the empty chair waiting for my command to sit. It never comes. "I told you I would be keeping a very close eye on you, did I not?" "Yes, sir, you did." " And what did I say would happen if you didn't improve " "There would be repercussions, Sir." "Very good. Now over the course of this week, you have made 5 typos and omitted an entire page from a report. How do you think I should punish you?" "However you see fit, Sir." I stand up and walk over next to you. "Good answer. Now, bend over." Your eyes widen and you look at me. "Sir?" "Do you trust me?" "Yes Sir, I trust you." "Good. Now bend over." You're hesitant, but you bend over my desk and lay your head down on the hard wooden desk. "Hands behind you, wrists crossed on the small of your back." You obey, and I stand there and observe you for a moment, before grabbing a ruler from my desk. "Count them, out out for me, sweetheart." And i smack the ruler across your ass. "One." "One what?" "One, Sir." "Good girl." Smack "Two, sir." Smack "Three, sir" Smack, smack. "Four, sir. Five, sir." "Good girl. Now stand. That was 5 spanks for 5 typos. A missing page is a much more serious infraction. You have two options. Option A, you come in an hour early Monday morning and receive the punishment I see fit for the infraction, or option b, you come in Monday at your normal time, and you will be written up as any other employee would be. There will be no further physical punishments, and you will go back to be treated as every other employee. Is that understood?" "Yes Sir" "Good. Now take the weekend and consider these options. I look forward to seeing you Monday morning." "Thank you, sir" and you leave the office. Monday morning, I'm sat in my office. I couldn't sleep, so I've been here since 5 am. I hear the office door open just before 7. At your desk you find a note on top of a few sheets of paper, and a gift box. The note reads "if your reading this, than you've chosen to show up an hour early to receive your punishment. Read the contract I've left on your desk thoroughly. If you agree to all terms, sign and leave in the mailbox on my office door. Take the box to the restroom and exchange your work clothes for the outfit inside. Return to my office and enter. I will be waiting." After waiting for what feels like an eternity, I heard heels clicking down the hall. You've exchanged your typical sneakers for the heels in the box. As you step into my office, I'm greeted with the sight of you: tall black high heels, a teeny black latex skirt that just barely covers your ass, and a crop top, black, with the words "office whore" written across your chest. A pile of neatly coiled rope sits on my desk. You silently approach my desk, and bow your head down. I walk up to you, grabbing a length of rope. As I tie your wrists behind your back, I begin to inform you how your Monday will go:

"An entire page missing from a report is a major infraction. I've updated your schedule on the work calendar as out of office. As far as everyone else knows, you'll be out all day running errands for me. The reality is that you will be tied up tight under my desk, with a ring gag in your mouth. I will use your mouth and grope your body all day as much as I please. Whenever I cum in your mouth, you are to swallow every drop and lick my cock clean. If a single drop hits the floor, and will be spanked while you lick my floor clean. "

By the time I finish, you are fully secured under my desk. You test your restraints and feel that cant move an inch. I unzip my pants and present my cock to your mouth, which you eagerly take. "Good girl, now keep quiet while I hop on this conference call."

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eufezco · 8 days ago

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DINNER WITH FRIENDS𓂃 𓈒 ❀

thunderbolts*!bucky x fem!pregnant!reader

synopsis – when bucky returns home he's not alone and a quiet evening turns into a full house. seven months pregnant and unprepared, you're caught off guard but family is family.

a/n – this is just a little scenario that crossed my mind when i got out of the cinema after watching thunderbolt* for the fourth time. pleasee send me bucky requests i want to write for him but i have like 0 ideas. writing this i realized that i've oficially fallen for the john walker propaganda 😞

fluff

it was later than usual and bucky stil hadn't come home.

rebecca was in her room, playing quietly as she waited for her dad. you were in the kitchen. dinner was already done so with nothing else to do, you found yourself rearranging things on the counter, trying to distract your mind from the worry. you rubbed your seven-month pregnant belly as if it were a magic lamp and you were wishing for him to return. and then you heard the front door creak open.

—bucky? —you moved quickly out of the kitchen but you stopped on your track when you saw he wasn't alone.

—yeah, it's me.

—oh my god, —you breathed before he could finish talking, your hand flying to your chest. you weren't expecting five people with him. their faces familiar yet you'd never met them in person.

bucky stood in the middle of the group, his lips pressed together in a guilt line. he knew full well you weren't expecting this and that he should've warned you beforehand, but he hadn't known they'd all need a place to drop by on the same night after the same mission.

he'd hesitated, worried about adding more stress when you were already seven months pregnant. but then he thought of home and you and rebecca and how it might be the one thing that could soften the edges of everything they'd been through that day. and god help bucky, you'd told him a million times you'd love to meet them.

so here they were. on your doorstep. in your hallway.

—hi, —you said to them. you blinked, caught between surprise and disbelief.

bob waved his hand. yelena, ava and john pressed their lips together.

—oh, hi john —you knew john. he and bucky had caused each other a lot of headaches in the past, but you were glad that at least now they tolerated each other. john showed you a little smile.

alexei made his way through the group and approached you with open arms. you raised your eyebrows and just let the big man cover you in a hug. he smelled like vodka and leather but surprisingly, he was really careful with your belly as he hugged you.

—mrs. barnes, the wife of the soldier, oh, it's so nice finally meeting you, —he said with a rough russian accent. —behind every great man is a great woman, they say. a greater woman, may i add.

as he held you, you caught all the other faces around the room, all rolling their eyes. you giggled when he finally released you, alexei was just as dramatic as bucky described him. —thank you, alexei.

—you know my name, she knows my name! —he turned to tell the others. they gave him plain nods and lazy smiles.

—of course, everyone knows your names now. plus, bucky talks about you five all the time.

bucky closed his eyes and ava grinned and nudged him with her elbow.

—yelena, right?

you approached the blonde girl standing next to bucky. she had the same stormy look in her eyes as him, she could definitely be his little sister. she looked at bucky a little unsure when you called her name, almost as if for reassurance. she hadn't wanted to come at first, she didn't want to cross that line, didn't want to step into something as private and sacred as his home.

yelena nodded to your question. you softened your expression and offered a warm smile. bucky caught her hesitation and he gently pressed his hand to her back, giving her an encouraging push. you opened your arms and puller her into a hug before she could think too hard about it. she tensed for a moment but then her arms came high around you, as if she was afraid of even brushing your belly.

you hugged ava, careful not to press against her delicate suit. you'd heard enough from bucky to know how sensitive the tech could be and how guarded ava was underneath it.

bob was so ready when you hugged him and welcomed him to your house. he'd seen bucky's photos of you, the lock screen on his phone. he knew how after every operation, buck's first texts were always to you, checking in, making sure you were safe and letting you know that he made it out alive. if bob had the power of one million exploding suns, he was certain it still wouldn't match how fiercely bucky loved you. and that gave him hope.

you smiled before you hugged john. he wasn't sure if you'd want him in your house, after all, he'd been a pain in bucky's ass but hey, in his defense, bucky had been just as much of a pain in his. still, you welcomed him.

and the best for last. as the rest inspected your living room, looking at the photos and tripping over rebecca's toys, bucky stood with the most exhausted expression on his face. he stepped closer and let his head fall against your shoulder. one of your hands went to the back of his head, fingers slipping into his hair.

—long day?

bucky just hummed.

—how was yours?

—good. the baby barely kicked after last night, —in that moment you felt bucky's hands come to rest on both sides of your belly, his thumbs rubbed slow circles, up and down, protective, telling the baby he was finally home, taking care of his mom. —and rebecca drew alpine. with eight legs and no ears. she's very proud.

he breathed a laugh, —sounds about right.

bucky's friends were busy, the five of them around a photo frame on the wall. the only photo you had of bucky from 1940s, stiff and young in his uniform soldier, eyes still full of something bright that hydra hadn't yet extinguished.

he lifted his head from your shoulder and you cupped his cheek, your thumbs brushing over his rough beard. you pressed your lips softly against his, as if you were trying to transfer all the calm and love he'd missed during the day. as you pulled back, you noticed his shoulders dropped, releasing the tension, but the worried expression remained.

you reached up again, brushing your thumb over the line of his cheek as bucky's arms wrapped around your body, resting on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him, carefully, until he could feel your belly pressed against him, a connection between the three of you.

—talk to me, —you whispered.

he sighed, —didn't want to bring the day home, but they needed a place... and i couldn't leave them on the street. i didn't want to add more into it, not in your state.

you smiled. so it was that.

—you did the right thing, buck. they're family. if they needed somewhere to go, then they're welcome here. they'll always be.

bucky pressed his lips together. his two families. the one he fought beside and the one he came home to.

he'd never called them that before, not even in his head. they cared about each other in the quiet, protected one another during missions and watched each other's back in battle. they stood between each other and the line of fire and carried each other when the mission left someone too hurt to stand.

it doesn't matter if bucky never said the word, they were his family.

he slowly nodded at your words, —it was supposed to be just bob... didn't expect all of them to show up at once.

—well, neither did the couch, —you teased, getting a soft laugh from him.

ava caught both your eyes as she turned from the wall where she'd been quietly observing young bucky's photo.

—you were so clean-shaven, it's almost like seeing you naked.

you burst out laughing just as bucky groaned beside you, head dropping on your shoulder again like the comment physically wounded him.

—look at that jawline, it could cut glass, —bob said, squinting his eyes at the photo, hands on his hips.

—sharp enough to be a war crime, —you kissed the top of bucky's head. he lifted it slightly, oh so you were joining them now?

—were there toothpaste ads back then? because you sure look like one. fight fascism and fight plaque.

—that's the image of a man! of the soldier! a hero! —alexei boomed, gesturing toward the photo like it belonged in a museum.

—yeah, a man that gave speeches on liberty bonds or punch hitler.

—i did punch hitler, —bucky said flatly, barely looking up.

—how many times are you gonna bring that up?

—as many as it takes, john.

—you should put that on a t-shirt, —john continued, —i punched hitler and all i got was this brooding personality.

you noticed yelena's attention was on the rest of the photos. the teasing in the room faded to a hum behind her.

her eyes moved from frame to frame, pausing on each one. a photo from your summer in wakanda, bucky with his hair tied back, sunlight turning the metal of his arm into gold as rebecca sat on his shoulders, his hands steady at her ankles. next to that was a shot of the hospital room, bucky still in scrubs, circles under his eyes, holding his daughter for the first time. all memories you'd been building through the years. not all of them were easy, not all of them looked like picture frames. it was what yelena had been looking for all her life.

—bucky, —yelena called him, getting everyone's attention. the teasing died down completely when everyone looked to the stairs.

rebecca stood halfway down, clutching her uncle sam captain america's plushie, her socked feet fidgeted against the step like she wasn't sure if she wanted to go back up or keep coming down. her thumb hovered near her mouth the way it only did when she was unsure of something.

—damn, she definitely is your daughter, —yelena said to bucky.

the little girl was a small version of bucky. blue deep eyes, brown hair that curled at the ends in soft waves, the way she looked at everyone without saying a word, just like bucky always did. she had that look on her face just like his, the one where even though she wasn't talking, it showed that her mind was moving fast, watching everything and everyone.

mostly, she looked overwhelmed. strangers filled her living room, standing loud, tall, unfamiliar in the space she knew as home. until she saw bucky. her bucky. she didn't hesitate. she ran down the stairs, her little feet pounding against the steps. without hesitation, she threw herself into her dad's arms, wrapping her small arms tightly around his neck. bucky lifted her effortlessly, smiling big as he held her close.

—oh, you definitely ate all of your veggies today, bug, you got stronger, almost knocked me off my feet.

rebecca's giggles filled the room. the others stood nearby, watching the scene, unsure how to react to seeing bucky all soft. even alexei, who rarely blinked at anything, went unusually still. you rubbed your daughter's back as she tucked her face in bucky's neck, her little fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt, when she realized all eyes were on her.

—she's a little shy at first, but when she gains a little confidence, you'll be begging her to stop talking, —you explained to the group, half apologetic, half proud. they all nodded and smiled, understanding. —'becca, these are dad's friends. they're here just for tonight. you okay if they stay a little while?

she gave the smallest nod, still hiding her face in bucky's neck. he turned, holding her against his body, toward the rest of the group.

—boss says you can stay, —bucky announced.

yelena let out a yay, bob mumbled a sweet thank you.

rebecca peeked a little from the crook of bucky's neck, her eyes finding john first. he offered her a small, friendly wave. she hesitated but she ended up lifting her hand a mimicking the motion.

—out of all of them, —bucky murmured, more for john to hear than to her, —you had to wave to walker first?

john of course heard it and rolled his eyes.

in that moment your feet started to hurt more than you realized. too much standing for a seven months pregnant. you shifted your wight, trying to ease it, but even the small movement sent a bolt of discomfort up your spine. one of your hands instinctively moved to the curve of your belly and the baby fluttered under your palm, not a kick, just a little roll.

bucky noticed, but not just him, everyone in the room did.

—you okay? —ava asked.

—you should sit, —yelena added.

alexei immediately grabbed the nearest chair to him as bucky carefully lowered rebecca. —okay, bug, let's help mama, —he approached you, wrapping his metal arm around your body and helping you sit carefully.

rebecca stood, clutching with her captain america plushie tightly as her eyes flicked between john, bob, yelena and ava. none of them knew how to respond to her watchful presence, except for john, who caught her gaze again and with the little experience he had with kids, knelt down to her level, making himself less intimidating.

—why don't you guide me to the kitchen and we'll get your mom a glass of water?

she blinked, thinking about it for a second, then slowly nodded. john stood, not expecting her to wrapped her small fingers into his hand as she lead the way. to say that bucky was freaking out would be an understatement.

in the kitchen, rebecca pointed at the cupboard where the glass where kept. john took one of them and filled it with water from the tap. then, she gave him her captain america plushie so she could grab the glass, was this kind of bad joke? john followed her, still holding the plushie like he wasn't sure if it was meant to curse him or recruit him.

yelena and ava huffed a laugh when they saw him carrying the plushie.

rebecca carefully approached you, then gently handed over the glass. bucky gave john a grateful nod. you smiled warmly, taking a sip, —thank you, sweetie.

—my sister makes mama sick sometimes, —rebecca explained to everyone. the room was still, hearing her voice for the first time like it was something sacred.

—but you take good care of her, —bob said, his voice gentle.

—yeah, you sure are doing a great job, kid. i couldn't have brought that glass of water better myself, —john added.

rebecca showed a little smile, proud. with extreme care, she placed her tiny hand on your belly, her fingers splaying and she waited, hoping for the smallest kick from her baby sister. bucky kissed the top of your head.

—i made dinner, but i only expected bucky...

a chorus of don't worry, not hungry, i'm okay, i ate earlier, happened before you could finish talking. you looked around them all, tired, boots dusty from whatever roads they'd taken today, and hungry. no matter what they said.

—so we could order something, —you finally suggested.

bucky thought it was a great idea because there was no way he was going to let them go to bed with empty stomachs. while he made the call to the pizzeria, rebecca marched to the kitchen, ava and walker behind her like shadows as she pointed out the drawer with the cutlery.

back in the living room, you stood up from the chair. yelena, alexei and bob didn't let you out of their sight for a second. bucky, still on the phone, caught your movement and gave yelena a sharp nod, a silent command to keep you from doing anything else and to get you to the couch. you assured that you were fine, but it was no use.

at least alexei was no bore, he talked nonstop, about everything that came to his mind, most of the times embarrassing memories of little yelena. and rebecca had abandoned ava and walker to their luck in the kitchen and sat down next to bob with her notebook. you heard her mumble a wanna see my drawings? and the boy, as the sweetheart he was, couldn't deny. she explained every detail to him, not even letting bob get a word or ask a question.

ava helped bucky spread the tablecloth and john placed carefully the plates and glasses on the table.

—so, —ava said, looking at bucky with a teasing smirk, —another girl? you're the ultimate girl dad.

—yeah, three girls plus you and yelena. keeping me on my toes.

ava didn't say anything but she felt a little warmer at the way he'd included her and yelena in that count, like they were a bigger part of his life. he hadn't said it with any special emphasis, hadn't even looked at her when he said it but still, it stuck with her.

and the dinner was nice. so nice. bucky sat close by your side, his fingers gently holding your free hand over the table. rebecca was between yelena and ava but she was laughing at something walker had said to her, something funny enough to light up her whole face. bob had a soft blush on his cheeks. people laughing, sharing stories, the clink of plates and glasses, it almost felt unreal to him.

bucky leaned to kiss your cheek. you absolutely had no idea where all these people were going to sleep. the couch, the floor, a few air mattresses if the closet still held them, but definitely not enough beds. but looking at all together, sitting around the same table, full and happy, it didn't seem to matter at all.

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Stress Relief

Yu Jimin (Karina) x Male Reader

Tags: 69, airplanes, anal, ball play, big tits worship, birthday gift, body worship, creampies (anal and vaginal), cum on tits, (lots of) deepthroating, dirty talk, full nelson, massage, motorboating, oil, pile driver, pussy grinding, rimming, sloppy cocksucking, squatting, superslut, (plenty of) titfucking, tits, tits and more tits

Word count: 8662

Happy Karina Day!

After long months of touring, Karina needed stress relief. Her beautiful body was aching, and she wanted to relax after such a long, tiring schedule. After some long searching, she had finally found the right place to do that.

"Welcome to my massage clinic," you greeted Karina as she went to your room. "By the way, I saw that today is your birthday, so the massage is free," you told her. "Thank you," she politely said.

"Go to the shower and get your body wet; it's better for the massage," you commanded Karina, who obliged. She took her clothes off and poured some water on her beautiful nude body before grabbing some soap to massage her big tits as you waited for her outside.

Karina stayed for a few extra minutes in the shower, giving special attention to washing her massive boobs, shaking them as the water poured all over her jugs, before emerging from it wearing a towel.

"You won't need these today; here we only do massages without any clothes on," you told Karina, who took her towel out. Her body was truly wonderful from head to toe. Her lustful honey thighs, her hot, imposing frame, and, of course, her beautiful big tits.

"Get on the table," you said to Karina as she laid her hot body on the table, pressing her boobs against it. "This is going to feel so good; I've been needing one of these for a while," she told you, who started your massage running your hands over her body. "Your hands are such a good stress reliever," she said.

You brought some oil and poured it over Karina's back before running it down all the way to her legs. "I see your body is already very wet, but I'll help it get even wetter," you said, spreading the oil over her body as you massaged her. You pushed your hands closer to her arms and back, getting within striking distance of her big jugs, but not touching them yet.

"I'm feeling so relaxed now; you're hitting the perfect spots," Karina said to you. "Thank you," you replied, moving down and massaging her ass for the first time. "Oh God, that's so perfect," she said as you put your hands in there. "I'm making sure you'll feel really good and relieved of any stress, Rina," you told her.

You poured some extra oil close to Karina's genital area, massaging it very carefully to not touch her pussy, before moving down and placing your hands between her sexy thighs. Karina smiled as you added more oil, spreading her butt a bit and massaging her close to her asshole. "Ohhhh, like that? That's so amazing," she answered.

You finally made your move, massaging Karina's pussy and shoving a couple of fingers inside it. "Oh, fuck," she moaned as you dug deeper inside it. "Ahhhh, I love this massage; keep going, your hands are so good in my pussy," she told you.

"Oh my God, you're making my pussy so fucking wet, fuck," Karina said as you increased the speed on it. "Yes, baby, rub my clit like that," she told you. "Can you feel your pussy gripping around it?" you asked her. "Oh yes, I love the way it wraps around your fingers, fuck," she answered.

Karina moved just enough for you to grope her tits from behind the table. "Yes, rub my tits just like that," she said. "As you wish," you told her before moving around her waist. "Get up a bit," you told Karina, who got herself on all fours on the table, letting you massage her boobs. "Oh, that's perfect, your hands all over my tiddies, please them," she said just as the loud sound of an airplane flying over your outdoor massage clinic.

"Keep going, baby, worship those big fucking tiddies," Karina said as you now put both your hands on it. "Kiss me," she asked, you obliging and kissing her neck with your hands still all over her boobs. "Oh yeah, baby, rub my nipples," she said as you moved your attention towards them as you kept kissing her.

You kept playing with Karina's tits, pinching them and putting your hands between them. "Yes, squeeze them; I love that," Karina said as you pressed them with both hands. "Oh my God, just like that, play with them," she said as you increased the pace, making her boobs slap against each other before giving them a couple of slaps that made her moan.

"Ahhhh," Karina moaned. "Turn around," you told her as Karina lay on the table with her front fully exposed to you. You picked up some more oil, pouring it all over her boobs. "I love the sensation of it hitting my tits," Karina said, before you resumed your boob massage, your massive hands roughly the same size as her massive jugs.

"Let me take care of both of them," you told Karina, taking turns massaging her left and right boob. "Oh my God, that's so good," she said as you placed your hands right on her areolas before moving one of them down to her pussy. "Your body is so beautiful," you told her. "And I love your hands massaging it," she answered.

You spiced things up and moved your mouth towards Karina's left boob, sucking it for the first time. "Ohhhh yeah, yeah, wrap your mouth around it. I love the way that tongue fills, oh my god," Karina says as you move rather fast, quickly switching between her boobs and adding your tongue to the massage. "That's so fucking hot, ahhhh, yes," she says.

"Fucking swallow those tits," Karina commands as you suck them like a baby. "Keep going, take turns between them," she says as you sweep your tongue all over her boob area with another airplane passing by. "Slap them in your face," she tells you, and you oblige and hit them against your face. "You look so sexy doing that," she says. You kiss Karina a couple of times. "My tits taste so good in your mouth," she tells you as you move from behind, Karina suddenly making a request.

"I want your dick massaging my big tits," she says.

"As you wish," you tell Karina, pulling your pants down and kissing her. She opens her mouth for you to feed your cock to her, your hands all over her big tits while she chokes on it. "Yes, yes," you can hear her saying as it gets muffled by your big cock, Karina grabbing your shaft to deepthroat it.

"Put those balls in my face," Karina says, rubbing them against her mouth before you start fucking her face and hitting them against her chin. "Oh, it tastes so good," she says to you.

"You want more?" you ask Karina, who promptly answers. "Yes, I want it so bad, please, put it down my throat," she says, sticking her naughty tongue out. "There you go," you say, grabbing her waist and pushing your shaft down her throat, Karina spitting all over it as she gags on your cock just as another plane passes by.

Karina strokes your cock and shoves it in her mouth while you reach to massage her pussy. "Slap it in my face," she says, and you oblige before getting on top of her and sitting on her beautiful princess face as you get ready to fuck her amazing tits.

"Oh yeah, let me eat that ass," Karina says as she grabs your butt as soon as you sit on top of her. "Look at you, such a nasty girl," you tell her as Karina starts rimming you in perfect sync to your thrusts between her tits. "Yes, baby, fuck my tiddies while I lick this dirty ass," she commands, aggressively moving her tongue against your bunghole while you fuck her fun bags.

You pick up the pace on the titfucking as Karina licks your asshole. "That feels good," you say to her, squeezing her tits as hard as you can to increase the grip on your cock. "You're my little slut today, birthday girl," you tell her, plowing Karina's boobs hard and massaging them.

"No wonder they are so popular," you tell Karina as you quickly grow addicted to her big tits. "Oh baby, I love feeling those big tits between my cock," you tell her. "And I love feeling your balls hitting on my neck," Karina answers.

"Oh my God, lick my pussy just like that," Karina says as you bend over her body, stretching as hard as you can to eat her cunt out. She grabs your balls and pushes them to her mouth, sloppily sucking them as you lick her pussy. "Fuck, you eat my clit so good," she says.

Karina gets back on all fours on the table, turning around as you stand up and grab her hair to fuck her face, her big saggy boobs bouncing hard as she gets plowed.

"Get on that table; let me worship that big, fat cock," Karina tells you. "I can't wait to get that big fucking dick inside me," Karina says, stroking it as she kisses you. "I want you to fucking beg me for it," she continues.

"Nice and tight on that cock, yes baby," Karina says. "Are you ready to use me like a proper whore? To fuck me like a real man?" She asks you as she keeps pressing your balls with her hands.

Karina gets on top of you and kisses you, moving from top to bottom of your body before finding your cock. "Oh my gosh, I love this big fucking cock in my mouth; let me worship it," she says, throating it and spitting on it a few times. "Yeah, baby, fuck," you tell her as Karina gets very sloppy.

Karina puts a lot of pressure on your cock. "Grind it on my hands, that's what I want," she says as she squeezes it hard with both of them. "I'm gonna use every part of my body to please this dick," Karina promises, opening a bottle of oil and lubing it before pouring it on her tits.

"Getting those tits nice and tight around that cock, making it fucking throb," Karina says as she squeezes your shaft back between her tits. "Let me slam it down on that big fucking pipe," she continues as she moves her tits really fast, pushing you to the edge with an incredibly hot boobjob as her jugs smash against your hips.

You start pushing your cock upwards between Karina's boobs. "Just destroy these titties, use them like it's your personal fleshlight, look how perfect your cock is around them, it fits so well," she tells you, spitting on your cock as it pops out of her boobs. "Let me get it extra fucking wet; I love using that cock for my pleasure," she says, slowing it down.

"Fuck those titties like you mean it," Karina commands, making you push hard. "Use these fucking balloons," she says, shaking her boobs and smiling as you pound them, before rubbing your tip around her nipples and teasing you with some slaps. "Just what I deserve for my birthday, don't you think?" she asks you. "You definitely deserve it," you tell Karina. "Do you think I can earn that cum? cum?"she asks, jerking your tits off before pulling a move that would drive you insane.

Karina pushes the tip of your cock against the entrance of her pussy. "Ah, fuck," she says as she starts grinding your shaft against her clit. "Just teasing it, baby, I can't wait to feel it inside me," she says. However, as she moves her hips around your cock, you suddenly surprise her.

"Oh my God," Karina says as you explode all over her crotch, painting it with your seeds. "Poor baby, couldn't resist the urge for that tight little pussy," Karina says as she tastes your cum. "Delicious," she says. "But don't worry, baby, I'll give you another chance.

"Oh shittt," you scream as Karina deepthroats your cock, getting it instantly hard and cleaning the cum out of it. "You're such a good fucking slut," you tell her. You start pushing your cock against her throat, fucking her beautiful face. "Choke on it, slut," you tell her. "I love when you make me suffocate on it," she says, getting it even sloppier as she spits on your cock.

"Holy fuck, it's so hard again it can barely fit in my mouth," Karina says as you plow her face hard, making her let out gagging sounds. "MORE," she begs as you almost make her puke with your cock hitting the depths of her throat. "Let me get those fucking balls," Karina says, diving down and worshipping them as she strokes your cock".

Lick my fucking balls," you tell Karina, who gets really sloppy down there, taking your sack. "I'm a sloppy fuckwhore. You like when I stroke your cock like that?" Karina asks you, giving you a sexy stare. "Fuck, you taste so good, I'm so addicted to having those balls in my mouth," she says, getting back to sucking them.

"Are you ready to destroy this pussy, baby?" Karina asks you as she strokes your cock even harder. "Yes," you answer her. "Such a good boy. But first, you'll have to worship it," she answers.

Karina lies on the table and spreads her legs. You dive to lick her pussy, her pushing your head against her folds. "Yeah, baby, lick it like that, ahhh, YESSS, FUCKKK," she starts to moan. "Give that pussy what it needed, open that fucking pussy," she tells you as you pick up the pace.

"You're so good at that, yeah baby, make me fucking cum," Karina says as she grinds her hips against your face, her legs trembling. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK," she screams as you hit the perfect spots. "Play with it, use it like a fucking toy," she commands as she moans, her beautiful hair dropping down the table while her nipples get fully erect.

You keep tonguing Karina's clit as you put a pair of fingers up her cunt, earning you more praise from her. "You do it so well, so fucking amazing," she says. "FUCK," she screams again, you putting a lot of pressure in her folds and making her closer and closer to cum.

"YEAH, FUCKING WRECK THAT CLIT, OH MY GOD," Karina screams as you get her really wet. "You make my pussy feel really amazing; I love the way you worship me," she tells you.

"I want that fucking cock. I want it so fucking bad, please," Karina says as you now do the teasing, slapping it against the same clit that made you cum just moments ago. "I deserve it, please give me that birthday gift," she begs.

"AHHHH," Karina screams loudly as you finally put it in her pussy. "Right where it belongs," she tells you as you pin her long legs against her huge tits and fuck her in a missionary position. "Yeah, yeah," she screams, your cock hitting very deep on her as she fingers her clit.

"Give me every fucking inch, make me cream all over it, OH FUCK," Karina moans, grabbing her big tits and squeezing them together. "Oh yeah, right there," she tells you as you hit the perfect spot. "I love it so much," she says to you.

"Fucking use me," Karina begs as you continue to pump her pussy, her spreading it out for you while squeezing your cock inside of it. "Fuck, you're so fucking deep I can feel it in my stomach," she tells you. "That's what I like, that's what I fucking like; your cock is so perfect inside me," she continues to say as you fuck her at a very steady pace.

Karina kisses you as you two get engaged in more passionate fucking, but soon she gets back to the dirty talk. "Fuck me like a dirty slut, making me fucking cum," she commands as you push harder, clapping your body against hers.

"Hmmm, I love the way this pussy talks to me," you tell Karina as you hear queefing sounds coming out of her cunt. She rubs her clit, nodding as you pound her slowly but very deep. "FUCK, IT'S BULGING UNDER MY STOMACH. YOU FEEL SO GOOD INSIDE ME, OH MY GOD," she screams as you bury your cock inside her.

You massage Karina's big boobs as you keep fucking her. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she screams. "That's what you want, isn't it?" you ask her. "YES, YES, THAT'S WHAT I WANT," she answers, her mouth wide open as your cock hits all her sensitive spots. "FUCK, YOU HIT ALL THE RIGHT PLACES," she screams.

"THAT DICK IS SO FUCKING HUGE, GIVE ME ALL," Karina screams as you make her boobs bounce hard at each thrust. "Such a good gift for me," she says. You turn your attention to her big, bouncy tits, slapping them as you fuck her. "YES, BABY, SLAP MY FUCKING TIDDIES, PLEASE," Karina begs as you hit them hard and make her scream.

"Oh my God, that's the best massage I've ever had," Karina tells you as you now choke her. "Tell me what you are," you say to her. "I'M YOUR DIRTY FUCKING WHORE, BABY," she answers you, rubbing her clit as you get rougher and rougher with her, but she always keeps smiling as your cock destroys her pussy just as she asked to.

"OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," Karina tells you as she fingers her clit while you grope her tits hard. "FUCK, I'M CUMMING, THAT DICK IS SO FUCKING LONG," Karina screams as she creams all over your cock. "Looks like your pussy really loves it,"

"Please my nipples, baby," Karina says as you rub her tits after making her cum. "Turn around," you tell Karina, who quickly follows and puts her ass up for you. "Put it right back in there," she commands, you fucking her from behind and fingering her asshole. "AHHHH FUCK, YES," she screams as you spank her ass. You grab her waist and quickly pick up the pace, making her boobs jiggle hard. "FUCK, SLAP MY FUCKING ASS," she screams following another spanking.

"OH YEAH, BABY, PUT THAT FINGER IN MY ASSHOLE, OH MY GOD," Karina screams. "Fuck, stretch it out; that's such a good sensation," she tells you. "Look at you, such a good slut taking all that cock," you tell her.

"YES, BABY, KEEP MASSAGING MY HOLES," Karina screams as your thumb gets deeper in her asshole. Her moans get louder, her tits get bouncier. "It feels so good in my tight fucking pussy," she tells you. "I love how deep you go inside me," she continues.

Karina goes insane, moving her hips against your cock, before you decide to tame her, pinning her boobs against the table and pounding her hard. "FUCK, YES," she says, you thrusting so hard you almost lose your breath. You grab her arms, using her like a fuck toy and making her boobs bounce like a pinball at every thrust. "Fuck me hard like that," she tells you, pushing you to the limit.

"YES, YES, YES, YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD, DESTROY THAT FUCKING PUSSY." Karina screams as you start to groan, putting her into a crazy prone bone position, pinning her whole body, and fucking her so hard she has to slow you down a bit. She tries to push herself against your cock one more time, but you won't let her, using her like your perfect toy.

"Oh yeah, slide it in and out of it," Karina tells you. "Fucking use your body for my pleasure; you're so fucking perfect inside me," she continues. Her legs tremble again. "That's so fucking sexy," she then says. "FUCK, THAT'S SUCH A GOOD DICK," she continues to scream.

"You take my cock with such perfection," you tell Karina. "That's because I'm a whore, and you fuck me just like one," Karina answers you as you massage her shoulders. "FUCK, OH YES, JUST MAKE MY FUCKING TIDDIES BOUNCE WITH THAT DICK," Karina begs, you reaching from behind to grope them.

"OH YEAH, THAT'S THE BEST FUCKING FEELING IN THE WORLD," Karina tells you as you massage her big tits while stretching her out. You spank her ass again, clapping hard against her clit. "Make me feel every inch; that's so good," Karina tells you. "YES, YES, YES," she repeats as you attack her cunt, her putting one of her legs on the table and one out.

"FUCK YES, FUCK IT'S SO DEEP, YOUR COCK IS SO FUCKING LONG, AHHHH," Karina screams loudly. You grab her right leg. "OH MY GOD," she screams, you groping her tits as she stands on just one leg, Karina moaning like a whore as her cunt gets obliterated. "FUCKING DESTROY MY FUCKING HOLE," she screams, almost losing her balance.

"OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING MAGICAL," Karina screams. "Goddamn," you groan as her cunt squeezes your cock. "I wanna feel my pussy all used up after this massage," she tells you as the pounding never ceases. "USE ME, YES, USE ME," she keeps begging, her boobs turned into loose balls. "That's so perfect," she continues.

You pin Karina against the table, smashing her tits hard. "I love that rock-hard dick inside my pussy," she tells you. "Fuck, stroke your cock inside my pussy," she begs you as you reach from behind to grab her boobs one more time. "SO DEEP, SO DEEP, OH FUCK," she screams. "It is where it's supposed to be," you tell her.

"Let me suck that fucking cock. I want you to fuck my face again," Karina says, getting on her knees and bobbing her head on it. "Take my balls," you tell her, making her gag. "Look how good you are worshipping them," you tell her before putting your right foot on the table and plowing her face, making her boobs jiggle hard for an amazing view.

"Show me how much you love that cock," you tell Karina as she keeps choking all over your cock, taking it balls deep in her mouth. "I'm so needy for this dick; it feels so good inside my throat," she tells you.

"Let's go for a ride," you tell Karina, lying on the table. But Karina wants to tease you a bit, letting you motorboat her while she strokes your cock. "Look how juicy that cock is," she tells you as you make loud noises between her shaking boobs. "You love those big tiddies in your face, don't you?" she asks you.

"How about you wrap them around my dick again?" you ask Karina, who moves to titfuck you a bit before she gets ready to ride on your cock. As she climbs on top of the table, she still teases you a little more. "Rubbing every inch of that fucking pussy," Karina says as she grinds your cock against her entrance one more time.

"Nice and slow," Karina says, spinning on your cock as she gets it back inside her. "Ohhhh," she moans as she lets herself get impaled in a reverse cowgirl position. "Oh yes, just feel that wet fucking pussy on you, baby," she says as she moves with very slow pumps, feeling every inch of your cock before moving a little faster.

"Oh, I love to tease that fucking cock; just move up and down it like a good slut," Karina says as you reach your hands to grab her boobs. "I give you one thing, and you want it all," she says.

"There you go, just pound that pussy, baby," Karina tells you as she continues to bounce on your cock, her jiggling jugs driving you crazy. "OH FUCK," she screams as you suddenly follow her instructions, drilling her pussy from up top. "OH MY GO, OH MY GOD," she moans as your balls all of a sudden are smacking hard against her clit.

"AHHHH, AHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH, FUCK, YES, YES, YES," Karina repeatedly screams as she gets pounded, her tits getting completely loose. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, YES," she continues to scream, you grabbing her waist and sparing her no room to breathe.

Karina slows down, letting you rub her clit as she spreads her legs. "Oh yes, baby, use my pussy like it's your little fleshlight," she tells you as you resuming pumping her hard. "Let me just grind on it," Karina says as she slams your cock. "Let me fucking use it; I'm gonna fucking cum all over that dick," she says as she fasts up and down it really fast. "I'M COMING," she screams, closing her legs and eyes and just relieving the pressure by covering your cock with her juices.

"You make my pussy so wet," Karina says as she pauses the riding for a bit to let you taste it, grinding on your face as you savor her divine honey. She sucks your cock sloppily, tasting herself on it while you spank her ass. "OH YEAH BABY," she screams as she feels your palms on her cheeks, you two having a nice 69 and fighting to see who is the hungriest, Karina winning the battle as she goes all the way down to your asshole and eats it out one more time.

Karina flips around for another round, this time in a cowgirl position that will allow you to see her beautiful big bazookas bouncing as she rides that big dick. You grab her tits as Karina picks up some grapes and feeds them into your mouth. "You must be very hungry," she tells you.

"Hungry baby, rubbing his hands all over my milk bags," Karina says as she's all smiles riding your cock. You now rub your hands in her ass as she bounces on your cock. "Oh yeah, let me go up and down it," she tells you before bending over in your direction as you use your hands to spread her ass while she shoves her big boobs in your face.

"That's my fucking dick, oh fuck," Karina says as she bounces hard on it. "Yes, baby, spank my ass," she tells you as you hit it, but that doesn't slow her down, quite the opposite.

"I want you to fuck me," Karina says. You follow her instructions, pumping from down low once again. "OH MY GOD, MAKE MY TIDDIES BOUNCE ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE, AHHHHH, FUCKING POUND ME," Karina screams as you destroy her pussy hard. "AHHHHH, FUCK, USE MY FUCKING PUSSY, YES, YES, YES, YES, AHHHHH," she loudly screams, you enjoying her tits hitting your face countless times.

You use all your strength to fuck Karina. "Your pussy is so fucking wet," you tell her. "Right there, baby, that cock is so perfect," she tells you. "OH MY GOD, RIGHT THERE, I'M COMING," Karina screams as your thrusts only get faster. But she doesn't give up, squatting on your cock with all her prowess. "Oh shit," you groan as Karina regains control, her fast riding driving you closer and closer to cum.

"Take every inch of my fucking walls, baby," Karina tells you. You grab some of the oil and rub it in her ass. "Yeah, baby, make my ass shine because you're gonna fuck it soon," Karina teases you as she keeps bouncing. You rub the entrance of her asshole. "Oh my God, I love that," she says.

"You wanna make me cum again, don't you? That dick is so fucking good, I don't wanna stop," Karina says as your thrusts duel her bounces. "FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM," she screams, creaming all over your cock while you keep rubbing the oil over her ass.

"I can't believe this big dick fits inside me so fucking perfectly," Karina says as she keeps moving up and down it, her big tits bouncier than ever. "Oh yeah, fucking use it, let me see," Karina says, looking from behind and watching herself get stretched out.

"KEEP GOING, KEEP GOING, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, HOLD ME DOWN AND POUND ME," Karina screams as you wrap your arms around her. You start to groan, getting closer and closer to cum as her walls squeeze your cock hard. "Such a magical cock," Karina says as she shakes her ass.

Karina slowly bounces on you again, her pussy so wet you can hear the puddling noises every time you hit deep in her pussy. "Stroke your fucking fleshlight, baby, use your little fucktoy like that. Are you ready to fucking your load inside my pussy?" she asks as you attack her pussy and rub her anus one more time.

"Use that fucking pussy until you fill it to the brim," Karina commands, inviting you once again to cum inside her. "I'm gonna cum," you alert her. "Oh, I can feel it fucking throbbing," she answers. You spread her cheeks, and you explode inside Karina's pink pussy, letting it leak out into your torso as your cock keeps pulsating even after unloading on her.

"Oh my God, there it is," Karina says as she digs out your load from her pussy. "Such a good girl," you tell her. "Thank you," Karina says, cleaning your cock to the fullest and then licking what dripped into your belly. "I can't wait for that cum to breed my pussy. What a fucking nice load, what a great cock for my pussy," she says, massaging your balls again.

"Wanna fuck my ass next? It needs a good massage too; it needs to be destroyed by this big fucking cock. "But first, let me get this cock back to full strength," Karina says, using, like always, her most lethal weapon. No matter how many times she wraps those big balloons over your cock, receiving a titfucking from Karina will always be a unique experience, and she quickly shows why.

Karina licks your tip as she slams your cock between her tits, soon getting you hard again. "Putting it right where it fucking belongs, stroking that cock with those big fucking titties," she says as she moves rather quickly. "I love squeezing that hard dick; it's so hot when they are wrapped around my tits," she says, spitting on your cock.

Karina gets on top of the table as you kiss her. "Take control, fuck those jugs," she tells you as you guide your cock between them, getting on top of her. "Oh yeah, massage your cock in my tits again," she says as you push hard, grabbing her big tits and playing with them.

"Your dick is already so rock hard again," Karina says. "Put your tongue out," you tell her, trying to reach it as you thrust hard against her boobs and make them bounce. You slap your cock against her jugs before squeezing them. "Fuck those tits hard and think of you destroying my ass. I want you to give me what I fucking want," she says.

"Let's go inside," you tell Karina, taking her to a more intimate, darker room with a pair of large beds. Karina shoves you against one of the beds. Are you ready for this asshole?" she continues to ask you. "Of course," you answer her. She teases you again before shoving. "Feel my wet fucking mouth all over that cock," she says as she deepthroats you.

"Let me worship that cock first. Is that ok for you? You like when I stroke your cock like that?" Karina asks you. "Make me your little sloppy fuckwhore," she says, teasing you again with more licks. "Your cock tastes so fucking good after cumming," she says. "Let me savor both those fucking balls one more time," she continues.

Karina warms your balls up with her usual precision, making you groan as she keeps stroking your dick. "Right there," you say as she worships it before throating your cock slowly, bobbing her head all over your dick. You pump upwards, trying to fuck her face and make her gag.

"FUCK, THAT'S GOOD," Karina says as she spits all over your dick. She kisses you, alternating between romantic moments and pure slutiness that drives you insane. "Looks like I'm the one doing the massage right now," Karina says.

"Your cock is so wet already, but my ass is really tight; you'll have a hard time sliding in," Karina tells you, adding some extra spit to it. "Fuck, Rina, you're such a nasty whore," you tell her, trying to fuck her face again. "Yes, baby, I'm a whore that loves making a mess of this cock," she tells you.

"Bang those jugs, fuck them hard," Karina tells you as she goes back to smash your cock between her tits. "Be a good boy, fuck those tits harder," she asks you, making a mess of your cock as she pushes it hard. "Good girl," you tell her, Karina deepthroating your cock between her jugs. "So slippery," she says as you try to pump your cock up.

"I'm such a big-tit whore, one that wants you to fuck those big fucking tits harder and faster," Karina tells you. "No fucking breathing, I don't want this cock breathing between my tits at all, I'm gonna squeeze it as hard as I can," she tells you.

"Fuck, baby, that cock is so thick between my tits, it can barely fit. I can see you're rushing all the blood from your body to it. You really want to fuck my tight little ass this bad," Karina says.

"Put those fingers in my mouth," Karina commands, and you oblige, using your remaining free hand to pour some extra oil on her boobs. "Oh yes, baby, get them shiny," she tells you, then licking your tip for a little more teasing before giving your shaft another hard titfucking. "Oh my God, I love watching you fucking them," Karina says.

"Prepare my asshole," Karina tells you as she gets on her knees on the opposing bed. You start giving Karina's backdoor a little massage, before shoving your tongue in her butthole. "Oh yeah, baby, use that magic tongue," she tells you.

"You look so fucking good licking that ass; that's so good," Karina says as she rubs her pussy. You give her asshole some quick tongues and then dive your face on it before replacing it with a pair of fingers. "It's so big, just like your cock," Karina tells you.

You finger-fuck Karina's asshole, her pussy getting very wet as you spank her ass and shove your fingers deep in her anus. "Perfection, those fingers in my ass are perfection," Karina tells you.

"I want to fuck your ass so bad," you tell Karina. "Then beg me for it," she answers, grinding against your cock as you grab her tits. "Good boy, massage my tits, show me the good masseur you are," she says. "Please, baby, let me fuck you," you tell her.

"No, no, no, you have to keep begging," Karina says. "Keep rubbing my tits and I'll consider," she continues. "But first, let me rub my pussy a bit on this cock," she says, giving you her classic killer grinding that makes you crazy while you play with her boobs.

"I think it's time, baby," Karina says as she slides your cock in her ass. "You want that fucking cock in my ass, baby?" she asks you as she slowly pushes it down. "Yes," you tell her. "Say please," she answers. "Please," you tell her.

Karina struggles at first with your thick length. "Oh my fucking God, that fucking dick is so big," she says as soon as it gets deep inside her. "Let me just use that cock, play with it," she tells you, but you quickly try to pump it up.

"So tight," you tell Karina as you hear queefing sounds coming from her asshole as she starts to bounce. "I agree, it's so fucking big and tight," she tells you, trying to pick up the pace. Her squats are incredible. "AHHHH THAT'S GOOD, OH MY GOD, YOU FEEL SO FUCKING PERFECT IN MY ASS," she says as she queefs again.

"OH YEAH, LIKE THAT, LIKE THAT," Karina says as she starts shaking her ass and grinding on your cock while she bounces, taking a little sideways motion as opposed to the squats she had started with. "THIS IS WHAT I FUCKING LIKE, THIS IS WHAT I FUCKING CRAVE, FUCK," she screams as her fast bounces make the bed creak.

Karina goes back to her crazy squatting, almost snapping your cock in half as she goes so fast it goes out of her ass. She slows down a bit, feeling it deeper in her butt, but quickly spreads her ass and goes back to squatting on your dick. "Yes, baby, suffocate that big dick inside my hole, claim my ass as yours," she says as she continues to bounce.

"OH FUCK, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, IT'S SO FUCKING PERFECT IN ME," Karina screams as she continues to squat on your cock. "Oh yeah, baby, fuck me back," she says as you try to pump back up. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, AHHHH," she screams, spreading her legs and welcoming your hard thrusts up her butt.

"AHHHHH FUCK, OH MY GOD, I'M IN HEAVEN," Karina says, moving even more insane with her bounces. "Right where it belongs, in my fucking ass," she tells you. "Pound it, baby, pound it," she tells you. She quickly flips sides, sitting on your cock in reverse. "OH YEAH," she says, resuming the hard bouncing, her cheeks making loud sounds against your hips. You grab her bouncy butt. "It fits so fucking perfect in my ass," she says.

"FUCK ME BACK, FUCK ME BACK," Karina commands as you start pumping your cock up her ass. your balls smashing against her skin. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, YEAH, I'M CUMMING," she screams as she gets drilled hard. "Oh my God, that's heaven," she says again. "Just use it, just use my fucking ass," she says.

You slow down a bit, Karina, trying to bounce. "Yeah, baby, give it to me, nice and fucking hard," Karina says as she goes back to bouncing hard on your cock. "I love getting all this fucking dick," she says.

"You do? Then take it," you tell Karina, her spreading her legs as you fuck her ass at the speed of light. "OHHHHH FUCKKKK," she screams, her long legs shaking as she turns into your anal fleshlight. "OH MY GOSH, OH YEAH," she says, bending her legs.

"Be gentle, baby, your cock is really big," Karina says. "I love when you put your fingers in my pussy," she continues as you reach to massage her clit. You also reach your other hand to grab her tits. "Keep going, baby, stretch my asshole, take it deep, right there, keep going like that, that's the perfect fucking pace to make me cum," she says.

"Make me cum, make me cum," Karina begs as she spreads her legs wide. "Fuck, finger that clit, I'm gonna cum," she continues as you keep pounding her. "FUCK BABY," she screams as you push harder and harder, almost making her lose her balance.

As Karina finally shows weakness, you seize the opportunity to grab her legs and put her under a full nelson. "Fucking destroy this asshole, just fucking use it," she says. "Oh my God, baby, just fuck me good, GIVE ME MORE, YEAH, YEAH," Karina says.

"FUCK ME HARD, I'M GONNA CUM, YES," Karina screams loudly as her legs start to tremble. The full nelson doesn't last for long as you fuck Karina so hard you suddenly explode inside her asshole when she clenches it around your cock. "AH YEAH BABY," she screams as you spread her gape and push your cum out of her ass.

Karina quickly picks up the pieces, licking the cum that oozed out of her ass. "Eat my ass while I stroke my cock; your beautiful face will quickly make me hard," you tell her, jerking yourself off as Karina gives you a nasty rimjob. "Fuck, you're so good at eating my ass," you tell her as Karina spits in your butthole and savors it like a demon, tonguing it in an insane way.

"Oh my God, that asshole is so perfect," Karina says as she pushes back up to stroke your cock and bob her head hard on it. "Ah, fuck," you say as she deepthroats you again. "Fuck, let me see how much farther I can take it," you say, putting one leg around her head and pushing down as she chokes on your cock.

"AHHHH, OH MY GOD," Karina screams as she gets more insane. "Oh, I love the way your cock fucking feels in my mouth," she says, moving her mouth all over your balls, going so insane that she not only wants you to fuck her ass, but she also starts fucking yours, reaching her hands to finger-fuck your asshole while never leaving your balls from her mouth as she spits all over them. "So sexy," you tell her.

Karina gets on her knees, worshipping your balls one more time as she squeezes her tits. "Oh my god, these balls are so perfect in my mouth," she says, getting very sloppy. "I'm a lucky girl, getting such a good massage," she tells you, giving your cock another deepthroat and smiling as she licks your torso as well.

"You like seeing my pretty face abused with that cock?" Karina asks as she slaps it in her face. You bring your cock and push it down her throat, Karina sliding under you to lick your asshole.

"Fuck those tiddies again, I know you like it," Karina says, pushing them up for you to bang them for the hundredth time, yet you still feel like it's the first with the way she squeezes them around your cock. "Just like that, baby, look in my eyes while you fuck my big fucking jugs," she tells you as you keep pushing, Karina sticking her tongue out like a hungry slut.

Karina bobs her head on your cock like a crazy girl; the more she takes it in the ass, the more insane she gets. "I love tasting my ass," she tells you. She swallows all your balls, licks your asshole, and makes a mess of your cock. "Oh yeah, baby, that's good, but I want more in my ass," she tells you.

Karina gets herself sideways as you enter her in a spooning position, spreading her ass. "Yes, yes, baby, that's perfect, keep going," she tells you, her boobs bouncing with each thrust. "Look how naughty your eyes look when you fuck me," she says.

You quickly pick up the pace, slamming your cock in Karina's asshole and clapping your balls against her skin. "CLAIM IT, CLAIM THAT FUCKING ASS WITH YOUR BIG FAT COCK, CLAIM THAT FUCKING HOLE," she commands as you put your fingers in her pussy. "Oh baby, you're making me fucking throb," she says as she spreads her pussy for you.

"This is what I've been dreaming about. Give it to me. Give me what I want. Stuff that cunt while you fuck that ass, FUCKKKK," Karina moans. She spreads her ass and shows you her pink, cum-filled gape, now stuffing her own hands in her cunt as you drill her ass at full speed and make her boobs jiggle hard.

"Yes, baby, jerk your cock off in that asshole, make me fucking explode all over that cock," Karina says as she gets closer to her orgasm. "AHHHHH," Karina screams, her legs shaking again as you hit deep in her ass. "GOD, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN," she says.

You promptly lick Karina's juices from her pussy before going back to her ass, her fully spreading her legs and letting her boobs freely jiggle as you attack her ass. "Make me fucking squirt," she tells you and promptly gets it. "Open your legs," you command her, shoving your fingers in her pussy to make her cum. "AHHHHHHHH, FUCK, I'M CUMMING," Karina screams.

"Lick my pussy and let me taste it too," Karina tells you as you kiss her and feed her juices to her mouth, quickly going back to pound her ass as soon as you get there. "OH FUCK," she screams. You rub her body, paying special attention to her tits while she spreads her legs. "I love how you fill my asshole; I love it so much. Feed it with your big fucking cock. Give me what I need. I crave that fucking cock inside my ass; I fucking crave it," she commands, sticking her tongue out.

You finger Karina's pussy nonstop, making her cum hard. "There you go," you tell her. "KEEP GOING, KEEP GOING, IT'S SO GOOD, PLAY WITH MY FUCKING PUSSY, I WANNA CUM AGAIN," she says. "Wow," you say as Karina squirts hard. "You like using me like a fuckdoll, don't you?" she asks.

"AH YEAH, FUCK MY ASSHOLE, FUCK," Karina screams, you slapping her honey thighs to calm her down a bit. "Keep that thumb in my pussy, make me squirt," she begs you, but you instead take your whole hand, making her shake one more time. "OHHHHHH FUCKKKKK," she loudly screams.

You and Karina share kisses as you let her suck your cock for a little bit. You let her bob her head on your cock and savor her asshole before grabbing her hair and plowing her face. "Right there, gag on it," you tell her as she does it perfectly, going back for another sloppy blowjob shortly after, you massaging her boobs as you fuck her face. "Keep taking it, so good, there you go," you tell her as you shove your balls down her throat and make a string of spit come out of Karina's chin.

Karina moves to the other bed as she gets herself on all fours. "Put that dick back in my ass, right where it belongs," she tells you as you shove your cock back inside it. "Yeah," she moans as she feels you penetrating her again, firmly grabbing her waist. "Use it, fuck that tiny little asshole," she says, making her boobs freely bounce.

"Open that ass for me," you tell Karina, who spreads her cheeks wide. "Look at that nice little gape for you," she says as you tease her before going back to pounding. "Oh yeah, baby, that hole is fucking begging for it. I love that fucking cock. Oh, baby, you're so fucking perfect in me," she says.

The doggy pounding continuing, you slap Karina's butt and enjoy her tits bouncing. You take a little break to lick her asshole but quickly resume pounding it. "YES, GOD, FUCK, PLEASE, PLEASE," Karina begs as your assfucking only gets more and more intense. "Don't spare an inch, take it all, fuck it," she keeps commanding.

"I'm your anal princess, baby; my ass is all yours, fuck," Karina moans, reaching to finger her pussy. You spread her butthole and spit on it, enjoying her gape and staring at the cum you already deposited on it.

"Stay there," you tell Karina, putting her body upside down and putting her in a piledriver position. You tease her, going in and out of her ass. "Put it right back in," she says, you grabbing her tits and pinching them while she licks her nipples and you fuck her ass, Karina covering her queefing cunt with her hands.

Karina softly moans as you destroy her ass. "OH BABY FUCK, FUCK," she screams, her legs pressing against her big boobs as she looks at you from below. You mount on top of her, pounding her really hard. "AHHHHH, FUCK, I LOVE EVERY FUCKING INCH OF IT IN MY ASS, WRECK IT JUST LIKE THAT," she screams. "Take it, take it all, fuck," Karina commands as your balls clap hard against her cheeks, your cock drilling her ass so hard she collapses into the bed.

"You seem tired, Rina," you say to her, putting her back in a more romantic missionary position. "Let me give you one final massage," you say to her, inserting your cock in her ass as she spreads her cheeks. "Give me more, please, one last massage," she begs you.

Karina massages her pussy as you fuck her ass very nice and slow. "Yeah, baby, worship that asshole," she tells you as you tease her, going slowly in and out of it. "That's what I fucking like. Take it all, dirty boy. Take every fucking inch of me, yeah," she moans as you take it slow and deep in her ass. "Fuck it nice and hard," she tells you, you picking up the pace. "AH YEAH," she screams. "Keep going until you make me fucking cum one last time," she continues.

"I love watching you go in and out of my asshole, just teasing it," Karina says as you keep taking it slow. "I love the way you play with my asshole," she continues. You then spit on her pussy. "I love the way you sloppily spit on my cunt," she keeps going. "I love you, baby; you make me feel so fucking amazing," she finishes, truly a girl in love.

"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK," Karina screams. "You make me feel fucking fantastic, like the best whore in the world," she tells you as you kiss her. You take your time, Karina now so horny her asshole queefs at every single one of your slow thrusts. "Do you hear it? That's the sound of me getting turned on," she says.

"I think I'm ready for that cum. You want to give that big fucking load all over my tits?" Karina asks you. "Come for me, baby, give me your fucking masterpiece and cover my tits," she tells you.

You get on top of Karina to bang her tits for one last time. "Yeah, fuck them, fuck them, nice and fucking tight, fuck it until you paint it with your cum," Karina says as you grope and squeeze her massive boobs hard as your cock slides up and down between them like your life depended on it.

"Look at you, you fuck those tits so well," Karina says just as you start to groan. "I can feel it, oh my God, paint me, make me your art," she says as you pop all over her tits, her sticking her tongue out as you cover her chest with your cum.

"I love eating all that cum. I'm a semen demon. I made you drain your balls all over my hot body four times," Karina brags as she grabs her boobs and licks them. "Look how sensitive you are, baby, you came so hard you're shaking" she continues, stroking your cock and rubbing her hands against your still throbbing tip while giving you a big smile.

"Thank you for your load; your cum tastes so good," Karina says as she bobs her head on your cock and lets you fuck her face and tits one last time, sticking her tongue out to lick the tip as you titfuck her.

"What a fucking day; that was an incredible massage," Karina tells you. "Absolutely, and for that I'm going to give you a lifetime pass; you can come back here anytime you want. Every time you need stress relief, call me, and I can give it for free," you say to her.

"Thanks," Karina says as she heads back to the shower, taking long minutes there masturbating and remembering the day she had with you. As she gets back dressed, she kisses you and heads away, you looking at her beautiful body as it disappears on the horizon, hoping your next time with her won't take long to come.

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tgcg · 1 year ago

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an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck #comix #an open fly walking

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tiramissyoucake · 3 months ago

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Escape attempt gone wrong (not clickbait)(my husband gets pissed?!?!)

Viltrumite Mark x fem reader, forced marriage, the whole shabang, I know nothing about Viltrum♡ word vomitted, lame fade to black scene because idk how to end this

You see a few ships zip by your windows on some days, you know they don't need ships, so a lot of them were dormant in landing zones.

"What're you thinking about?" Your husband's hands snaked onto your shoulders as his voice reached your ear, a small smile on his face.

"... nothing, I'm just wondering why you have ships since Viltrumites can fly." You noted, Mark hummed. "... honestly? I can't tell you either, maybe it's for longer journeys or cargo." He kissed your cheek gently. "Why? Planning to take one on a joy ride?"

The idea was tempting. "Don't be ridiculous," you scoffed. "I can't fly those."

Later that night, a formal meeting between a few powerful Viltrumites you didn't care about busied Mark and a majority of your guards have turned in for the night, you were left to your own devices in a big bedroom stockpiled with gifts from every corner of the galaxy.

You tossed and turned, sleeping early didn't help. You were restless, you've been restless since you've been demanded to remain in one building and one building only. It infuriated you, your supposed husband most likely saw you as a reward for decimating a planet and not a living being with autonomy.

You sat up, glancing aside to the empty space next to you. He had some nerve, locking you up then leaving to play emperor like this, anywhere else in the galaxy would be better now.

... 'anywhere else' wasn't impossible.

. . .

"You need to mind your manners," Nolan scolded as Mark left the room the 'conference' was held in. "I know you're doing a good job in power, but that doesn't mean you can disrespect your seniors."

"I don't respect those who don't respect me." Mark spoke, his tone grated through gritted teeth. "All I want to do is get this stupid cape off me and see my wife."

Nolan restrained an eye roll, the human pet. "You're too attached to that human, what do you see in her anyway?"

"Everything. She's kind, interesting, she sees me beyond my strength, it's like..." he let out a sigh, holding back a shiver from showing, the sigh almost sounded lovesick. "It's like she sees right through me to my core, sees me for who I am, not what I am."

Gag. His father ignored the romance ramble. "You'll learn to see her as a tool for the good of the empire."

Mark rolled his eyes, parting ways at a hallway. "I'm going to bed, I neglected her enough." He didn't wait for a 'goodnight' or any last comments from his father as he left.

The grand doors to the bedroom creaked open, nothing changed. Your body under the sheets, gifts untouched and floors clean, he let out a sigh of relief as he threw aside the cape, loosening the collar of his clothes. "Are you awake?" His voice was soft compared to the usual commanding tone. "I missed you, dear.."

He came to his side of the bed. "I've been waiting to—"

Pillows. Not your peaceful sleeping figure. A stack of pillows. Confusion flooded his head as he got up.

"... oh, oh! Haha! very funny, love." He looked around. "You can come out now!" He waited for a beat, eyes glancing around for any movement.

None, nothing, not even a shuffle. Panic tingled at his fingertips, as he tugged the sheets off the bed, rapidly looking under the bed his eyes darted around the room. His heart raced, looking in any and every compartment that you could possibly squeeze into.

The room grew into a mess but he couldn't care less, sweat coated his forehead from the frenzy of pure panic. "You're not here." He finally admitted to himself, his heart pounding.

Silently cursing the meeting in his head, he sped off to collect whoever he can from guards or staff to form a search party, you couldn't have gone far. Humans were weak, vulnerable, he'll find you. He'll find you. He'll find you.

. . .

You held the cloak you found in the back of the closet close to your chest, you didn't know if Viltrumites recognised you but you wouldn't risk it, but your feet hurt as you ran through the unfamiliar structures.

The hallways were empty, the doors were loose. It was a miracle. You got a chance to leave this nightmare of a marriage, you had no clear idea on where you'd be headed, but you heard stories of galaxy nomads and travellers making ends meet and surviving! You're a smart person, you've got common sense. How hard could it be..?

The landing zone. You just needed to get to the landing zone.

A gasp escaped you, you heard a few barks of commands. "Spread out! She couldn't have gone far!"

You needed to get to that landing zone.

Keep low, keep hidden. You repeated that in your head as you ran, you thought you'd never get there or that you may have gotten lost, then the landing zone came into view, you saw a few ships and suddenly, hope seemed within your reach.

The search party seemed too focused on the buildings and structures, you thanked whatever architect decided to put that place outside of populated areas, the shouting dwindled, turning more distant as you got closer.

You tossed the hood off seeing a few Viltrumites guarding a gate, spotting you as you closed in, they grew confused. "Your imperial majesty? What happ—"

"Open the gates!!" For the first time, you commanded them. "Open them, now!!"

They had no choice but to listen, the gates opened and your heart almost pounded out of your chest. The ships lined up and their states were clear, maintenence, maintenence, offline, maintenence, offline, reserved, offline, reserved.

Finally, 'Ready'.

You could hear the shouting return, but you didn't care, the ship took you in so easily and you could see a new life for yourself outside of this miserable planet, now you just need to learn how to get the controls to listen to you.

It was quiet inside the ship, save for the rapid button clicking and switch flicking from you, everything was coming to life in the ship's mechanics, you held onto the yoke of the ship as you saw the landscape shift, it would levitate off the ground soon.

. . .

He saw it in the distance, hovering high over the empire he saw a ship start to levitate, he knew about every ship, item and living being that entered and left Viltrum.

"No. No. Nononono." His body moved, launching him to the landing zone area with his fists clenched ready to tear through metal.

Mark mumbled to himself as he closed the distance quickly, angered at your audacity to try to escape him.

. . .

Freedom was on the horizon, you were out of here, out of this nightmare. Your hands readjusted repeatedly on the yolk as the ship moved.

A booming sound caused you to whip your head to the back of the ship, your heart dropped seeing an indent in the metal.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" You never heard Mark's voice reach that level of volume, the pounding continued. "COME OUT!"

You stood your ground, even as the fear of what he might do if he gets you caused your hands to tremble and your heart to race quickly, you repeatedly tapped a few buttons, didn't this stupid ship have thrusters or whatever?!

An alarm blared, one meant to let a pilot know the ship wouldn't listen, you had a feeling it had to do with more rumbling from below, curse his monstrous strength, you heard a piercing noise, followed by a grating, screeching noise. He was peeling the metal with his bare hands.

"You'd rather DIE in the cold of the galaxy? You despise me to THAT extent?!" He screeched at the top of his lungs, the ship sparking after he destroyed its engine from the outside and it's structure being torn apart.

Your hands rapidly tried to find any button that could reverse or override the damage. "Please," you mumbled as if the ship could hear you. "Please work, please! I can't stay here..!"

"(NAME)!! TURN THIS SHIP OFF!! NOW!!"

His yelling scared you, you gripped a lever and before you knew it, a flury of sparks flew from the control panel, so powerful it almost knocked you out, but the ship being pummeled back to the ground beat the sparks to it, the tilt of the ship causing you to fall out the pilot's chair and hit your head on the way down to the ship's floor.

Your head hurts, your heart hurts, are you going to die on this ship? You didn't want to succumb to the pounding in your head, you were scared you'd wake up chained or worse. A burning sensation collected at the point of impact on your head.

The ship was useless now, Mark made sure of it, the engine being destroyed in an instant, tugging the metal back until there was enough of an opening for him to slip through, he bent his head down to enter the ship. its lights flickering off, he looked up with a piercing glare, a scowl on his lips and eyebrows furrowed, his knuckles were reddened from the sheer force of his strikes against the metal.

It was quiet for a moment as he watched the consciousness slip away from you, his footsteps that approached you quiet compared to the powerful banging of his fists from seconds ago.

"You've got some nerve." He started, a look of anger, sadness, frustration and heartbreak in his eyes. "You think it's that easy, don't you?"

Black spots formed in your vision, your expression was one he couldn't dissect, it pissed him off more, and he knew he'd still take care of that bump on your head after bringing you back home.

It doesn't matter, he'd indulge in his win for now and seethe about the insolence after. And right when he thought you were becoming more obedient too.

"I'm not letting you go." Mark stated to make the situation clear to your fuzzy state of mind, "Not now. Not ever. I'll make sure of it."

#oh noooo dont chase me!!! *trips and falls on purpose* noooooo♡#mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader

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kamospeach · 4 months ago

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plot: richboy!gojo takes his cute girlfriend golfing

content warning: exhibitionism, very nasty, pervy rich boy gojo mix, gojo is the biggest horndog ever, girly girl reader, established relationship, cunniilingus, fingering, missionary, public asf, they get caught, tad second hand embarrassment, cowgirl, dirty talking, breeding, implied blowjob, very nasty

peachy's yap: idk how i came upon this idea but it makes me wiggle my toes.

you weren't exactly sure how you ended up getting your guts rearranged on your boyfriend's golf cart. you do remember being in his bed as his head laid on your stomach. while your fingers lazily ran through his white fluffy hair.

the two of you had been insanely bored for the last three days. you were both back home from college, and your parents had the audacity to go on a trip together, leaving the two of you alone in satoru's gigantic mansion for a whole week.

you weren't overly excited to see each other either, you went to the same school for fucks sake. this summer was a bust, suguru was in italy, shoko was with her girlfriend's family, and you two were... there.

"toruuu," you whined lightly pulling at his hair to get his attention. he groggily lifted his head to look up at you. forcing his eyes open after your fingers lulled him to sleep.

"yeah, baby?" he asked, chin resting on your tummy as he tried to keep his eyes open. he was failing terribly by the way. you had finally come up with an idea, knowing gojo would be all for it.

"remember how you said you wanted to take me golfing?" you asked, and gojo jumped up as if he had never been asleep. he quickly walked off to his closet, grabbing what you assumed was the golfing outfit he bought for you, probably well over a year ago. just as you suspected, he walked out with a pleated skirt and cropped polo.

"i've been waiting for this day for a year now," he laughed to himself, throwing the clothes at you. "i'm about to go get dressed." he giggled, running off to the closet. an hour later, the two of you were on his golf cart off to the private golf course in his very own backyard.

"i can't believe you made me wear this short ass skirt." you huffed arms crossed and gojo had the nerve to just laugh. the skirt was so old you didn’t even fit into it anymore. your ass peaked out but gojo reminded you that the course was private.

"i didn't make you do anything, i just gave you a sense of security." he nodded to himself as if that was the smartest thing he had ever said. you shook your head at his statement, not even bothering to argue with your strong-headed boyfriend.

when gojo had finally taken you to where you would play, he got off the cart. you watched his every move not understanding a damn thing he was telling you. all you did was admire how mouth watering sexy he looked in his richie rich get up. a black short sleeve polo that unironically matched yours, and beige slacks.

this fit was almost more attractive than his workout compression shirt. the way his arms bulged under the cotton mesh as he slipped on his gloves, or how his big muscular thighs were visible through his pants, and the veins in his arms were protruding due to him pulling the gloves on.

"get up, girl, you ain't think you were going to sit there the whole time, did you?" he asked, reaching his hand out for you. you grabbed his hand, stepping down off the golf cart, following shyly behind him. he handed you the club, standing behind you. "hold it here," he instructed.

he was hard and he shamlessly pressed it against your barely clothed ass. you didn't acknowledge it, knowing that it was best to breeze past it. so you let gojo show you where your hands were supposed to be, and you listened. he even helps you get a little power in your swing, the ball flying a solid 10 feet in front of you.

"i did it!" you giggled, turning to look at gojo who blinked in disbelief. and when he saw the seriousness on your face it took everything in him to hold back a laugh. "what? if i didn't do good, show me how it's done."

"alright," he said, grabbing the club from you, walking the short 10 feet to grab the ball. you stood back watching his big swing and the ball fly across the course. your jaw was practically on the floor in shock that he was so good at it. "that's how it's done."

"no fair toru... you're good at like everything," you whined, and gojo scoffed.

"don't do that, y/n, it takes practice." he pecked your lips, helping you get in the cart so you could go to the ball that was all the way in timbuktu. on the ride there, gojo had the bright idea to play strip golf.

the rules were simple, however, many tries it took for you to get it in the hole, was as many pieces of clothing you had to remove. you weren't confident in your abilities, but you were determined. how hard could it be? every other challenge you did with gojo you won.

well... except this one.

it took gojo all of 4 tries to get the ball in, and it took you 27. which resulted in gojo shaving it down to 6 since you didn't have 27 pieces of clothing. so all gojo had to take off were his socks, pants, and shirt. for you, that was your socks, shirt, skirt, bra, and panties.

"toru i'm butt ass naked," you said as gojo basically got a strip show from you. his eyes never left your body for a second. drooling over you like a virgin who had never laid eyes on a woman's bare body.

"and fine as fuck." was all he said grabbing you by your waist so that you were standing between his legs. he kissed along your neck moving his kisses to your lips. the kiss was heated and urgent, gojo was needy and wasn't afraid to admit. "i need you, so bad."

"wait... baby? right here?" you asked, and he nodded, not questioning it or hesitating. he didn't say much, he just picked you up and placed you down on the backseat of the cart. pushing your legs to your chest, giving you a knowing look, but you didn't obey. "t...toru, hold on a second." you said breathlessly making him deadpan.

"hold em," he said, and you sighed, grabbing the back of your legs, holding them up and open. gojo dropped to his knees, not even caring about his knees digging in the mud. his focus was on sending one teasing swipe of his tongue up your slick folds.

he hummed at the taste of your essence on his tongue. he was so sure he could use your slick as honey for his desert. so sweet he needed a glass of milk to wash it dow-

"toru!" you yelled at him for the third time, knocking him out of his trance. once he came back to reality, he dove into his lunch. his tongue lapped at your juices and teased your poor delicate clit.

sucking and spitting and licking and slurping, it was a mess. he even began to finger your tight cunt with not one not two but three fingers. digging his unnaturally long digits to the deepest parts of your pussy being sure to stimulate that spongey spot inside of you.

moans were spewing out your mouth as your hands ran through his damp hair. pulling at the white locks, your eyes to the back of your head as you delve in the pleasure. you were quickly coming upon your climax, and gojo knew it too. and not because you were violently squeezing down on his fingers. no. but because you were chanting it out as gojo finger fucked you with no mercy.

"cumming i'm... m'cumming toru fuck fuck fuck so close." you babbled and he smirked pulling of you puffy clit with a 'pop!' this was his entertainment watching you squirm as you creamed all over his fingers.

"cream on my fingers so i can clean it up for you," he tells you and you do just that as you cum violently. your eyesight is blurry as you see gojo looking down at you with a shit eating grin. he doesn't say anything as he slips out his fingers licking them clean just as he said he would. "so fuckin' perfect," he mumbled pulling your hips closer to him.

he pulled his boxers down, stepping out of them. his angry red cock slapped his navel leaving a string of sticky precum behind. his hand gripped the base of his cock slapping it against your clit. he chuckled watching your body react to him. he wasted no time using his thumb to push his cock head in line with your entrance.

"fuck." he grumbled from the feeling of your tight entrance trapping his tip. he fought the urge to cum right then and there. he pushed himself the rest of the way into you, bottoming out with nothing on his mind except you.

"s...shit toru you're too deep," you whined and he grunted pulling halfway out and slamming back into you. all the wind was knocked out of you as you gasped for air. followed by a moan that could probably be heard back at the mansion.

"so wet, squeezing down on me so tight," he hummed enjoying the feeling. after waiting for you to finally be ready, his hips snapped into yours. his pace was feral and needy as moans and groans flew from his mouth. his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you sloppily, spit spilling out of your mouths. rolling down your cheek and onto the bare skin of your chest.

that was one of the many things you loved about gojo, he was not afraid to moan. which only encouraged you to moan and whimper louder. it wasn't like you had to try very hard with the way he dug in your guts. so here you were, finally remembering how you got in this position. strip golf, never ever again, you thought to yourself.

while gojo was relentlessy fucking into you, his hips stilled. you were about to protest until he held his finger up to his lips. you quickly closed your mouth as well, hearing someone talking.

"today was supposed to be my day off, but mr. gojo asked me to tend the garden today." the person who you figure was the gardener said. gojo leaned down, covering your body with his.

"same, he asked me to clean the pool." the pool cleaner added. there was a line of trees next to the two of you, and it sounded as if they were behind them.

"my ass is out." gojo whispered in your ear with a light chuckled. you swatted his arm, light telling him to hush, but that only got him started. the motions were small, but you felt the way his hips ground into yours. the way his pelvis stimulated your clit and his dick pulsed in you.

"i guess we better get back to the mansion," another worker said, and you whimpered from the feeling. it didn't seem like they were really planning on going back. but eventually the footsteps got further away and you both loosened up. he quickly picked you up and sat on he seat instead.

"ride me... please?" he practically begged, looking up in your eyes. his bright blue eyes burning a hole into your face above his shades. you nodded shyly, always getting bashful when it was your time to be on top.

you wasted no time riding him slowly, teasing him with your deathly slow pace. his large hands gripped the fatty flesh of your ass holding on for dear life. his head was thrown back, jaw clenched as you squeezed down.

"you're driving me crazy," he grumbled lifting you and fucking up into you like crazy. your hands grabbed his forearm, begging him to slow down. "you gonna stop teasing me now?"

"m'sorry i'll stop i will," you whine and he eased up letting you take control. with your feet planted on the side of him, you began to ride him this time faster. the disgustingly loud 'plap, plap, plap' of your skin slapping was turning you both on. pushing you closer and closer to finishing.

you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. the way he licked his lips and bit his lower one to muffle his groans. it just made you desperate to press your lips and steal a kiss from him. but gojo was two steps ahead of you, noticing the way your sight was trained on his lips.

he leaned up, forcing his tongue down your throat. the two of you kissing sloppily swapping spit as your bodies were conjoined. one of his hands left your ass to reach between the two of you. using two fingers to rub your clit sending your body immediately into overdrive.

"close," you mumbled against his lips to which he simply mumbled 'mhm' against your lips. it didn't take much his pulling away from your lips to whisper a gruff 'cum'. even if he hadn't said that you were bound to cum right there and then. "fuckkk...!" you yelled your cream coating his cock and collecting around the base.

"m'right behind you baby shit i'm cumming." he groaned loudly as he shot his warm loud inside you. filling you up completely, not even bothering to pull out. he thrusted up into you a few more times being sure to stuff him cum all the way into your womb.

"you were right toru... the thrill of getting caught makes you cum harder." you huffed and gojo nodded.

"i told you years ago." gojo smirked, kissing your forehead, leaning back as you climbed off his lap. "you'll clean me off, won't you?" he asked, giving you those sickeningly effective puppy eyes. you didn't verbally comply, but he knew when you got on your knees, assuming the position. just like gojo earlier, not caring if mud would get on your knees.

"are we sick?" the poolboy asked the gardener who shook her head his fingers stuffed in her mouth. "fucking to our boss's son and his girlfriends moans."

sidenote:

gojo’s hair was damp from thinking he was in high school musical 2, playing with the water and sprinklers, trying to make you laugh.

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