#What’s good surface slickers

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Shiver Hohojiro icons/pics for the soul PT 1

(all of these are not mine)

[beefcakekinard]

💖💖// bucktommy - ohithankyou/zahraa <333

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out (hi zahraa!! i'll tag you so you get the notification: @ohithankyou 🥰)

Buck is about ready to crawl out of his own skin if Tommy doesn't touch him in the next five minutes.

They're on Tommy's couch - this is already one of Buck's favourite places to be, it being (a) in Tommy's house, which smells warm like cinnamon and warm like Tommy all around him; (b) unfairly comfortable; and (c) a conveniently flat surface he can leverage against to climb his boyfriend. Case in point: he's straddled across Tommy's lap, pressed as close as he can get from chest to crotch, rolling his hips in unconscious, twitching little bursts, as unfulfilling now as they were half an hour ago when Buck first dropped himself into Tommy's lap.

"How are you doing?" Tommy asks more or less directly into Buck's mouth. Buck groans in frustration and bites Tommy's lower lip.

"About to crawl out of my own skin if you don't-"

"Copy that," Tommy chuckles. He presses a kiss to the corner of Buck's mouth. His hands slide up Buck's thighs to his belt, and as they work on it, Buck kisses a path from Tommy's lips, to his cleft, down his jaw to the spot on his neck where he's most sensitive.

The only sound in the room is both of their panting for breath - it's joined for a moment by the metal clicking of Buck's zipper. Tommy lifts his hand to Buck's face, and Buck licks up his palm with a wet noise. The sound Buck makes after that, when Tommy wastes no time in getting his hand around him in a firm, warm grip, is nothing short of wanton.

The skin of Tommy's neck is hot and damp from Buck's open-mouthed breathing. He drags his teeth across it and Tommy gasps just as he slips his thumb across the head of Buck's dick, pulling a whine from Buck's throat. The pass of Tommy's hand up and down Buck's cock, the silky, unrelenting drag of his grip, grows slicker.

"C'mere." Tommy's voice rumbles in his throat, against Buck's teeth, his lips. Tommy threads his free hand into Buck's hair and pulls him up by it, up and into a clumsy kiss.

Buck clutches Tommy's shoulders and rides the back-and-forth teetering pleasure between rutting into Tommy's hand and being held fast in a kiss. He sweeps his tongue up the roof of Tommy's mouth and swallows his groan; he fucks into Tommy's fist and loses his breath at the perfect in-and-out slide. Caught between the two, Buck feels scraped raw and primal, instinctive, following what Tommy and his body are telling him feels good. When he comes, he's pulled in two directions, caught between the competing sensations. Tommy pecks sweet little kisses over Buck's lips and wipes his hand on Buck's already-stained jeans. Buck loosens his white-knuckle grip on Tommy's shoulders, knocks their noses together, and grins.

He's just getting started.

[jarofstyles]

i love bffry i wonder how he'd react if she ever called him daddy or they did something like dom/kinky anyways i love how soft and careful he is w her 💕

Oh he would eat that shit UPPPP my friend. He is very careful w her, a simp, so to speak- but he is also very into experimentation. Here is a little example 🤓

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The repetitive slap of skin was one of Harry’s favorite soundtracks to his evenings. He swore he would never be able to properly sit on his couch, take a shower, and eat in his kitchen without thinking about the filth that had taken place at the surfaces.

Sweat beaded on his brow as he watched her ass ripple under the force of his thrusts, her fingers gripping the marble countertop with a tight hand as he moved inside inside of her slick walls. The broken moans fueled his ego and his thrusts, his hand moving from her waist to come down for a spank right across the surface.

A startled hiccup turned into a whimper, her cheek resting on the cool counter as heat bloomed across the skin. She rarely told him that he was the best she ever had, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. She felt safe, secure, hot, and so fucking desired it was ridiculous.

“Fuck, that’s so good Daddy.” She whimpered out, not even realizing what had passed her lips. Harry had jokingly referred to himself as the title many a time with her reaction being an eye roll and slight heat in her belly, not wanting to give into the want… but she couldn’t help it. It had slipped.

Harry’s thrusts shuttered, a deep groan leaving his throat as he reached for her neck, pulling her up. His lips smeared across hers, though the angle was a bit difficult, his thrusts slowing to a deep grind that had her keening against his mouth. Nice and deep, his breathing fanned across her lips. “Fuckin’ finally.” He grit. “Knew you loved it. Pretty girl held out on me for so long… but it’s exactly what you wanted.”

Y/N could be a brat, but that’s part of what he loved about her.

His thrusts increased in speed, Y/N not caring about the strokes of his ego anymore. All she cared about was the feeling of his cock stroking her inside. She was wet, wetter than she had been at his approval and rough grab of her. The spanking, all of it. She couldn’t get enough.

“Again.” He panted against her mouth, feeling her cunt slicker up even more than before. His hand tightened just a bit on her throat.

“Daddy- fuck, keep doing that. Love your cock so much.” She moaned, the feeling of him filling her to the brim each and every thrust a threat to sending her over the edge. “Just like that. Please don’t stop. Just keep- keep giving it to me.”

“I’m not, baby. Daddy’s gonna take good fucking care of his girl.”

[fillinforlater]

Just Testing continues...

(READ THIS FOR CONTEXT LOLOLOL)

He looks like an addict who got another dose injected right into his veins. His hair is wild and all over the place, his eyes unfocused and euphoric, his movements uncoordinated and—he is gone. You follow him quickly, leaving two girls complaining and one in the mannequin-like state from before. Their voices become background noise and then an afterthought when you find yourself in the wide hallway from before.

“You better have something interesting,” you snark when the director excitedly points at the same room you fucked Tiffany’s face in. “You just pulled me out of heaven, this better be good.”

“Well, you might need a towel for this one,” the co-host jokes. 

You enter the room confused at those words. There is no water in it, but what looks like a thick salmon-colored blanket rolled out from one end of the room to the other. You wonder what it might feel like to fuck on this fluffy feather-filled futon, when an unexpected shove on your back reminds you that this is what you are here for.

“What the fuck?” you shout once, then twice on impact. It’s not a futon, more a waterbed filled with something similar to water but definitely not water. Stiff and less comfortable to what you were looking for. This was not in the script. 

“It’s filled with lube,” another familiar girl says. “See?” 

She slams down the pointy end of her heels dangerously close to your crotch and watches the clear, slightly viscous liquid spill out of it. Before you can react to the surprisingly warm lube hitting your skin, she starts to pounce on you, soft fingers not-so-softly wrapped around your throat.

“Yu-Yuri, what the he—st-op that!”

“Make me.”

Like so many girls today, Yuri squats down. However, she is the first to press her clothed pussy onto your cock while boring more holes for lube to spill and shoot out. The more pressure she puts on you, the wetter the surface becomes. 

Your first attempts at freeing yourself are futile, everything is slippery, nothing gives you the stability to get upright. Especially Yuri’s arm, thighs and high boots make your fingers slip again and again while she goes in again and again to attack your chest and shoulder with nibbles and quick bites.

“F-fuck you, you bitch!”

Finally, you get a hold of something. Your hands slip into the openings of Yuri’s white, now see-through bodysuit and with all your might you yank her to the side. More and more lube swells out and now Yuri has trouble getting up. Her heels get stuck in another set of holes and you finally have the upper hand, pinning her back down into the wet mess. 

"You think you got me, huh?" Yuri barks at you, realizing that it's her turn now to lose grip on oily skin. 

"Oh no, I guarantee I got ya."

Spin Yuri round and around in the puddle below her lilith frame, find that her shorts have a conveniently placed zipper on their backside. Open up, press her down, until enough lube has come out to cover her small ass. Inserting will be the easiest part, it's a lot harder to keep the brat down, especially when she suddenly starts swimming in the viscous lake.

“Oh-oh my God, i-it’s so big,” Yuri screams out, clenching around your unstoppable member creeping deeper into her anal cavity. A variety of wet sounds soon fill the microphones and the headphones of horny consumers, who’d love to see more of Yuri’s small, yet perfect bottom. Sadly, she still wears those damn white shorts. At least those with a thing for heels will have the time of their lives. 

“Stop being such a bitch, Yuri,” you groan into her ear, her body firmly trapped beneath you. In the meantime, your hands attempt the impossible task of controlling her slick hair or slicker hands. “If you behave, I’ll make you cum.”

“Y-you can never make me cum!”

“I bet you are already so clo—hey!”

In a moment of pride and distraction by the insanely pleasurable way her asshole narrows and widens, Yuri is able to crawl forward, out of the pit of lube and sweat, onto a flat part of the excessively large waterbed. She did not make it very far, so you reach for her shorts and try to pull her back. However, in an unforeseen twist that will leave everyone satisfied, the shorts come off, slide down Yuri’s legs and get tangled up with her high boots. Yuri tries to escape further, but you basically have her on a leash and easily pull her back into her cage—the pit beneath your body.

“Okay, okay, I give up, don’t hurt me please” Yuri begs and looks at you with wide open eyes. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

“Then be a good girl and scream and cream while Daddy fucks your tight little ass-pussy.”

Woah, where did that come from? Not in the script, but now it’s too late to take it back. Better follow it up with something distracting, no one will notice if you’re playing it cool now. How can they forget about your misuse of the parental replacement word, when Yuri follows your command without fail and even puts in extra effort each time you fill her fully?

“Daddy, yes, Daddy! D-destroy my ass, use it as your hole, I-I’m your—”

A sudden pause, Yuri must be very close.

“Hm? I’m waiting,” you tease her and stop your annihilation of her wrong-but-right hole. 

“I-I’m your slut, Daddy, your pleasure girl! Fuck my ass-pussy—fuck, harder, Daddy, harder!”

Fuck it, this stays in the final cut. Not only because you don’t want to let this lube-filled waterbed idea go to waste, but also because Yuri is the literal definition of a slut for a Daddy. Overused kink or not, they will lap it up like hungry dogs anyways.

Yuri’s moans grow in pitch, in loudness, while her ass grows in tightness. She is riding the edge, while you ride her ass, it has to end somewhere, in absolute bliss. Daddy’s little pleasure girl, a slut fitting for his cock needs to cum violently, or else she isn’t really useful.

“Then cum like a slut!

“Cum for Daddy!”

Yuri still twitches and whines on the red plastic, when you get up and grab a nearby towel to dry yourself. One towel is not enough, you need two, three before you can walk on the smooth tiles without the constant threat of slipping. Ignore the words coming from the co-hosts mouth, something something ‘first time’, something something ‘gentle, careful’, why is he talking so much right now? Nod along and enter a room with an atmosphere cold and uneasy like north kor—the north pole, of course.

“Hi, I’m Sullyoon,” a girl quickly says, barely getting her words louder than a whisper. She stands in the corner of the room, politely smiling at you, but hesitant to get closer. Her legs fidget in place and her fingers rub the plain brown skirt nervously. 

"Hey, no need to hide it," you tell her with a bright grin to ease the tension roaming her body. "You're nervous, I can see it."

"Ye-yeah, a little bit," Sullyoon admits, averting her gorgeous face when you approach her.

"That is completely fine and very understandable. I think everyone feels unsure about their first time."

Gently place a hand on her shoulder. Sullyoon squirms, her feet shuffle closer together, her puppy-like eyes shimmer with uncertainty. Such a great actress.

"We don't have to continue this," you whisper.

"But wouldn't that put you, give you like trouble?" she returns the whisper. "I don't wanna cause problems."

"I should be the least of your concerns, Sullyoon. Think about what you want and don't be ashamed to tell me."

Sullyoon stares down to your semi-erect cock, her finger hesitantly reaching for it. She then looks to the camera, the formerly pale face in a rosy hue.

"I want to try it, I mean, try to put it in my mouth."

"You're cute, Sullyoon, and brave. Just pinch me when things go too far."

"Like this?" she giggles and giggles a bit louder when you hiss and jump at her nails pinching your thigh. Anything to make her feel secure and to lighten the mood.

"Yes, yes, I see you're good at that. Now, how about you try to get down? You can hold onto this… wall for stability."

Sullyoon takes labored breaths when she is eye to eye with your you-know-what. Who can blame here? Its semi-hard state is still enough to dwarf her hand and fill most of her mouth. Sullyoon knows, thus she remains cautious. First, the tip of her tongue on your tip, tickling your slit gently, while you gently pat her head.

"This is nice," you hum slowly.

"Does it really feel good?"

You nod to Sullyoon's innocent question and feel her grow more confident with each lick, until she puckers her lips to let you enter. Instead of bobbing her head up and down like the more experienced actresses, Sullyoon stays motionless, except for her tongue swirling tornado-like.

"Hm, try, try taking more of it," you encourage her, but Sullyoon shakes her head.

"I-I'm scared. C-can you take the lead?"

"Uhm, sure. First, I need you to spit on it."

Sullyoon makes this adorable expression when she gathers water in her mouth, then lewdly unleashes it onto your base, missing most of your shaft.

"Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"No no, just—drool on it. God, you're fucking cute like this."

Rub Sullyoon's cheek. There she goes, trying to hide her embarrassment behind quick actions, but you see right through it. The clear string of drool leaking down her lower lip engulfs your glans, then the rest when you put your shaft inside her.

Well played, all the faux innocence and shyness. Sullyoon is a professional, and like a professional she knows how to struggle while not struggling. Gawk gawk, you could go faster and fuck those plump lips, ruin what might look pure but surely isn't. However, you are supposed to have different plans. 

Don't fuck over the director again, so you slow down a bit and coo to Sullyoon who coughs, coughs, coughs, tears in her orbs, the dozen of times you've seen it today alone. Now you have to pretend to care.

"Everything alright, sweetie?" Play with her pink lips. "You are doing great by the way."

"Thanks. I think you can go harder."

Oh no, who would have thought? This is ridiculous, but they don't need to know. They just have to imagine themselves in your shoes, they are actually the one thrusting, filling a virgin mouth with their girth, and the cute girl loves it. She wants them to take her rougher, claim her; the only one claiming her is you.

Bulge her cheek, a slip up perfect for the camera. It moves from her face to her throat where you bulge again and she gurgles. When a mixture of pre-cum, leftover lube and, of course, Sullyoon's sweet spit land on the lens, you have to cover your mouth to muffle your laughs. Those laughs are suddenly moans, when Sullyoon eagerly sucks faster than you can thrust.

"Oh shit~ Would you look at that, she can do it on her own.

"Quick learner."

Feed into the lies one final time, fondle her dark brown hair one final time, hear her gag one final time—time to leave her tender, warm upper cavern for what you know will be warm too.

"Any other tips for the first blowjob?"

Your co-host’s constant interruptions and unnecessary questions have become stale and almost as annoying as his creepy face peeking in the frame from time to time. In their haze, some might not notice, others on the other hand might get annoyed, so you have to show them how to ignore him. Let’s be honest, they are only here for the testing, so you will give them exactly that.

When the following room was pitched to you, you were excited. When the responsible manager told you the actress they’d like to have for this scene, you became ecstatic. One of your favorites in a cozy room, the temperature meticulously adjusted to the point you can’t feel where your skin ends and the air begins. You don’t walk into the room, you melt into it, becoming one with your surroundings.

“It’s a high pleasure to see you again, Hitomi,” you greet, voice exalted and booming. “I hope you're comfortable and equally excited.”

Hitomi grins cutely, the upper row of her flawless teeth shines white like the snow. She has her head turned to watch you over her shoulders. Her petite frame is bare on the floor which is the right amount warmer than the air to keep the coldest feet warm and her body in heat. 

“I came all the way from Japan for my massage,” she giggles and you lean down to kiss her. Straight on the lips, dive to the cheek, then back on the lips. The two of you have a perfect understanding of the others preferences, so there is nothing that can go wrong. Hitomi is smooth sailing, every part of her body is a feast for your eyes, and you can’t help but show her off. 

“Show me your abs again, please,” you whisper. Hitomi hushes you with a motion, her arms around your nape, her tongue on your lips, her body easy to lift up from the ground. When the short girl is on her feet, you turn her nude body to the camera. Wordlessly, your fingers indicate the perfections: hard abs as mountains and valleys for sweat to run over, almost flat tits with hard nipples in a faint pink, the elegantly trimmed bush above her tight innie. 

“Magnificent, absolutely astonishing.” Your ravishing compliments are cut short by Hitomi getting back into her initial prone position.

“Thank you a lot, darling, but I thought you were here to test me.

“Put it in, pretty please~?”

The significantly shorter japanese girl can grab you and throw you like a ragdoll from one fever dream into the next; you don’t oppose it, you long for it. The way her tiny butt wraps around your enormous length, the way she squeals at first, just to fall into bliss and moan like a cockslut, it’s what you would call greatness. 

Things get even greater when your blurry vision finds the two purple braids on Hitomi’s head. They bounce in the same rhythm as she does, as you do, and with a simple tug they stop. Hitomi gasps, the unexpected pain scaring her. You quickly let go of them, apologetically fucking her asshole faster.

“D-don’t let go. Hold them, pull them!"

Hitomi's chest rises from the ground, her screams not muffled from the heated floor and instead sent to the ceiling. The more your fingers entwine with the braids, the tighter she becomes. This is new, something fresh for your friends-with-benefits relationship. Things will never get boring with Hitomi.

"Her snug hole is good, fuck."

Spread her ass cheeks, spread her legs for the camera to film the penetration. The soft skin tries to milk you, pull you back in and you gladly surrender to another slam, followed by another, and another. 

"This is the best!" Hitomi groans, the only not obscene words in between all her grunts and groans.

"Fuck, it is. The floor, this ass, y-you're too good, I'm so close."

"Time to fulfill your promise." That was not Hitomi’s voice. Who the hell—

"N-Nayeon?!"

Out of nowhere, Nayeon wraps her arm around your throat and forces you to pull out. Your throbbing, swollen, burning cock is about to burst, which is why Nayeon does not waste a second. She gets in position right next to a trembling, sulking Hitomi. Your crotch instinctively turns towards her face, that stupidly gorgeous, slutty face. Her tongue hangs from her lips and like a mindless maniac she jerks you off.

Pain, so much pain. This is what some artists were talking about. Pain and painting are eerily similar, Nayeon's pale face and an empty canvas too. From her temple hidden behind thin strands of gold hair to her pointy chin, your paint brush erupts the watery-white color on her, but as expected, she does not stop there. 

Nayeon rubs your cock from side to side, smearing her entire gleeful face until your knees give out and you stumble backwards into the awaiting arms of a staff member. It's out of the camera's point of view, so luckily the footage isn't ruined by your ugly, breathless expression, though Nayeon's game is not yet over.

"Thank you for keeping your promise~"

"What, what pro-mise?" you stutter.

"Don't you remember?" Nayeon pouts. "Last time you creamed my pussy and afterwards told me you'd have some for my face soon. Does ‘Beverly Hills mansion’ ring a bell?"

"Ah… I guess… yeah."

She is oblivious to you dying under her semen-glazed nose. You know she is not the last, there is still a way to go until you can finally rest, but how? It's impossible, you can barely move, your loins are on fire, your mouth is dry—

A bucket of cold water. Dunk your head in it, lap some of the life-saving elixir, cool off the roaring fire on your skin. A close call, Nayeon made you go up in flames and she is ready to do it again. Your eyes have been purified by the clean water, just for Nayeon to dirty them again. She collects some of your seed from her soft features with two fingers and quickly shoves them into Hitomi’s ass. The japanese girl whimpers when Nayeon doesn’t stop drilling it deep down.

“U-unnie~!”

The way she smacks Hitomi’s ass with the back of her hand while blowing bubbles with the cum dripping into her mouth is a dagger. Your mind goes blank. Someone somehow shoves a blue pill in your mouth. The camera is oblivious to what you do, still focusing on Nayeon. She fingers, she licks, she hums, all for the fans, all for Hitomi to not go without her fair share of pleasure. 

In the hallway is a table. Two members of staff sprint away when you sprint towards it, eager to test the extraordinary effects of the pill. They have just brought in the table, unfortunately the test object is still missing. She is still backstage, still on her phone, still dressed for crying out loud. Step through wires and confused stylists, slap the phone out of her hand, she yelps.

“Hey, what are you—wait, huh?”

A perk of your Asia Tour: all the girls are small and light. The same goes for this one, you easily pick her up and place her down on the table. Her hips instinctively rise up, you can unbuckle her belt and get rid of her gray denim shorts. 

“Okay what the fuck is this?” you growl at her and reach in between the voluptuous buttocks and pull at a red thong.

“I thought you’d like it,” the girl sulks and wiggles her trunk seductively.

“I’d like it if it was the same color as this.”

‘This’ is Chaeryeong’s ass. ‘This’ gets a harsh spank that wakes up the camera crew from their Nayeon-Hitomi-induced trance. They run over to film Chaeryeon’s blissful face as you beat her ass violently, changing up your hands and targets until it’s red all over. Not necessarily the crimson red of her thong, but it will do. Pull it aside to find her desperate, delicious-looking hole, begging to be stretched. 

Chaeryeong’s dazed eyes shoot wide open when you widen the circumference of her ring with your cock, hammering away with the same unrelenting force you hit her ass with. The table creaks and sways, definitely not made for this, but for the sake of science you won’t stop turning it into plywood.

“Stupid bitch with a fat ass!”

That was her scream, and she is goddamn right. Every moan by Chaeryeong and every gasp from behind the scenes further encourages you to break through. Don’t worry about her butt, it’s thorough usage can be seen in all kinds of amateur and professional videos. Don’t worry about the table either, you're just testing its durability. When the first wooden leg begins to splinter, you know it’s over.

“Verdict,” you growl through gritted teeth grinding the great depths of Chaeryeong’s rectum. “An absolute failure.”

“Yes!” she screams, holding onto the table’s edge for fake stability. “I’m useless, just a trunky butt for people to breed!”

“No, not you, the damn tabl—”

Right on que, the wooden structure breaks in two, three, more and more pieces. At this point you might as well beat Chaeryeong’s ass on the marble floor, it’s natural coldness could heal the sore parts a bit. She seems to be the person who is the most opposed to this however. Her hole sucks you back in, telling you to annihilate it and Chaeryeong’s vocal cords until the next scene starts.

“Don’t stop hitting it, I deserve it!” Chaeryeong babbles. “Break me like the table!”

You find yourself in a dilemma: On one hand you could do this all day, the continuous pump and smack, on the other hand you fear for both your and her health. Your hands and her ass have the same burning red color, they need a rest, some distance from each other. The clacks of plastic shoes save you from this addictive, yet dangerous session.

“Enough Chaery—” Sakura complains in a stern, sexy voice. “—more cherry.”

You watch intently as Sakura gets in position. You did not notice her carrying a glass bowl of fresh cherries as well as a bottle of spray cream, both of which she places down before her. In the crouching position, her pink miniskirt made of wool hugs her slender body perfectly, the checkered crop-top meanwhile forms a contrast as it makes her chest look extra big with its bagginess. 

Sakura reaches for two of the cherries, fully ignoring you approaching her and leaving behind a mewling Chaeryeong, ready for more. You can’t give the horny brunette more, she had her turn with you, though there seems to be someone willing to relieve her remaining horniness. 

“Hold still.”

Tiffany. Where did she come from? She must have teleported behind Chaeryeong, pushing aside some of the rubble to get her face up close with the younger girl's ass. She puts her nose on the gaped hole and accompanies her tongue brushing over Chaeryeong’s slit with an echoing slap to her bottom.

“Hey, keep your eyes on me!” Sakura angrily whispers, but it’s hard to oblige her. To get you back into the scene, she has to go all out. Both cherries find their way to her sweet lips. They have a very similar, though be it a bit darker color, and they engulf the fruits. Sakura pulls off the stems, then roughly pulls your cock closer to her mouth. 

You surrender to her idea. The woman in her legendary golden hair is well-known to take the lead. After some adjusting, you find your tip disappearing into Sakura’s mouth, her cheeks bulging from the inside thanks to the cherries resting in each of them. You feel the firm skin of the fruits press down on the sides of your member, an astonishingly different sensation from everything that happened before. 

“Oh fuck,” you groan in bliss.

“Oh fuck!” Chaeryeong screams in lust. You can’t help but turn your head and look over your shoulder as Tiffany rams a strapon into her Dongsaengs awaiting butthole. 

Sakura’s hands reach for your butt, mercilessly digging her nails into the skin and forcing you further down her throat. You meet her angry, tearfilled orbs as she gags on your erection. Throw your head back. The cherries have your base in a tight choke-hold, sort of like a cock ring. 

“F-fuck, I’m sorry, Sa-Sakura,” you apologize. “I did not know y-you were into foodplay.”

Not only your member, also the two fruits fall out of Sakura’s mouth when she backs off. The heavy coughing does not prevent her from catching them. Full of concern you want to reach down, but suddenly her fingers craze your balls.

“Put them in your mouth and shut up.”

Take the two red, fruity objects and follow her instructions. Sakura pulls up the bottle of spray cream and rapidly shakes it up and down. Something something ‘can you do that to my cock, please?’ but you can’t say that, unless you have a death wish. A few seconds later, Sakura aligns the tip of the bottle with your base and sprays a perfectly straight line of whipped cream up to your tip. It’s freezing cold, you hiss and accidentally bite into the juicy flesh of the cherries.

You have a taste, Sakura has a taste. She slurps the white treat off of your cock, licks up the remnants with a quick deepthroat and immediately goes to repeat the process. This time, your more sensitive underside gets attacked by the coldness of the cream and then the hotness of her mouth and the strong slurps of her lips. You start to chew—hopefully Sakura does not. 

“Delicious. Finally, your dick tastes good.”

“E-excuse me?”

“I said—shut up! Who told you to eat those cherries?”

In her anger, Sakura spills some of the cream on her crop top. 

“Ah fuck. All because of you, you stupid moron!”

“S-sorry…”

Sakura sighs and pops open the two buttons holding the crop top together. The handful of her breast looks ready to be glazed and licked, but instead of her cherry-red nippled you bite on cherry-red cherries.

“At least make yourself useful.”

Sakura opens her mouth wide. She sends lots and lots of white stuff into it; not the kind of white stuff you’d like her to eat, but the way she fills her mouth with whipped cream looks insanely hot. The moment she is finished you put your cock up to the stuffed cavern and fuck into it. 

Like an avalanche, the cream topples down to Sakura’s chest, hitting her nubs, making her squirm. This elegant woman has never looked messier. She is certainly no stranger to weird, chaotic shoots, but never has her mouth been such an overflowing, dirty hole. Sakura chokes up some more when you finally reach the hot back of her throat, launching cream all over your crotch. 

This surely must be the finale, the last scene, because you need to clean up, need to take a break from it all. The final shot of Sakura’s face as you groan her name should be enough, an excellent fit for a thumbnail. It alone would sell a hundred-thousand copies, therefore no need for anymore, just please say cut!

“Here, you’ll need it.” Your co-host hands you a couple of wet wipes.

“What for?” you respond, the mask of acting not on your face, just exhaustion.

“The next test, of course.” He points to the far end of the hallway, the room next to the mirrors. “There is one more bed, one more person, I think you remember her?

“It was your idea, after all.”

“Mina.”

A nod. 

“Clean yourself, would be a pain in the ass for her if you didn’t, hehe.”

You might not have any other choice, but he definitely could have worded that better or not at all. However, it’s probably not on camera anyways because everyone’s eyes have switched back to Tiffany and Chaeryeong. The older has one leg of the younger on her shoulder while roughly penetrating the tight hole in a standing position. Chaeryeong’s sticky hands try to balance her numb body on the wall behind her, leaving her more vulnerable to the thrusts and consequentially, screaming louder than ever.

This is your chance to sneak away, and you take it. The best for your spent, hurt cock would be to flee the set altogether, but with only one more girl remaining, separating you from glory and a sweet, sweet paycheck, you decide to get it over with. In Mina’s room, the smell of a freshly washed bed and of a rose petal perfume pulls the brakes on your hastiness. You come to a halt, in awe at what’s before you.

“Hey~” Mina coos when she lifts her gorgeous face from the white sheets in which it was buried. She stretches her arms out and you see her eye-lashes flutter quickly.

“Have you been sleeping?” you ask her with a chuckle.

“Just dozing. Believe it or not, this bed is probably the best I have ever laid in.”

Inch closer and lean down to her face as Mina bites her lips and tugs away the blonde, no, golden hair behind her cute ears. Though it’s just as bright as the pillows, blankets and the metal frame of the bed, her hair still has the biggest contrast to it all. Mina’s pale skin and white, oversized shirt camouflage her very well. 

“I’d love to make a cringe joke out of what you just said, but to be honest, I don’t want to hear them anymore. It’s been a long day.”

“Aw, I really wanted you to follow it up with the ‘get laid’, but nevermind. Where is the camera?”

“It will be here in a second. We should get ready—only if you are really, really certain, one-hundred percent positive though.”

Mina rolls her eyes and rubs your abs tenderly, gasping at the sweat and the remnants of other liquids on them.

“You sound like your manager. I signed the papers, all the agreements and contracts and the other bullshit. Usually, boys don’t ask ten times before they go for it.”

“Understandable, with that ass of yours.”

“I knew you’d get it.” 

Mina pulls the hem of her shirt up to expose her round, juicy ass to you. Reach over to it and fondle it while you walk around the bed behind her. Hasty steps echo through the hallway, the crew must be on their way. In the last seconds of uninterrupted intimacy, you nuzzle down to Mina’s ear while your cock is already trapped in between her cheeks. 

“Congrats on debuting. Everyone will see that your pure-looking face and bubble-butt were made for porn.”

Your final growl leaves Mina trembling, her ass jiggles, her orbs find the lense of an unsteady camera peeking through the door. Triumphantly, you wave the cameraman over to you. He takes deep breaths, keeps the camera focused on Mina’s body, so you can start the final testing session.

“We’ve seen so much today,” you announce with your best impression of a CEO giving a year-end speech. “Too many crazy ideas, crazy girls—it’s time to get back to the fundamentals. A bed, simple and comfortable and a woman, pretty and horny. Nothing more,—”

You spread Mina’s cheeks apart, spit on the beautiful tight ring and find the perfect angle to get inside her. 

“—nothing less.”

Repeat what you have done fourteen damn times today. You can use flattering words, exquisite or humorous remarks, suddenness or gracefulness, in the end it’s all hard buttfucking. They are here for it, seeing a huge ass ripple, a beautiful girl moan, a cock move in and out—as long as the neuron activation hits, they won’t be able to resist it. 

“Isn’t she the one and only acceptable pick for this bed?” you ask the audience as Mina’s ecstatic moans bounce off the walls. “The right color scheme, the same scent, similar addictiveness to use it—her—every night. Only the sheets have to get a bit more ruffled like her hair.”

Your fingers run through Mina’s angelice locks, making her raise her chin high towards the viewer's point of view. She is looking right into their soul, their tired, horny, blissful eyes of envy and adoration, whatever is left of them. They don’t need to be inside her tight ass, she can wring them dry with her allure alone. 

“How do you like your first on-cam cock, Mina?”

“It’s big—it’s so damn good, fuck.”

Grab Mina’s slutty little waist and pick up the pace. She digs her teeth into the sheets to muffle the loud noises from her mouth for whatever reason—it’s an amateur mistake. Everyone is too focused on her bottom anyways, especially you as your testing of her depth continues with a new-found final spurt of stamina. 

“The platonic ideal for a non-platonic relationship; a good fucking bed for a good fucking.” Your voice cracks, falls silent afterwards. The last seconds are nothing but pants and firm claps of skin on skin. Mina’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her slit leaks juices onto the bed. Thrusts, pumps, twitches, it all comes to an end in a gaping hole whose neediness mirrors that of Chaewon’s, Chaeryeon’s, Hitomi’s…

There you go. You did it, you fucking bastard. Fall unconscious as the director shouts ‘cut’, your life has to end right on cue. It’s ironic, the audience will only notice you throughout the video; what happens afterwards is irrelevant. You are basically dead. 

You are basically dead—unless some of the porn sites freeze and the poor, horny soul has to stare at it forever until regretfully smashing their device to bits, never daring to repair it. Oh no, they might have to admit to watching porn to some random repairman, how scandalous. 

You are scandalous, holding onto a pillow at night, wishing for someone to be there for more than mere sex. Although you love doing it and could do it all the time, there is no love in it. Even a robotic, seemingly heartless sex machine like you wants some love, some cuddles, some kisses—

“Where is this pretentious buffoon?”

“Yeah, I want to beat his ass as well; idiot thinks he can just cum on me and leave, ts.”

“I’ll put him out of his misery after the two of you are done.”

Three women stand in the frame of the door. Befitting of her character, Wonyoung was the first to speak to you and is currently the first to climb onto the bed. Her thin body is once again wrapped in the black suit, but her fabulous legs are on full display and kick you down into the mattress as she towers over you.

The second to speak was Seungyeon, who utters more and more complaints while getting closer to the bed until Wonyoung hushes her with a deadly glare. From then on, Seungyeon focuses on showing you her reserved anger in a different way: she uses both hands to press your chest down and immobilize you fully. 

The last to speak was Tiffany. She pays you no mind, instead sitting down next to the still dazed Mina and carefully pats the younger’s head. Strange, she is never this wholesome with you, but with a newbie like Mina it’s no problem? Maybe she really wants to put you out of your misery today.

“Wh-what is happening?” Mina asks, utterly confused as she watches you staring at Seungyeon’s bare tits swinging right over your face. “I thought the shoot was over.”

“Oh it is, sweetie,” Tiffany smiles, while Wonyoung goes to stroke your dick with both her hands and slowly crouches down towards it. “We are just testing.”

“Testing what?”

“Testing when this imbicel’s heart will stop from cumming too much.”

“Won-Wonyoung, please, no!”

Your plea goes unheard—it’s on tape nonetheless. 

Fin

(A/N3: Thank you for reading this mess!)

[madmilkproductionplant]

NSFW POST!! MINORS DNI‼️‼️

notable things i guess: restraints, object insertion, light pain, scout is surprised but certainly not disappointed, scout is transmasc

RED Scout bonks BLU Medic with his baseball bat one too many times, and the doc is sick of it.

Sometimes I get... carried away, I guess, with my bat. I love the metallic sound it makes when it cracks a skull, and the adrenaline rush from getting so close to the enemy is unmatched. I guess I got a little too cocky with my baseball bat in this particular battle, though, and I pissed off the definitely-not-super-cute BLU Medic. Instead of just killing me, the enemy doctor grabs me and drags me, kicking and spluttering, into a secluded room in a deserted area of the base.

I’m helpless against his muscular arms as he yanks my belt off and uses it to tie my hands behind my back. “I’m going to teach you a lesson about using zat bat too much,” he growls in my ear. I consider biting him or asking what the big idea is, but before I can do either he’s thrown me facedown over a desk and roughly yanked my pants down around my knees.

I’m lightheaded from his rough treatment and just starting to register what’s happening when I feel something teasing at my entrance. A thick, rubber-clad finger slips inside me, then a second one, and I can’t help but moan pathetically. He’s holding my head down with his other hand so I can’t see what he’s doing, but from the obscene sounds his fingers make as they start to pump in and out of me I can tell I’m already soaking wet. I’m long past caring whether I’m caught with someone from BLU, and hey, both Medics are undeniably hot.

I watch the smooth desk surface cloud up from my desperate gasps and whines as the other team’s Medic stretches me out. “Does zat feel good, hure?” Medic asks me, speeding up his movements. “Yeah- oh, shit, god, yeah it does doc- fuuuuck…” is all I can get out, since he’s just started hitting some very sensitive spots.

After what I consider to be far too short a time, the fingers stop moving and slide out. The hand holding my head leaves too, and I barely have time to mumble my lust and confusion before I feel something much, much larger at my entrance. And it’s cold.

Oh god… my bat.

Shit.

Medic hums, seemingly from indecision, and then I hear clothing rustling, a plasticky click, then a wet squirting noise. Thank god, I think, lube. the bat returns to my hole, significantly slicker this time, and slowly but inexorably starts pushing inside me. Even with his preparation, the stretch is painful and my hips jerk away. He pins my waist down with one unnervingly strong hand and keeps pushing, and pushing, and pushing.

The stretch of the unforgiving metal is like nothing i’ve ever felt. Medic stills for a moment, shifts, and moves his free hand from my waist to my cock and starts jerking it. Gentle, short strokes, just how my own Medic always makes me come. Tears of pleasure and pain roll down my cheeks as what’s left of my mind leaks out of my cunt.

I feel the tip of the bat brush my cervix and yelp. It stops, then starts backing out, a little faster this time. Then in again, faster still, and back out, again and again and again. If I wasn’t weeping from pleasure I’d laugh at the absurdity. The BLU Medic is fucking me with my own weapon, in the middle of a battle, and worse, I like it. Even worse, I’m starting to feel like I’m going to come.

I guess Medic notices my rapidly approaching orgasm, because he leans in until he’s right on top of me, crushing me into the desk’s surface with his heavy chest, still pumping the bat into me. He smells like blood and sweat and heat, and it makes me harder than ever.

“Do you like being held down and fucked with your own bat? Isn’t it humiliating, being such a slut for ze enemy?” I can barely manage a breathy “Yeah,” but he wants more. He yanks my head up by the hair and forces me to look directly into those gorgeous icy blue eyes. “Yes, Doctor,” he snarls. My face burns hotter than the New Mexico sun as I whimper out “Y- yes, Doctor.”

He lets go of my hair, practically laying on top of me as he goes to work with the bat and his fingers, stroking and fucking me until the intensity is almost too much. “Doc, doc, i’m gonna come, please doc, make me come-“ I gasp, getting closer by the second. I feel his hot breath on my ear.

“Come for me, liebling, come all over your own bat like ze slut you are.” I can’t disobey that voice. I practically scream as I clench hard around my weapon and my body is wracked with shudders. His hands gradually slow and then stop as my orgasm passes and my brain starts to come back online.

He slides the bat out of me, briskly unties my hands, and dresses my limp body. I can barely wipe my nose and push my sweaty hair out of my face before he’s pushing my slick-covered bat back into my hands, giving me a businesslike kiss right on the lips, and chirping “Next time, bring ze RED medic too! We’ll both have fun with you!” as he strides out the door and back into battle.

As my jelly-like legs stop quivering and I drag myself out the door, there’s only one thought in my head.

I have got to use my bat more often.

[okminer07]

A Match Beyond Measure Pt 9

Cecilia froze. They were going there?! Where she worked, where her friends work, friends who were the ones who had set this all up but had no idea. Friends who knew her, and knew about her nerves. What the hell would they think if they saw her with a giant? She could already imagine Rebecca's reaction who had always made sure Cecilia never had to interact with their few giant patrons and had once flown off the rails when one man had made an unsavory comment towards her.  

As they neared, her mind groped for an excuse, reason, or anything to make him turn around. 

“Why uh…  a-are we g-going there?” 

She flinched as Garret’s hand raised slightly as he shrugged, “Well, like I said, it’ll serve both of us, though I’ve never been to a human run place, anything I should know?” 

“I uh– uh” Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, “Y-you’re p-planning to pay with Lumins right?” Lumins, was the currency that was primarily used by giants. When the two species at first integrated, there had been some trouble when it came to money and purchasing power between the two. When it came to buying food for example, giants required much more. At the cafe, drinks made for giants would cost hundreds if not thousands of dollars, and no paycheck could support that. So, giants were paid in Lumins. Cecilia didn’t know the exact conversion ratio but those drinks prices when converted to Lumins was just as it was a regular drink, only it would be in Lumins, not dollars.

“Yeah, why?” 

“I t-think it would be easier if w-we ordered separately, m-make it easier on the employees. I’ll h-head inside while someone w-will come out and get your order. Does that….. Make sense?” please say yes, please say yes. 

Garret thought for a moment, before nodding, “Yeah sure, that does sound easier. Hang on.” Suddenly, Cecilia felt as if her stomach was flung up her throat as his palm began to descend down to the ground. Once they stopped, she opened her eyes (having closed them once again) to see that they were standing in the parking lot right outside the cafe. 

Cecilia, unable to stop her body from trembling, scooted her way to the edge of his palm before letting herself fall to the ground. It was an odd sensation, going from being on a surface that felt like a heated mattress only slicker, that sunk slightly with each move you made, to solid, still ground.  

She looked up, only to regret it instantly as she watched Garret unfold his towering form until he was back to standing at his full height, the outline of his figure growing dark as it blocked out the sun. Cecilia began backing away, turning and playing it off like she was just heading towards the cafe, no other reason. 

“I’ll meet you back out here, okay?” she held up a thumbs up before quickening her pace towards the front doors. 

Maybe none of them will be working today. Maybe they won’t even be here to ask about anything. This hope was immediately dashed when she slipped through the glass doors and caught sight of a familiar face. 

Sean, currently at the cash register at the ready, looked up, his eyes landing on Cecilia. He was their manager, though he was the youngest one that worked there. Many had taken to calling him Swan, his blonde hair extremely bright and feathered, his eyes black and beady. Though, he’d never expressed that he hated the nickname. Everyone knew, if he did, they would never hear the end of it.  

A pleasant yet confused smile appeared on his face, “Cecilia, what are you doing here? Thought you said you weren’t going to be in today.”  

“I uh- that’s right. But I thought I'd grab some lunch here. Gotta put that employee discount to good use” she plastered on a fake smile. Sean eyed her, curiously. 

“You look a little…. Frazzled. What’ve you been up to?” 

She continued to awkwardly smile, “Oh, just some uh, errands.” 

“Is that Cecilia?” she hadn’t noticed her before, but drawn over by another familiar voice, she saw Maddie, sitting behind the counter, looking up from her phone. 

Sean groaned in her direction, “Now you’re paying attention I see.” 

All he got in response was a scoff. Maddie was an interesting sort to Cecilia. She always had on an outfit that looked like it had taken ten minutes to plan out along with hair and makeup to boot. She had in the past expressed her desire to take Cecilia over to her place and do her up in the same way but she had always declined, never having a reason to get all done up.  

Looking back down at her phone, Maddie continued to address Cecilia, “Whatcha doing here?”  

“I-” 

“She just said she came here for lunch. Speaking of which, why don’t you get off your ass and help with that” said Sean, his glare fading as he turned to Cecilia, “What can I get you?” 

Cecilia quickly waved her hand, “Oh, you don’t have to make anything, I was just planning to grab something quick. Are there any croissants left?” 

“Sure thing, let me just-” he was cut off suddenly when the ground beneath them shook. Sean strained to peer outside the window before he turned to face the back “Hey Becky! Got a big guy waiting outside!” he called. 

Oh great, so everyone’s here, thought Cecilia as Rebecca poked her head out from the back. 

“Are you serious? And they didn’t call ahead? Damn it! Everyone does that” Rebecca was quite an intimidating woman. She was quite tall, having for the longest time worn her hair in an afro which only made her look taller. As of late however, she had started brushing it out and braiding it into dreadlocks with a few streaks of pink thrown in. She always carried herself with a confidence that seemed well earned, she was quite pretty, or in her boyfriend’s words: sexy as all hell. She grumbled to herself as she stepped out, her angry visage falling when she caught sight of Cecilia, “Hey, what are you doing here?” she frowned, glancing outside, “Actually nevermind, I’ll go take care of that. Be back in a minute.” 

Cecilia nervously watched Rebecca walk out the door before turning back to Sean, “Oh right, croissant, “ he stepped over to the display case which held all their pastries and sandwiches. As he began to put on his gloves, he smirked up at her, “So…….” 

“So what?” 

“How’d it go?” 

She tensed, but tried to look like she had no idea what he was talking about, “How did what go?” 

Maddie scoffed, “Come on, you know what we’re talking about. How did your date go last night?”  

“Oh uh, right. That” she averted her gaze, internally freaking out. This was exactly what she was scared of. What was she supposed to say, “It went….. It went well.” 

Sean raised a practically invisible eyebrow at her, “It went well?” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s all you’re going to tell us? That it went well. Come on, give us a little bit more.”  They both stared at her expectantly. 

“I- I don’t know what else to say other than it went well.” 

“Where’d you end up going?” asked Maddie. 

“Some uh…. Some burger place. Can’t remember the name.”  

“Uh huh, and what do you mean when you say ‘it went well’?’ Sean had grabbed the tongs and had fished her out a croissant. 

Cecilia shrugged, fumbling with her hands, “I don’t know. It was just fine.” 

“Just fine?” said Maddie. 

Sean had bagged up her croissant and had gone back to the register to ring it up. Cecilia used that as an excuse to fall quiet as she dug in her pockets and pulled out her wallet. After she swiped and paid, she went to grab the bag but Sean snatched it up and held it away from her.

“Seriously, what happened? What was Garret like? Did you like him? Did he like you?” 

“I uh- uh-” 

Suddenly, the front doors were thrown open. All three of them turned to see Rebecca, stepping inside, staring dumbfounded at Cecilia. 

“The hell’s wrong with-” started Maddie before she was interrupted by Rebecca marching towards them.

“What is going on?”Cecilia tried to look innocent, like she was just as in the dark as the other two as Rebecca approached her. 

“W-what are you talking about?” 

Rebecca crossed her arms, glancing over at Maddie and Sean, “Has she told you anything?” 

Sean and Maddie shook their heads, both now intently listening. Cecilia shrunk away as Rebecca turned back to her. “You know what just happened?” 

She shook her head. 

“What’s got you all worked up?” asked Sean. 

Rebecca jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, “I just went out to take that guy’s order and-” 

“You still mad he didn’t call in advance?” jeered Maddie, smirking. 

“No! Well yes but that’s not what I’m talking about. I went out there, and couldn’t help but think he looked familiar. 

“So…. one of your regulars who didn’t call in advance, that sucks” said Cecilia, working off of what Maddie had said, getting more jittering by the second.

Rebecca continued as if she hadn’t heard her, “I took his order, and when I asked for a name, I realized why he looked familiar” she suddenly hurried behind the counter, “Maddie, let me see your phone.” 

She scoffed, “No way.” 

“Fine, Sean” she held her hand out. Sean hurriedly dug his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Rebecca ignored him as she began doing something on his phone. Cecilia held her breath as she watched. 

“Look here,” she shoved the phone under Sean’s nose. Maddie hurried over and peered over his shoulder, “What does that say his name is?” 

“Rebecca, why do you have Garret’s profile pulled up?” asked Sean. Rebecca pointed at him. 

“Right, Garret’s his name. The guy we had Cecilia chat with.” 

Maddie groaned, “Yeah yeah, we remember. Was actually asking her about that before you-” 

“You know what that guy said his name was? That giant?” she emphasized the word giant, “He said his name was Garret!” 

At that moment, Cecilia just wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole. To her slight relief however, both Sean and Maddie chuckled. 

“This some kind of joke or are you just being paranoid?” 

“Yeah Becky, there are a lot of people named Garret. It’s sort of a common name.” 

Rebecca groaned, “You’re not listening to me!” she jabbed a finger at the front door, “That guy looks just like this Garret”. 

“Now I know you're joking,” said Sean, “Like Cecilia would even go near a giant, let alone get to know one.” 

Cecilia went rigid at the mention of her name. She tried once again to look as confused and amused as the other two when she was really debating whether it would be a good idea to just turn around and book it for the door.

“Go see for yourselves! It looks just like him.”  

Maddie raised an eyebrow and scoffed. Sean however, stared at her for a moment, before shrugging and beginning to make his way out from behind the counter. Cecilia, feeling glued to the floor, watched in horror as he began making his way over to the front door.

[divine-misfortune]

Phantom getting on T and having the most sensitive Tdick that he can't help but rut against his pillows and whine because he's so horny but so sensitive the only thing that gives him relief that isn't overstimulating is rolling his hips against his nice plush pillows

Phantom's sure he's tried it all. Toys, fingers, other people's fingers, mouths...All of it is too much, too overwhelming. Enough that he's wincing and jerking away at the first, slightest touch. Just being bent over and fucked into is enough to make him writhe sometimes. His partner's heavy balls slapping against skin, so much as brushing his clit in the motion, can draw a good yelp out of him. Direct stimulation more often than not wrings a few tears from his eyes, and yes there are days where he'll let Swiss hold his legs apart and lavish his dick with fleeting kitten licks till he's outright weeping, but that's not something he wants daily.

It's frustrating.

His body is wracked with these hormones that want nothing more than to be satiated. Phantom wants that too. He does, he wants to ease away the ache in his belly long enough to feel like a damn person instead of rolling around in his bed all day helplessly squeezing his thighs together. Everything has him worked up, a stiff breeze can get him dripping in his boxers if he's not careful. Hell, even the seam of his jeans shifting a certain way can send all his blood rushing south. No better than some horny teenager.

But he finds it on accident.

Shifting restlessly in his bunk, too aware of the sweltering heat of June - even with the air conditioner on, he was surely burning up. A warmth that stretched to every inch of his body. Tangled in his sheets from the hours of tossing and turning, Phantom once again tried to roll over and face the wall but the bedding twisted between his legs. Bunched between his thighs, the slightest bit of pressure, in sight of the line of too much but far away from not enough. He can't help but chase the feeling with tentative rolls of his hips, and while the sensation is bliss, it lacked. A balled up pile of sheets squished between his legs, the angle isn't what he needs. It shifts too much with him, not stable enough to find a pace.

His arms wrap tighter around his pillow, a low sound of annoyance blooming in him but it doesn't make it to the surface. He paused, breathing shakily as he gave his pillow a little experimental squish.

Phantom fumbled in the tight space, only knocking his head into the bunk above him once. He could feel his dick twitching impatiently as he tried to rearrange himself, yearning for that little bit of delicious friction again.

He surely looked pitiful, straddling his pillow and trying to hide his face in his mattress. Hips arched, shirt hiked up over his chest, rocking his weight back onto his knees like he was riding cock. One hand was occupied covering his mouth - smothering his breathing as it grew heavier, the other pinching and plucking at his nipples. Phantom felt his sleep shorts growing slicker and slicker steadily, starting to soak through the fabric and onto his pillow the longer he humped against it. He knew his shameful scent would cling to the damn thing for days and the thought made his mouth water in some strange way.

He doesn't last long, Phantom had no intentions of making anything last. Relief was there and he was focused on chasing it.

His hips stuttered, frantic movements all but cut short in an instant. Nails digging into his cheek, he cums with a barely muffled sob that Phantom prayed nobody was awake to hear. Sweat beading at his brow, legs shaking, he collapsed boneless onto his side.

Heavy eyed, he breathed a laugh and pulled the pillow back between his thighs. Too tired to hump against it any further, he revels in the pressure of it snug against his cunt as sleep finally draws him in.

[bogglebabbles]

🌻🌻🌻

Thank you, Fish!! <3 Since you gave me three, I will tell you three things.

Thing the First: an effective and decently cheap cat litter option is wood pellets. The kind you get for wood-stoves/furnaces. Where I live, a 40lb bag costs about 7 dollars (CAD), it absorbs the smell better than traditional litter, and anecdotally from my experience, it makes my cats sneeze way less than even the 'dust-free' litters. 10/10 highly recommend, especially if you have multiple cats and burn through litter real fast.

Thing the Second: an easy way to clean cat towers or other fuzzy structures that animals shed on is to take one of those de-shedding pet brushes (or a slicker brush, that's what I use), and brush the surface all over. No need for fancy vacuum attachments.

Thing the Third: if you like the condensed tomato soup that requires a can of water mixed in with it, but want something creamier, substitute the water for a can of milk. This was my Autistic Meal Of Choice for a good three months back in the day.

[nitrosodiumequilibriumproject]

Games with a UI that links to my ideas

I'm not really sure what I'd consider linking to my ideas. A psuedo-neon aesthetic? An infinite runner? I guess we'll see.

Yeah, I am analyzing Subway Surfers. It and games like it were among my biggest inspirations for Sweat Pursuit, but I couldn't get the perspective right on Scratch, so I went for a side-on view instead. The UI is actually somewhat minimalist, round-edged translucent black boxes with white text on top. It's a pretty good design, nice and readable, while not blending into the background.

Here is Angry Gran Run: Turkey Edition, another one of my inspirations. The UI is a lot more tangible this time around, being comprised of boxes, either with a blue light corona texture or a brown wood texture. Your distance and coins are shown, as well as the current Bingo keyword (a holdover from Subway Surfers, I'd imagine) at the top. This game uses a coin-multiplier system that I don't really understand - I think it's just a float var that, when it reaches a certain level, increases the end-of-level multiplier.

Doom isn't exactly the most direct comparison to Sweat Pursuit on a surface level - then again, it's a fast-paced game utilising both 3D space and spritework, with a complex set of maths calculations at its core, so maybe it is. The UI is what I want to focus on. It's a big bar with the various numbers placed across it. It's basic, but a little obtrusive, which is why re-releases changed it up.

As you can see, far less obtrusive, though it lacks the bulky charm of the original HUD. That one actually resembles the original Sweat Pursuit one considerably well.

There's not much of a comparison to Sonic, except both games are fast. As you can see, the three key variables are shown in yellow, to contrast with the primarily darker environment. It looks alright, but it's nothing special. The black outlines of the text help to distinguish it from the background further.

--

Obviously, in a game where things are moving very quick, and your reflexes need to be on point, things need to be relatively readable at a glance. Specifically in first-person shooters, I've been seeing a transition from the tried-and-true "numbers in the corners" formula to a sort of "racecar" UI, where all the information you need is right on your crosshair. It's an interesting idea and part of a very visible push to quicker, slicker FPS games. Obviously, Sweat Pursuit isn't an FPS, but this whole tangent does relate to making a good HUD. I'll probably just re-use the Scratch HUD, but make the background translucent like it is in Subway Surfers.

[breedaboyd]

28 with Klaber >:)

Prompt: "You talk too much. Maybe I should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up."

Pairing: Eli Klaber × FTM!OC!Reader.

Word Count: 557.

A/N: Not entirely true to the prompt and I guess this is technically an '× reader' thing because it's in second person but it's told from Stephan's (one of my OCs) POV. I figured this would be a fun insight into the rocky period when Klaber first joined and how he gets on Stephan's nerves, all while being just the most breedable, little twunk Stephan's ever laid his eyes on.

Klaber's attitude had always been fiery and unyielding. Back in Kentucky, he'd been used to being the one who called the shots, who challenged authority without flinching. But here, in Voller's world, things are different. And, as he squares off with you, he realises that the dynamics he was accustomed to no longer hold the same power.

As you stand-off in the hotel room, your gaze locks onto Klaber. From the moment you laid your eyes on him, you sensed a certain reckless energy about him and it's clear he's not shy about expressing himself. His mouthiness and rude demeanour towards Voller — something you've never tolerated — grates on your nerves.

"Easy, now." You remark, your voice dripping with a mix of amusement and irritation. "This isn't Kentucky anymore and you're not dealing with the same kind of bosses." The blonde's baby-blue eyes narrow, his lips twisting into a defiant smirk.

"I don't need some fancy, city-slicker doctor telling me how things work." He bites back and you see the way his eyes shine with aggression. Oh, he's a feisty one. You step closer, the tension between you two crackling in the air.

"You talk too much, Klaber. Maybe you need someone to shut your mouth for you before you say something you'll regret." You retort, your tone cool and collected, as you raise a brow suggestively. Klaber's cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and something else crossing his features.

"I can handle myself just fine, old man." He barks, bravado still intact. A wry smile tugs at your lips.

"Oh, I have no doubt about that, what with that itchy trigger finger of yours." You reply smoothly. "But it's not about handling yourself; it's about working together and learning to respect the chain of command." Klaber's eyes narrow further, his jaw clenched, teeth bared like an angry pit-bull.

"I've never been good at taking orders." He growls and you lean in, your lips dangerously close to his ear.

"Then you'll learn, won't you, mutt?" You coo softly, a grin pulling at your lips. Klaber's bravado falters for a moment and you can see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Or you'll be put down." The blonde's eyes flash with a mixture of defiance and something else, something more primal. You hear the way his breath quickens, the tension between you both growing palpable. Your words seem to have ignited a spark in him, one that he's struggling to contain. But just as quickly as the excitement flares in his eyes, he pulls away abruptly, his features hardening.

"You don't scare me, old man." He snarls back. You watch as he storms out of the room, his rapid departure almost comical in its haste. You can't help but smirk, fully aware of the effect your words had on him. It's clear that the blonde is trying to save face, to appear in control, even though you know he's already unravelling beneath the surface.

As the door slams shut behind him, you let out a quiet chuckle. Klaber might put up a tough front but you've seen through his façade. You know the effect you have on him, the way your mere presence drives him to the brink. And you're more than happy to play along, to see just how far you can push him before he breaks.

[fuzzyoctoplushie]

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[onemillionvolts]

— on the second floor —

18+. MDNI. my lil entry for @bluexiao & @anantaru 's sweet & spice collab! this was super fun <33

kaeya alberich + f!reader

warnings: public sex, fingering, voyeurism mention(?), creampie / wc: 2.1k

you can't help but watch in awe as kaeya sheaths his sword back into its holster. his breath is heavy, yet he looks as if he's barely broken a sweat, despite fending off the entire horde of hilichurls on his own.

he looks like he was pulled straight out of a bard's tale, or cinematic painting; the way the setting sun beams down on him is akin to a spotlight, one that's very well deserved. finally, kaeya turns his attention back to you, back to the walk you two had been enjoying before the rude interruption of hilichurls. it's like the attack never happened, with how nonchalant kaeya is about the whole situation.

"you know, y/n, we make a pretty good team." he mentions, hands stuffing in his pockets. you can't tell the tone of his statement—knowing kaeya, it should be sarcastic, especially considering the fact that you didn't do anything in the prior conflict. but it doesn't sound sarcastic; in fact, it sounds very genuine, something that isn't all too common from the cavalry captain. you tilt your head up at him, offering a retort.

"what do you mean? i didn't even do anything, you had them all beat by the time i even got my weapon out..."

he shrugs, offering you a soft chortle and a smile to pair with it. "well... it's the thought that counts!" he asserts with a nod. "anyways, anyways, what's a good victory without a reward? why don't we go celebrate at the angel's share?"

you can't stifle the giggle that comes from you—kaeya's so predictable, and it's endearing to you. you nod with a soft curve of your lips, taking ahold of kaeya's hand as the two of you make your way to the tavern. it's packed, as is normal for the angel's share, patrons with varying levels of sobriety inhabiting the first floor of the establishment.

hand-in-hand with you, kaeya struts up to the bar, using his free hand to fish in his pocket for some spare mora. "we'll have two death after noons, keep the change." he announces, setting the small stack of mora on the flat surface in front of him. as the bartender prepares the beverages, kaeya turns to you. "a little crowded down here, no? why don't we head to the second floor?"

"that sounds good," you respond with a hum, entirely ignorant to kaeya's ulterior motive. the second floor of angel's share is rarely occupied; the place is big enough that the first floor is perfect to accomodate everyone. so with a little privacy, kaeya figures... what reason is there to not reward you for always sticking by him through thick and thin?

your drinks are ready after a few moments of waiting, and kaeya takes one in each hand. he ushers you up to the second floor of the tavern, which, lo and behold, is entirely devoid of patrons. kaeya smirks at this fact, bringing the drinks to a table. one that's riiiight in the corner, perfect to be hidden away, to blend in should anyone decide to come wandering upstairs. kaeya sits down in the booth, patting the seat next to him, giving you the rightaway to sit beside him.

"darling?"

he muses, earning a questioning "hmm," in response from you.

"do you know why i wanted to come up here?" he interrogates, sickly sweet smirk plastered on his pretty lips. you shake your head, looking quizically at him as you take a sip of your drink. kaeya's firm hand moves to your inner thigh, eyes narrowing with impure intent.

he leans in, close, his lips mere inches away from your ear. "so i can fuck you right here in this booth, of course."

your cheeks heat up, and you part your thighs a little further. kaeya's hand travels up your skirt, grazing over your clothed cunt with a cheeky grin. "you deserve it after that encounter earlier." his tone is lower than it was before, sending shivers down your spine and causing your cunt to grow slicker. his middle finger lazily plays with your clit through your panties, a throaty chuckle emerging from him as you lean against his chest even more, his head craning to nuzzle against yours.

kaeya's fingers peel your panties to the side, a soft 'fuck' escaping him as his digits make contact with your bare, messy cunt. he revels in how wet you already are for him, how softly you whimper when he teases a finger against your slit. you let out a gasp as he finally pushes a digit in, following up with a second one soon after.

his fingers pump in and out of you, soft moans of pleasure spilling from your lips—that is, until kaeya's own lips connect with yours, practically shoving his tongue into your mouth. it's sloppy, as is the way he fingers you, pushing his digits into your needy cunt, curling them, just so he can make you squirm. your walls are soaked around his fingers, sensitive and slick as he fingers you, continuing to share a heated embrace as well.

your eyes squeeze shut as kaeya's fingers tease your insides, calculated as they go back and forth, his tongue swirling around yours over and over. you manage a "please," against his lips, your hand grazing over the significant bulge in his pants, the outline of his already stiff cock not leaving much to the imagination.

"please what?" kaeya teases, smirking against your lips as he curls his fingers again, drawing a soft shudder from you. he pulls his lips from yours, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. "need... need you," is all that you can whine out, cut off by a shaky moan as kaeya's thumb rubs against your clit.

you let out a small gasp when he pulls his calloused fingers from your depths, feeling rather empty as he tugs at the fabric of your panties with those same digits. you know exactly what he's instructing—in your desperate state, you don't dare to disobey for even one second. as you slip your panties down your quaking thighs, kaeya is quick to undress himself just enough; unbuckling his belt at a speed you didn't even know he was capable of, tugging his pants and underwear down to his lower thighs, just enough to free his aching cock, stood tall and twitching with need.

of course, you're well aware of what to do—you shift yourself onto his lap, needily grinding against his stiff cock, leaking with precum. kaeya takes you by your hips, so very gentle as he lowers you onto his cock, inch by inch. "go on, you can take it.. be a good girl for me, okay?" he coos, sweet as ever in your ear. "see," he hums after finally bottoming out inside of your tight cunt, "we make a perfect team, right?"

the smirk on his face is smug, but you barely even notice it. your eyes are glossed over as you adjust to his throbbing length, hips needily squirming against his grasp. once you're settled on his cock, kaeya begins to guide your hips up and down, taking complete control—not that you mind. your hands move to the edge of the table behind you, careful as to not knock down the untouched drinks that rest on the flat surface. kaeya has complete control of you, his hands' grip is tight on your hips as he brings you down on his cock, expression lit up with lust as he handles you with such expertise.

his hips begin to move up against you every time he lowers yours, fucking up into you, which only heightens the sensation. your moans are soft, soft enough to be drowned out by the clamoring and loud chatter of tavern customers below you. the both of you are thankful for it—the sheer amount of noise blankets any sounds that may indict you two, whether it be your moans, the occasional grunt that slips kaeya's lips, or the delicious squelch of his cock bullying your slick walls.

a whimper of kaeya's name flows from your mouth, one which prompts the knight to lean in, devilish look still adorning his face. "shh shh, wouldn't want to get caught, would you? hmm.. maybe you would?" he teases, cock still gliding against your gummy walls with each upward thrust. you bite down on your lip, trying to prevent any more potentially noticeable sounds from coming out. in spite of your best efforts, you can't stop the occasional moan that escapes you when kaeya's hips jerk upward just right—you thank the archons for the loud clamoring coming from downstairs, giving the two of you as much cover as you need.

still, you're cautious with your sounds as you grind against kaeya's thrusts, eyes struggling to stay opened and focused on him, the satisfaction he brings you with each thrust becoming too much to bear.

it isn't long before his hands cradle your ass, and he flips the two of you around; you're now lying on the booth with kaeya atop you, and he's in full control. the strokes of his hips are deep, they're something you'd expect in the comfort of your own bed with him, not in a booth in the angel's share. it feels too good for you to care, though, his cock seemingly pushing deeper into you with each flawless thrust. his breaths grow heavier with each slam of his hips, though the burning lust in his eyes never falters. your legs wrap tight around kaeya's hips, pulling him even deeper into you—he finds this quite amusing, just how needy you are for him, despite your surroundings.

"someone could catch us at any moment," he chimes into your ear, not daring to stop the lewd back-and-forth of his hips, "and yet here you are, so desperate for more..." kaeya continues as if he's not guilty of the same offense that he teases you for; there's nothing he'd rather be doing right now than burying himself balls deep into your weeping cunt, even in public. it shouldn't turn him on as much as it does, but he can't help how he thinks about it—the thought of someone walking in on him fucking you in such a way, it sends him into a spiral.

"taking it like such a good girl," kaeya praises, voice low and slightly strained as he tries to deny himself of what he knows is inevitable—he can feel himself getting close, but he so badly wants to prolong the moment. your legs are shaky, barely maintaining the tight wrap around his thighs... not that it matters anyways, though, kaeya's thrusts would be divine either way.

as you get closer to your own release, you find it more and more difficult to suppress your sinful noises, a few drawn-out moans accidentally breaching your lips. "shh shh, babygirl," kaeya grumbles into your ear, his own voice unsteady as he continues sinking his cock deep into you, "wouldn't want to get caught now, would you? then all of mondstadt would surely know our dirty little secret..."

the risk only turns you on further, your walls slick around kaeya's cock as he thrusts in and out, stretching you perfectly with every rut of his hips. his lips meet yours, muffling your soft moans and preventing any sounds from leaving him. with every stroke, both of you inch ever closer to your much-needed releases, bodies growing warmer as they press against each other.

you simply can't take it any longer, cumming around kaeya's cock with no warning, your walls wrapping around his girth as you grind against him, his thrusts only propelling your orgasm to new heights.

"'nna cum," the groan against your lips is his only warning before he does, cumming deep inside of you with a long sigh, continuing to fuck you as he rides out his orgasm, not halting until the both of you are equally satisfied. only then does kaeya pull out, cheeks just as warm as yours as he tucks his softening cock back into his pants, stuffing a couple of fingers into you without notice, pushing his cum back inside you.

the cavalry captain's breath is heavy as he leans in, lips softly grazing your own. "that was fun, don't you agree?" he coos, face mere inches from yours as he looks you deep in your eyes. you can only give him a nod, too fucked out to manage a verbal response. he chortles in retort, "that's what i thought, sweetheart."

[psychedelic-ink]

😈- 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN: sende me a character and a prompt from this list (+18 only)

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❝  you can cry,  but you’re not allowed to make a sound.  understood?  ❞

peter 🥺?

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pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

prompt: ❝  you can cry,  but you’re not allowed to make a sound.  understood?  ❞

warnings: mild dacryphilia, doing it in an empty alley, dom!peter, sub!reader, he's a bit of a mean dom, you can read this as any peter but i used tom for the banner <33

+18 content under the cut | minors dni

Tears stained your cheeks. Peter had you pressed up against the outer wall of one of the many buildings in New York. Your palms felt the rough surface as you leaned against it. Peter's clothed cock rubbed between your ass cheeks and you couldn't help but moan, your legs already trembling.

"You can cry," Peter breathed out, his breath ghosting over your damp skin. "But you're not allowed to make a sound. Understood?"

You shudder at the sound of his voice, another whimper escaping your lips as you try to contain the noise. His chest was flushed against your back, you could feel the muscles from the outline of his suit. Another whimper escaped you. Upon hearing the barely audible noise Peter pressed further against the small of your back. You winced at the strain. Still, the fact that you knew he was holding his strength back made your cunt slicker.

"What did I just say?" he growled. "You better listen or I'm going to fuck your thighs and leave you a soaking mess--"

"O-Okay, I won't make any noise, promise,"

Your breath hitched, the wait for his cock was unbearable. You heard a zipper and it was quickly followed by the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance. He pushed in, groaning as your pretty cunt squeezed his cock. He hadn’t even bottomed out yet, but he could feel the way you were drooling over his cock. Peter buried the rest of his length into your pussy with one swift thrust. Your whole upper body jolted as you pressed the side of your cheek to the wall. You bit your bottom lip furiously as you tried to keep quiet.

Without skipping a beat, Peter pulled his hips back and thrust forward. His speed was relentless. Your body quivered, spasmed, strings of slick stretching out each time he pulled away from your messy cunt. Then you felt his lips against your nape, placing soft kisses in contrary to how hard he was fucking you. Tear slid freely down your cheeks, a know forming in your throat at how good it felt.

"That's it, you're listening to me so well," he whispered, lips moving against your neck. "I promise to treat you so well after this."

[scara-meow-che]

WAIT I FORGOT TO SEPCIFY DILF ZHONGLI X MILF READER (N)SFW HC!!!! please ignore my mental illnesses going ballistic 😇😍

daddy is busy with mommy

STARRING⠀:⠀dilf! zhongli x milf! reader

KEYWORDS⠀:⠀nsfw headcanon + drabbles ⨾ name calling (daddy & mommy) ⨾ lactation kink ⨾ oral (f) ⨾ mentions of breeding ⨾ degrading words (whore) ⨾ a bit of forgivable misogyny (not too extreme, just read it)

NOTE⠀:⠀please don't be too hard on yourself bby 🥺 i really love your idea so i hope that i did justice on this one because this is too fun to write.

◞⁺ i feel like i'd be too indulgent on this one

◞⁺ because i've always love to be zhongli's wife

◞⁺ anyway, i think dilf! zhongli is the definition of "please, breed me sir. i won't mind if i get poor."

◞⁺ no caps, that's how i define him in my head.

◞⁺ okay, first off, you two are married okay?

◞⁺ and the sexual tension, despite having a child of your own, didn't disappear.

◞⁺ he's a fucking archon, what do you expect from him? he's a god, for goodness sake, his stamina tops and he still tops you too.

◞⁺ dilf! zhongli is definitely the type to call you mommy. i don't make the rules.

◞⁺ loves praising you, whispering such crude words without a second thought because that have you tightening around him.

◞⁺ and then, he'd remind you of how much of a slut you are for his cock <3

"fuck, mommy 's tight around me, want me to fill you up? breed in another child?" and you lose it, coming lose to his cock, walls spasming as your orgasm took control of your body. you were about to scream but he drowns you with a kiss.

and yet he didn't stopped as he tried reaching for the peak on his own, using your sensitive and abused hole to fuck himself through, the oversensitivity of your body had you writhing below him, moaning, crying, making such a mess on the sheets but daddy zhongli doesn't stop.

"you shouldn't make such noises like a whore, wouldn't want out little one to see his mommy being fucked like this, right?"

◞⁺ daddy zhongli would even rail you in the kitchen or even in the living room of your home

◞⁺ he loves it when you cook, loves it when you clean the house for him, or whenever he sees you playing with your child, imagining having another one of his own.

◞⁺ the day he finally tied himself to you became the day he always longed for you

◞⁺ he never gets tired of anything you do

◞⁺ it's romantic, i know because --

◞⁺ he has both the stamina and breeder balls to begin with and he would breed into you over and over again.

◞⁺ quite possessive? that's daddy zhongli for you

"you can take one more, right? gonna fill you up, wanna see your belly swelling with my child in it." he groans as you clamped down on his dick, tears falling from your eyes as you did your best to hush down yourself when zhongli had you pressed down the kitchen table, your skirt high up your waist and panties barely hanging on one of your legs.

"too much, daddy! 's too much!" you cried, forcing your face down the table as you reached your nth orgasm while feeling both your juices falling out on your thighs. whenever zhongli rams himself back in, his cum spills out from your cunt, skin getting slicker and stickier by the minute.

"sshhh, you can take it, i know you can, mommy." right after he gently whispered those words, he press his hips down to yours, shooting in his load deep inside your womb as the head directly brushes on your cervix. broken cries and incoherent calls of your his name was all you could do as you slumped right on the wooden surface, too tired to keep yourself up.

"mom! i'm back home!" worry had rained on zhongli's face as he quickly pulls down your skirt and lifts you in his arms. just then, your child dashes in the kitchen while showing the flowers he had picked up with xiao. the man who took good care of your little one followed suit, smiling as the kid beams with such joy.

"huh? mama is asleep? is she sick?" and zhongli shakes his head, walking towards him and answered, "no, she's just tired from cooking so much for us. let's give her a short break, yeah?"

"okay!"

xiao then looks at the two of you and sighed, glancing towards the little one and said "let's go look for a vase then? and place all those flowers for your mom."

◞⁺ zhongli would also be into eating you out

◞⁺ had you calling him daddy

◞⁺ as he makes you cry

◞⁺ he's just too smitten to you

◞⁺ especially when he noticed how your body changed shape when you were carrying your first child

◞⁺ you breasts had swollen, milk had stained your clothes when you least expect it

◞⁺ and zhongli is always willing to help you with every problem mommy faces.

"let me taste you," zhongli hushes you down as he gently lays you to bed, making you relax with his touches, easing the tension from your back as the baby you're carrying had taken a toll on your body.

"a-ah, daddy," and you felt zhongli going down south, lips teasing on your skin as he barely leaves any kisses, just enough to make brief contact on your body. and he hooks a finger on your underwear, shoving it to the side and saw how wet you are for him.

"is this for me?"

"yes, daddy, all for you." hat had him gleaming with pride. he just can't wait to taste you, to lick everything you can offer to him.

and he did, roughly thrusting his fat and wet tongue in your pussy, nose brushing on your clit, a finger would then change place to tongue to plunge itself in your cunt while he sucks on the abused and sensitive nub.

after he makes you cum, he'd move up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue. and then, he'd pull down your nightdress, thumb eagerly brushing on your nipples and he'd feel how wet it'll become when the milk seeps out of it.

"let me taste you, one more time. please?" you nodded, oh the archons, he just makes you so weak.

and daddy zhongli would greedily suck on your tits, tongue swirling on your nipples, a hand teasing the other that matches pace with the one fingering you from below.

the stimulation was too much and it had you coming again and again and again.

◞⁺ may the great geo archon know that i have ovaries for a reason <3

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It would be a relaxing afternoon as Tim waited for his appointment as the massage parlor. Though he was the size of a paper clip, he manages to hoist himself to once of the lounge chairs as he waited for his attendant. "Lotion check, shorts check, ointment...check. Alright looks like I git everything. Man I've been forward to this. With all that stress as giant toy at work, its real nice to have time off. And a payed one at that" he sat back into the sofa as he inhaled the air around. Closing his eyes as he enjoyed the cool breeze flowing in the lobby "nothing's gonna stop this day"

With his eyes closed he looked at the light that shined through his eyelids as he enjoyed its glow. But a sudden shade would cast over as opened an eye. A bubbled ass would jiggle above as it hovered over him. "Holy.." He sat up as he tried to move himself out the way, but the cheeks would crash into him as it ushered him back against the cushion.

"Can't belief my appointment canceled on me at the last minute. I was hot and ready to get relaxed, yet they said no because of my "size". Well why even make the appointment then?!"

"Of all the lousy-gch! Hey..get off me!" Tim pushed into the blue fabric as the muscle underneath began to stick out. Its surface felt warm as the scent was ripe. Making Tim's nose flare as he struggled to get free. But it soon seemed to get hotter as a rush of gas came from the middle. As the cheeks squeezed closer, the gas became to hiss as the mounds of muscle sat closer.

"Nah, well im not leaving this place til i get what came for...even if I..even if I-what is up with thus chair" he felt little shifts underneath him as he rocked but in place. His ass became slicker as the walls began to grind in place. But the itch wouldn't go away as it dug a hand underneath. Tim was met with finger as it poked him into the musky fabric. Sliding him from side to side as the the hole winked behind it. As the finger sratched, the finger curled around him as he pulled him from underneath. "What the- what do you think you're doing under there. Taking a look at my ass back there were ya?"

"No actually" he coughed "I was sitting here waiting for.my appointment until you-"

"I don't want to here excuses squirt. I know what you were doing. Lucky fo you, that felt good. So i'll honor you the pleasure of being my butt cushion" as he stood up, he rotates himself around as he pulled his the back of his briefs. His cheeks appearing like hills in the fabric as dark sweats spots layed near the center.

"Wait a second! This is understanding!" Tim yelled at the giant. But was met on deaf ears as the fingers dropped him. He tumbled into the fabric as his vision of the world swirled. Their ass seeming to get closer with each flip as the fabric seem to sink deeper. With a crash, Tim stopped as he flipped upside down. Back deeply wedged between their cheeks as his struggled wouldn't budge him. Then with a snap, his vision was surrounded by blue as the fabric hugged back into him.

"Hope it was worth the risk squirt"

"Ah there you" one of the employees said "we've been looking for you. Your attendant seemed to have misplaced the customed papers for your requirements for the massage. But they should be ready for you now sir"

"Now that's more like. Lead the way" he followed them to the back as they entered into the hallway. Feeling Tim between his cheeks as he felt the center of them spread apart. But with a happy clench, he gripped them back together as his shaft began to throb. As the worker ushered him into the room. He layed on the table as he waited for his massager.

"Alright, you ordered a deep massage for your lower body correct?"

"Yes"

"Good good, then I'll start with the waist. Do you mind if i remove your briefs for a moment"

"Sure that's fine"

"Right then, now then let's get you nice and..oh" as they pulled down the fabric, they were met by Tim's legs as they stuck out from the crack "uh..should i remove the little back here"

Nah, work around him. He likes the experience" he squeezed his cheeks together as his cheeks bulked up. Compressing around the Tim as a muffled grunt was heard but disappeared quickly "see?"

"I see. Right then, I'll continue" the massager began working into his ass as he mushed into the cheeks. Doing their best nit to look at the legs that swirled around in the center as they rowed deeper inside.

"Best massage i could ask for. Both outside and inside" he mumbled before losing himself in the massage.

[voltagesmutter]

Obey Me: Beelzebub - A kinky Secret Santa gift exchange.

Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: Beelzebub x MC (F) Prompt: 4th December - A kinky Secret Santa gift exchange. From @voltage-vixen​ christmas list. Warning: Sex-toys, Mammon Idiocy. Notes: For my raffle winner 6 @buzzybeebee​​​ - Thank you again for entering.

Torn wrapping paper lay in bundles on the floor, empty glasses of demonus sat upon the table whilst the sound of laughter filled the room. 

“Oh this one is small!” Asmo’s voice squealed as he picked up the little parcel beneath the tree. Written in gold letters was her name, Asmo turning and holding it out to her, ‘It’s for you!”. 

When Lucifer had banned secret santa, Asmo had the ingenious idea of having a secret ‘Adult secret santa’. “It’s not the same as secret santa” he had pouted whenever someone said no, but in the end all of his brothers had come around. Of course Lucifer had found out about it, but was too busy with work to care anymore. 

So far Mammon had received gold condoms, the gift from the girl had made him go redder than the red spider stew they had had for lunch. Satan had been given a ‘New position of the Day’ calendar and Leviathan had been given two stress balls in the shape of boobs with a ‘closest ya'll get to the real things’ note attached.  

“I’m so excited!” She laughed, tearing away the paper, only for her eyes to widen at what was wrapped inside. All eyes focused on her as they questioned what she had. A tubed plastic lipstick. Only it wasn’t for the lips on her face...

“Tsch! What even is it!” Mammon grabbing the lipstick and waving it about in the air.

“Mammon! Stop it!” Her face burning up as she reached for it. Mammon rolled his eyes as he held it close to his face.

“It’s just a lipstick, what's so wrong with it,” He tutted. “Not very adult compared to the tit squeezers I got for Levi,”.

“I knew they were from you!” Levi threw one at his head from the other side of the circle they were sitting in. Mammon growled, ready to retaliate as the young girl tried hopelessly once more to get back the item. 

“Hey! There’s a hole in this, it’s broken! Where’s the colour at,” He swiped the red against his hand, not realising it was plastic. Asmo snickered, snorting as he was unable to hold in his laughter at the situation. 

“Mammon, please just-!” She squealed, reaching out but it was too late. Mammon twisted the base and the sound of buzzing filled the air. She was mortified. Mammon’s face went even redder than hers, looking between the vibrating lipstick in his hand then at her before quickly throwing it at her. The toy vibrated in her lap as she turned it off and shoved in her jacket pocket.

-

The rest of the night ended rather quickly, Beel, Belphegor and Asmo all opening their presents in record time. Mammon not saying a word the rest of the night. It was unclear who had who for the gifts, the group dispersing after the final gifts had been opened. A bag of gummies in the shape of dicks for Beel, a grow your own pair of boobs for Belph and some penis shaped straws for Asmo. 

The young girl has wracked her brain over who had gifted her the toy, determined it was Asmo. Mammon could barely look her in the eye with embarrassment. Although some strange behaviour from Beel did make her question if he knew the culprit. Normally, he would come grab her at midnight to get “second dinner” but really she just went to sit and talk to him whilst he snacked on a second helping of food. The pair growing fond of each other, becoming closer as they conversed over deep-late night talks. But tonight, she heard his footsteps past her room as he wandered to the kitchen alone. 

“Beel?” She called out, walking bear footed to the kitchen, wrapping her jacket tightly around her. The house felt colder in its winter months, shorts and a tank top no longer seeming like redeemable pyjama choices. A grunt followed, Beel hunching into the fridge and grovelling a piece of Demon turkey into his mouth.

“Oh, hey.” He turned, shutting the door as he swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth. 

“You didn’t come get me, is everything okay?” She pouted slightly, taking a few steps in. Beel stepping backwards as she did. Something was up.

“Yeah, it’s all fine.” Beel licking his fingers clean, her eyes following the lean muscle of his tongue wetting his hand.

“You sure? You always grab me for midnight snacks,”.

“I just thought, after earlier you might not want to come.” His cheeks blushing slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh.. it’s a shame we didn’t get to find out who had each other.” She pressed, determined to find out who had gifted her the small vibrator.

“Yeah, maybe we can tell each other next year?” He laughed, the girl taking another step towards him, only a few footsteps between them.

“Yeah maybe.” She laughed with him, closing the distance between them, “Ooooor, you can tell me had me.” Beel went red instantly.

“How- how would I know?” He stuttered.

“Well I know I had Mammon, Mammon had Levi, Belph caved and told me he had Satan, Levi had you because he ordered them when I was with him so that leaves Satan, you and Asmo, and I presume you had Asmo, Satan had Belphie and Asmo had me?” Beel’s face grew redder, his face blending into the same shade of his hair.

“I-Uh, I really don’t know.”

“Well can you not just tell me who you had?” She questioned. Beel refused to answer as she stamped her foot in protest and whined his name. He wasn’t giving in so easily and she needed to use her knowledge of him to get him to talk. She opened the fridge and grabbed the first thing she saw.

“Tell me or the pudding gets it!” Holding a plate in her hand with plummed toad pudding on it, ready to tip it into the sink. Beel’s face lit up with horror as he went to step forward, her free hand pushing out against his chest in an attempt to stop him.

“___” He mustered, his lip trembling at the plate, his eyes darting between it and her eyes. 

“One chance Beelzebub.” Her tone was strict. It felt like time had stopped as Beel grumbled. Wasting food to him was a sin of its own kind, even though he towered over the girl, her action held more power than the physical strength of him. She had him trapped, right where she wanted him.

“I!” He reached out but her hand titled, a crumb falling from the plate making him whine. “Okay alright, yes, I had you! It was you,” It was her turn to go red, freezing on the spot as he never thought it would be Beel who had brought her the toy.

“I- overheard you last week talking to Asmo, about how long it has been since ya… figured it could help with the situation,” Beel refusing to look her in the eye, instead focusing on the plate in her hand. He slowly leaned forward, wrapping his hand around hers as he pried the plate away from her and set it down gently on the surface beside them. 

“I see.” Slowly lowering her arm, an awkward silence settling between them. “And… and did you hear anything else in that conversation?” The look he gave her told her his answer, he had indeed heard her telling Asmo how she wanted Beel to eat her like he did a serving of food. Of course she said it jokingly, but she still meant it. “R-right, well I’ll.. I’ll leave you too it.”

As she turned to take her leave, out of sheer embarrassment, a strong grip on her lower arm stopped her. Beel reaching out to her with a small hunger in his eyes, like he could devour her on the spot. “Don’t go.” Pulling her close to him, her hands sprawling out to feel the flex of his muscles beneath his top. “I could.. always.. have another serving of dessert,” His eyes sparkling with the true meaning of his words, pulling the girl into his heated gaze.

-

“What’s this?” Beel had a dangerous smirk on his face when he pushed her jacket off, a small thud hitting the dining room as he fished into the pocket to pull out the lipstick vibrator. “Let’s test out how good it’s reviews really were, shall we?”. 

All the girl could was nod, her hair slightly tousled, eyes heavy with lust, lips slightly bruised from the sheer force of Beel’s lips against hers. She looked positively wrecked and they’d only just begun. 

He leaned down to kiss her once more, this time softer as his fingers played with the edge of her top before lifting it enough to display her perky breasts. A low whine filled the room to have his mouth move down and latch onto a pebbled nipple, tongue swirling and teeth grazing over them. The motion he repeated on her other breast, a gush rushed between her legs. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d be touched by another, her arousal making her thighs grow slicker with each passing second. - it also didn’t help that one of the most beautiful creatures to ever set foot in Devildom was toying with her clit over the thin material of her shorts. 

“Beel… please,” Her hands fisted into red hair as he pressed kisses down her exposed stomach, her shorts quickly finding themselves on the floor. Her legs spread to him a view of her wet folds, scent hitting him and making his pupil blow wide open. She was bare and all his for the taking. 

The large wooden table didn’t even creak as she fell backwards, back arched with her head thrown back resting on her elbows. No matter how hard she tried, the moans still left her mouth and echoed through the empty room paired with the light buzzing. Beel cupping the side of her thigh as he stood between them, the other hand bringing the vibrator up and down her slit. He teased her by holding to the places where she was most sensitive, watching her hips buck as a throaty “oh god” left her.

“Do you want to know the best purpose of this?” He smirked lightly, pulling away from her and resting it on her thigh, watching as she whined at the loss of contact. He pressed a chaste kiss to her exposed neck, nibbling soft as she clutched his forearm. Spreading her folds with two fingers in the shape of a ‘v’, he lined the hole of the toy directly over her clit and twisted the base. 

The noise that left her was one that he needed to hear again, the sound of pure pleasure. The hand on her thigh moved to press the lower of her back, keeping her in place as she squirmed, her hips bucking violently off the table. A string of strong curses left her lips, growing higher and higher in octaves until she trembled. 

His name left her in a way that was so sinful, it made him rutt his hips against the table, his cock swelling as it ached to be where the small bullet was. Wood curled as she clawed viciously at the table, body curling inwards as pulsed around nothing. The strength of her orgasm being an intense feeling she had never reached with her fingers alone. Her head slumped forward onto the solid planes of his chest, whimpering highly as he kept the bullet tightly against her.

It was too much, her hips spasming as her thighs trembled. It felt almost electrifying, her back arching to the point she feared it could snap as currents of electric shocks danced along her. Not even able to control the noises that left her, purely erotic as she held on tightly to his shirt for her sanity. Tears rolled down her cheeks in fat blobs, tongue lolling to the side of her mouth whilst drool dripped from the corner as a white heat took over her body. 

Physically shaking, her limbs going numb as she came. The pressure inside bursting into a thousand pleasurable flames, leaving her in a state of pure bliss without the ability to think. Her second releasing soaked the table beneath her, a thick puddle forming as it spread, Beel’s clothed erection resting against it becoming drenched. His fingers coaxed in her essence and the light grey of his bottoms stained, his searing hard on becoming more visible from as the damp clothes outlined his cock. 

A growl left one of them, unsure who, as Beel attacked her lips pushing her down flat against the table. Releasing himself from the confinement of his trousers and hooking her legs over his elbows as he gripped her waist. Pre-release smeared against her as he rubbed through her velvety folds, coating himself before lining up against her. A meek, “Please Beelzebub,” was the confirmation he needed to continue, pushing into her as she stretched around him. 

Beel’s appetite was ravenous and he was still currently starving. The night between them, only just starting.

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