#head hurt knees weak head HURT CANT BREATHE

[eggs-can-draw]

Too sick for saimatsu week,,,,, :,[

[titan-senpai]

What the hell??

A young lady who was a model lived on earth ended in a tragic way.. and ended up in hell somehow? While she cant hurt a fly..

Part 2

I woke up on the cold streets in the middle of nowhere.. " Where am i.." Holding my head trying to stand up, taking a look around, seeing creatures everywhere. " What the.." I blinked a few times not believing my eyes. I turned my head and saw a shop with mirrors and took a look at my reflection.

shocked to see my own reflection.. White with red marks on my body.. then i turned around and asked a girl "Little girl can you tell me where i am?" The little girl just laughed. " You're new around here?" She took a drink of her milkshake. I just nodded.

" Wel.. Welcome to hell! " She laughed walking away from me " Goodluck newbie" I stood there in shock.

How did I end up here? Wat.. it was that bastard.. looking at my red spots indicating wounds. It's all his fault...I felt my knees get weak as I fell down on them next to the shop.

I don't know How many hours have passed by but out of nowhere a girl walked by me taking an interest in me. "let me guess.. your new?" She said chewing her gum looking at her phone.. she's probably addicted. I nodded.

" You've got good bone structure and a taste in fashion.." She cupped my face looking at it.. " You wanna work for me?" she let go letting me stand up. I took a look at her clothing and thought it must be an influencer or something.

" Whatcha say dear... I need a yes or no." She said firmly and I nodded without saying anything. "Follow me." As she walked away I followed her.

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Walking into a building called VoxTech? Following her into the elevator as she presses the highest button and scans the card. "Names Velvette.." She checked her phone again, typing away.

"My name is Y/N." I fidgeted my hands anxiously. The elevator door opens revealing a room filled with Photos of her and 2 other guys.

"VOX VAL! get your asses here" She yelled into her phone. Dramatic much.

Seeing a spark out of a tv turn into a guy with a tv head while the other was nowhere to be found. "VAL NO JOKES!" She yelled as smoke entered the room. Turning into a man with 4 arms.

" This is the girl i was talking about.. take a look at her" she walked off sitting on the couch nearby checking her phone.

" And what do we have here.." taking a look at me while he checks me out breathing smoke into my shoulders feeling his breath giving me shivers, "your a pretty one aren't you.." feeling his breath closer to me M" Doll..." walking to his desk. "And what is your talent?" The TV headed guy asked me. "i.." Speechless as I left a shaky breath shivering.

"No time for chit chat.. I'll figure her talent out, follow me me newbie" velvette said walking to the room, opening the door revealing a whole wardrobe " FIrst let's get you dressed.. Cant have them see you with us wearing normie clothes can we.." She smirked, pushing me in the room. " Pick one.. I'll be outside." I looked at the clothes, feeling fine silky clothes. None of them caught my interest.

Looking in the mirror at the end of the room touching my clothes that I currently have on. Imagining the clothes i used to wear. and suddenly my hands start to glow. and they started to make the clothes i was thinking off. and soon I was holding them.

20 Minutes passed and I heard a knock " R you done yet dear.." I opened the door walking out in baggy jeans with a Crop top with a window revealing my cleavage a bit and a Jacket with fur. White boots to match the white bag.

" You look fabulous dear.. Where did you get these? I don't have these in my small closet.." I finally let go of her phone pointing at my clothes.

" I think i figured out my talent.." showing her my hands. " Welcome to the Vees my dear.." 

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[poppy-metal]

after the whole patrick lending you to art for forgiveness ordeal…… you are so unbelievably embarrassed. it’s bad enough patrick knows what you’re like, what you really want from a man, but now art knows? art, who you’ve spoken to maybe 5 times, knows the lows, knows how far you would degrade yourself to make the man you love happy. art, a mere stranger, knows that when you’re used your pussy gets soaking wet. when you’re disrespected you squeeze like you’re afraid he’ll leave. and being the kind warm person he is, he smiles at you, he waves at you like you’re friends. like you know anything about the other except for what they feel like on the inside. and god, he hadn’t even used protection. he came inside you in front of your boyfriend, and now he was free to roam the halls and smile and wave and come up to patrick and hang out and you got so quiet and so flushed it was like you were the third wheel. what really got you was how much you liked it. you liked being used. you wanted art to fuck you as hard as he needed to forgive patrick, you wanted him to hurt you. but something about it left a craving, a lingering desire. he didn’t like you like you liked him. you wanted him, him, but the only reason he did it that night was to get back at patrick, to set things right. you understood why he was so mean, but the docile and nagging part of yourself wanted to be so good he had to be nice. nice, kind, warm art. the art patrick got. you wanted that.

patrick, ever observant, knows exactly how you feel. knows you want more, but don’t know how to ask. knows art wants more, because once they’re reconciled, best friends talk. started off as a joke over beer, asking would it be so bad if it happened again? decided it wouldn’t be bad. it would be really really good. and maybe it would be even better if it happened again and again and again.

so they pull you into arts bedroom, saying they wanna “talk”, but they mainly talk to each other about you. you sit between them, cheeks burning, as patrick palms the squashed fat of your ass, as he’s allowed to do, while art gently pushes your hair away from your neck and breathes there, as you didn’t know he was allowed to do.

“patrick told me you’re embarrassed about what we did. is that true, baby?”

baby. you shudder and look to patrick, panicked, but he only smiles. he raised his eye brows and on command you answer.

“yes.”

“i’m really sorry about that. aren’t i, pat?”

“mhm. he wants to make it up to you. you don’t have to be embarrassed you know.”

their hands and mouths moved like magnets closer to your skin, patrick pawing at your thigh and ass as arts nose brushes your throat as he kisses your collarbone.

“ok,” you say, barely over a whisper.

“ok? ok what?”

“ok. make it up to me.”

such a brave command in such a weak voice. they both laugh, and the air tickles your neck.

they are going to take good care of you. their good little girl

im gonna bite you like im really gonna do it im gonna bite you im gonna sink my teeth in you

brain short circuiting actually head empty just patrick holding your thighs to your chest so art can eat slowly at your cunt like the slut he is - flashing those blue eyes at you. like hes cataloging your expressions, finding what places he has to tongue at to make your thighs twitch, your toes curl.

patricks not a bystander either. he bands one thick arm beneath your knees to keep you in place, his other hand reaching up to cup your jaw - turn your head to his so he can see you too. "you like my friends tongue on your pussy?" when your chest heaves and your eyes dart away he grins and leans in, "you dont have to lie. i think it's fucking hot."

then his tongue is in your mouth and you're opening for him, splitting your lips to let him inside at the same time arts tongue parts your lower lips to lap across your entrance. you cant help how your cunt squeezes, trying to drag him inside. he pulls back.

"can i eat her ass?"

you gasp when patrick lets you go. chin wet with spit from his thorough tongue fuck of your mouth. it isn't lost on you how art didn't bother to ask you, he asks patrick. that makes you squirm. arch back into patricks hard body which rumbles with a low laugh.

"you're gonna make her fall in love with you if you do that. she loves having her ass played with. think she'd be happy if i just fucked that hole and didn't touch her pussy at all."

art is gripping his cock through his boxers. squeezing the head. "fuck." his eyes finally meet yours and he licks his lips. "you want me to?"

as much as you do love it, its still embarrassing to admit. its such an intimate place. even now you can feel your rim clenching like its shy. shy but eager for the attention.

"o-okay." you tell him. and patrick reaches down, thick hands spreading your cheeks till all of you is exposed. wet cunt still open from the work art put in with his mouth, the seam between your asscheeks spread to reveal your little twitching hole. it winks repeatedly at arts stare. "please," you whine, the humiliation making you run hot, burning burning burning between them. you cover your face with your hands when art starts to lean in, pink lips parted, face flushed, blonde locks wild around his head like a halo.

his cherubic beauty is what makes the act so fucking lewd. and when the touch of his tongue flutters against your tight hole you cry out, high and whiney.

"aw," patrick says in faux sympathy. you know he doesn't actually feel bad. you can feel the hard length of his dick at your back. he loves when you're embarrassed. thinks its cute. "you're gonna make her cry, art."

you hear art moan, feel the vibration of it between your cheeks that patrick is keeping spread wide - his tongue is lapping at your rim steadily, soft coaxing licks that has the furled muscle relaxing for him. hes evil, theres nothing cherubic about him at all, you decide. hes the devil.

"little babies gonna cry cause her ass is getting tonguefucked -" lips press against the side of your head. gentle. "all your secrets are out now, baby. we both know what a fucking pervert you are. open your eyes and watch art lick your hole, c'mon."

and like the puppet on strings you are, you listen.

[amomentsescape]

hiii! so i just started a new job a couple weeks ago and its super physically demanding. when i get home my entire body hurts and since i currently have no money until i get paid i cant really eat on my lunch breaks (i also dont have anything i can bring from home). so i was just wondering if i could request headcanons of reboot jason with an s/o in this situation and how he might take care of them? (or if he would even care lol!)

Jason with Overworked! Reader

Reboot! Jason Voorhees x Reader

A/N: I'm sorry to hear how taxing your new job is. I hope you'll find some rest and stability soon!

Jason has never had anyone to take care of before

But even then, he knows that what you're going through is painful

The way you practically drag yourself through the door

The pained smile you put on to try and convince him you're okay

The tense muscles he can feel when he hugs you

He absolutely hates it

He wishes you two could switch roles for a while

He'd happily take on the work if it meant you got some time to just sleep in and rest

But of course, this isn't possible

However, Jason would be damned if he just sat back and let this continue on

You came home like you do every day, dragging your feet and craving the simple moment when you could finally just sit for a bit

But when you walked through the door, you were met by the strong arms of Jason

He immediately led you towards the bathroom, not giving you any time to ask what was going on

And once you were there, you could feel your breath stop

The bathtub was filled with steaming water and fresh flower petals

There were a couple wax candles decorating the small table beside it

The room smelled of roses, and you could already feel your knees going weak at the sight

Without a single word, Jason was already helping you out of your dirty work clothes and leading you into the tub

The moment you were in, you could feel yourself literally melt

Jason sat beside you outside the tub, grabbing a cup to start pouring the warm water over your head

You were in that tub until the water went cold, relishing in everything Jason was doing

He helped wash your hair and your back

He used his rough hands to work out the knots in your shoulders and neck

And he just sat with you, listening to you talk about the day

And once you were done with your bath, he led you over to the kitchen

The small fridge that once was empty now had several containers inside

One was of your favorite meal for the night

And the rest were prepped for you to take to work

When you looked at Jason absolutely astounded, he just shrugged

You had no idea how he ever got this food, but it didn't even matter

Your eyes were already tearing up as you practically flung yourself at Jason

He knows how hard you have been working for this, and he wanted to show you just how proud he is of you

You definitely slept more peacefully that night than you had in ages

[aihaitahm]

pheromones

cw: fem! afab! reader, use of princess, dove, darling. pure nsfw. mndi.

a/n: sorry i interchanged cologne and perfume alot. hope u like it though! :3

character: blade

it has been a week since you’ve been on a mission with silverwolf which meant you havent seen your boyfriend ren. everyone knows how he has an extremely soft and loving side just for you and god fobid if anyone hurt you, he would literally hunt and kill them. but what they didnt expect was how grumpy and extra irritable he was when you were gone. his once nonchalant remarks may turn to snarky, sour ones if they annoyed him enough. he didnt like it when other people bandaged him. he would always find time to call you and actually visibly pout when you were busy. kafka teased him because shes never seen someone like him pout like a school girl waiting for their crush. in which blade mutters her a ‘mind your own goddamn business…’

he was starting to miss your touch and how adorable you were whenever you were under him. youre so confident and cocky when you retort back at his playful jabs but a crying babbling mess when he nibbles on your cute nipples. using his hands to jerk to your used underwear wasnt simply enough. your absence didnt really help in general. he cant sleep very well and he finds peace in your warmth and love while sleeping.

after long dreaded days of texting and calling, you finally arrived. you put on colonge/perfume with intense pheromones you got from one of the small shops during your journey, maybe to tease him and put it to a test. putting some on your nape, between your breasts and your thighs.

he was extremely happy when he saw you. blade couldnt show it outwardly but his aura significantly changes. he was quick to hug your frame and kiss you on the lips and immediately help you with your belongings and what not. jbringing you to your shared apartment while listening to you talk about the mission. he misses your voice and he senses your strong scent of yours and it was driving him internally crazy. he smirks at what your silly little plan was but you know what, it worked.

“bladie, whats so funny-“

he suddenly pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss. leading you to your shared bedroom, as he passionately nibbled at your lips. blade holds the back of your head gently, making sure you fall on the soft mattress properly. his hands all over your body as he explored every ethereal part of you.

you felt so vulnerable compared to him, it got you weak in the knees. trying to catch your breath was hard when all blade did was smother you with his animalistic hunger for you. you moaned through the kiss as you felt his knee go in between your legs, rubbing your thin panties under your short skirt.

“r-ren….!”

“i miss you a lot darling, but you do know teasing me with that new cologne of yours, is like playing with fire? or was that really your plan?” blade whispered in which he felt you clenched, he knows how his voice makes you crazy. he continually grinded his knee on your cloth pussy.

“no… i just happened to b-buy it because it smelled good.” you lied. you felt his intense, dark red eyes ready to pounce at his prey. you were grinding back and forth on his knee until he stopped you, looking at you darkly with a smirk.

“i hope you know good girls dont lie and if they do they have to apologize and beg.”

———

minutes passed by and you found yourself a mess, trying to make yourself cum by riding on your lover. he has been denying your orgasm and just sitting there nibbling at your nape. you were stubborn and refused to beg. it drove you crazy when he would refuse to let you cum while he bit hard in the areas you sprayed your cologne at. purple marks all over your thighs, nape and especially your chest.

“come on now… are you that stubborn? i thought you missed me hm? oh your mad because i denied your precious orgasms? maybe if you didnt lie princess, i couldve fucked you like how you liked it.” blade growled as he surprisingly slammed you down on his big cock. he loved the feeling of your hot, cute pussy around him while your wearing that short ass skirt just for him.

“ren… ppewase…”

you moaned a gibberish answer as that strong wave of his thrust was almost enough to make you cum. feeling his cock deep inside you was enough to make your toes curl and arch your back, combined with his sultry voice on your ear. he felt you writhe in his touch as he played with your nipples and nibbling at your ear, talking to you in a such a sweet dirty language.

“im sorry what was that?”

“i said… please… f-fuck me.”

“you know you should beg like you fucking mean it.”

“no…” you whimpered stubbornly, refusing to let him win. you steadied yourself as you tried to hold yourself in place and tried riding his cock. soon enough, you got tired again as you started tearing up. you just wanted to cum all over your sweet hot boyfriend!

“please ren…. i need you please fuck me… dont stop please i apologize im sorry for lying i did want to tease you on purpose, pleaseplease just fuck me and dont stop. please!”

“see that wasnt so hard princess? such a fucking slut, wearing this short skirt and wearing an intense pheromone perfume. dont complain if its too much.”

ren flipped you over as he pounded you into a mating press. sucking on your nipples as he held your knees to your chest while he thrusts in you in a fast, hard pace. hearing your sweet, high piched moans is music to his ears. he felt you tightened up as he continued with his cruel pace.

“ha…hah! cumming! cumming!~ r-ren! ” you screamed. feeling your body twitch as you felt blade hold your hands and not faltering at his pace. continuing to overstimulate you as all you could do was take in his big cock. feeling the wetness of your orgasm fall on your skirt, making a puddle beneath it.

“mmm, youre taking me so fucking good, dove. come on~ keep cumming until you cant princess.” your eyes rolled to the back and you were clawing at whatever your holding, drooling all over your mouth as you babble nonsense. clenching and cumming again and again since his thrusts wont ever stop at the moment. all you could think of is your lover. you pulled him into a kiss and he reciprocated back.

blade enjoyed seeing this sight as it drove him close to his orgasm, growling at your ear as he continously thrust messily into your sweet opening making you cum again and again.

he finally came in your cute pretty cunt. heavy breathing occured in the hot room. the smell of sex and of you was his favorite. he observed his work of art as he kissed you gently all over your body, muttering an i love you and welcome back home.

[faerunsbest]

get under his dress

Rolan sweet darling is never able to stifle himsefl when you have your tongue buried inside him. your hands under his dress groping and fondling him, stroking his thick dripping hard on. he shift to almost bit under his tail. he cant help the near shout he lets off, hips snapping for more.

you whip him around from you rplace on your knees, he only locks eyes with you for just a moment before your mouth is around his cock, tongue tracing the ridges of him. you are calm only a moment before you such and bob and tilt your head. Rolans knees go weak, so you slam him up against the wall, his reflex to throw his leg up over your shoulder. your hands grip and squeeze his fat ass before fingers slide in searching, poking and prodding before he all out your name in broken syllables. you shift to thrust relentlessly against his prostate with one hand, mouth slurping and sucking mercilessly against his dick. as he looks down he only sees your veiled gaze up from under the lace of his silk mini dress. your other grip sand strokes at the base of his tail, you love it. the way he keens,teeth bared as he moans like a bitch in heat.

buck, his hips snap , and there's no reprieve from the stimulation you offer with your entire self until the base of knotted cock swells up and he bursts. his cum splattering against your esophagus.

swallow it and keep your eyes locked on his.

he buckles, you don't, you grab him by his sensitive ridged hips to throw him down on his back and mount him.

Rolan complain for a break, he needs just a moment but his eyes roll back when you thrust up in his deep tight cavernous heat. slick and gummy with desperate need. over and over the breath is knocked from his lung while roll and buck and thrust desperate flood his insides, discolor the walls of his ass hold with the color your need.

biting hard down on his tenuous shoulder, your teeth sink in, pulling up the taste of copper while his claws dig into your back, hes useless a ragged mess moaning shameless and desperate as his cock seems to have new life. standing at attention when you finally come undone. you've flooded him with sticky gobs of yourself.

he whines, it isn't fair, how true and you wont let him whine for long after you've emptied yourself. you throw your head back as his dripping cum laden cock slide up inside you.

Rolan moans your name again as you settle on top og him in his pretty silk dress. he grabs your shoulder and throws you down on your back, rutting like a whore up inside you, shameless in his greed. he buck and moans, your knees slapping against your chest while he uses your form to grasp at euphoria.

and you, you look up to see that beautiful man in his pretty dress holding you down thrusting desperate for release. Rolan throws his back and moans loud, it almost hurts your ears, almost but you feels his glory all hot and wet and thick flooding you until your sure your belly swells.

he pulls out with a soft wet 'pop' and yo can feel his love spilling out from your love laden cavity before he just collapses on top of you. and all you can do is reach up to stroke his hair.

"you looks so pretty tonight..."

[grizzlybeartist]

18+ - John Ward X Reader - Cathedral

[Word Count: 950~]

[As the title implies. Oral sex in a cathedral. No plot unless you really squint. Reader is gender neutral. Enjoy, sinners <3]

[TWs: religious & sacreligious themes, catholic guilt]

Your hands plant firmly to the wall on either side of his head. John meets your gaze, momentarily startled. You can hear how his breathing picks up, see the faintest hint of red resting across his face, and you swear you see him cast a glance to your lips—before he's turning his head to avert his gaze.

"We shouldn't. We can't keep doing this. We—we aren't married, and my vows, and here of all places..." John can't help but ramble. His voice is thin, failing to hide just how much this is affecting him. No matter how sinful his holy texts say this is, he cannot deny that your touch, your breath on his skin, your voice in his ear—those are all far more rapturous than anything he's ever felt in the walls of this cathedral. No matter how desperately he tries to find reasons to deny you, his desire is just as desperate.

"Father," Your voice comes and he shivers, how do you make that title sound so filthy— "You think too much. If He didn't want us to find each other, why would He keep putting us into one another's paths?" You all but whisper. Your lips brush the skin of John's neck, just above where the clerical collar sits, and you could so easily sink your teeth in and mark him for everyone to see, claim him as your own, and just the thought has his legs going weak. But you don't. He hasn't told you yes yet. Your breath is hot against his flesh, making him feel human, making him feel alive for the first time in so long, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress a small moan at the feeling.

"For once," You continue, "Don't think with your head." One hand comes down from its spot against the wall to trail down John's chest; he can feel your nails through the fabric of his shirt, and he has a brief thought that he wants you to dig them in, that he wants it to hurt. Your hand continues in its path until it's resting at his belt, so close to where he wants your touch, and this time he fails to bite back his moan.

"Think with your body, your heart, instead. Tell me, John. Do you want me?" All at once his resolve melts away. 

"Yes. G-God, yes. Please." John's voice comes out more whimper than anything else, all the air leaving him as your hand cups his cock through his trousers. Pleasure trails up his spine and curls in his stomach like licking flames, he turns his head to meet your lips, and you taste so much sweeter than any sacrament he's ever taken. If this is truly the Devil's work, then John may just have to switch sides.

The kiss breaks, and John is left gasping in the stagnant air of the cathedral, his quiet noises of lust and need echoing against the stone walls, seeming so much louder in his ears than they truly are. You want something more to busy your mouth with than his lips, and you sink to your knees.

"Oh, mercy—" John breathes, so quietly you barely hear it, his face redder than you've ever seen before, and you chuckle as you mouth over the head of his cock, the fabric dampening the feeling and leaving him wanting. He's not left unsatisfied for long, as your fingers deftly undo his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks, hooking under the band of his boxers and tugging them down just far enough to expose him.

You waste no time taking him into your mouth, an embarrassingly loud whine escaping him at the feeling of your tongue circling the head. One of his hands finds the back of your neck, not pulling or controlling, just desperate for something to hold onto to ground himself. Part of John still can't believe he's doing this with you in a church, his hips canting forward against his will when you take him down your throat as deep as you can manage. At this, your own hands grip his hips firmly and pin them to the wall, a shudder wracking his frame.

With how worked up he is, it's no surprise it takes only a few short minutes before he's teetering on the brink of orgasm, stuttering out a warning and clasping a palm firmly over his mouth to hold back a cry as you only take him deeper in response. His legs nearly give out, his thighs trembling, back arching, eyes rolling back, as his release floods your mouth. Ecstasy burns through him like hellfire, his head tipping back and his hand falling away to allow him to pant and gasp freely as the flames slowly simmer down to little more than embers.

You pull away, swallowing and wiping your mouth with your sleeve to rub off what overflowed. John's hands are shaking too badly, so you fix his underwear and trousers to get him decent again, leaving the belt undone for him to handle himself. After another moment of him trying to collect himself, he does so.

John helps you stand, smiling sympathetically when you wince slightly, your knees sore from the stone floor. He leans in to join his lips to yours, a small aftershock of lust twinging between his thighs at the taste of his own cum on your tongue. Normally, he would find such a thing a tad gross, but it's you, and he's too blissed out to care at the moment.

"I believe it's considered polite to return the favour?"

[taichoushadow]

I know you're gonna like it - Kim Taehyung (M)

A little early birthday present to the sweetest Sofia @taeandpuppies I love you 💜

This because I don't know if i can whip out another one like this when it's your actual birthday... Gonna try though

I hope you enjoy it

Warning: mature content ahead. DNI when under 18!

Taehyung stutters, clamps his hands around the table edges, stomach pulling, chest rising fast as he tries to hold it by not spilling all of it too fast in your mouth but dangit... You feel to good wrapped around his rock hard cock and he is really trying everything but he just knows he isn't gonna last too long..

Wrapping his hand in your hair, he gently holds on to the back of your neck, feeling how your head bobs as you take him further down your mouth and he swears loudly.

"Fuck.. y/n." Taehyung nearly screams, his cheeks feels warm, scratch that - his whole body feels hot.

"Oh shit..." he wants to cry. Crying about how good he is feeling and the way this all turned out to be. Standing here in the living room, being pushed back against the table, holding onto it like it's gonna be his life line.

He knows that you know that he loves you, cares for you and basically would do everything for you and after managing to sneakily whisk you away from those hands that wanted to hurt you, he didn't expect to be pushed back against the table, with you lowering to your knees and fumbling with his belt.

He stuttered right there and then, holding onto your cheeks trying to lift you to your feet but you shook your head, doe eyes looking back up at him, telling him "I want to do this. Please."

The breath got stuck in his throat at that moment. Feeling his dick twitching at the sight of you on your knees combined with your response and so he just gulped and nodded, cupping your cheek and looked at you for one last confirmation you really wanted to this.

He feels his thigh trembling and his balls feel like they are burning, yet it feels too good when you swallow around his member and the vibration of your chuckle has him kicking his head back letting out a loud moan of your name. "Fuck! Y/n..."  followed by a grunt. You feel his hand tightening around your neck and when your eyes land on his hand resting on the table, you lick your tongue around his shaft at the sight of veins popping up beneath his skin.

Taehyung's mind is hazy, everything sounds like he is under water and he can feel sweat dripping down his back. The way you pulled down his trousers, the way you held eye contact when you removed his boxers oh so teasingly slow as you licked your lips at the sight of his already too hard cock.. He knew it was a compliment to you but he couldn't help but feel shy knowing you got him that hard within a minute.

However seeing the twinkle in your own eyes and feeling your hands trailing up his thigh before you wrap your fingers around his cock, has him in a whole different state of mind.

And now? Now he is ready to fully let go. His body begs his mind to take over and he does. All he does is feel. How his body feels deliciously warm, how your lips kiss around him, tongue lapping up his precum and the sound of your own moans, knowing that it's giving you satisfaction aswell just is-

"y/n, please. I cant.." he manages to rasp out, hips rutting up and you witness how his stomach dips heavily before you feel his hot sperm spilling over your tongue and you moan loudly, letting him know you're loving this as much as he is enjoying it.

"Fuck,fuck,fuck." Taehyung heaves, thighs trembling while his hand that was on your neck, now tightly grips onto your shoulder. Because for certain he thinks he is gonna buckle down, knees too weak to keep him standing.

Pulling back, you slowly pump him to help him get through his high and when you do hear him hiss, you let him go and stand up from your knees to face him.

You giggle, seeing the man standing there in bliss with his eyes closed and a lazy smile plastered on. Licking your lips, you step closer to grab onto his chin gently and you pull his face down. The feeling of your touch, has him opening his eyes and his gaze zooms onto yours.

He giggles at the sight, the smirk, you innocently blinking up at him as if you just not brought him to heaven and back. Although he still is in heaven with you right infront of him.

"Come here." Taehyung quickly wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest and starts playing with your hair. "That was.." he pauses taking in a deep breath. ".. A whole new experience."

You hum at that. "You looked so hot." this has him blushing again and he just pouts before countering back "Says the one right here." this time he is the one to slide a finger down your cheek to your lips before capturing your them in a deep kiss.

There you two are, his pants still down in a puddle between his feet and you take advantage of this, grabbing onto his cock once again.

He yelps and you smirk. "y/n! "

"Lets get this to the bedroom."

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[missy-0-piink]

This is dumb but . . . Sub Fukuzawa like first he acts serious and then all weak and pathetic in a few seconds✨

NO ANON IT ISNT DUMB AT ALL!!!!

UGHHGHGHG YESSS SOMETHING ABT THE OKDER MEN IN BSD SEND ME INTO OVERDRIVE

Omg he’s such a dilf and I have daddy issues so🤭

I just wanna take care of him 😫

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It’d be so cute

You’d be in the ada building, inside of fukuzawas office

You had come to check in on him, the past couple of weeks having been hectic with all the missions the ada has been sent

He was stressed, more so than usual

And you’d come to…. Relieve him 🤭

“(Name)” he’d warn when you sat on his lap, tensing slightly, though he did like the way your warmth seeped into him, “I’m busy,”

“Of course, don’t mind me… continue your work~” you’d say, moving your mouth to his jaw, leaving chaste kisses there

He’d try to focus on his work, but then you’d start moving down towards his neck, mouthing at it and leaving wet, sloppy, open mouthed kisses

This made it harder to register the words on the paper, but he still didn’t give in

Until you reached your hand up to massage his scalp, holding the back of his head

Now, fukuzawa may seem like a stoic, emotionless man to some, but he’s quite the opposite

He’s a sucker for soft moments, for saccharine sweet displays of affection

So when you do this?

He melts

He slowly puts down the papers on the desk in front of him, tilted his head and giving you easier access to his neck, little breaths escaping him

He moves his hands down to your thighs, gripping them softly as you start grinding against him

His breath hitches softly when you move your hand underneath his haori, caressing his chest, his abs, going lower and lower

Until you meet his cock, half hard and getting harder, and you grip it softly

You stroke, circling the tip with your fingers, making him involuntarily buck up into your hand

“(Name),” no longer a warning, but something more close to a plea, a twinge of desperation in it

Oh your poor baby, he sounded so tired, so needy

How could you possibly resist helping him?

You get off of his lap, receiving a questioning look from him before you drop to your knees

At this he lets out a small moan, the sight of you kneeling before him and parting his legs so you can fit between them making his cock jump

You part the fabric of the haori, enough to expose his dick to you

You give a few kitten licks to the tip, kissing it too and making sure you really work him up

His breathing is shaky, and so are his hands when he reaches one up to intertwine his fingers in your hair; not pushing down or forcing any movement, just a comforting presence

He hadn’t had time to indulge in himself ever since the bombardment of missions, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss your touch; of you cuddling him, kissing him… fucking him

Seeing how needy he was, you didn’t waste any more time teasing him, placing the head of his cock in your mouth and gently sucking, slowly working your way down his cock

He enjoyed it slow and sensual, preferring the gentleness and intimacy

His head tilted back with a soft groan, face going slack

There we go, you thought to yourself, delighting in the way your plan to make him relax was working

You suck harder, working his cock down your throat until your nose brushes his mons pubis, the hair their tickling you

He gasps out, hand flexing in your hair and hips very gently (he doesn’t want to hurt you, it’s his biggest fear 😭) thrusting into your mouth

You cant tell he’s getting closer when his soft thrusts increases in pace and get sloppy, and the way his moans and groans become frequent

You pull your mouth off of his cock, working it with both your hands

You couldn’t resist making him voice what he wants

“Yukichi~ do you want to cum? Tell me” you say, voice hoarse

“Ah- yes, yes, please-ah~” he moans out as you once again take him in your mouth down to the hilt, sucking softly

His hips buck a couple of times before he stills, body tensing and face morphed from his usual frown to one of pleasure

He cums with a few quiet, strangled grunts, his thick load sliding down the back of your throat

You swallow, pulling off of his cock before fukuzawa swipes his thumb along your chin, cleaning off the mix of saliva and cum that had escaped your mouth

“You always find a way to distract me” he says, smiling down at you

“Of course, dear” you smile back

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AHHHHH this is so cute 🤭🤭🤭🤭

[yourtouchismidas]

im begging for literally anything written about george. i love that man so much

ok so i've just been in a hot country with my bf so lets imagine this.

george is off from tour so you both get cheap plane tickets and fly out to an island, george wearing big sunglasses and a hat, just in case, but rarely recognised in the same way his lead singer is.

he sleeps on the plane while you read, holding your hand and absentmindedly mumbling your name in his sleep and every time he does you look over to him, expecting him to be calling for you, and instead your face breaks out into a smile and you think about how lucky you are, chuckle and go back to your book.

you land and the hot air hits you, and george's hands are already on your waist as you climb the stairs out of the airplane, needy for you and needing release, again, from missing you so much on tour. (he woke you up twice last night despite the day of travel ahead, to fuck you slowly and moan into your shoulder, before rolling away for a second and breathing out "fuck i missed your body so much. i missed what it does to me.")

so you rush through security and into a taxi to the villa he has booked out for you, him scrambling with the keys and dragging you through it while you're trying to look at the decor, searching for the bedroom, and when he cant find it in the maze of white tile stairs and brown locked door closets, he pushes you against one of the walls and fucks you there instead until you can only see stars and feel heat.

you're there for a week and you barely leave the villa, george picking somewhere completely in the middle of the countryside so he can have you to himself away from sight seeing and culture, just you and him and a blue pool and the sun and your skin, which he rubs suncream into everyday and then you lie out, both holding books, but never actually getting to them, just talking, talking and talking and talking, about everything that happened on tour and back home, everything that has happened to each of you ever, the same way you talked over coffee this morning, and talked yourself to sleep on the aircon cooled pillows the night before.

during siesta sex you suck his dick and watch him grab the clean white sheets of the bed in his fists, hard, to stop himself from going over the edge too quickly, trying to savour it, to savour you, but he can never do it, and afterwards he puts his hand under yours and lifts your face to his and says, "its because you're my weakness," and you go weak at the knees.

you giggle all the way down to the tiny village at the bottom of the hill, you in a dress and kissed brown from the sun and him in a soft tshirt sporting a pink nose. the waiter calls you beautiful and tells george to look after you. "you should marry her," he says, "before someone else does." he laughs at george's bleached hair, rubbing his own dark head and asking if he should do the same. you both laugh with him, and with each other, until your sides hurt.

you walk back up to the villa, hand in hand, stretching apart and then coming back together but never letting go. all the pent up tingling energy, the burning desire, the desperation, has gone now you've fucked each other over and over and over, and you wonder when it will come back, because you know it will, maybe in a few minutes, maybe an hour, maybe tomorrow but for now you are content to just pull up a deck chair, climb into his arms and both fall asleep as the sun sets, ignoring your flight home in a few days, ignoring george's return to tour, ignoring your return to the dull british weather. ignoring everything, even the sunset now as it draws to a close and your eyes fall shut, except the warmth of each others bodies. ignoring everything but each other.

[a-slutformy-sir]

A bumpy ride...(Part 2!)

(Go and read part 1 first, pinned on my page) The men drag me naked out of the car into the forest. The forest ground hurts to walk on from not wearing shoes. I feel my cum drip down my leg as my body feels weak after cumming. Your friends seem very excited, almost like dogs in heat. I watch you trail behind, more amused than sexually frustrated. You're patient, you know what is yours. That's one of the things that attracted me to you in the first place, you're always calm, always collected - you're always in control.

"Are you ready slut?" One friend taunts "I know I am!" Another friend declares.

I am pulled not so gently by the arm while I feel another hand grope my boobs. The hands are rough and desperate. I try to pull away but they grip tighter. I wince and pull hard tripping over. "Get up slut" they say forcefully yanking me up. My feet hurt, my arms hurt, but I already know, this will be the least amount of pain I'm going to feel. We get to what they determine is the destination and push me against a tree trunk. They laugh sadistically as they look me up and down, almost like they want to tear my body apart.

I see you take a stance a few feet away, hands in your pockets, excited about the show you're about to watch. I see your eyes trail down my body to the stream of cum down my leg. I squirm in embarrassment. All these men watching me in this position. How humiliating! I feel lips on my neck and hands sliding up my leg and stomach. I try to push away, but hands grip my wrists and push them against the tree trunk.

"Where do you think you're going?" "Yeah we're not even started with you!" "I mean you'd hate to miss out on all the fun"

The friends mock me as a hand pushes my head down until I'm on my knees. I hear pant zippers and my stomach drops...I know what's coming.

I see your friends cock meet my eye level. I try to push my head away but they've grabbed my neck. I try to keep my mouth closed instead, but one friend pinches my nose so I cant breathe. I start to panick as I try to hold my breath, but it's no use. I'm starting to get a little light headed and quickly try to open my mouth to breathe. Without hesitation, I feel a cock push into my mouth and down my throat. I have no warning as my I begin to choke on your friends cock. His not as big as you, but then again I've always struggled to take your full cock (which is why I'm guessing you were practising with the dildo before).

Your friends start jerking themselves off as they move towards me. One friend grabs my tits and starts slapping it.

"Mhmmm", I moan out.

"Oh look, she likes it", the other friend calls out I start to feel my nipple being pulled and twisted. A squeal escapes my mouth. It hurts, and no, I do not like it! "Fuck it feels good when she makes noise and vibrates on my cock", moans the friend whose dick is pushing down my throat.

"If you want her to really make noise, I can help", you say.

"Mmunuph" I try to object with my mouth full of cock.

I feel a small release as your friend's cock leaves my mouth. I feel my body pulled and pushed over a fallen tree with my ass in the air and head getting buried in the dirt. I try to catch my breath, but I'm breathing in the forest floor. One friend sits on top of my back and pushing my body in the tree, making it even harder to breathe or move.

"Go ahead", you say gesturing to your friend and to my mouth again.

I try to pull away but my body is in no position to move. I feel the friend on my back pull my hair and with it my head up while the other friend slides his cock deep into my mouth once again as I begin to squirm. I try to remain calm but my eyes give me away as they begin to water while my air is cut off for a second while I choke on your friend's cock.

I feel hands on my body, and with a *SMACK* I feel a hand imprint on my ass.

"Mhhhmmm!" I moan, unable to form words while your friend's cock entertains my tongue.

"Oh fuck, I think she likes it," Your friend says as his hand spanks my ass again.

"mhmph", I try to protest. I dont like it; my ass stings in the cold air.

"Don't listen to her", you say, "She likes it, trust me. Keep going and find out just how much". You tempt.

I try to meet your eyes with desperation as I watch you approach and bend down to my ear.

"Enjoy yourself, Miss Puddle Pants, seems like you already are" You taunt. Now I really start to panic realising you wont help me. That I wont be able to stop whatever is about to happen and I have no control over this situation or my own body. I feel more hands on me as your friend stops spanking me and grabs my hips. I am nervous; I don't know these guys, what they want, what they'll take.

I feel something cold at the entrance to my pussy. Then without warning I feel two fingers harshly shoved in my pussy. My eyes widen as I try to thrash my body around to get them out and to get your friend off my back. "I thought you liked having something in your pussy slut". Your friend says as he violently fucks my pussy with his fingers.

I start letting out a scream thats mumbled by a dick occupying my throat. Your friends are unpredictable and have no self control. *SMACK* I feel another spank on my ass, harder than before. *SMACK* Another one.

"mfucchkk", I try to mumble out. I am overwhelmed by all the different areas on my body being touched, spanked, fucked. I feel myself getting closer to the edge. With every spank and tear that rolls down my face I get closer to cumming. I dont want them to make me cum but I cant help it. Your friend takes his fingers out and just as quickly shoves his cock into my cunt. Fucking me senseless. "Fuu, fuh, fuhhCCK!" I squeal as my cunt tightens around your friends cock, as I begin to cum for the second time today. But your friend doesn't stop or even slow down, instead he goes harder and faster as my cunt begins to ache. "I knew you liked it slut!" Your friend says. "You've cum twice and haven't even made us cum once. Fucking disgraceful, don't worry we can change that" Your friend says fucking my throat and slapping my face. I feel like an object, just a hole for him as he has no regard for the fact I cant breathe and am choking on his cock.

He grabs my hair and pulls me backwards pulling his cock out of my mouth. suddenly I get hit in the face with hot sticky cum that drips down my face and off my glasses.

"You look like a very pretty whore coated in my cum." Your friend says with a final slap to my face.

"Plea-aase sto-op I-mm d-on-e" I say still being fucked mercilessly. "You're so dumb that you think you get to decide when we're done" "Exactly, especially since I haven't even had my turn with you yet" Suddenly the fucking stops and I feel your friend get off my back. The relief is short lived when I am grabbed by the wrists and pulled up off the fallen tree. One of your friends is lying on the ground and I'm shoved onto all fours ontop of him. A dick gets shoved into my cunt as I continue to get fucked. "Ple-ase it h-hurts. I-I-m be-gging y-you" "Id probably save your begging for this next bit slut" My stomach drops as I feel something at my ass. I feel the excruciating pain as my ass tries to stretch around your friends cock. I begin to cry from the pain but he doesn't seem to care. Mascara and tears stream down my cum covered face. "Fuck shes so tight" As I feel his cock stretch my ass while my pussy continues to be fucked. I feel like my body is going to rip apart. I start to sob as they both pick up the pace. "Can someone shut her up?" Your friend groans. "I know what will shut her up" I hear as a cock fills my mouth. I don't even try and fight it, I'm in too much pain, too tired to fight. I just let it happen, I have no choice. "Does it feel good to be fucked by three guys at once?" I hear you taunt for a few feet away as you watch me get violated. "You clearly seem to like it. Of course you do, you've always been a slut wanting all the guys attention. How does it feel to have all the attention on you?" I feel humiliated being in this position, all because I wanted to cum. "Fuck I'm gonna cum" "Ugh me too" and with that my pussy and ass are filled with cum. I feel it all try to drip out as they take their cocks out and get up. "Woah can't let too much fall out" I hear you say as I feel something painfully go into my ass. "Here we go, this buttplug will be a perfect plug for the ride home. Oh and cant forget about your pussy. Here's the dildo you seem to love having in your pussy" You say shoving the dildo into my pussy. "After all, we don't want you making a mess of the car" I cant even answer or moan as I'm too distracted choking on the cum that's dripping down my throat as your friend finishes spraying the last drops onto my tits. Your friends zip up their pants leaving me collapsed in the dirt covered in cum with a dildo in my pussy and a plug in my ass. "Get up" "Come on we got to go" They say pulling me up to my feet. "You better not let anything fall out walking back to the car" You warn. I try walking back to the car, waddling and trying to wipe my face. Im much slower than the others as I clench the dildo around my cunt but they don't seem to mind. As we get to the car they throw me a towel to put around myself. "I wonder if now that you're double plugged the bumps on the way home will be even more fun" You say as we get to the car. I go to sit down but its too painful between the spanking and toys in me. Yet you push me to sit as I let out a gasp and another tear falls. "Just make sure not to cum, because you know exactly what my friends get to do to you if you do." You say winking and closing the car door.

[littlemissfasd]

Not edited, i write this at like 3am and i was sick so..if theres mistakes..shhh.

I look out the window, the rain pouring and smashing against the windows calms me. The storms have been harsher this winter. They've ruined our crops, lucky we had stocked up on canned stuff. I stare out the window for a while before noticing a person stumbling through the farm land, my eyes widen seeing the person's tattoo. "Ellie?" I gasp, i sprint out the door seeing her collapse to the floor "oh my god!" I collapse next to her, placing my hand on her cheek. She's covered in dirt, blood and bruises and she looks exhausted. "I need to get you inside okay?" She lets out a low sound, i wrap my arm around her waist pulling her up to her feet.

"Come on, i got you." I practically drag her up onto the deck, when i feel her entire body weight fall on me i know she's passed out, i groan and drag her onto the couch laying her down "hey, wake up for me love." I say, her eyes flutter open but she cant keep them open.

"Shit.." i whisper "i need you to sit up okay? I need to clean you." She lets out a groan as i pull her up, my heart breaks seeing her so weak. God damnit tommy. I shake my thoughts away knowing it's not fair to blame him. If he had just..let it go. "Arms up." I pull her shirt over her head leaving her only in a bra, she has a large bite mark on her stomach along with scrapes and bruises. "Jesus el.." her eyes open and stare at me "i..im sorry." She whispers, i shake my head.

"Lets get you in the shower okay." She nods and lets me practically drag her into the bathroom. I sit her down on the tiled floor and help her undress, she says nothing the only thing that leaves her mouth is gasps and cries as her entire body aches. I turn on the shower, her head tips back letting the water hit her face. I run my hand through her wet hair, letting the dirt fall to the floor.

She hums quietly as i move the shower head, wiping her neck and chest. "I-it hurts" she whispers, her voice cracking, i nod and gently clean it "I know, i'm sorry. I've got to get you cleaned babe." She coughs, a mix of phlegm and blood lands in her hand, i give her a worried look to which she shakes her head, placing her hand under the water to get rid of the fluids.

I go down, wiping her things and legs, the bruises on her knees are forming in an angry manner "almost done." I say, finishing up. She leans her hands on her knees letting out a shaky breathe, she lets her head fall against my stomach "I'm so sorry" she whispers, i can feel the warm water seeping through my shirt as i run my fingers through her hair.

"Don't apologise el." I let her lean against me, feeling her entire body shake. "I lost my ring." She mumbles, i look down and see she is in fact not wearing her wedding ring. "Its okay, i'm sure we can find another one." I assure her, she looks up at me her eyes are glassy and puffed up from the amount of tears shes cried. "Really?" I smile and cup her cheek "Really."

Her eyes light up slightly, i kneel down and her forehead leans against mine "I shouldn't have gone.." she admits, her voice cracks as the tears try to escape.

"You did what you had to do." I wrap a towel around her, she doesn't seem to notice and stares blankly instead.

"Can we go to bed?" She asks, it almost sounds like a beg. "Yeah of course." I pick her up, she winces as my cold hands hit her warm body. I walk us through the hall and into our bedroom, she leans her head against me "here." I mumble, laying her down on the bed, wrapping her favourite blanket around her.

"Stay..please" she whispers holding onto my wrist, i nod and lay beside her "I'm not going anywhere" my arm wraps around her loosely careful not to hurt her.

"I couldn't do it." She whispers.

"You couldn't..what?" I ask, she lets out a sigh and holds my hand tightly.

"I had her.. i had her right there.. but i..couldn't do it."

Abby is still alive. Her leaving was a meaningless thing. I told her note to go. God damnit tommy. I think.

I let out a sigh and place a kiss on her head.

"It's okay.." is it?

She picked revenge over me. I begged her to stay. Hell i screamed at tommy for putting the idea back in her head.

"You don't have to stay..y'know" her voice is weak, her body tenses slightly.

"You're my wife el. I'm not going to leave you. Not now. Not ever" I move slightly and feel the heat radiating off her "You're burning up." I mumble, moving the blanket off her.

She reaches up, placing her hand on the back of my neck her eyes dart between my lips and my eyes "i love you, y'know that?" I smile "well you married me so i would hope so." She lets out a laugh and leans up placing a gentle kiss on my lips, i pull her up towards me allowing her to deepen the kiss.

Instead, she pulls away looping a few strands of my hair around her bruised hands "I'm sorry..for everything." My eyes soften, my thumb moves back and forth on her bare skim "i know. I know love."

Her eyes harden before she giggles, i give a puzzled look as laughter takes over her "what?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"I'm fully fucking naked." She laughs looking down at her naked body, i giggle with her.

"Eh its a good look on you." I comment, my hands travel up her side forcing a small shiver from her.

"I missed this, i missed you." She admits, blushing slightly as if she's embarrassed. "Promise me you're not mad."

"I'm not mad, love. I mean i was for a while but.. your alive. Your here." My hand intertwines with hers.

A small smile creeps onto her face as she nods slowly.

"So we're okay?" She asks for reassurance.

Instead of answering i slip my ring onto her finger, turning over and wearing my engagement ring instead. She smiles at the gesture, pulling me in for a kiss. This time it was needy and passionate, her hands slip under my shirt, she moans softly as i bite on her lip before pulling away.

"When im healed.. i'm going to fuck the hell out of you." She says point blank making me laugh.

"Well hurry up and heal then, asshole."

[emmimimii]

#2 In the Car | Marius Von Hagen

go away 18 below/ minors! NSFW Ahead!

Fandom: Tears of Themis Pairing: Marius Von Hagen x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Vaginal penetration, Unprotected sex, dirty praises, car sex, semi-public sex, riding

its cramped. You're both an arm's length away from each other and you could smell the faint scent of cologne he has on, he smelt faintly of citrus and it fits him well

he was wearing his suit but had taken off the vest and tuxedo pieces, leaving him in only his signature black shirt, the very same shirt you find yourself eyeing (because it highlights his pecs so fucking well) he seems to see you staring at him, so he playfully says "oneesan/jiejie, is the view that great?"

You rolled your eyes, it's so him to be joking, but instead of the usual retorts, you decided to play his game and tease him back.

"yes, good enough to eat, you look and smell delicious" letting the s drawl, you can see him gulp slightly, it was a relatively straight and empty road, so he let his eyes wander over to you, but without giving him too much time to react, you reach out and touch his arms, and your fingers tiptoeing across to his chest (that you so long to touch)

Marius's grip on the wheel wavered, and you could feel the car swerve slightly (a/n: please don't do this irl it's dangerous buns!) but he manages to grab hold of the car with one of his hands before it gets out of control, the other holds on to your mischievous fingers, gripping it and leading it to his warmest part of his body.

He quickly parks in a safe spot, your hand still captured between his palm and the heat of his cock. he unbuckles the two seatbelts and repositions his chair backwards. and without any warning, he grabs hold of your ass and lifts you on to his lap (while also managing to put a hand on your head, to prevent you from getting a concussion, cause whatever's going to happen he's not going to stop)

he's warm and hard, and it's not just his dick you're talking about (though that part of him was extra hot) and you can feel his breath on you, his lips inches away from yours, the hand that was protecting your head smoothly push you towards him, him meeting you half way

the kiss was humid and sloppy, but neither of you could separate from each other, you loved the way both your chest rubbed against each other, and your cunt now wet was also frictioning (a/n: i want this to be a word pls) on his member.

you feel one of his hand tangle in your locks, and the other to your pussy, rubbing (knocking) on the entrance once he reaches, and he proceeds to drown your moans through kissing, when you really couldn't hold it in, you bite down on his tongue, and he bites back then lets go.

"oneesan/jiejie, i see someones in a mood to play naught-ah"

he didn't get to finish talking, because your hand have found it's way on his cock, unzipping his pants clumsily in the dark, you press the ready and wet cunt against his, slicking him with your juices.

"oneesan/jiejie, wait-hng, thank god for skirts-oh god"

you laugh at the statement as you sit on him, sliding down slowly.

you love the feeling of his cock when it penetrates you, every time he enters, you're surprised by how warm a person could be, then it gets deeper and thicker and it fills you up so well, but you know, he's not fully in yet. His cock just keeps going until it stretches your cunt, both horizontally and vertically, it greets your cervix with a deep kiss and you know he will each and every time he thrusts.

it hurts every time, but its a pain you can't live without (like spicy food [a/n: I cant even eat spicy]) you're enjoying the way he's stretching and throbbing and you can feel him inside you so clearly, the way every vein throbs makes your knees weak, but you know he's waiting

his lips start kissing it's way to your breasts, expertly reaching your perk nipples, obviously waiting for attention, and you feel them enveloped in warm wet heat, and his tongue flicking aggressively, starving for your reaction, he bites gently

your back arches, pressing your chest closer to him, and his dick pushing further in, you struggle to move up and down, your arms embracing his head offering some sort of leverage, making it somewhat easier to push yourself up

you're going slow, enjoying the way everything feels more ... detailed, trying to mold his dick into your pussy, but he can't take it anymore. as much as he loves it when you take charge, he wants more

he wants to hear the schlicking sound your cunt makes when he thrusts in you over and over again, he wants to inhale your screams as you lose control of your moans, and he wants to watch in disappointment as his cum leaks out of you everytime he tries to fuck more into you

he grabs you by the ass and rams in you, making sure to hit every spot he knows that sends you into a frenzy along the way, he moves rapidly but not losing strength in each plunge, his cock greeting the cervix with a deep kiss every time he enters

"oneesan/jiejie you should know better than to tease me like that"

you bite his shoulder in response, unable to speak anything more than gibberish at this moment, "look at how well you're taking me, does being in the car turn you on?" he eggs on, knowing fully well that just being with him is a turn on, the man eludes pheromones and he's just fucking sinful, the embodiment of lust

you're sure if anyone were to walk on the street at this moment, they'd not only see the vigorous shaking of the car, but the moans you were trying so hard to hide are leaking, all nonsense cause he's already fucked you dumb, and all you want right now is to feel his thick cum in you

"f-fuck, in-inside me please"

your voice shakes from the intense rocking and you hear him chuckle in response as he slows down, you mewl in disappointment, you were so close! he smirks and asks "jiejie/oneesan, what do you want inside?""you know what..." he thrusts, unsatisfied with your response "hmm I won't know unless you tell me clearly tho, o-ne-e-san/jie-jie" fuck his bratty side taking over, you hate it but it fucking turns you on

you try to glare at him, but he thrusts in again, teasing you, he knows fully well what you want, but he won't give it to you until you beg for it

"your cum inside me" "inside where, jiejie/oneesan?" he's really starting to annoy you now, and you try to take control, attempting to grind your ass, and invoking the climax you so desperately want yourself, but he knows you well, and grabs hold of your ass, and lifts it slowly, as a threat, that he'll pull out and leave both you and him unsatisfied (it totally works on you)

"i want your big dick to cum inside my pussy" he raises his eyebrows, not hearing the magic word. "Please" you begged, and he smirked, satisfied by the hold he has on you. and he re-sheaths himself in you, groaning happily by your wet warmth, this is where he belongs, his dick in your cunt, his dick was made to rearrange your guts

he lifts you up and puts you on the steering wheel, giving him a better access to your sloppy pussy and the view of your jiggling breast was a sight to behold. he holds on to your waist as he plunges you deep, digging at your cervix, his end goal, he wants to fuck a baby in you and that's where his cum needs to be. he begins to ram inside you with extreme pace and strength (man this man is really sucking out your energy to fuck you) and you can feel his cock throb and you know he's close, and so are you

you reach your end first, your walls clamping hard on to him, he lets out a growl, you're making this harder for him to push deeper in you, but with a few more presses he reaches his climax too, shooting thick ropes of hot cum in you, painting his destination white

you breath heavily as he tries to fuck the overcrowded cum back into you, but really pushing more out with his movement, he curses, then smiles at you, promising to fill you up with more when you get home

you weren't sure what happens after, as you blacked out from exhaustion and heat, the car was humid, windows fogged up from body heat, and it smelt of sex, the last thing on your mind was thanking the tech now for putting car horns on another spot, else the car would be beeping nonstop. the next time you woke, you were in bed, and Marius was doing as he promised, fucking more cum into your pussy

"oh onee-san/jiejie, you're awake, you're just in time for round 5"

why am i writing this at 12am (also i wrote so much more compared to last time) so god help if my dialogue is cringe also i gave up on trying to spell check (do u think grammarly will make me delete my vile stuff (delete me pls)

i've been staring at the perfume yes im too broke for it but corriander??? (he does look like the type to eat corriander)

WHAT SHOULD I WRITE ABOUT NEXT?

[hirik0]

Like a virgin part 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Perv Price/unexperienced Graves

NSFW they fuck and there is aftercare

Graves is panting in the sheets, cursing in his head, this is the exact reason he trys to get of before he meets with Price. He dont even registers what Price is doing at the moment just trying to breath and to get his brain back online. Oh, shit maybe his judgement of edging was to harsh, shit he dont think he ever had such a good orgasm ever. "Phil, Phil", Price says sounding like he tryed to get his attention for a while now. "Yeah, what?", Graves asks. "I ask if you want me to use a condom?", Price repeats his question rubbing circels in to Graves sweat covered back. "No", Graves answers before Price is slapping his ass again. "Your ready or do you need some more time?", Price asks, lubing up the cock ring before putting it on himself. "Go slow, please", Graves answers the tears on his face are drying. He saw in the porn how fast the professionals are doing it, but that's what they are proffesionals, not like him. "You okey with the postion?", Price asks, lubing up his dick. He made it he finally made it and this thight virign ass is his, he's the first. Price never gave a fuck about virginity in his live, but now he gets the appeal to be the first, to knowinh he is the first. "Yes, I will tell you when I want a other one", Graves promises, rolling his eyes and he's sure Price knows by the tone of his voice.

Price stands up from the bed, pulling Graves back to the edge of the bed. Getting a displeased sound out of Graves who's chest is now right on a wet spot. The anger in Graves eyes disappears when he sees Price towering over him when glanceover his shoulder. He swallows when Price is moving his knees and his hip into position. Price then applies a last amount of lube around Graves hole. He spreads the ass cheeks looking at it for a moment, making Graves shift a bit uncomfortable. Price lines up and pushes the tip in. The cock ring was a brilliant idea, because he dont think he could hold back the orgasm other wise. Price may have a lot of stamina from years of sex, he's in his mid 50s, he usaly dont comes like a teenager with just his tip in. Bit somehow waiting to get this for so long makes him want to come in the spot. He slowly pushes in some more before he pulls out again till only his tip is in. Graves strugels at the feeling of a dick up his ass. The streach burns and it hurts a bit. The slow movement of Price makes it even worse. Graves muskel tense up, that makes the uncomfortable feeling even worse. "Colour?", Price asks him stoping his movement maybe being in with a thrid of his length. "Yellow", Graves answers and feeling how Price is running his fingers over his back. "Want me to go faster?", Price asks when he feels how Graves back is slowly relaxing again. "I.. just don't go in one go", Graves says, thinking that this maybe was a bad idea, that he didn't need all this expirince at all. He just needs to say red and Price would stop no questions ask. Price starts to move again, less slow but still not as fast as he wants to, Graves needs time to adjust. With every trust he pushes in a more till he is nearly bottomed out. Graves is cursing the whole time, interuped by pants.

Graves don't know how-to describe the feeling. It still hurts a bit, he feels strangely full and Price is really fucking big. He even presses against his prostate just because he's so big. He moves around hoping to find a bit more comfortable angle. Price lets him, even guides him a bit. Loving how Graves his bowing his back to push his ass further towards him. Price trys to hold back he really does wanting to give Graves the time to get used to his sice, but he can't he just cant keep up the patienced teacher act up anymore. He wants to fuck the other man in to oblivion so he starts moving trying to find a pace that's not to hard and fast but also not to weak and slow. Only using half of his length and soon Graves is gasping and panting. Price knows he his brushing Graves prostate with every trust, not wanting to fully asult the nerve bundle just yet. Graves slowly starts to enjoy this the hurt slowly getting replaced by pleasure, but he somehow misses something. It feels like Price is holding back, as if Price is not enjoy himself. "More", Graves pants out not sure what he's asking for. "What do you mean with more?", Price asks curuios. "I.. its, fuck John you saw what I looked at, just do some of that", Graves stammers out. "You have to be more specific, you looked at a lot." "More force?", Graves says not sure if that's the right term to use. Price holds back a amused huff, before he starts to fuck harder into Graves, still slow, but he trys to fuck as deep as the ankle allows him. Graves gets a lot louder now, moaning yes and so good. Price starts to pull Graves hip back with every trust, their skins now slapping together. From here Price builds up the pace, with every few trust buildings up the speed. Sweat is running down Price back from the force, he's fucking in Graves trying to not zone out. Price wants nothing more the just mindless fuck into Graves.

Graves feels like is brain is melting, the only think he can think of is Price fucking him. He's not feeling how with ever trust his whole body is being pushed forward, how is hard again, leaking precum on the bed, tears of pleasure are runing down his face again. "John", he moans wanting the cuffs off, wanting to touch Price. The problem of him moaning John's name is that Price dont really understand he wants something from him. "Price, I wanna touch", Graves whines high pitched. Price stops his movement thinking about it, making Graves squirm and wiggel for friction. "Please?", Graves asks in the most honey sweet voice he can put in right now. Well he can give one hand to touch, Price reason not being able to resist Graves wishes. So Price pulls out earning protest that he stops with flipping Graves on his back. Love seeing the tears, sweat and slavia running down Graves face. "Price", Graves sobs pathetic and Price loves it, how he despreate Graves is for his dick, like he should. Price leans down kissing him sweetly getting his left hand out of the cuff. Then he puts new free cuff to the metal frame of the bed. "What?", Graves aks confused in the kiss trying to move is right arm and being stoped, breaking the kiss to look at his arm. "I'm right handed", Graves complains just getting a dirty grin from Price he did this on purpose. "You said you want to touch, Phil never said with wich hand", Price conters, being very pleased with himself, starting to moves Graves leg on his arms, laughing when Graves is weakly punshing against Price shoulder to show his displeasure with this.

Price pushes back in making Graves scratch his chest, and push against him. Price being unpleased with the angle he is getting moves Graves legs then pushing forward so that Graves thights are nearly to his chest. Graves is cursing under his breath Price fat cock pressing against his prostate. Price is moving his hands back on Graves hips, where hand shaped bruises will apear putting pressure on it getting a moan from Graves. The Price starts to move again aiming for the prostate with every brutal trust. Loving to see new tears running down Graves face how he is trashing his head, clawing his back with his free hand. "Please, I.. John", Graves sobs he can't take it anymore it's to much, why is Price not coming by now? "Want to cum? Littel desperate slut?", Price asks him and Graves is nodding not even caring that Price calls him slut. "Please, I want.. want to.. want your cum leaking out of me, please", Graves begs knowing it will make Price cum fast when he begs for him, Price jut picks up his pace. "What if I but a plug into you, so it can't leak out?", Price asks voice rough rom his own moaning by now. "No, I.. want it to run down my legs, please", Graves barely abel to form a sentence lost in overstimulation and pleasure. "Why's that?", Price sounding curious but also as is he is waiting for something. Graves trys to put a train of thought together, trying to figure out, what Price is wa ts him to say. "Because.. because I'm your dirty slut", Graves finally says the first complete his brain can form. "Thats right you are my slut", Price agrees each word is following a brutal trust nd Graves is gone. Price cant even react that fast, seeing how Graves is bending his back, throwing his head back, is doing something in between a moan and scream and is covering himself in cum. Price wishes he could take a picture, it's perfect, till Graves free hand that causes some real bloody damage to Prices back is falling on the sheets. "Phil?", Price ask stopping his movement a mix of pride an iritation are filling him. "Phil", he repeats but Graves is not moving his head or is making a sound. Graves pasted out and they didn't make any agreement over Price being allowed to keep fucking him.

Price pulls out feeling how his knees protesting being in the same position for that long. The first think Price is doing is freeing Graves hand. Not liking the red marks and broken skin on the wrist, then he goes to his bathroom to yerk off. Turning on the shower to wash the sweat and blood from his body, removing the cock ring only needing a few strokes to cum in his shower watching his spend being washed down the drain. When hes finished cleaning himself, an looks with help of a mirror the sratchs on his lover back, Graves did a a job on him. A bit awkwardly he patches himself up, the help of another person would make this easier. Then he grabs a wash cloth to clean up Graves and some thinks to take care if the injured wrist. Back in the bedroom Graves clearly not moved at all, but his chest is moving. He carefully cleans all the cum and most of the sweat of Graves, feeling smug when he sees that there is even cum on Graves face, he did this. Then he carefully slaps Graves face, trying to get atleast a response from the other man. A strange sound is coming from Graves probably a mix of his sore throat and him being only semi conscious. "Phil", Price says seeing how Graves slowly trys to open his eyes, stopping at half open, his vision blurry. "I need you to keep your eyes open and drink something okey", Price voice sounds like it's coming out of a shitty radio but he makes some sound of agreement, atleast he thinks so. Price shortly fetches a bottle of gatorate and metal straw from the kitchen, while Graves fights to keep his eyes open, his eye lits are so heavy. Price drinking half the bottle himself before putting the straw in getting Graves head in a position to drink making sure hes not chocking. "A bit more", Price says when Graves trys to pull away, the cold liquid making his hurting throat worse. Gently encouraging Graves to drink half a bottle for now. Price finally patching up Graves wrist, getting sounds of protest when he's disinfecting it and aplieing some creme. When he puts the bandage on, Graves is closing his eyes, slipped into a sleep. Price tugs Graves und the covers, letting him rest and is cleaning up his bedroom. Then he brings more gatorate and some of Graves favourite snacks in his bedroom, so when Graves makes up he can drink some more and maybe even eat.

When Graves wakes up it dark in room besites a nightstand lamp being on. He feels hungover, his head hitting, his throat, ass, right wrist and hip are hurting. "You're awake", Price says next to him when he notices the movement. Graves trys to say something but his vocal cords only producing a croaking. When he moves his head he is seeing that Price is fully cloths next to him, holding a bottle in his hand. Graves under the protest of several body parts is geting in to a sitting position before taking the bottel, drinking hurts so he can only take small sips, he's giving Price a pissed look, still taking his favourite protein bar from Price. He thought drinking already hurts, but swallowing food? Bad idea, but he's hungry taking the tiniest bits out of the bar. He holds up his hand giving Price a confused.look to silently asking for an explanation. "You hurt yourself with the cuffs", Price tells him and Graves nods what also hurts. He then he rembers he has a very busy Monday that's full of meetings and blushes instantly. "You good Phil?", Price asks confused not understanding Graves sertain blush. Graves always sucks at charade, but at the moment it's his only way of communicating. The first part was easy, putting his fingers as a x over his mouth to symbol no voice, but Price needed sometime to figure out the work part. Can't speak at work. "You have a lot of talking on Monday?", Price asks getting a thumps up as answer, before Graves is angry bits a big piece out of the protein bar. "I'm sorry", Price apologies not having thought about Graves maybe needing his voice on Monday and be able to sit. "It will be better by then", Price trys to say betting a angry look and aggressive chewing from Graves. "We talk about our arrangement when your voice is back?", Price says sounding a bit unsure, but Graves is giving him a thumps up again. Rhey both need some time to think about it.

[take-the-moon-take-the-sun]

Ok so uhh this was long and im so tired but i am much better at writing than drawing i think so here you go. Love Scars and Scales and love @intistone stuff. Salad family au fresh and hot off the presses for ya. Come get it!

Kinda warning for uhh biting, shocking, and beating. Most happening to a child fyi.

It was late, or at least he thought it was late since this place had no windows, when he decided to start making his move. He had been studying everyone around him to figure out what time would be the best time to make his escape. The guards would be switching soon and he thought it was late because all of the “doctors” (more like devils if you ask him) are never around. He was careful and spend days learning his way through the vents during this time. It was finally time for all his patients and hard work to pay off. Andy was the watching the one door he had to walk through and it was close to the end of his long shift so he was tired. Andy was the best one to try and escape with since he looked much smaller than the other guards and actually showed fear in his eyes whenever he saw them. Already scared, weakest, and tired, Eclipse wasnt going to get a better chance than now.

So he slowly lifted himself up into the vents and made his way to the door with the exhausted guard. It wasnt the shortest path but it was one that took him around all the other guards. He made sure to be quite but he didnt wanna risk any mistakes. He was getting out of here, tonight!

His injuries from the “test” ached horrible by the time he finally made it about the door guard. Now it was just to wait till.. a yawn from Andy, Eclipse didnt wait a moment more he pounced down from the vents. Andy didnt dven get a change to get to his weapon, let alone raise it, as Eclipse was already biting down on the mans good hand. Then he bit down on the mans thigh as hard as he could, he hated the taste that filled his mouth but he had to make sure he had a head start.

Satisfied with his attack he ran through door into the open outside. The sky took him by surprise. Still plenty of stars out but the sun was just about to start rising. Not quite daybreak yet.

He was snapped out of his awe as he heard Andy shouting again for help. A quick shake of his head and he started running. He was running across concrete with weird lines in it, then he got to the grass but he didnt have time to stop and admire how soft it was. Later. He reached a tall fence. It had some weird wire at the top. Hearing voices he didnt have time to think about it and started climbing. At least he was very good at that. Not pausing when he reach the wire, he went to lift it out of his way to pass between it when he yelled and pulled his hand away. If not for his strong grip on the fence he would have fallen from the shock. He didn’t expect that but he was no stranger to this kind of pain so he takes a deep breath and quickly tries to push himself through.

He screams when hes halfway but doesnt stop. He falls limp to the ground unable to even try to climb down. He hits hard on his side. What little breath that was left in him is knocked out. He lays there a moment trying to force himself up. His whole body hurts. Slowly he gets his arms to move and start to life himself up from the ground. The voices are closer and he hears the whirl of a machine on the wind. Its approaching fast.

Looking around he finds himself in a field of sorts. The tree line if far off but he starts running. It hurts. His whole body hurts but he cant stop. The lights are closing in on him. Knowing right where he was thanks to his scream. He just might make it!

He trips. Falling on a rock with his arm. He screamed out once again. His arm alights with pain. He has to get up. His legs are wobbling. His good arm struggles to lift him off the ground. He has to get up. Slowly he almost stands but falls on weak legs as his knees buckle. He has to move. He cant stop. He hears shouting and a light lands on him from behind. A rush of adrenaline pumps through him as he gets to his feel and starts running again. He cant stop now. Hes so close. He hears the people behind him. They see him.

Right when it looks like hes going to make it he felt something stab into his arm. A hiss in pain as he looks for what is stuck in his arm. Asmall needle is poking out. He rips it out and keeps moving. But he noticed his arm going numb. Luckily for him is was the pained damage arm. Running is getting harder and harder but he cant stop. He can hear rushing water and makes a beeline for it.

He can see the river but something hits him in the back. Before he even has a moment to process he feels white hot pain from being shocked. A scream is once again ripped out of his throat. He falls to the ground panting. Hes so close he starts clawing at the ground to move towards the water when another wave of pain is sent though his back. Another scream as tears stream down his face.

Footsteps approach him as he gasps for breath. “Tsk tsk tsk what have we here” Eclipse shakily reaches his good hand out to the river. Another shock rips a scream from him. “Now what am i going to do with you” Eclipse had curled into himself from the pain. A foot found a home in his side. Kicking him to the side.

Hes waiting for another blow when something, lots of something actually splash out of the river. Hes spent though. No energy to even open his eyes. He lays there trembling and trying to breath through the throbbing pain of his body when he starts hearing angry shouts. To exhausted to listen to what is being said. Then the shouts become screams. Something, lots of somethings from the sound of it, had come out of that river and attacked the guards.

Softly he felt someone touch his shoulder. He tried to hiss at them but he came out weak. “Its alright little one we got you” they cradle him as they gently try to see his injuries. Hes too tired to fight them. Plus they are handling him much nicer than any of the people back at the lab had. They stroke his head to try and help calm him down while whispering soft reassurances to him. Finally he looks around to see an all out brawl. Whatever had come out of the river to save him was currently fighting against the guards. Why he didnt know. Well he didnt know until the once holding him said something about getting him to safety.

Slowly they lifted him off the ground, careful of his injuries and made their way to the river. Leaving the battle field behind. There are three of them with him and the rest are in combat. Hes so tired. He doesnt care anymore. He goes limp in their arms as they lower into the river. They shout out that their leaving right before they start swimming away. Powerful tails carry them away with the current. The last thing Eclipse remembers before passing out is someone telling him to rest well.

Oh geeze i spent way to long on the set up smh. SALAD FAMILY GET YA KID

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Can i request a aged up muichiro x time hashira male reader.

He has long white hair,white eyes and a scar over his right eye,name is karu.

Time breathing includes ability to slow or speed time up during battles,but it takes a lot of energy,so for this i want an exhausted Karu who collapses on his way home,Mui finds him and noms him for safety.

Its ok if you cant,thought id ask!

BTW i love all of your stories!!!

(Sorry it took so long to get to your request! School had started and I’ve been dealing with a lot at home, but I’m glad that I was able to do this. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy it!)

Protected By A Friend

(A Muichiro Vore Fanfic)

Warnings: mild injuries and soft vore

The Time Hashira's legs wobbled as he trudged his way down the dirt path. Karu was his name and he was making his way back home from facing an unconverted demon. Although the demon itself wasn’t all too difficult, he was still exhausted due to his breathing style. Moving time was no easy feat and it always took a role on the snowy white boy’s body.

“Why weren’t any of the half demons sent here?” Karu grumbled as he walked, wind blowing through his snowy white hair. It had been quite a few years since most of the demons were converted. However, it was evident that there were demons still out there.

“Argh! Come on!” Karu’s legs felt weak as they started to buckle underneath him: “It won’t be too long before I get to the hou- ahh!” His leg had gotten snared in a tree root and it caused him to tumble down. He winced with every hit he took. All the rocks and sticks were unforgiving as they left scratches and bruises on the poor boy’s face.

The Time Hashira’s face hit the base of another tree, causing his nose to bleed. “Gack! I was almost there!” Karu whined, his hair covered in dust. He shook himself off and crawled towards the tree. The boy swiveled his body and rested his body against the trunk.”

“I just wanna go home.” Karu winced as he held his twisted leg. Then, a strange noise came from up ahead. Someone or something was coming right to him. Karu gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword, waiting for an attack.

“You’re not going to do much with that, not in that condition anyway.” A familiar, calm voice called to him. “Mui?” Karu tilted his head in shock as he put his sword away. Muichiro, the Mist Hashira and half demon emerged from the bushes. His wavy arm blades shone brightly in the moonlight. “You don’t look so well.” Muichiro said calmly, yet having a concerned edge to it.

“I’m fine. I promise.” Karu attempted to stand, but his legs were too weak so he just ended up falling again. “No, you’re not, Karu. Anyone can see that you’re exhausted.” Muichiro tilted his head and bent down in front of Karu. “I just need to get home, then I’ll be fine.”

“I think it’s best if you stay with Genya, Kanao, and me for tonight. It’s not safe out here, not with Jackyll and Akuma running rampant. Besides, you’re good company.” Muichiro gave Karu a soft smile, which he couldn’t resist returning. “But how do you suppose I could get there? Your home is quite a ways away.”

Muichiro put a hand to his chin, thinking.

“I could pouch you.” He said flatly, as if that was a completely normal thing for humans. Karu’s eyes widened. “Mui, you know I’ve never been pouched before..and well..” He looked away from Muichiro, putting a hand on his scarred eye. “Hey, it’s alright. I get why you’re nervous, but I need to keep you safe, alright?”

Karu nodded, understanding that Muichiro would never hurt him. “Alright. Just let me out as soon as we get there.” Muichiro nodded as he got on his knees. “I will.” He then gently grabbed Karu by the shoulders and opened his maw.

Karu closed his eyes before feeling the warmth of Muichiro’s maw come over him. It covered him and the half demon’s teeth gently gripped his body as he started to swallow. The throat of the half demon was slick and soft. Karu let his body go limp inside the warm tunnel that eventually led him down to Muichiro’s belly.

The half demon’s tummy felt oddly safe as it cradled the Time Hashira. The walls moved around him and the half demon’s body created such soothing sounds. Although it was dark, the whole environment felt comforting and safe. Karu curled up within the half demon’s body.

Muichiro purred as he finished devouring his friend. He then placed a clawed hand on his slightly enlarged stomach. “Are you alright?” He asked calmly, knowing what the answer would be. “Yeah, it’s a lot better here than I thought it would be.” Karu’s voice was a tad muffled, but still audible.

Muichiro smiled to himself as he slowly rubbed his belly in an up and down motion. “I’m glad.” The half demon started to purr once again as he started to head towards his home. Karu could feel Muichiro walking away. His mind started to wander and he eventually succumbed to what his body had been craving for, sleep.

(Happy late Birthday, Little Man!)