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Noah x OC - Ag-47Okami

Title: Connection in the Shadows

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Noah’s world felt cold, muted, in a vast network of unending data and codes that stretched in different directions. Ever since his body died, he had been alone, with no one to talk to, be friends with. He was just alone. He sat in the corner of the internet, hugging his knees.

Noah have been trapped in the digital world for what felt like an eternity. He drifted through cyberspace as the people and his father finds him a new body. It felt like an eternity since he last had some human interactions. At first he fought i, trying to break free, but he’d soon realized that this was his new reality.

The only thing that he had going for him now were the fleeting memoris of his past life—the days spent laughing, planning, and playing games. Now, he was nothing more then a shadow on the internet side, a way to keep him alive. No one knew he was there, even when he tried to talk to them.

He was nothing more than a shadow in the vast network, a presence unknown to the world besides himself and his father. But one night, the silence in his digital world broke.

Through the countless codes of data, Noah sensed a familiar pink, that meant someone logged into the chat server. He quickly went to the coding, his curiosity had piqued, he followed the connection. He looked at the user’s name that popped up.

Ag47okami.

He knew it was futile, but he tried it anyway. He wanted to talk with someone so bad, to create a connection that he no longer had outside of this digital world.

Noah: Hello, my name is Noah. Noah Kaiba. What’s your name?

Ag47okami: Oh, hello, my name is Grace. It’s nice to meet you…

Noah was surprised that she responded to him, since everyone always ignored him. He couldn’t help but smile brightly.

Noah: It’s nice to meet you, too, Grace! What brings you here?

Ag47okami: I usually come here to unwind after a long day. I love playing games, chatting wiht friends, even talking with Ai bots if I get too bored. How about you?

Noah: I used to love playing games too, I guess you could say I’m stuck here now, it’s lonely.

Ag47okami: Stuck? Well, I guess you are like an AI bot…

Noah: What? No, I am not an AI bot… I am a real person.

Ag47okami: Really? Then, how are you stuck?

Noah hsistated because he wasn’t sure how he could explain his existence without sounding insane. It was bad eeough she thought he as ai bot.

Noah: Well… I’m… I’m not here like you are. I mean, I don’t have a body anymore. I died, but I’m still alive. I am a voice within the digital world. Not an artificial intelligence.

There was a long pause on her end, and Noah assumed he scared her off or she didn’t believe him. His heart broke, assuming he was left alone again.

Ag47okami: That sounds hard. I can’t imagine what that must feel like.

Noah: You believe me?

Ag47okami: Yeah, I mean the chatroom is at 1 person, and that’s me. And this isn’t an AI website. So, I sorta don’t have a reason not to believe you.

Noah sighed softly, relief filled him.

Noah: Thank you for believing me, most people ignore me. I am just a shadow now, trying to keep my memories alive. I am so lonely, and it’s like the world has forgotten I existed.

Ag47okami: Well, you don’t have to be alone anymore. I promise to always visit, we can talk, and I can be your friend.

Noah felt his heart swell at her words. A friend. After so long, he forgot what it was like to connect with someone since everyone forgot about him,

Noah: I would love that. Please.

Ag47okami: Great! So, tell me about your favorite game. I want to know what you liked before… everything.

For hours, you chatted with Noah. He recounted tales of his childhood interests, his love for strategy games, and the elaborate stories he used to create. You gave him your full attention, hanging onto every word as he painted intricate worlds with his descriptions. You could sense the joy in his words, the way he missed the thrill of competition, and the sound of laughter. Even though he couldn’t physically hear you, he seemed to pick up on your enthusiasm through the way you typed.

Ag47okami: Wow, that sounds amazing! I wish I could have met you before…well, you know.

Noah: It was incredible, I miss the feeling of being part of team, working together with friends.

Noah felt a pang of longing in his digital heart. The isolation of his existence reminded him of what he had lost.

Ag47okami: I get that. It’s tough sometimes to find that kind of connection in real life.

Noah: Yeah, I am. I can’t remember the last time I felt connected to someone.

Ag47okami: Well, now you have me! I’ll always be here to listen.

Noah: Do you promise to visit me more often? You really will come back here? To me? I know we just met today, but I have been lonely for so long.

Ag47okami: I promise, Noah. I will come back. I will try and back every day if I can.

Noah’s heart races with anticipation as he begins to brainstorm ideas for your shared virtual world. He envisions vibrant landscapes filled with lush forests, bustling towns, and echoes of laughter. Walking you through the steps to access his creation, he sends you a link, his excitement palpable.

Rows upon rows of code fill your computer screen at an astonishing speed as you click the link. The screen glows brightly, immersing you in the process. You slip on the VR gear, and suddenly, you feel yourself being pulled into his digital world.

As the light fades, you find yourself standing in the virtual realm, and the sight takes your breath away. Noah holds his breath, watching you materialize, and when his gaze falls on you, his cheeks flush. He smiles at you, and for a moment, you can’t believe how real this feels.

“You’re here!” Noah exclaims, his voice full of joy. He rushes over, wrapping his arms around you. You’ve talked for so long, and his hug feels surprisingly natural, almost as though he has a real body. You hug him tightly in return, marveling at the sensation—it feels as if you’re holding a living person.

Your avatar turns, taking in the stunning scenery around you. Everything feels alive: the colors, the movement, the energy. “This is amazing,” you say, awe coloring your voice. “It feels so real. Everything feels so real.”

Noah watches you with a soft smile, pride radiating from him as your eyes light up. You explore the vibrant landscape he created just for you. The colorful trees sway gently in the digital breeze, their emerald leaves shimmering. He had never made something like this before—it wouldn’t have eased his loneliness on its own. But now, he has you. This world, alive with possibility, is a gift he’s poured himself into.

As you turn back to him, cheeks flushed with excitement, Noah’s heart pounds. He feels something stir within him—a fluttering in his chest he hasn’t experienced before. He recognizes it as a crush, innocent and new, something he never thought he’d feel again. You’re the first person to truly see him, and he wants this moment to last forever.

“Can you show me more?” you ask eagerly, your voice brimming with enthusiasm. “I want to see everything!”

“Of course!” he replies, his smile widening. “Follow me!”

Noah takes your hand, and a thrill rushes through you both as if an electric current has passed between you. Together, you run through lush green fields, the scenery shifting as you go. Flowers in every imaginable color bloom around you, butterflies flit through the air, and streams of crystal-clear water catch the sunlight.

“This is incredible,” you say, looking at him in amazement. “Why didn’t you create this place for yourself?”

Noah hesitates, then admits softly, “I had no one to share it with…”

Your eyes soften at his words. On an impulse, you lean in and kiss his cheek shyly, offering a warm smile before turning to touch the wildflowers swaying in the breeze.

Noah laughs, your childlike wonder lifting his spirits. Seeing you here brings a kind of life to his world that he hadn’t thought possible. “Just wait until you see the waterfall!” he says, leading you deeper into the heart of his creation.

When you reach the waterfall, the sound of rushing water fills the air. Sunlight dances through the cascading streams, creating a magical atmosphere. Standing at the edge, you marvel at the beauty of it all.

“Wow, Noah, this is beautiful,” you say, your eyes wide with wonder. Turning to him, you smile, your joy infectious. “You created something special here.”

“Thanks, Grace,” he says softly, unable to look away from you. “Grace?”

“Yeah?” you ask, meeting his gaze.

He hesitates for a moment, then strokes your avatar’s hair gently. “My father is searching for a way to find me a real body… If he succeeds and I can leave this place, would you consider meeting me in person?”

“Of course! What kind of question is that?” you reply brightly, your smile making his heart race. He looks away, overwhelmed by his emotions.

“I honestly forgot how it felt to not be lonely, Grace,” he admits quietly. “That’s thanks to you. If you were to suddenly disappear… it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Your cheeks flush slightly at his words, and he notices the warmth spreading across your face. The moment feels charged with unspoken emotion, and you look at him with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Hey, can I try something?” you ask suddenly, your voice filled with mischief. “I want to see if I can make a splash!”

Before Noah can respond, you leap into the water below, sending droplets shimmering into the air. Your laughter rings out, and Noah can’t help but laugh with you, the sheer joy of the moment spreading between you.

“Grace! You’ll get wet and sick!” he calls out, forgetting for a moment that this world isn’t real.

“Hehe, I won’t get sick, and my physical body won’t get wet either,” you remind him, grinning. “Now, come join me!”

Noah hesitates before jumping in after you, creating a splash of his own. As the two of you swim and play, laughter fills the air. In that moment, Noah feels a weight lift from his shoulders. For the first time, he doesn’t feel like just a shadow—he feels like someone who matters.

“Okay, okay! No more splashing!” Noah gasps, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I can’t handle it!”

You giggle, your laughter like music to his ears. “You started it!”

Floating side by side in the water, the sunlight shining down on you, Noah can’t help but steal glances at you. Your face is illuminated by the soft glow of the digital sun, and your laughter echoes in his mind like a melody. Hours pass as the virtual sun begins to set, and the two of you lie on the grass, holding hands and looking up at the sky.

“Grace?” Noah says softly.

“Yeah?” you reply, turning to him.

“I… I know we just met in this world, but… You mean a lot to me. I’m happy we became friends and that you decided to stay.”

You smile sweetly at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Noah hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist in return.

“You mean a lot to me, too, Noah,” you say warmly. “I’m glad I stayed. I won’t ever leave you, I promise.”

Your innocent kiss on his cheek makes his cheeks flush and his heart flutter. The sensation is foreign yet thrilling. Noah takes in your smile, wanting to engrave it in his memory for the times when you aren’t with him.

As the virtual stars begin to dot the night sky, the two of you sit quietly, enjoying the serene moment. When it’s time for you to leave, you promise to return. Noah watches as you log out, a small smile still on his face. He feels lighter, knowing he has something to look forward to. For the first time in forever, he feels truly alive.

It was such a sweet scene, and you couldn’t help but feel the urge to confess your thoughts to Grace.

“Grace?” you ask, your voice soft, hesitant.

“Yeah?” she replies, her gaze meeting yours.

“I… I know we just met in this world, but… You mean a lot to me. I’m happy that we became friends and that you decided to stay.”

Grace looks up at you, her face lighting up with a sweet smile. She wraps her arms around you tightly, and you instinctively wrap your arms around her waist, holding her gently.

“You mean a lot to me, too. I’m glad I stayed. I won’t ever leave you, I promise,” Grace says, her voice filled with warmth. You nod, your heart swelling at her words. Then she presses a soft, innocent kiss to your cheek, and you feel your cheeks grow warm, your heart fluttering in your chest. The sensation is foreign yet thrilling. Even when you were alive, no one your age had ever kissed your cheek before—only your mother, and that felt entirely different.

You take in Grace’s smile, committing it to memory, knowing that when it’s time for her to leave, you’ll hold onto this moment tightly.

The two of you stand there in the virtual world, where the trees sway gently and the soft glow of virtual stars paints the night sky. It’s quiet but so comfortable, and you tug Grace closer so she’s right next to you, letting yourself savor the closeness.

“Noah, I have to get home. But I promise to visit again,” Grace says after a while.

“I know,” you reply, trying to keep your voice light despite the pang of sadness. “I’m gonna miss you. It gets lonely when you leave.”

“I’m sorry,” Grace says softly, her voice tinged with guilt. You shake your head with a small, reassuring smile.

“Don’t be. It just means I have something to look forward to. Maybe by the time you come back, I’ll have built even more onto this virtual world to make it better.”

The two of you stand up, sharing one final hug. Grace closes her eyes, and with a soft glow, she signs out of the virtual world. You stand there for a moment, staring at the spot where she was, before turning to take in the stars above. A small smile lingers on your face as you feel the warmth of her presence lingering.

On the other side, Grace stares at her computer, her wide smile mirroring yours. She can’t help but feel excitement building as she looks forward to seeing you again.

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angelsdevils · 1 month ago

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Curiosity

I am curious, I have quite a few followers on here.

What fandom brought you to me? Better yet, if you remember which story. I would love to hear it!

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Joseph x OC - Ag-47Okami

Title: Eternal Reunion

Warning: Sexual Content, vaginal sex, oral sex (f/m), use of sex toys, overstimulation, creampie / breeding, power play (soft domination), praise kink, possessiveness/slight obsession

Title: Eternal Reunion

You were cleaning the kitchen, humming a soft tune to yourself. Your thoughts were filled with Joseph and the time you had spent with him before he decided to go traveling, as he often did to expand his research and experiments. Lost in your thoughts, you almost missed the small blue jay that dropped a letter onto your windowsill.

The bird’s sudden appearance startled you, causing you to drop the dish you were drying. It shattered on the floor, the sharp sound echoing through the empty house. With trembling hands, you reached for the letter, your heart pounding.

The letter had an elegant wax seal holding it together, as if protecting a secret the world shouldn’t know. You recognized the wax seal design immediately—it was Joseph’s. Your breath caught for a few moments before you opened the window. A faint scent of lavender and rainwater wafted through, signaling that your garden was in full bloom. Slowly, you opened the letter.

Joseph.

Your hands trembled with excitement as you carefully broke the seal, not wanting to damage the delicate paper or its intricate design. Inside, you immediately recognized his handwriting—each letter deliberate and warm.

Grace,

I have thought of you often, and I long to see you again. Time has a way of slipping away from us, and I am reminded of what I left behind for my travels. Meet me at the Hyatt Regency this evening. I have reserved the suite on the top floor. You will know where to find me. I can’t wait to see you.

Joseph

You read the letter twice, then a third time, your heart racing with every word. Memories of your time together flooded your mind—his soothing voice, his fleeting smiles that seemed meant only for you, the way his cool touch calmed you in times of turmoil.

It had been some time since you last saw each other. A few months without his letters, visits, or reassurances that you were important in a world that often made you feel insignificant. And yet, here he was, reaching out to you.

As the evening approached, you dressed carefully, choosing a soft, flowing dress in deep blue that you knew he would admire. You brushed your hair, letting it fall naturally over your shoulders, before dabbing a hint of lavender perfume on your wrists. The final result was simple yet elegant, perfectly reflecting the emotions bubbling inside you.

The Hyatt Regency loomed in front of you as you stepped out of your carriage, its grand facade glowing in the sunset. You took a deep breath before entering, your heels clicking softly on the marble floor. A concierge greeted you politely.

“Miss Grace?” the concierge asked in a gentle voice. “Mr. Joseph is expecting you. Please follow me.”

You nodded, your heels clicking against the marble floors as you followed him through the opulent halls. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the sound of your quiet footsteps echoing off the walls. Your heart raced in time with each step, each one bringing you closer to the grand staircase that led to him. Finally, you reached a door at the end of a long corridor, its intricate carvings bathed in warm light from golden sconces.

As you approached, the concierge’s voice faded into the background, leaving you alone in the stillness of the hallway. Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out your dress and steadied your nerves before softly knocking on the door. Almost instantly, it opened to reveal his familiar face.

Joseph stood before you, his presence radiating magnetic charm as always. His hair fell around his face, still wet, probably from his shower, and his sharp eyes softened at the sight of you.

He looked just as you remembered—timeless, serene, and entirely captivating.

“Grace,” he said, your name a tender melody on his lips. “You’re here.”

A warm smile spread across your face, genuine and full of affection. “Of course I’m here,” you replied softly. “How could I not be?”

He stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter. The suite was exquisite, every detail thoughtfully chosen to create an intimate and luxurious atmosphere. Plush furniture filled the room, illuminated by flickering candles that cast a golden glow around them. The air carried a faint scent of vanilla, mingling with the lavender perfume you wore.

Joseph closed the door behind you with deliberate grace, his attention fully on you. “You look lovely,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that made your cheeks flush.

“And you look just the same,” you teased, unable to resist poking fun at his unwavering perfection. “Not a single hair out of place. Do you ever change?”

“Not when it comes to you,” he replied quietly, his eyes holding yours with unwavering intensity.

You felt your breath catch, your heart skipping a beat. “I’ve missed you,” you admitted, the words soft but sincere.

Joseph’s gaze darkened slightly, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. “And I’ve missed you, more than I can say. Every day, you were in my thoughts.”

The two of you moved to the plush sofa, your movements instinctively close yet unhurried. Joseph poured you both glasses of wine, the dark ruby liquid shining in the candlelight. You took a slow sip, savoring both the taste and the company of the man beside you.

“How have you been?” Joseph asked, his voice low and steady as you both settled into comfortable conversation.

“I’ve been well,” you replied, setting your glass down on the intricately designed coffee table. Leaning back into the plush cushions of the couch, you took in the peaceful ambiance of the room. Yet, even amidst its beauty, it felt incomplete without him there.

“The house is quiet without you, though,” you added with a small smile. “I’ve been keeping busy in the garden—it’s blooming beautifully this year.”

“I always loved your garden,” Joseph said, his voice tinged with nostalgia, his eyes softening as they met yours.

“It’s the only place I’ve ever felt truly at peace,” Joseph admitted, his voice low and sincere.

Your gaze softened as you studied him, taking in every detail of his rugged features and warm blue eyes. “And you?” you asked gently. “Did you find what you were looking for on your travels?”

He hesitated, his mind drifting back to the faraway lands he had explored. After a moment, his gaze returned to yours, his expression steady. “I found many things,” he said at last. “But none of them compared to being here, with you.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart skip a beat. Without thinking, you reached out and placed your hand over his on the armrest. “You don’t have to explain, Joseph,” you said softly. “I’ve always known how important your work is. I would never ask you to give it up.”

His hand turned beneath yours, and your fingers intertwined naturally. “You’re too understanding,” he murmured, his tone laced with both gratitude and admiration. “Far more than I deserve.”

A comfortable silence settled between you as you basked in each other’s presence. The air was thick with unspoken emotions and memories shared between two lifelong companions.

Slowly, Joseph reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with gentle fingers. The touch was so familiar and comforting that it brought tears to your eyes.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered, his voice trembling ever so slightly. “You always have been.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned closer, your foreheads touching in a tender gesture. The light scent of rain and lavender enveloped you, grounding you in the present moment.

When his lips finally met yours, it was as if time itself had steadied. The kiss started softly, a gentle reunion of two souls who had long been apart. But with every passing moment, it deepened, your unspoken longing and love pouring into the space between you. Joseph’s hands cradled your face, his touch cool and steady, while your fingers found their way to his hair, pulling him closer.

You broke apart briefly, your breaths mingling and eyes locked in an unspoken understanding. Joseph’s gaze searched yours, his expression both vulnerable and filled with quiet intensity. “Are you certain?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

You smiled, your heart full and overflowing with love for the man before you. “I’ve never been more certain.”

Your connection deepened even further as you lost yourselves in each other’s touch. Every movement was deliberate and filled with reverence as you explored each other with tenderness and passion. Joseph’s hands were gentle yet possessive, mapping the curve of your back as if committing you to memory. And you responded kindly, your lips and hands exploring him with equal tenderness and devotion. The outside world faded away as you let go of all inhibitions and surrendered to the overwhelming love that bound you together.

The outside world ceased to exist as your bodies melted together, time becoming nothing more than a distant memory. The warmth of your intimacy cocooned you in a bubble of comfort and swept away any worries of the future.

As you lay intertwined on the sofa, your breathing the only sound in the room, you felt a sense of peace unlike anything you had experienced in years. Joseph’s fingers danced across your skin; his usually stoic expression now softened by your connection.

“I’ve lived for centuries,” he spoke quietly, his words carrying the weight of his age. “But I have never felt more alive than when I am with you.”

You prop yourself up on one elbow, your hand gently resting against his chest. “Then stay,” you plead, your voice full of sincerity. “Stay with me, Joseph.”

He smiles, his gaze filled with a rare warmth. “You make it sound so simple.”

“Maybe it is,” you counter, your tone light but genuine. “You have always been welcome here, with me.”

You talk well into the night, sharing stories of your time apart and dreams for the future. You tell him about the garden you had tended to while thinking of him, and Joseph listens intently, never letting go of your hand.

When sleep finally overtakes you, you’re wrapped in each other’s arms, the pain of your separation momentarily forgotten.

The first rays of sunlight creep through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. You stir awake to find Joseph already sitting by the window.

“You’re lost in thought again,” you tease softly, your voice still heavy with sleep.

Joseph turns to you, a faint but genuine smile on his face. “Always.”

You rise from the bed and cross the room, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “Stay,” you whisper against his shoulder.

He reaches up to cover your hands with his own. “For as long as I can,” he promises.

And in that moment, it is enough. Your love and the promise of your future together fill the room, banishing any doubts or fears.

You close your eyes, savoring the warmth of Joseph’s body against yours. You inhale deeply, committing his scent to memory—a blend of cedar and something ancient, otherworldly.

“What are you thinking about?” you murmur, your lips brushing against his skin.

Joseph is quiet for a moment; his thumb traces circles on the back of your hand. “The passage of time,” he finally replies, his voice low and contemplative. “How it moves so differently for me compared to you.”

You feel a familiar ache in your chest at his words. You know your time together is precious, fleeting in the grand scheme of Joseph’s immortal existence. But you push the thought away, determined to focus on the present.

“Then let’s make the most of it,” you say, gently turning him to face you. “Show me your world, Joseph. The places you’ve been, the wonders you’ve seen.”

His eyes light up with a mixture of surprise and excitement. “You would want that?”

“Of course,” you smile, cupping his face in your hands. “I want to know every part of you, even the parts that existed long before I was born.”

Joseph leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. “It could be dangerous,” he warns, but there’s a hint of anticipation in his voice.

“I’m not afraid,” you assure him. “Not when I’m with you.”

He nods, a decision made. “Then we’ll leave tonight,” he says, his voice filled with newfound energy. “I’ll show you wonders beyond your imagination, my love.”

You smile, and Joseph leans down, placing his lips on yours. You return the kiss happily, sighing softly. You feel his hands slip under your white dress, the heat building in the pit of your stomach.

“Joseph...”

“Shh, let’s just take our time,” he mumbles quietly. He pulls his hand away, and you huff slightly, but he grins as he begins to undress, his movements deliberate. You follow suit, your breath quickening in anticipation.

“Touch yourself, and keep your legs open so I can see,” Joseph said.

You nodded your head, and slid your hand down your body, rubbing your clit slowly, lazily. Joseph sat there and watched, stroking his cock. Your breath hitched in your throat as you followed Joseph’s request. Soft and quiet moans escaped your lips as you watched him. Your eyes locked with his intense blue eyes, watching the desire and longing build in them.

Joseph’s hand matched your movements, his touch igniting a storm of sensations under your skin. The way his voice hitched when he spoke each word sent shivers down your spine.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,’ he murmured, his words melting into the air between the two of you. “I want to remember this moment forever.”

With a soft moan, you arched your back and felt the familiar heat begin to spread through your body. You could feel every inch of your skin tingle with the anticipation as you craved Joseph’s touch like oxygen. He sat beside you on the bed, still stroking his cock. He leaned over to kiss you gently. You reached over to his cock and began to pum him in time with his strokes.

Breaking the kiss, Joseph’s lips trailed down to your breasts, causing you to let another soft moan out. His arousal was evident as he groaned softly, and he desired nothing more than to be inside you.

“I want inside me, Joseph, please,” you pleaded, but he broke away from your breast with a mischievous smile.

“Not yet,” he said before reaching for the nightstand in your hotel room. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he grabbed a vibrating womanizer. He traced it gently teasingly along your thighs before placing it against your clit, and turned it on low vibrations.

You couldn’t help but gasp at the unexpected sensations, your hand stilling it’s movements on his cock as you leaned your head backa gainst the pillows. “Oh god,” you moaned softly as he slowly turned up the intensity of the vibrations, causing you to arch your back and squirm with pleasure.

He went back to your nipples, taking the peak into his mouth. Joseph gave it a gentle tug with his teeth, eliciting another whimper from your lips. You couldn’t help but whither beneath him. You couldn’t help but grip the sheets tightly as he teased and aroused you beyond anything you ever experienced before.

The combination of sensations was overwhelming – Joseph’s mouth on your breast, the vibrating womanizer against your most sensitive spot, and the building tension deep in your core. You felt yourself climbing higher and higher, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“Joseph, please,” you gasped, your voice ragged with need. “I am so close.”

He lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed at your flushed face. Without a word, he increased the vibartions once more, pressing the womanizer more firmly against your clit. At the same time, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them tos stroke the perfect spot within you.

You cried out, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your entire body trembled as the orgasm swept through you, leaving you breathless. He pulled the womanizer off of and you shakily tugged him closer, wanting to taste him.

“Open up, Grace,” Joseph said. he was panting, needing to feel your mouth around him. You lie on your back, parting your lips. He hovered over your head, and slowly slid his cock through your parted lips, and sliding down your throat. He groaned, leaning his head back.

He choked on a moan as he lazily fucked your mouth. He didn’t go too fast, not wanting to trigger your gag reflex since you were on your back and not knees this time around. You were in one of the more vulnerable positions because you trusted him not to hurt you.

He held your head up, his fingers laced in your hair for leverage, as he thrust slowly. You swallowed around him, moaning, right before Joseph decided to cum, he pulled out before he could.

“Why did you stop?” You asked, but Joseph spread your legs wider.

“I need you, now.” In an instant, he was inside you. His body covered yours as their lips met in a passionate kiss. He entered you slowly, savoring every sensation your body gave him as he moved deep inside you.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer and losing yourself in the overwhelming pleasure of the connection that the two of you shared.

“You feel incredible,” he murmured against your lips before burying his face into your neck. He began to pick up the pace, groaning. Moans ripped out of you as he started to speed up his thrusts, lacing both hands with yours. He pinned them above your head, hips snapping back and forth, and groans left his lips.

“You feel so good Princess, fuck,” he grunted.

“J-Joseph~ more please…” You started to beg, and he slammed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans. He removed his hands from yours and gripped your waist tightly, before slamming his hips into you without mercy.

“Fuck, so good~ shit cum with me princess,” Joseph moaned softly.

“Cumming~!” You screamed out as an earth-shattering orgasm took over your body.

Joseph cursed under his breath, not bothering to pull out. He pushed inside of you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. He came inside, filling you to the brim.

You whimpered at the feeling of being so full of his cock and cum. He stayed like that for only a few moments, enough time to give you multiple kisses and whisper praises in your ear. He then pulled out slowly, his hands trailing up your thighs, to push the cum deep insied you. Joseph leaned down, kissing you gently, stroking your cheek after pulling his fingers out.

Joseph smiled against your lips, his thumb gently stroking the curve of your cheek. His warmth was intoxicating, a balm for every ache you’d carried over the years. He held you as if you were the axis around which his world turned, and perhaps you were. His hand trailed absently along your arm, his touch grounding, yet full of unspoken need.

“You’re my light, Grace,” he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion. “Every time I think I can’t keep going, I think of you. I think of how you believe in me, even when I don’t believe in myself.”

You shifted to meet his gaze, your fingers brushing through his tousled hair. Those deep brown eyes of his were so earnest, so full of everything he struggled to articulate. “You don’t give yourself enough credit,” you replied softly. “You’ve been through so much, but you’re still here. That’s a strength, Joseph. You’re stronger than you know.”

His lips curled into a faint smile, but his eyes betrayed the conflict within. He exhaled slowly, his grip tightening around you as if he feared you might vanish. “I just don’t want to fail you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “You deserve so much more than... this.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his words. It wasn’t the first time he’d said something like this, but it struck you just as deeply every time. “Joseph, listen to me,” you said, your tone firm yet gentle. “I don’t need more. I don’t need perfect. I need you. I chose you because I see the man you are, not the man you think you should be.”

His brows furrowed slightly, and you could see him grappling with your words. He wanted to believe you, but the weight of his insecurities made it difficult. You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “We’re in this together,” you continued. “No matter what happens, no matter how hard things get, we’ll face it as a team. You’re not alone, Joseph. You’ll never be alone as long as I’m here.”

The tension in his expression softened, and a flicker of hope sparked in his eyes. He leaned into your touch, his forehead resting against yours. “You make me want to be better,” he confessed, his voice breaking slightly. “For you. For us.”

“And you are better,” you assured him. “Every day, you’re better. But you don’t have to carry everything on your own. Let me be there for you the way you’ve been there for me.”

He nodded slowly, his arms wrapping around you once more. The two of you stayed like that for a while, the silence between you filled with unspoken promises and the steady rhythm of your breathing. It was moments like these that reminded you why you’d fought so hard to keep this relationship alive, even when the odds seemed stacked against you.

He laid beside you, pulling you in his arms. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek, body to body, you both enveloped in each other’s warmth.

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Joseph x OC - Ag-47Okami

Title: The Weight of Immortality

Warning: explicit sexual content, emotional vulnerability, oral sex (f/m), soft dom/sub dynamics, immortality angst, mental health themes (loneliness, abandonment), fear of death/loss, light possessiveness,

Tonight feels colder than usual. It’s the kind of cold that clings to your bones, sinking deeper beneath your skin and muscles as if it has a mind of its own. No blanket can keep you warm. The wind howls through the barren trees outside, rattling the window panes of the small cottage. You can hear it from inside as you sit by the fire, your eyes heavy from the long day.

You glance at the empty chair beside you, where Joseph would normally sit. But this time, his absence lingers in the room like a shadow, making you nervous. He had left hours ago, silently, as he always does, but something about his demeanor was different. It saddens you to think he feels he can’t talk to you. You have a feeling you know what’s bothering him, but you’re not completely sure.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, the healer in you instinctively reaches out, wanting to soothe whatever hurt plagues your mind. You want him to know that you’ll always be there for him, no matter what. But deep down, you know the truth: your presence is only temporary. You aren’t immortal like Joseph. That is what haunts him most—the inevitability of having to say goodbye to you one day.

You stand and move to the window, peering into the darkness, refusing to sleep alone. Leaning against the wall, you pull your small cardigan tighter around you.

You know, Joseph isn’t just struggling with the curse of immortality but also with his past. The memories of lives he’s touched and lost weigh on him, an endless cycle of pain and solitude that he cannot escape.

Tick. Tok. Tick. Tok. The clock ticks relentlessly, counting the minutes in the silence of the house. The fire crackles, but even in its warmth, the chill in your chest remains. Your heart races with unease. You want to leave the house to find Joseph, but you know he doesn’t want you venturing out after dark. Still, the worry gnaws at you.

Your thoughts are interrupted when the door creaks open.

Joseph steps inside, his movements slow and deliberate. His familiar presence warms the room, and you relax, a smile spreading across your face. But his normally sharp eyes are distant, haunted, as though he’s someone else entirely.

“Why are you still awake?” Joseph asks, his voice low. You cross the room to him, your hands gentle as you reach for his scarf, removing it carefully.

“I was waiting for you to come home. I wanted to sleep with you, not alone,” you whisper. You step forward to wrap your arms around him, but he flinches as your arms encircle him.

For a moment, he doesn’t move, standing there stiffly as if he doesn’t deserve your affection. But you don’t let him go. His long, white hair casts shadows under his haunted eyes, making his weariness all the more apparent.

“You need your rest; you shouldn’t have waited up for me...” he says softly, but you ignore his protest. Gently, you remove his jacket, hanging it up alongside his scarf.

“Joseph,” you say, your voice firm but caring.

“I’m fine,” he murmurs, but the tremor in his voice betrays him.

Your frown deepens as you cup his face, forcing him to look at you. You step closer, your touch soft and grounding.

“You aren’t okay, Joseph. I can tell. You don’t have to lie to me. I’m here for you—let me comfort you, let me love you,” you plead, your voice steady yet full of warmth.

Joseph turns his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours. You can see the fear etched into his features, fear that he might break you like he had so many others in the past who were as fragile as you. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come. Centuries of pain, loss, and loneliness trap him, the weight of his immortality pressing down on him. He isn’t lonely anymore—he has you—but the thought that it’s only temporary terrifies him.

You take his hand and lead him to your shared bedroom, sitting him down on the couch. Pulling him into your embrace, you hold him tightly, as though trying to mend all of his broken pieces. Your fingers tangle into his hair, and your other arm wraps around his body. You feel him shivering, a stark contrast to his usual warmth, and it worries you. Normally, the power of alchemy keeps him warm.

As the two of you sit there, you feel the tension in his body. He’s stiff, but he doesn’t pull away, which gives you hope. You shift slightly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“You’re always so quick to run instead of talking to me,” you say softly. “You aren’t alone, Joseph. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here for you. I love you.”

He looks at you, an unreadable emotion passing through his eyes. He inhales sharply, the truth of your words sinking in. He knows you’re right—he isn’t alone anymore.

“I know,” he admits, his voice quiet. “I’ve always been alone for centuries. Now I have you, and I don’t know how to open up about things. I fear one day you’ll leave me. If not by walking away, then by fading away... and I’ll still be here.”

His voice trails off as his hands grip his pant leg tightly. You tilt his chin up gently, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“Joseph, I will never leave you,” you assure him.

“You say that now,” he replies, his voice laced with pain. “But you don’t understand. I’ve lived far too long. Everyone I’ve cared about... they fade away. They die, and I remain.”

His voice cracks, and your heart aches for him. Your eyes soften even more as you lean closer.

“I know,” you say quietly. “But if it came down to it—if you couldn’t turn mortal—I would let you find a way to make me immortal.”

“You... would do that? You would lose your mortality for me?” The vulnerability in his voice is rare, unheard of. It stirs something deep within you—a desire to protect him from everything he cannot escape, including his immortality.

“Yes, I would do anything for you,” you say, your voice steady and filled with certainty, leaving no room for doubt. Joseph bites his lip, leaning toward you. Despite the part of him that wants to push you away, he leans in. He needs your warmth, your care, your love. And he has it—he just has to remember that.

“Grace, I—” he begins, but he stops himself. The words he wants to say remain trapped in his heart, unable to find their way out.

You place your hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your fingertips. “You don’t have to say anything, Joseph. You don’t need to have all the answers right now. Just know that I’m here for you. Forever and always, as long as my heart beats in my chest.”

Joseph looks down at your hand. Your touch grounds him. For so long, he has been alone, carrying the weight of his curse and believing himself to be a burden too much for anyone to bear. But now, with you by his side, he doesn’t know what to do with the relief that comes from sharing the burden.

“I have never let anyone in because I didn’t know how,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You don’t have to know how,” you reply softly. “Just let me be there for you. Let me love you.”

His hand comes up to gently cover yours, and you can feel his fingers trembling. You can tell he is at his most vulnerable right now. He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes close as he allows himself to relax into your presence.

“I’m scared,” he confesses, his voice shaky, like he’s on the verge of breaking down. Normally, he wouldn’t let his emotions take control like this, especially in front of you.

“I’m scared of losing you. Of watching you slip away from me. And then... I’ll be all alone again.”

You press a small kiss to his temple before cupping his face in your hands, gently forcing him to meet your gaze. Your eyes hold a gentle but determined stare.

“I’m not going anywhere. And even if one day I’m no longer here, you’ll carry a part of me with you. Always. Even if I’m not part of this life, I’ll still be by your side, even when you can’t see me.”

Joseph closes his eyes again, his hands coming up to cover yours on his cheeks. His throat feels dry, tight, as if it’s going to close. He wants to believe you—more than anything, he wants to believe you. But the fear lingers, gnawing at the edges of his heart. He doesn’t think he could bear the weight of being alone again if you left.

“I’m trying,” he says softly. “I’m trying to hold onto this, to you. I love you so much, Grace.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, your thumb brushing gently over his cheek. “That’s all you need to do; we’ll figure this out... together. I love you too, so much. I can’t tell you enough.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, Joseph allows himself to feel a flicker of hope. It’s faint, but he can see the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. He wants to run toward it, but fear of what he might find on the other side keeps him rooted. You hold onto him, and for the first time in a long while, his heart feels at peace.

The fire crackles softly in the background, casting a warm glow over the room. Even though the winds howl outside, the two of you are warm and safe together. Joseph buries his face into your neck, and you gently pull him on top of you as the two of you lie down on the bed.

His hands roam over your sides as he begins to gently suck on your neck, his touch sending shivers through you. You can feel his intent—the need to claim you as his, not just emotionally but physically too. He nibbles on your neck, and you hear him sigh softly.

“Mine, you know that, right? You... you are mine. Please, say it, Grace. Tell me that you’re mine,” he mumbles against your skin.

“Yeah, I’m yours, Joseph. No one else has my heart but you. I belong to you—mentally, emotionally, and physically,” you reply softly, your voice filled with love. You close your eyes, your fingers stroking his hair as his hands continue to explore your body.

Joseph’s hands slip under your shirt, lifting it slightly. His heart feels warm as he takes in the sensation of your body heat against his. The minutes into a comforting silence between you, each moment heavy with unspoken love and connection.

His hands slide further under your shirt, gently massaging your breasts. Soft moans escape your lips as you continue to stroke his hair, lost in the intimacy of the moment.

Your hands roam his body, each touch a quiet reassurance that you’re there. A reminder that he’s not alone and that he can share the burden of his past with you. He allows himself to be vulnerable in your hold, leaning down to kiss you deeply. The kiss is passionate and desperate, filled with emotions he struggles to put into words.

You respond instantly, parting your lips so his tongue can slip into your mouth. A soft sigh escapes you as you relish the feeling of his touch and his kisses. You allow him to deepen the kiss, your tongues swirling together in a sensual dance. When he pulls away, he’s panting softly, his eyes locked onto yours.

The firelight flickers, casting shadows across the room. You meet Joseph’s gaze, and there’s a look of desire in his eyes—not just lust, but something deeper. He wants you, but more than that, he wants to make love to you. The tension radiating from him begins to ease, replaced by a stillness that soothes you. Gripping the sheets gently, you watch as he strips you completely naked.

Joseph nudges your legs apart and buries his face between them. A gasp escapes your lips, and your eyes shut as his tongue delves deep inside you.

“Oh, Joseph…” you moan softly, your hands threading through his white strands of hair, gripping gently. Your touch spurs him on, doubling his efforts as he becomes desperate to please you. His tongue thrusts deep inside you, and your legs begin to shake. You close them around his head, but it doesn’t deter him.

He takes his time, alternating between sucking on your clit, thrusting his tongue inside you, and pressing kisses to your thighs.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles against your cunt, sucking harder. Your back arches off the bed, and a wave of pleasure washes over you as you come on his face. He wastes no time, drinking you down before pulling away and wiping his mouth.

Panting, you look up at him with a smile. He leans down, kissing you again. His hands cup your face, holding you still as he devours your mouth, claiming it in the only way he knows how. After a while, he lies beside you, pulling you to his chest. You rest your head against him, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“Thank you, Grace. Because of you, I don’t feel nearly as alone as I did before,” he says softly.

“That’s because you’re not alone,” you reply, your voice gentle but firm. “It’s okay to be afraid to open up, but you don’t have to be scared to do that with me. I love all of you—the light and the dark sides. You don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to lean on me.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his heart swelling at your words. Warmth builds in his body, as if you know exactly what to say to make him feel better.

“How did I get so lucky?” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “I thought I’d forgotten what it’s like to feel anything. But with you, everything feels real again.”

Your heart swells at his words, and you lean into his touch, savoring the closeness. “You deserve happiness, Joseph. More than you know. And you’ve given me a reason to move on, too. Believe it or not, helping you helps me.”

“Really? So, I’m not a burden?” he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“Far from it. You saved me from a dark place as well. That’s why I want to be there for you,” you say, meeting his eyes to ensure he knows you’re serious.

Joseph’s shoulders relax, and he strokes your hair gently. No words are needed in this moment. He never thought he had helped anyone, but hearing that he had helped you as much as you’ve helped him fills him with a quiet happiness. He tightens his hold on you, and the two of you rest against each other, finding peace in each other’s embrace.

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Title: Entangled in Desire’s Embrace

Warning: explicit sexual content, tentacle sex, impregnation kink, breeding kink, oviposition (egg-laying), overstimulation, light bondage (tentacle restraint), voyeurism (Cartaphilus), magical pregnancy, somnophilia-adjacent themes (exhaustion/sex overlap), possessiveness, dubcon elements (magically induced arousal), mild degradation/praise kink

Joseph was in his lab experimenting with different ingredients and spells. Ever since his last experiment with the tentacles was a success, he has been obsessed with the idea of impregnating you with the tentacles he created. The thought of it, knowing you were on board, made it that much sweeter. The mere thought of it caused his heart to race. Joseph also had the help of Cartaphilus to get this to work.

His lab was dimly lit by the single light bulb, as the tentacles relaxed more when it was dark. The eerie atmosphere deepened as the shadows on the walls grew larger with the movements of the tentacles.

The confidentiality spell he cast was only for a short time, so he could talk with Cartaphilus about the substance he was creating.

“This may work this time,” he said, his voice echoing in his mind.

“Of course it will. It took months, but you did everything right this time. This was the ingredient we were missing—it will work,” Cartaphilus’s voice replied in his mind. Releasing the spell, he put the final touches on the experiment. When it was done, he stepped back and gave the orders. The tentacles responded immediately to his command, slithering their way through the halls toward the door where you were reading.

She was lying on the bed, scrolling through her phone, her eyes snapping toward the door at the sight of the multiple tentacles.

Behind the tentacles, Joseph stood tall. “Grace, just relax and put your book down,” he commanded softly.

You nodded, setting your book aside, and your heart was racing. You already knew what was going to happen next. The room grew darker as the tentacles obscured the light, slithering up your body. They felt slimy as they slid under your shirt.

The tentacles began ripping your clothes to shreds, leaving you bare on the bed. You gasped softly as they circled your nipples.

“Oh, Joseph… why do I… why do I feel so hot?” you asked, your voice trembling as your body heated up. Joseph stepped further into the room, his eyes never leaving you.

“Just relax. You trust me, right, Princess?” Joseph asked.

You nodded slightly. Of course, you trusted him — that wasn’t the issue. The real problem was the way your body responded, heat blooming under your skin like a fire stoked by invisible hands. You could feel the spell working, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

Soft words slipped from your lips in a low chant, the magic weaving through the air even as your concentration frayed. It was hard to think with the tentacles trailing across your skin, each brush igniting another spark of pleasure that made it harder to focus.

“Just relax. You trust me, right, Princess?” he repeated, stepping closer.

You nodded again, more uncertain this time. You did trust him… so why did his presence, combined with the strange, sinuous touch of the tentacles, leave you gasping, trembling, burning up from the inside out?

Joseph begins to chant, his words barely audible to you as your focus shifts entirely to the pleasure coursing through your body.

Two small tentacles wrap themselves around your breasts, and you lean your head back, moaning softly. You gasp and grip the sheets slightly. A bunch of smaller tentacles wrap themselves around your wrists and legs, lifting you completely into the air. You gasp again, flashbacks of the first time this happened making you instinctively try to close your legs, but the tentacles spread them further apart.

Joseph watches from the sidelines, a tent forming in his pants. This is turning him on more than it should. He steps closer to the bed, gently touching the tentacles that hold you up in the air. Your head falls back as a thinner tentacle begins to rub against your clit. Your moans fill the room, and you gasp softly.

The tentacles pulse with an otherworldly rhythm, their tips glowing brighter as they poke at your entrance. You jerk slightly, surprised by the warmth of the glowing tips, so different from the cool sensation they had last time. You bite your lip, trying to stifle a loud moan, but the sensations are too overwhelming.

“Joseph, it’s so intense, what is going on?” you ask, your voice cracking slightly. You can’t grab onto anything to steady yourself since you’re suspended in the air for the time being.

You feel the tentacles pulsating against your skin as Joseph speaks, his voice strained from the effort of maintaining the spell. “This is our future, Grace,” he says, his words resonating in your ears even as your body reacts to the tentacles enveloping you. Their glowing red tips pulse, caressing your body with an insistence that sends waves of heat coursing through you.

Multiple tiny tentacles thrust into your pussy, their movements slow and deliberate. They aren’t as thick as the ones you’ve taken before, or as thick as Joseph’s, but their length is staggering. You gasp at the sensation, unable to suppress the pleasure that builds with each thrust.

Joseph watches you, his gaze locked on your every reaction. Your head tilts back as the tentacles spread your legs further, opening you completely to their attentions. The tentacles inside you begin to grow, both in length and thickness, their actions perfectly synchronized to your rising pleasure. Each movement drives you closer to the edge, penetrating you deeply and filling you with sensations you can’t describe.

You cry out, your voice echoing through the bedroom, as the waves of pleasure crash over you. “Yes, Joseph! Yes!” you scream, your body convulsing with each thrust of the tentacles. “Oh god, it’s so good!” Your moans become louder, unrestrained as your back arches in the air, the tentacles holding you aloft like a puppet of ecstasy.

“Are you close, Grace?” Joseph asks, his voice hoarse with the effort of holding back his lust. His hand slips into his pants, pulling out his cock. He begins to stroke himself, his soft moans filling the air as he watches you come undone.

“So close! Please don’t stop, Joseph. Need it, want it so bad!” you pant, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Joseph pumps his cock faster, his hand moving in time with the frantic pace of the tentacles inside you. The glowing tentacles’ movements become more frenzied, a clear sign that they, too, are close to their climax.

The tentacles push you to the brink, and you scream as your orgasm crashes over you. Your body trembles and convulses, completely spent, but the tentacles don’t relent. You gasp as you feel something unexpected: the tentacles filling your womb with small eggs. The sensation of being filled so completely leaves you breathless.

When the tentacles finish depositing the eggs, they slide out of you, laying you gently on the bed. You feel their cum leaking out as Joseph approaches, still stroking his cock, his eyes fixed on your trembling body.

“So full… W-what… what did they deposit in me?” you ask, your voice shaky and confused. Joseph kneels between your legs, parting them to admire the sight.

“Eggs,” he replies, grinning softly. “And I’m going to fertilize them. If my experiment results are correct, this will be an entirely new way of getting pregnant.”

Joseph grabs your ankles, keeping you spread wide, and wastes no time in pushing deep into you. You cry out in shock, your body still reeling from the tentacles. He doesn’t give you time to recover as he begins thrusting, the tentacles retreating to let him take over.

“Joseph, too full… I can’t handle it,” you whimper, gripping the bed as your body shakes with overstimulation.

“Yes, you can,” he growls, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone. “You’re my good girl. You can handle anything I give you, right?”

You whine in response, your mind spinning as Joseph’s thrusts grow more intense. You feel the jelly-like eggs inside you shifting with each movement of his cock. Your head falls back, your eyes rolling as pleasure overwhelms you.

“Joseph! Joseph!” you cry out, your body trembling from exhaustion and ecstasy. Tears stream down your cheeks, and Joseph leans over, kissing them away. He folds you in half, your legs pressed close to your head as he pounds into you relentlessly.

“So good… fuck, Grace, how can you still be so tight?” Joseph groans, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his hips snap against yours. You claw at the sheets, your body writhing beneath him as his pace quickens.

The sensation of the jelly-like eggs against his sensitive cock drives him wild, and he loses himself completely in the pleasure. His grunts and moans mix with your cries, filling the room as he thrusts deeper and harder, chasing his release while your overstimulated body continues to surrender to him.

“Say it, Grace. Say that you are my good girl…”

“Mm, I-I am your good girl! Fuck…” you sob out, your voice trembling with desperation.

“That’s it. Say you can handle anything I can give you,” Joseph grunts, his movements relentless. His balls slap against your ass as he pounds into your cunt. He doesn’t stop—he can’t stop. The thought of impregnating you has him seeing stars. If this didn’t work, he would go the natural way. But either way, he’s determined to put a baby in you.

“I can handle it! I can handle anything you give me,” you manage to sob out, your voice cracking under the intensity. You cry out, arching your back, squealing and whimpering softly as the pleasure consumes you.

Joseph casts his confidentiality spell, connecting with Cartaphilus as he hovers over you, his thrusts not faltering. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper, while your arms circle his neck, holding him close.

“Cartaphilus, fuck, are you able to see this?” Joseph asks, his voice strained with effort as he continues to pound into you, his breath hot against your skin.

“Yes. How does it feel inside with the eggs?” Cartaphilus responds curiously. Neither of you has done this before, and he’s intrigued. He mentally notes to try it himself at a later date.

“Joseph! Joseph! I can’t—too much! Oh my god!” you scream, your body trembling violently under him.

“It feels so good. I can’t stop…” Joseph huffs in his connection with Cartaphilus, his body driven by an uncontrollable need.

“Yes, you can. Take it. Take everything. Don’t be bad—you said you can handle anything I can give you,” Joseph growls against your skin, his teeth sinking into your flesh as he bites and sucks, leaving marks to claim you.

The effort of maintaining the spell begins to drain him. He feels his energy waning, though his hips don’t slow their brutal pace.

“I’ll have to try this when we know if it works or not,” Cartaphilus muses. He senses Joseph’s struggle to keep the spell active while simultaneously fucking you senseless. He knows Joseph won’t last much longer.

“Yeah, definitely… fuck, I have to let the spell go…”

“Okay, make sure to fill her up at least twice,” Cartaphilus’s voice fades as Joseph releases the spell.

Joseph refocuses on you, his gaze locking onto your trembling form. You’re barely holding on, your voice reduced to incoherent gasps from the relentless pounding. With one final thrust, Joseph pushes deeply into you, his cock buried to the hilt. He comes hard, hot spurts of cum filling you with each jerk of his hips.

You let out a choked sob as your body gives in, squirting uncontrollably, the overwhelming pleasure leaving you shaking violently. Tears stream down your cheeks as a raw, broken cry escapes your lips, the intensity of it all leaving you utterly spent.

“That’s my good girl. Come on, Princess, I need you to give me one more orgasm, okay?” Joseph whispers, his lips brushing against your neck. You’re a babbling mess, barely able to form coherent words. Before you can protest, he pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach, thrusting into you again.

“N-Need a break, please,” you whimper, your body trembling beneath him.

“Not yet, one more time, Princess. I promise this will be it. I promise. Hang in there—I want this to work,” Joseph says softly in your ear. His chest presses against your back as he kisses just below your ear. You grip the sheets tightly, nodding your head despite the overwhelming pleasure. You bury your face into the pillow, muffling your hoarse cries, your voice raw from all the moaning.

Joseph wastes no time, thrusting into you again with urgency. His head tilts back as he groans, addicted to the way you feel around him. He’s sensitive, but his determination to see the experiment through drives him. His hands find yours, and he laces your fingers together, grounding both of you in the moment.

“I love you, Grace. You’re doing great…” he whispers, his voice tender. His words send a shiver down your spine, giving you just enough strength to endure.

You moan, gripping his hands tighter as your face remains buried in the pillow. “Love you too, Joseph… nngh…”

Your response sends a jolt through him, spurring him to thrust deeper and harder. He feels another orgasm building and shifts, getting off your back. His hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as he picks up his pace. One hand snakes around your body, finding your clit. He rubs it in rhythm with his thrusts, and you gasp, pushing your body against his fingers.

Your grip on the sheets tightens as whimpers spill from your lips. Your walls clench around him, signaling you’re close to another climax.

“That’s it, cum for me, baby girl. We’re almost done. I just need to fill you up one more time. Cum for me, Grace,” he commands, his voice filled with both need and praise.

Those words send you over the edge, and you let go. Your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you sobbing in pure bliss. The sheets beneath you are drenched with your juices, mixed with Joseph’s cum. As your walls tighten around him, his hips stutter. He pulls you close, pushing to the hilt as he releases inside you again. He groans deeply, thrusting through his orgasm, ensuring every bit of his release stays inside you.

Once you’re filled—between the jelly eggs from the tentacles and his two loads of cum—Joseph collapses beside you, utterly spent.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest.

“Did… I do well?” you ask, your voice soft and exhausted.

Joseph smiles, his fingers stroking your hair. “Yes, you did a good job. An amazing job. I’m so proud of you. Now rest. You deserve it.”

You nod against him, your eyes fluttering closed as sleep overtakes you, safe in his arms.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, and once Joseph knows you’re asleep, he allows sleep to take over him as well. In a few days, you’ll both find out whether it worked or not. Joseph’s eyes grow heavy, his exhaustion consuming him. He places one last kiss on your head before falling into a deep slumber with you in his arms. He holds you in a way that makes it impossible for you to escape when you wake up. He wants to wake up with you in his arms—the way it’s always supposed to be.

Time Skip:

A few days pass, and you begin to notice changes in your body. You know it usually takes a week or two for pregnancy symptoms to appear, but with the tentacles involved, you have no idea how this might affect you. You make your way to Joseph’s lab, knocking before walking in.

“Grace? What’s wrong?” Joseph asks, turning to you.

“Uhm, I think I’m pregnant? My body is changing, but it feels different from a normal pregnancy…”

“Yeah, it’s because we used tentacle eggs. If you’re feeling changes, that means we must have succeeded,” Joseph replies, his tone tinged with excitement.

“Will the baby be human if I am?” you ask hesitantly.

“Of course. I made sure the eggs wouldn’t alter the child’s human nature—Cartaphilus helped me with that. Get on the table, and I’ll check you.”

You nod as Joseph hands you a robe. You undress, put the robe on, and climb onto the table, lying down as your gaze fixes on the ceiling. Joseph gathers his tools and spreads ultrasound gel on your stomach. You shiver at the cool sensation, still amazed at how prepared he always is, even though by now you know you shouldn’t be surprised.

He picks up the transducer, rubbing it across your stomach over the gel. His focus shifts to the monitor, and he glances at you.

“Grace, I’m going to talk with Cartaphilus while I do this, okay?”

“Okay…” you agree softly.

Joseph casts his confidentiality spell, connecting with Cartaphilus as he examines the screen.

“Hey, what do you think about this?” Joseph asks.

“It looks like it worked. If I’m being honest, it looks like she’s pregnant. I’m surprised the fetus is already taking shape after just a few days,” Cartaphilus replies.

“My guess is the jelly eggs helped. Her pregnancy may progress faster than the normal nine-month period.”

“Agreed. I’d say in another few days, we might be able to determine if it’s a girl or a boy.”

“This turned out so much better than I thought it would,” Joseph says, his voice tinged with pride.

“We did it… especially if the pregnancy is successful.”

“It will be successful. Nothing is going to happen to her or the baby,” Joseph states firmly, before releasing the spell.

He turns back to you, watching as you stare at the monitor.

“It worked. The experiment worked. I got you pregnant with the help of the tentacles,” he says, his voice filled with excitement.

“It’s already taking form, isn’t it?” you ask, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Yes, and we’ll know the gender no later than a week from now,” Joseph confirms.

Tears of happiness spill from your eyes. Having a baby with Joseph is something you’ve always wanted. When you sit up, Joseph cleans your stomach before pulling you into his arms.

“I’m so happy, Grace,” he murmurs, burying his face into your neck as he holds you close.

“I’m happy too. I’ve always wanted this—a baby with you. I’m going to be a mom,” you whisper, your voice trembling with joy.

Joseph leans down, kissing you deeply. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss is passionate, filled with shared love and excitement. He doesn’t let you go, holding you tightly as if nothing could ever separate you.

“Mine, you’re mine… and I’m yours. I promise, nothing will ever come between us,” Joseph vows softly.

You nod, your hands running through his white hair as you sigh softly.

“I love you so much. I can’t wait to discuss baby names with you and go shopping for baby clothes.”

“I can’t wait for you to start showing,” Joseph admits with a soft smile. He crouches down, pressing a tender kiss to your stomach. As the day goes on, he can’t keep his hands off your stomach, always touching it, as if he can already feel the life growing inside you. Even though the baby is still a fetus, he talks to your stomach constantly, making you giggle. You can already see the kind of father Joseph will be, and it fills you with excitement.

“What does Cartaphilus think?” you ask, curiosity piqued.

“He wants one too, so don’t be surprised if he takes over after this baby is born,” Joseph says with a grin.

You blush but smile, nodding. “Okay, I don’t mind. I’m yours and his, after all. I love you both.”

“We love you too,” Joseph replies softly, kissing you gently, his smile radiant with happiness.

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Joseph x OC - Ag-47Okami

Title: Entwined in Shadows and Serenity

Warning: explicit sexual content, tentacle sex, double penetration, deepthroating, cum inflation, overstimulation, magical drug use (aphrodisiac), light bondage (tentacle restraint), breeding kink, domination/submission dynamics, degradation/praise kink, possession themes (Cartaphilus), noncon-adjacent elements (dubious consent), obsession, multiple orgasms

You sat in the grass, your fingers tapping against the ceramic mug that held your hot chocolate. You admired the different color leaves. It was finally your favorite time of year when the air got chillier and the colors of red, orange, and brown covered the trees. You were lost in thought, sipping on the drink with a soft and gentle smile gracing your lips. The way the sun hit your hair made it look golden. You lived in the country, far away from the city’s folds, because it was more peaceful this way. You were lost in thought, but were easily brought back to reality when you heard your name.

“Grace,” the familiar voice disturbed the silence, but you didn’t mind. You loved it when he came to you. Joseph had just returned from his lab when he saw you sitting in the yard. He walked closer to you and leaned down, kissing your cheek.

His blue eyes took in your appearance. You wore a white dress but had a scarf around your neck and a thin jacket.

“Hey Joseph, come sit with me,” you said, patting the spot next to you. Joseph hesitated before sitting beside you. He didn’t express his feelings easily, but you knew he loved you. His presence brought comfort to you, and you loved these quiet moments with him. He leaned his head on your shoulder, and you kissed the top of his head.

“I’ve been working on something, these woods kinda inspired me,” he mumbled softly. You knew what kind of experiments he did, but you didn’t mind when he explained them to you.

“Tell me about it,” you encouraged. You finished your hot chocolate, set the cup down on the grass. “What are you experimenting on with now?”

Joseph got comfortable by laying his head on your lap. You started to stroke his hair, and he closed his eyes lettingh a small sigh escape his lips. It took him a few moments to talk about his experiment, because he was stuck on the feeling of your hands in his hair. After a few moments, he finally spoke up.

“I’ve been playing around with the ideas of creating a new magical artifact. Something that blends the natural beauty of the land with the practice of magic. It could help people connect with nature, even those living in the cities,” he opened his eyes and looked up at you. He reached his hand up, stroking your cheek. “You also inspired me, you look so beautiful sitting out here with all the changing colors and crispy air.”

You felt your cheeks turn a light shade of red, it was rare when Joseph became vulnerable and opened up to you. So, this made your heartbeat increase. He leaned up and pressed a small kiss to your lips. You smiled as he laid back down on your lap.

“That sounds beautiful, Joseph. Imagine if the people in the cities were able to become one with the new world, even in the middle of their busy lives.”

“Exactly,” he said, his voice was soft, but filled with something else. “I want them to feel that connection, like we do every day.”

“Joseph, you know you are working and creating something to help people… right?”

“Yeah, like I said, you were the inspiration along with these woods.”

You smiled warmly, nodding your head. He sat up and then turned towards you, pecking your lips. When he parted from the kiss, something shifted. His once gentle blue eyes had a shadow creep over his expression. Without warning, he leaned closer, nuzzling your neck with a slow, deliberate motion. You felt his breath hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You stiffened slightly, surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor. It always caught you off guard, despite being used to the switch. Your heart raced, but you relaxed against him. You stroked his hair gently and kissed his forehead. You knew it was Cartaphilus, and he wouldn’t let you.

“Joseph?”

His body tensed, his breathing lingering before he pulled back, his gaze locking with yours.

“You also inspired another experiment; this one is done. Want to see it, Grace?” He asked, and you nodded your head.

“Of course,” he stood up, and took your hand. You grabbed your cup and palced it on the bench as he led you to his lab. Your heart icnreased with unease, but curiosity was forming in the pit of your stomach as well. Whatever it was going to be, you knew you would be the test subject.

“What is it?” You asked curiously. You loved him for who he was, no matter how much he changed. But these moments sometimes left you a bit uneasy. Joseph could sense your nerves, and he turned to look at you.

“Are you scared? Do you not trust me?”

“No, I trust you with my life. I was just curious as to what it could be.” You admitted, and he nodded, satisfied with your answer. He continued to pull you along, and you fell into step with him. He opened the door to his lab, and you looked around. It was rare that he let you in here, but when you did come in here, somehow it changed in appearance every single time.

He led you deeper into the lab, he then stepped to the side to let you in first. You walked deeper inside, and he stayed near the entrance. You turned to look at him, wondering what the experiment was.

“Where is it?” you asked, but right after you asked, you felt something slimy grabbing your wrists and ankles. You let a surprised scream out, looking down to see tentacles. You were lifted in the air. Your head turned to Joseph, seeing him relaxed. That is when it hit you, this was the experiment. You stopped struggling, and let the tentacles wrap around your body.

“Good, the more you struggle, the more restless they become. Just enjoy the sensations… let it happen.”

“O-Okay,” you said. One of the tentacles darted forward, ripping your dress off your body. The cool air in the lab sent goose bumps on your skin. You shivered as the tentacles slithered across your body. You let soft moans escape your lips, as they circled your tit. They began to squeeze your breasts, longer and thicker tentacle traced down your body before rubbing your clit. You gasped and let loud moans out as it rubbed faster on your clit.

“You like that, Grace?” Joseph asked, his voice dropping an octave. Watching you get turned on while his tentacles pleased you turned Joseph on. He slipped his hand into his pants and began to stroke himself.

“I-It feels…” You weren’t sure how to feel; it felt so good but so wrong. Everything about this was wrong, but you were confused about why it felt right. Maybe because it was Joseph.

“Be honest, Grace,” Joseph said. The tentacle pushed into you, causing you to arch your back off the bed.

“O-Oh, it feels so good. Oh god…” Your eyes rolled back as the tentacle inside you sped up its pace. You couldn’t move because the tentacles held you up in the air. The tentacles around your breasts began to target your nipples. Suction cups came out of the tentacles and attached to your breasts.

Your eyes rolled back, and a loud moan escaped your lips. Joseph, unable to control himself anymore, moved his way to you, demanding that the tentacles lower you down. He unfastened his belt and undid his pants. The tentacles that were pounding into you began to expand inside, causing you to wither in pleasure. Joseph was pumping his cock watching as you was fucked senseless. He moved around the table that you were now lying on, and stroked your hair, making it where your head was turned.

“Open up.”

You opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around his cock. Joseph stroked your hair and began to thrust into your mouth slowly. Despite his thrusts going slow, the tentacles were fucking you fast. You were moaning loudly around his cock, and he gripped your hair tightly.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl…” Joseph moaned, leaning his head back a bit. With each moan that you let out, Joseph’s thrusts only got faster, and harder. He couldn’t help but push his cock deeper into your mouth, muffling your moans.

“You are taking me so well,” he groaned softly.

The suction cups on the tentacles began to suck harder, practically pulling your breasts harshly, to match the thrusts the tentacles that was fucking you pace.n You had tears in your eyes, but it wasn’t tears of sadness but pleasure. It was becoming too much, and you felt yourself being pushed to the edge. Joseph groaned softly, pushing his cock further, until your face was pressed against his pelvis. You choked a bit, but he came down your throat.

“Swallow, that’s it, I am so proud of you.” Joseph praised. He pulled out of your mouth, and when you caught your breath, you screamed out as you came on the tentacles. The tentacle expanded before releasing inside you. Your body shook violently from the pleasure, the tentacle pulled out, yet you still felt so full. Joseph watched as the tentacles cum leaked out of you, and he pushed it back in.

“Maybe my next project, when it comes to pleasure, you should be getting yourself pregnant with the tentacles. Though it would be virtually impossible, I feel like that would be quite fun, don’t you think?” He asked, knowing you were still coming down from your high, so you couldn’t process his words. Not wanting you to come completely down from your high, he wasted no time, he rubbed his cock along your clit before pushing deep inside you.

You cried out, but a tentacle ended up sliding into your mouth to silence your scream of pleasure. How you were still so tight after being fucked by a thick tentacle was beyond Joseph. A part of him wanted to study your body even more thoroughly, he started with a slow pace, simialr to how he did when he fucked your mouth. But as you shook and clenched around him, he couldn’t help but speed his thrusts up faster.

You moaned around the tentacle; the taste was sweeter than anything you had ever tasted before. Something sweet dripped from the tentacles into your mouth, forcing you to swallow. You didn’t fight it because you knew whatever it was, it was Joseph’s doing, and you trusted him. Your body began to heat up, and you squirmed more, but the tentacles tightened their hold on you, forcing you to stay still.

You began to whine, trying to get free, but Joseph smirked. He knew you were going crazy from the drug that came from the tentacle. It wouldn’t harm you, he made sure it was safe, only wanting you to feel maximum pleasure. Your eyes met Joseph’s, and he began to pound into you hard and fast.

You felt like it wasn’t enough to cure the heat building inside you, but it helped a little as he sped up his pace. You couldn’t ground yourself because your wrists were held by the tentacles, not allowing you to move. You whimpered around the tentacle as it fucked your mouth.

Another tentacle that was as thick as the first rubbed your asshole, teasing the rim. Your ass clenched and you whimpered around the tentacle in your mouth again. Joseph was losing himself in the pleasure as you squeezed around him.

“So tight, so good. Fuck, look ast you. So gorgeous like this, I am so lucky.” He mumbled. He grabbed your legs and held them up as he thrusted faster and harder. The tentacle suddenly plunged itself into your ass, stretching the ring muscle. You screamed around the tentacle, your body shaking violently. It took you by surprise because you never had anything quite as big back there. You balled your hands into fists, arching your back.

The thick tentacle went at a faster pace than Joseph did. The contradicting speeds had you going crazy. You saw stars as the tentacle in your mouth thrust in and out of you. Joseph’s hips stuttered, and he leaned forward, and the tentacle on his left nipple moved out of his way. He started to suck on your mnipples as he slammed in, and began to fill you up with his hot, sticky cum.

The tentacle in your ass began to fill you up, and the tentacles began to unravel themselves from your body. You collapsed on the table, shaking from the intense pleasure.

“Mine, mine, mine…” He groaned softly against your breast. He moved away from your chest, and Joseph was back. The gentle one, and he kissed you softly.

“I love you so much, don’t ever leave me.” His voice had a hint of vulnerability that he only ever showed around you. His other personality, Cartaphilus, is disappearing for the time being.

“I love you too, so much, Joseph. I am all yours, I promise. I will never leave.” Your voice cracked, your throat was sore, but you didn’t mind. You shakily lift your arms and wrap them around his neck. Pants filled the lab, neither of you moving, because of the exhaustion. You especially were exhausted and couldn’t even fathom the idea of moving right now.”

“Are you hurting?” He asked, and you smiled slightly.

“Sore, but it was worth it,” you said softly. He smiled and pulled out of you. He picked you up and carried you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down and began to clean your body. Rare moments like these, he was gentle and loving towards you. You laid there, still as he cleaned your body before craling into bed beside you. He pulled you into his arms, kissing your shoulder.

“Well done, I am so proud of you for taking those tentacles. Were you scared?” Joseph asked, stroking your hair.

“A little, but I trusted you. So, I knew it would feel good,” your face began to heat up. Your throat felt a bit raw, and he squeezed your waist gently.

“Good, because I meant what I said. I plan to experiment more with those tentacles… I want to see you leaking from them more often.” He nibbled on your shoulder gently before burying your face into your neck.

You nodded your head, your eyelids starting to feel heavier. You struggled to keep them open. The exhaustion from the events that just occurred took a toll on your body. You felt the steady rise and fall of his chest as he played with your hair. You felt safe in his arms, like he was a protective shield. Sleep pulled you under as you completely relaxed against his body.

Joseph watched as sleep took you. Your breathing evened out, and your face fell into a peaceful smile, the kind only slumber could bring. Gently, Joseph pulled the blanket over both of you, ensuring you were wrapped securely in the warmth. His fingers brushed through your hair, lingering on the edge of your face as he admired your calm expression.

You were the only one who brought him peace like this, the only one who saw him for who he truly was. What made it better was that Cartaphilus loved you just as much, even if he had an odd way of showing it. Neither he nor Cartaphilus would ever let you go—not now, not when they finally had their person.

“I love you so much, Grace. You don’t understand how much you mean to me. I know I don’t show it often, and only when you’re asleep,” he whispered into the quiet room. His voice was barely audible but filled with sincerity. He pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, holding you tighter to him. His love for you ran so deep that it left him breathless sometimes. It also haunted him because if anything happened to you, he knew he would burn this world down for you. The mere thought of losing you began to stir Cartaphilus. It ignited a protective fire, which went as deep as obsession. You were the light in his dark world, and without you, he wouldn’t be able to tell reality from the nightmares that would consume him.

What Joseph didn’t know was that you knew you were his and his alone. You didn’t want anyone else; you were so madly and deeply in love with him that you would never leave him behind. As you curled into his warmth, you had peaceful dreams of just you and Joseph, living your lives together in the middle of nowhere. You were one with nature here, and he understood that, admiring it with the same reverence he held for you.

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Joseph x OC - Ag-470kami

Title: Lab Notes of Obsession

Warning: explicit sexual content, rough sex, choking (light breathplay), dom/sub dynamics, orgasm denial, possessiveness, degradation/praise kink, exhibitionism (lab setting), aftercare, emotional vulnerability, obsessive behavior, masturbation, soft angst Note: I accidentally published it to @wildbaji account which is also me. I aint deleting it from there lmao

You noticed that Joseph had been spending much time in his lab, and you missed him greatly. It felt like he was trying to avoid you, so you decided to go and visit him. When you arrived, you heard a crash and a frustrated groan. You slowly opened the door and peeked inside to see that Joseph was standing up. Instantly, he heard the door open, and he shot you a glare, but it softened seeing you. To the normal eye, he was violent, egotistical, and even crazy. But you loved him and always found ways to calm him down. You slowly walked in, wrapping your arms around him in a gentle hug.

“Is… everything okay?” you asked. Joseph glanced down at you. He stroked your hair gently before he gripped your blonde hair tightly, tilting your head back. He never wants to hurt you and never truly causes you serious harm, but sometimes, he does hurt you a little.

“Grace,” he drawled out, his voice a low murmur, and it sent shivers down your spine, “I thought I told you to stay out of my lab. What could you possibly want?”

You hesitated but took a deep breath.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing, Joseph. It’s been a while since I saw you.”

He scoffed, a dark chuckle escaping his lips, but deep inside his chest, his heart rate picked up. He knew you cared, even when he shoved you away, you always came back to him.

“Talk? There are more important matters at hand, matters that require my attention, I think you should leave.” He lets go of your hair, but you keep your arms around him tightly. You bury your face deep into his chest, taking a deep and shaky breath.

“Please, Joseph.” He turned around and glanced over at you over his shoulder. You bit your lip, a flicker of discomfort yet sadness written across your face. Joseph felt a sinking feeling in his heart, and he inhaled deeply. He suddenly turns back around and grips your throat not enough to cause you harm, and not enough to cut your hair supply off, but enough for you to know he is in control.

He pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes, gripping his lab coat. He pushed you against the table, pushing everything to the floor, never once breaking the kiss.

You were shocked, to say the least, but you returned the kiss in such a loving manner. Joseph gripped your neck harder, not breaking it. He pushed himself between your legs before breaking it. His lips trailed down your jaw, and to your neck biting, and sucking until a large purple hickey appeared.

“Joseph,” you moaned softly. The sound of your moans only urged him on more. He lifted your dress around your waist, ripping your panties off.

“You want this right? That’s why you came here, really, isn’t it?” His voice was cold, but a hint of warmth snuck its way in.

“No… I was just worried. Wait, that came out wrong. I do want this, but I came because I was worried.” Your mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts right now, and you couldn’t help but grip the table behind you. Joseph pulled your panties down and started to kiss your thighs. He kept your legs apart so you couldn’t close them so easily.

When he finally reached the part you most craved, his tongue darted right in. He thrust his tongue deep inside you, slowly at first drawing out moans from you. Your knees felt weak, and you gripped his hair gently, holding onto him. Your breathing started to pick up and you whimpered slightly, as he pulled his tongue out and started to lick around your clit.

You tilted your head back, shuddering from the feeling of his mouth on you.

“Moan louder, Grace,” he demanded. He bit down on the clit lightly, causing you to scream out in surprise. He continued to tease you with his tongue, and you were shaking and squirming. You grind your hips against his face, wanting more. You felt like you were close, but right as you were about to reach your peak, he pulled away.

“Not yet.”

“Josep-” “Shut up, Grace. I said, not yet.” You snapped your mouth shut, nodding your head in understanding. You whimpered slightly as he pushed two fingers deep inside your pussy. You squealed and gripped his shoulders. He ripped your shirt open.

“Push your bra above your breasts.” “

Okay,” you said. You pushed your bra up, and without a second thought, his lips wrapped around your nipples. You hugged his head as he thrust his fingers deep inside you repeatedly, going deeper.

“Joseph!” You cried out, your grip around his neck tightening. He grazed your hardened nipples with his teeth, staring up at you. Your face was twisted with pleasure, which only made him thrust his fingers faster into you.

“Tell me what you want, Grace.”

“You, I want you.”

“Be more specific or this will be all your greedy cunt gets.” You whimpered and moaned before giving in.

“I want your cock, please give it to me. I promise to be good. Just please, I need you inside.” You were desperate; normally, it would have been embarrassing to say things out loud, but you knew Joseph was serious about not continuing unless you begged.

It seemed to have been enough for him, because he pulled his fingers out and lifted your left leg, pushing you onto the table. He positioned his cock at your entrance and slowly slid into you. The stretch had you arching your back off the table, your eyes widened, and your mouth fell open in shock. He started slow when entering you, but your response to the stretch caused his primal instincts to kick in. Joseph started to thrust deeper inside you, gripping your left leg tightly. His grunts filled the lab as he sped up.

“Grace, you feel so good. So tight,” he grunted. He leaned down, biting your shoulder to try and keep his moans silent. His hips were pounding into you nonstop. You tossed your head back, crying out, your walls only tightening as you felt something snap inside you.

“Oh god, I am cumming!” You cried as you came hard around his cock. Joseph cursed under his breath, but his hips never stopped thrusting into you. So your orgasm was prolonged. You were shaking under him.

“Mine, you are mine.” He growled as he sped up even faster. He pushed inside you before cumming. He filled you, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him to your chest. He kissed your breasts slightly as his hips jerked slightly. “Yours, all yours. I promise to never leave you,” you said, nuzzling his hair.

“I wouldn’t let you if you tried.” He said, pulling out of you. He trailed his lips across your skin slightly before pulling out. The moment he pulled out, his cum leaked out of you. Joseph wasn’t gentle, but he had a soft spot for you, so he grabbed some napkins and cleaned you up. He adjusted his pants before helping you get ready.

The air in the room still buzzed with the residual energy of the intimate moment, a palpable connection that lingered in the charged atmosphere. Amid the quiet aftermath, you, still catching your breath, ventured to voice a tentative desire.

“Uhm, can we spend more time together?” The words hung in the air, and your gaze locked onto him, seeking a response. His eyes, intense and penetrating, bore into yours, momentarily trapping you in a shared vulnerability. However, the moment was fleeting as he turned away, the movement deliberate, almost calculated, as he reached for his lab coat.

“I still have work, so no,” he stated with a detached finality, his back now turned to you. The rejection, though expected, carried a weight that seeped into your voice as you responded.

“Oh, okay. That’s fine.” The subtle hurt was evident, and you turned to leave, a silent retreat from the sudden chill that replaced the warmth. Just as you took a step away, ready to let the disappointment settle, his voice broke the silence.

“Grace.” You paused, looking back at him with a mixture of hope and curiosity.

“Yeah?” you responded, a subtle quiver in your voice betraying the lingering disappointment.

“Come back here in about two hours. We can get dinner or something.” The words hung in the air, delivered with a certain warmth, a rare tenderness that was reserved for these moments. He glanced at you over his shoulder, and your eyes met.

A smile played on your lips, mirroring the soft smile he offered in return before refocusing on his work. He wasn’t nearly as frustrated as he was before, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift from tension to a more relaxed state. As you affirmed, “Okay, I will!” you felt a surge of anticipation.

Watching him engrossed in his tasks for a few more minutes, you finally tore your gaze away, leaving the room to properly shower and prepare for the evening ahead. The hallway echoed with the sound of your footsteps, a mix of contentment and excitement.

Your smile, wide and unrestrained, betrayed the joy that swirled within you. The promise of shared time and the prospect of a dinner date had injected a newfound lightness into your step, and the memory of his soft smile fueled the warmth that radiated from your heart. Walking down the corridor, the coolness of the lab’s atmosphere gradually gave way to the warmth of anticipation.

You still felt the warmth of his body against yours, the touch of his fingers grazing your skin, and him taking you. You couldn’t wait to spend more time with Joseph, your spirits were lifted even more. As you entered your home, you hummed in excitement, ready to meet up with him for dinner. Your heart was filled with warmth and happiness.

You got into the shower to clean yourself up from the earlier activities. The thoughts of Joseph fill your mind. You trailed your fingers down to your pussy where some of his cum was still leaking out. You pushed two fingers in, moaning softly. Even though Joseph just gave you the best orgasm of your life, you wanted more. Needed more. You needed him again, and you hoped Joseph would give way to giving you exactly that. You started to thrust two fingers in, remembering the feel of his cock inside you. You leaned your head back, moaning out his name.

“Oh, Joseph. More, please…” You whimpered as you curled your fingers deep into your cunt. You thrust your fingers faster, imagining that it was his fingers and cock filling you up instead. That thought alone had you coming undone for him once again. But this time, even though it was for him, he wasn’t there to see it. You pulled your fingers out, with a small pout, and showered completely.

When you got dressed, you checked your phone and saw a message from Joseph. When you read it, your face grew red, and anticipation settled in the pit of your stomach. Fear and excitement coursed through your veins. You knew it would be a long night with Joseph, and you honestly couldn’t wait.

The message read: ‘Oh yeah, and Grace. I know what you plan to do, don’t you dare touch yourself. If you do, I won’t go easy on you, I WILL know if you touched yourself. I always know.’ - Joseph.

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Joseph x OC - Ag-470kami

Warning: Sex, dirty talking, teasing, begging

“Grace,” he drawled out, his voice a low murmur, and it sent shivers down your spine, “I thought I told you to stay out of my lab. What could you possibly want?”

You hesitated but took a deep breath.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing, Joseph. It’s been a while since I saw you.”

He scoffed, a dark chuckle escaping his lips, but deep inside his chest, his heart rate picked up. He knew you cared, even when he shoved you away, you always came back to him.

He pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes, gripping his lab coat. He pushed you against the table, pushing everything to the floor, never once breaking the kiss.

“Joseph,” you moaned softly. The sound of your moans only urged him on more. He lifted your dress around your waist, ripping your panties off.

“You want this right? That’s why you came here, really, isn’t it?” His voice was cold, but a hint of warmth snuck its way in.

You tilted your head back, shuddering from the feeling of his mouth on you.

“Not yet.”

“Push your bra above your breasts.” “

Okay,” you said. You pushed your bra up, and without a second thought, his lips wrapped around your nipples. You hugged his head as he thrust his fingers deep inside you repeatedly, going deeper.

“Tell me what you want, Grace.”

“You, I want you.”

“Be more specific or this will be all your greedy cunt gets.” You whimpered and moaned before giving in.

“I still have work, so no,” he stated with a detached finality, his back now turned to you. The rejection, though expected, carried a weight that seeped into your voice as you responded.

“Grace.” You paused, looking back at him with a mixture of hope and curiosity.

“Yeah?” you responded, a subtle quiver in your voice betraying the lingering disappointment.

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