#big ass snake YEAHH

[dailydemonspotlight]

Yamata-No-Orochi - Day 7

Race: Snake

Alignment: Neutral-Chaos

March 27th 2024

Today's demon of the day is the 8-forked serpent of Koshi, Yamata-No-Orochi! This famous snake of myth serves as the main villain of a popular Kagura performance of its own name, a tale which revolves around Susanoo slaying a great snake who had devoured the young women of a small village, post-banishment from heaven.

The story goes that after being expelled from Heaven for tricking his sister, Amaterasu, Susanoo wandered the earth before coming across a grieving wife and husband, each sobbing over the loss of so many of their children- for 7 long years, Orochi, a great snake that lived in a cave near their home, had devoured their youngest child every year in exchange for their village not being ravaged, and now, they must sacrifice the 8th.

Disgusted by this, Susanoo offered a trade- in exchange for their child's hand in marriage, he would slay the beast. They tearfully accepted, causing Susanoo to transform their child, Inadahime, into a hair comb to keep her safe before deciding to go up and talk with the snake. After a scheme is improvised including copious amounts of alcohol, a battle would occur between Susanoo and the great beast, ending with him striking it down at long last. Interestingly, within the stomach of the beast, he ends up fishing out the legendary Grass-Cutter sword, Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi.

While Yamata-no-Orochi only appears in this one myth, his impact cannot go understated, being one of the most famous and prominent figures in Japanese mythology, one frequently referenced and alluded to. In a way, he could be seen as the Japanese version of the Hydra, something which does parse, given his role as a multi-headed snake slain by a hero of myth. Yamata-no-Orochi's influence can be seen in many places, such as a devil fruit in One Piece, or a comparison in Jujutsu Kaisen, or, of course, in SMT, as a demon.

In SMT, his depiction is that of a tangled mass of 8 snakes coalescing at a base at the stomach, something which is very accurate to most depictions, albeit without the tail. In most games, it stands as a very powerful physical attacker in the late game, something which should hopefully be obvious, given its appearance and... well, everything else.

#shin megami tensei #smt #daily #megaten #persona #yamata no orochi #big ass snake YEAHH #I LOVE SNAKES RAHHHHH #yamata no orochi is really cool to me tbh #idek why he's just badass #you cant go wrong with a dragon

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

Hello there, buddy. I hope things are going well on your end. I've read your answer to my last question about Kalim and Jamil. I've decided to delay my answer till I read part 2 of the story because your answer addressed issues that I wasn't aware of after only reading part 1. And even though I finally understand what Jamil has went through and I can say that I like him now more after knowing his part of the story but I'm still REALLY mad at him. The land of scalding sands is a reference to the middle east. And in the middle east it's a very big deal to betray someone you've "shared bread" with. Jamil and Kalim shared much more than that. Also, while Jamil is most definitely a victim of injustice but he directed all of his anger at the wrong person. Kalim is also a victim of his parents. Not as big a victim as Jamil, but the way he's raised is not good. They raised him to be oblivious to everyone else's pains as long as he's happy. Kalim though a very nice guy truly lacks empathy (The one quality that makes him fit for a school of villains).

HOLY SHIT JOLY SHIT MAN

School was kicking my ass along with family issues so,,,, yeahh I'm trying to get into the groove of things but!!!

I think at the end of the day they were both victims. Kalim being a victim to his naiveté on Jamil's situation which created tension to the point that Kalim getting shoehorned into NRC with his father's money carrying him in was the last straw it doesn't help that Jamil simply has to grit his teeth and allow others to walk all over him (despite wanting to show others how great he is) to the point that it'd essentially be like asking a customer service worker how their day is doing after you watched them get berated by a previous customer....

It doesn't help that this has been going on since The Scalding Sands economic boom. Who knows how many of the Viper family members felt the same way? who knows how many have died from lashing out? Especially considering the fact that they are servants and therefore expendable.

The implications are horrific if you let the mind wander.

Kalim is still valid in how he feels and Jamil is too which is some amazing nuance. I heard that Jamil's UM got turned into Snake Charmer which kindaaaaa goes against the very nature of the chapter and the relationship bc Kalim's the one in control (i.e. the one who charms the snake) Jamil is supposed to understand the snake (i.e. understand how tired and used the snake is in a sense)

The snake charmer doesn't consider the snake but the snake whisperer does.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst theory #@ano kata #chapter 4 spoilers #twst jamil #twst kalim

[filthweb]

PLEASING ATSUMU & BOKUTO TOGETHER. (PART 2) x Female Reader

►Part 1 is here

• Genre: Smut.

Warnings: 18+, Cursing, Protected Sex, Double Penetration.

Atsumu adjusted himself to remove his t-shirt while being careful to not drop you and Bokuto was removing his.

Tsumu embraced you into a kiss, wrapping his fingers around your jaw. Bokuto ghosted his hands on top of your puffed pussy and thighs teasing you.

You squirmed at the feeling. He leaned closer and so that you were pussy to face now. He took his tongue out and parted it, licking your slit.

You moaned in Atsumu's mouth. Tsumu's hands were kneading your breasts but they barely fit into his hands. "Oh my god angel, you're breasts are so damn big. Bokkun you have to see this. It isn't even fitting in my hands".

Bokuto looked up staring at the view but mouth still sucking your cunt real nice.

"Tsum-Tsum, join me to make her cum."

"Oh my pleasure", Tsumu said hands leaving your jaw and now were rubbing your clit.

Like Bokuto's tongue wasn't enough that now Atsumu's hand were pleasuring you.

You started squirming, warning them that you're gonna cum.

"Umm..mhhhmm..gonna cum", you moaned.

"Yeah?? Cum in Bokkun's mouth baby", Tsumu ordered.

Your high hit you and you started shaking in Atsumu's arm but Kou was still licking you holding your thighs apart tightly.

"Huhhhnnnn..hnggggg..huh.." you started panting as soon as soon as he cleaned your wet cunny with his tongue.

You glanced at him, mouth glistening with your orgasms, dick still hard.

While you were busy analyzing Kou, Tsumu slid his condomed length up your ass. You were startled, exhaling the air remaining in your lungs. It was hard for him to bottom out cause he was big and you were tight.

He started at a soft pace to help you get used to it. Slowly pushing it in and pulling out. You got up to kiss Kou making sure your ass was still on Tsumu's length. Your lips started making out with him as his hands groped your breasts. He took one of your nipples in his mouth and started sucking on it while teasing the other one.

A strange thought struck your mind. You pulled away from him, placed yourself at a 45° angle, hands supporting your torso so now your pussy was clearly visible to him.

Bokuto is quite dense so didn't get what you mean until you snaked your hands around his cock bringing it closer to your pussy.

Poor Kou was shocked. "W...what?? No. You might get hurt", baby said panicking.

"What happened", Tsumu asked because your sly behaviour wasn't visible to him as he was busy fucking up your ass.

"She wants me to put it in"

"Ohh so should I pull it out?", the blonde questioned again.

"No Tsum tsum, she wants us to double penetrate her", Kou replied with an amused face.

"What the fuck? I didn't know you were so keen Y/N L/N, but  are you sure cause it will hurt?", he asked.

"Trust me guys, I want this. I am sure.", you asserted. Those words were enough to convince them.

Without wasting any time, Kou wore a condomn and slowly started pushing his dick in your cunt.

"Hhhaaa, you're so tight", he whispered.

"I know right?", Tsumu grinned.

You gasped as Kou bottomed out in you.  He wasn't moving yet letting you adjust two big dicks inside your small cunny. It was impressive how you were able to take these two at once. You were sort of sensitive so they both handled you with care.

Kou started gently moving making sure not to hurt you. "Tell us if it's too much. We will stop", Atsumu purred.

After a couple of minutes, determining that you are ready, both of them started shoving their dick inside you with a normal pace.

Your mind at this point became hazy. You weren't even able to speak at this point.

The room was filled with moans and slapping of skins against skins.

"OhHhh Fhuckkk", Atsumu groaned increasing the pace which was a cue to Bokuto to reciprocate.

Both of them started thrusting their shaft in you. The two boys chanting your name, worshiping your cunt as they chased their high. Your oragsm hit you and you started shaking. Eyes filled with tears of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me hard.", you cried begging for their dick as if you were so influenced by it.

"Yeahh? You want us to fuck you hard?? Hunh?? Fine", Atsumu purred in your ears gripping your hair in one of his hands tightly. Bokuto grabbed your waist steady and then both of their cocks were now fucking you mercilessly.

There speed increased even more making you cry more tears but it was addictive.

"Holy shit! Ohhhhh! Ohh my god baby!", Atsumu groaned as he came, still inside you while Bokuto was chasing his high.

"OHhHH MY GOD Y/N, I AM CUMMING", Kou screamed.

The three of you were now panting on the bed, grasping for more air. You looked at both of them.

Atsumu holding your waist kissing your hands whispering "Yer so beautiful baby". Bokuto making your head lay on his arm as he kissed your forehead. "Yes she is. You are the best baby", he cooed. You guys were covered in sweat.

Later you planned to leave but the boys asked you to stay as they helped you shower and cleaned you up. The bed was kinda small for 3 big babies to fit in but you guys adjusted as you hugged each other to sleep.

Never in your life you felt so loved.

#haikyuu smut #atsumu smut #bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader #msby x you #msby smut #atsumu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu lemon

[horrorslashergirl]

Could you please do a NSFW of Billy Loomis (Ghostface) where hes a dom and his S/o is a sub?

I don’t know if this is what you wanted, but I hope it turned out good. I personally love when it isn’t specified who Ghostface is; it adds to the excitement.

Ghostface x Reader- Final Girl

Warning: NSFW content below

It was one of these boring nights, where your parents where on vacation, leaving the big two-story house all to yourself. It was great, that meant you can take a bubble bath, watch some horror movie and best of all, none to disturb you.That's why you were leaning on the sink, waiting for the bathtub to fill up, the baby pink bubbles growing with each second. Taking your clothes off and pulling your hair in a messy bun, you turned the faucet off, one leg inside the warm water, testing it. Humming in satisfaction, you lowered your body into the bathtub, the bubbles hugging your body. Closing your eyes, your head rested on your bath-pillow, humming a song to yourself. It felt so relaxing, after a week of high school and exams you really needed this. After the water got cold, you got up, drying yourself with a fluffy towel. Walking to your bedroom, you got into some comfy clothes, then moving downstairs to the living room, putting on one of your favorite horror movies, 'Prom Night', then sitting down on the couch. Not long after that, the phone rang, making you groan. "Hello?" you said after picking it up. "Who is this?" a deep, raspy voice said at the other end. "Well, who are you calling?" you asked in a sarcastic voice. "Depends...Who I am talking to right now?" the voice belonged to a male. "Look...I am not in any mood for pranks. All I wanna do is enjoy a movie." you said, rubbing your forehead. "Ohh, really? What movie?" he asked, voice curious. "A horror movie." "You like horror movies? What's your favorite?" he asked, a little excited. "Umm obviously...and I don't think I have a favorite, but if I have to pick a sub-genre, it would be the classic slasher ones; you know with a psycho-killer." you explained, looking over the movie. "Mmm...They are my favorite too. Doesn't it excite you? Seeing a deranged man stalking a girl?" he said, more like teasing. You decided to have some fun with this stranger. "Ohh yes; nothing like a game of chase. I'd rather call it foreplay." you murmured, playing with the end of your shirt. You could hear his breath pick up. "Ohh sugar, you really know how to make a man going." he said, voice getting deeper. You chuckled, this was really spicing things up."You never told me your name." you cockily said. Now you heard him chuckle. "Well, aren't you a curious one? Let's keep the mistery, it wouldn't ruin to show you who I really am, but right now I'd rather have you underneath me with a knife at your throat." he whispered, groaning out at the end. Your eyes widened at his words. This wasn't going on any good turns."What? Afraid already? Tell me [Name]...Can I be your psycho-killer?" he asked, voice dark with amusement."You are sick." you growled out, getting ready to hang up."I prefer the term psychopath, but no need to flatter me, sweetcheeks." he chuckled darkly. "Look asshole...I will call the police if you don't end this bullshit." you said with an annoyed voice. "Go ahead...do it, but they never make it in time." he muttered and hang up, making you look around. He knew your name and now you felt like someone is watching you. Getting up, you locked all the doors, looking from the window outside, not seeing anyone. You clenched your phone to your chest, backing up from the front door until your back touched something much softer than a wall, and that's when you felt cold steel on your neck. Dropping the phone to the ground, you were too afraid to turn around. From the corners of your eyes, you could see that he was male and dressed up in black clothes, combat boots and gloved hands on the handle of the knife. "Don't you dare scream or I will cut your throat until your wind-pipe will be hanging out." the voice from the phone whispered in your ear, making tears form at the corner of your eyes. "P-Please..." you were afraid, so very afraid; it was like he could smell your fear, enjoying it. His other hand that wasn't holding the knife at your throat was now around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. The touch felt so intimate, making a light blush dust your cheeks. "Be still, doll. Wouldn't want to cut your pretty, little neck." he taunted, his gloved hand from your waist moving slowly like a snake, down to the waistband of your shorts. "N-No...Don't do this." you whispered, gulping down. "Wwwwhyyyyy? Don't you want me to be your psycho-killer, sweetcheeks?" he chuckled, the tips of his gloved fingers moving inside your shorts, past the panties underneath, very slowly, savoring the moment.As the cold leather of his gloves touched your clit, your hips jerked up to his touch, making the knife on your throat leave a small cut on the skin, a bit of blood following down.You couldn't believe that this was happening. His index finger, moved past the clit, in-between your lower-lips, rubbing up and down. You could feel yourself getting wet, it felt so wrong, but your body was so responsive to his vulgar touches. You let out a small moan as one of his fingers trusted inside you, rubbing your inner walls slowly and like on instinct you trusted your ass back into him, feeling his erection underneath his clothes.He groaned out at how easily he had you at his pinky finger. At first he planned to gut you for good, but now? Ohh he was gonna have so much fun with you. Lowering his knife, he rested his chin on your shoulders, your eyes seeing a white ghost like mask. You heard of a killer called Ghostface been in your area, but decided to ignore it. Now you cursed yourself for doing so. "G-Ghostface..." you whispered out. "That's my name, dollface...Keep moaning it and you might survive." he muttered in your ear, his hips thrusting against yours. All of this turned out in a dry-humping scenario with his already three gloved fingers thrusting inside your dripping heat. "Ohhh fuck [Name]." he groaned out, pulling his white covered gloved fingers from you, then pulling your form to a table, bending you down. You tried to look back up at him, but he fisted your hair, your cheek flush against the table. "Ah ah ah....No peaking." he teased, his other hand taking your shorts and panties down your legs. Your ears were meet with shuffling of clothes. It was really happening, not even in your darkest dreams would this be happening. Your lower-lips were meet with the warm skin of the head of his manhood, rubbing up and down your slit. You whimpered, your hands clenching the end of the table in anticipation. "Tell me [Name]....Wanna be my final girl?" he asked as he thrusted the head inside your warm pussy, your moans music to his ears. Little by little he was seated fully inside you, his front rubbing against your back as he rutted into you, the house now full of your whimpers and moans, his grunts and growls. "Yeahh...just like that...so wet and warm...the best final girl and all mine." he growled out as he picked up speed. "Ohhh Ghostface...P-Please." you moaned out as you arched your back into him. He grunted, pulling your head back by your hair, his masked face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. "Sooo close." he growled, his gloved hands gripping your hips tightly, chasing his climax. He hit your sweet spot over and over again, feeling his length twitch inside you. It was so much you couldn't hold it anymore, finishing as your walls clenched around him. With a deep groan, he pulled out fast, shooting his load on your lower back, buttcheeks and even over your lower-lips. All you could hear was the sound of both of your ragged breaths. He tucked his length inside, your head turning around to see him. "That was fun, doll...but...I got to go...See you around, final girl." he chuckled, showing you a gun like sigh with his hand, then disappearing on the back door.

#Ghostface x reader #ghostface #scream #slasher x reader #slasher x you #horror movies

[xaviermayne]

My Brother's Favorite Toy: Part Two

"Get the fuck out of here," Grayson said, throwing his hand toward the door.

"Dude, I've got a raging bone—"

"I don't fucking care!" Grayson yelled, covering his face with a forearm. "I said get out of my room."

Ethan stood for a moment, shocked that Grayson made him work so hard for him, and then wouldn't at least let Ethan take care of his own need.

Once he got back to his room, Ethan's dick had gotten softer, and he was feeling too deflated to even try and finally knock one out. He thought about how Grayson looked after he came, the look of shame on his face.

Things didn't get much better. The next day, they had breakfast in virtual silence. Ethan finally tried to break the ice when he finished the last scoop of his avocado.

"Bet it took a long time cleaning up last night," he said.

"Ethan!" Grayson snapped. "We're not gonna talk about that, alright?" He glared straight into Ethan's eyes. "Like, ever. Got it?"

Ethan sat stoned-faced. How could they never talk about it? They had just permanently crossed a line as brothers. Before that, the gayest thing they'd ever done together was occasionally watch porn together, but only when they were both horny and exhausted from traveling, jerking themselves under the sheets, each in separate double beds in a hotel room.

It had to be talked about. But Ethan knew his brother. Sometimes Grayson just needed time. Ethan would just have to wait.

Later that morning, they were working out when Ethan suddenly realized he'd made a grave mistake. He still hadn't cum since last night, and Grayson was loading up the weights on the squat rack. Ethan was about to be forced to view his favorite in-person porno play out yet again in front of his eyes, with a level of horniness he didn't think he'd ever experienced before.

To make matters worse, Grayson was wearing a new pair of shorts that Ethan just knew was going to drive him crazy. Short red ones made of this clingy combed cotton, and Ethan swore they were at least a half-size too small.

Ethan tried to look away, but his eyes flicked back to his brother's backside as soon as he heard his brother grunt as he lowered himself down, the heavy barbell held up against Grayson's shoulders with his strong arms. As he bent his knees, Grayson's ass pushed out further and further, until Ethan saw the fabric of the shorts straining to hold in his brother's mighty ass.

Ethan felt like his body had just been tossed in an oven, with prickly heat all over him as he felt his dick swell again too. There was a pang of pain as his balls ached.

He worried he might even be hallucinating when he could've sworn he saw the outline of his brother's hole through his too-thin shorts. The same one he'd fingered last night.

Grayson quickly raised back up, then shrugged the barbell off his shoulders, and the weights slammed to the floor, quaking their gym. Ethan was shocked. "Gray, are you okay?" Ethan asked. "That could've gone straight through the floor, bro." Grayson turned around, glaring at this brother.

"Are you okay, Ethan?" Grayson asked in a mocking tone. Then he pointed below Ethan. Ethan looked down and saw what looked like— yep, that was his precum on the floor. He'd been so entranced that he hadn't realized his growing dick had snaked its way through his boxer briefs, the head drizzling precum as it rested between his thigh and shorts.

"Oh, fuck," Ethan murmured.

"You're fucking disgusting, Ethan," Grayson said. Ethan could see the repulsion in his brother's eyes. A vein on Grayson's neck had popped out, and Grayson walked toward Ethan, his muscles juiced up from the set. For a moment, Ethan was legitimately scared of what Grayson was about to do. "We're brothers, Ethan. It's not just gay, it's incest. That fucking illegal. And even if it weren't, like that's just fucking weird, bro. I'm working out and you're literally cumming on the floor, which I hope you're gonna clean up by—"

The adrenaline pumping through Ethan gave him a sudden burst of confidence. "Bro, shut up, you're literally the one who made me fingerbang you last night."

Grayson grimaced at "fingerbang". "You're the one who broke my fucking dildo, bro!" Grayson screamed at Ethan, leaning in his reddening face until Ethan could feel flecks of spit hit his cheeks. "You used something that'd been up my ass, Ethan! You're a fucking freak!"

Ethan was actually trembling now, although he was trying his best to hide it. The brothers had promised to never punch each other, but with all the blood and testosterone flowing through Grayson right now after his workout, Ethan really couldn't be sure.

Suddenly, Grayson pivoted and walked over to one of their weight benches. For a split second, Ethan thought maybe Grayson would just continue with his workout to get out his aggression out. But then, to Ethan's surprise, Grayson pulled down his shorts and underwear. Ethan stood in stunned silence, his mouth agape, as Grayson stepped out of them and laid face-down on the wide, black leather bench. Grayson pushed back his dick and balls so he could lay entirely flat, and then let his legs dangle off the sides. He turned his face away from Ethan.

"W-what are you doing?" Ethan stammered quietly.

"You're gonna fuck me," Grayson said, his voice echoing around the gym. "If you're such a freak and want to fuck your brother, let's just do it and get it over with. Then you can finally be fucking satisfied and we can never talk about this again."

Confused and suspicious, Ethan walked slowly over to Grayson. He wanted to ask more questions, but the sight of his brother's plump buns stupefied him once again, with his cock quickly pulsing back up to full wood. Meekly, Ethan squatted down to part his brother's cheeks. When he did, he was intoxicated by both the sight of that tight pink hole, now in the daylight, and the special brand of sweaty musk that Ethan could smell from his brother's exposed crack.

"Two rules: go slow, and don't cum inside me or I'll rip your fucking dick off."

"Kay," said Ethan. Ethan hocked and spat a loogie on his brother's hole, then began fingering him just like last night. This time, Grayson stayed completely silent. But Ethan knew he was doing good work when he found his brother's spot, and Grayson's dick, pinned back against the leather, started to grow.

For always looking so tight, Ethan was surprised how quickly Grayson was opening up. He figured last night probably helped stretch him. But Grayson's hole didn't even twitch once, which made Ethan think his brother wanted it a little more than he let on.

When Ethan finally got a third finger in, and Grayson's dick was throbbing, a bead of precum glistening in his slit, Ethan pulled down his shorts and underwear, kicking them off. His dick swung round, he didn't think he'd even been harder. He spit twice in his hand and then palmed his dick, making sure every inch was glistening.

Ethan had to smirk when he finally felt the tip of his head press against his brother's warm entrance. He pushed, and his smirk spread into a wide, silly grin when he saw the full tip disappear inside Grayson's muscular ass. But that was the easy part.

The twins both had what they referred to as torpedo-shaped dicks. Rather small heads, but the shaft quickly flared out to their full widths, then sloping back down to normal once you got to the base. So Ethan knew the hardest part was yet to come.

He pushed gently, and surprisingly Grayson didn't seem to mind. In fact, he could've swore he saw Grayson's dick throb hard a couple times right after. When he started really pushing in, though, is when Grayson started to groan with discomfort. Ethan stopped, letting his brother's already-stretched ring adjust to his girthy cock.

When he was sure Grayson must be ready again, he started squeezing in further. Grayson's groan quickly shot up to a yell. "Ahh, fuck! Go slow, what did I fucking say?" Grayson yelled.

"I am going slow!" Ethan shouted, though he knew that wasn't true. He was so impatient to pound away. Then he leaned his head forward and let another mouthful of spit drop onto where Grayson's hole was puckered around his pulsing dick. Then, after a few more moments, slid more in.

Grayson groaned dramatically, slamming a fist into the bench, but the extra spit seemed to help, as Ethan was able to squeeze in the full width with little protestation from the coiffed-haired cutie.

Ethan pulled out a bit carefully, then pushed back in. Grayson stayed silent.

"You're taking this like a champ," Ethan said.

"Shut the fuck up," Grayson said through gritted teeth.

With his next pump, Ethan went a little bit further. Suddenly, he saw Grayson's expression seem to light up in the mirror facing the bench. That's the spot, Ethan thought, remembering a similar expression on his brother's face last night. He pulled out and in again, and he could've sworn he heard a tiny moan croak out of his brother's throat.

Newly confident, and desperate to get his full dick in, Ethan dared to go a bit deeper. Yep, that was a moan, Ethan thought, as Grayson slapped a hand against his own mouth, then buried his face in the bench. Ethan began building a rhythm, plunging his big dick in and out of his little brother. Not his entire length, though, since Ethan wasn't sure how deep you could even go in a guy's ass, and he didn't want to push his luck, as he could hear Grayson's muffled moans and knew his bottoming bro was enjoying that big torpedo middle pressing against his p-spot.

Pumping away, Ethan suddenly felt that tingle behind his balls, and he had to stop mid-thrust. Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, Ethan thought frantically. He remembered the one thing that always helped him not prematurely ejaculate.

Womp womp womp, Ethan sang in his head. Yeah-ee-ah-ee yeahh! It was the old James Charles meme. Womp womp womp! The vision of James's ghostly face attempting to sing worked once more. The need to cum passed.

Pulling back before another thrust, Ethan looked down and saw the lips of his brother's ass pussy puckered around his cock. He was stretching Grayson out so much, it was like Gray's ass was trying to suck his cock whenever he pulled out some.

He pushed back into Grayson's warm, wet, velvety ass, and then continued to pump. At one point he repositioned his foot, causing his dick to tilt down a bit more, and then Ethan could've sworn he started hearing his brother utter little high-pitched "uhhhn" sounds with every pound. Encouraged, Ethan tilted his hips down a little bit more, to where his iron missile was pile-driving nearly straight down into Grayson's ass. In the mirror, Ethan saw Grayson's handsome head suddenly shoot up from being buried in the bench. Grayson's eyes were rolling back into his head.

Ethan kept his rhythm. Looking down, he saw Grayson's ring suddenly clamp down a bit on Ethan's dick. Ethan grunted from how good that felt, then Grayson's ass widened back out. Then Ethan saw Grayson's balls pull up a bit, and Grayson's bulbous prostate, bulging out between his hole and his balls, pulsed hard, almost seeming to squeeze.

Suddenly, a hot white load of cum rocketed out of Grayson's red, rock hard dick. It shot between Ethan's thrusting legs and Ethan heard it splatter behind them, all over the chest fly machine. With another pile-drive, Ethan watched Grayson's prostate squeeze hard again, and a split second later another big load shot out.

Holy shit, Ethan thought. I'm milking him with my fucking dick.

Piledrive after piledrive, Grayson's cock blasted load after load. Clearly his balls had managed to restock overnight. Obsessed with the control over his brother's pleasure, Ethan couldn't help himself from keep going. And though the bulb of Grayson's prostate kept pulsing each time, the loads eventually got smaller and smaller, until it seemed as if Grayson was stilling cumming, but had actually run out of cum. His dick would still quiver as if it were shooting, but it was just blanks.

God, I milked him completely dry. Suddenly something primal kicked into Ethan. He looked up at his brother with his eyes still rolling back, his mouth agape. Ethan felt that warm tingle, but even the meme couldn't help him now. He was in animalistic breeding mode now. With a loud growl, Ethan felt his aching balls seize, and he finally pounded his giant saved-up load inside his brother's ass. Something inside Ethan made him want to breed his seed, as far deep as he could. He heard Grayson grunt in pain as Ethan forced the last inch of his dick in, and sprayed a couple more shots inside.

Breathless, the intense warmth of the orgasm slowly cooled out of Ethan's body. He collapsed on top of Grayson, his dick still balls-deep. Ethan's ballsack loosened and drooped on top of his brother's, which flanked Grayson's softening dick.

Ethan smirked to himself, thinking, Now it's really gay, because our balls touched.

"Ummm Ethan?" Grayson asked, his voice strained.

"Yeah, Gray?" Ethan replied, expecting him to say something like, Get the fuck off me.

Instead, Grayson lifted his head, his brow furrowed, and demanded, "You didn't just shoot YOUR FUCKING LOAD IN ME, DID YOU?!"

Ethan gulped.

#grethan #ethan and grayson #dolan twins #grethan smut

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Best Friends, Part III (FINALE)

Marquis was on the bed fighting the urge to slip into his third nap of the day when Kera walked in to collect the dirty Nike socks that were on the floor of their bedroom next to his Air Max sneakers. Throwing them into the white plastic basket on her hip with the rest of their white laundry she spotted one of his white undershirts balled up on the dresser and snatched that too.

"Come lay with me," he croaked, stretching himself hard.

"What? Chile, no," Kera scoffed. "I've got to get this pig sty into decent order because if I don't do it, Lord knows it won't get done!"

"Hhhhnnnn," he groaned stopping in a starfish position. "You know you like to clean. Who am I to take that from you? Come here. I wanna shooow you something."

Kera sighed dusting her baggy light blue Tweety t-shirt with her fingers. It had a few tiny holes in it because it was old and there was a wet circle covering her stomach from cleaning dishes along with food spills in the refrigerator. She'd already cussed Marquis out in her head for being too lazy to scoop out gravy instead of pouring it from the side of the container and not wiping it off.

"I thought you were going out! Didn't you have some mysterious thing to do today or did they, I mean THAT fall through," she frowned before fanning out the bottom of her shirt.

"Don't be like that. Why you don't call Nevaeh to hang out with you."

"We just hung out yesterday. We all went to Lazertag. Remember? I caught you chatting up some bitch on the phone?"

"I told you that was my sister.. Just call Nevaeh. She don't be doing shit," he smirked shadily, shaking his head when Kera didn't find it funny. For the sixth time her mind went to Erik. They hadn't fucked in a few but when they did, he'd nutted in her a couple of times... she'd missed a few doses of her birth control. Marquis had been nutting in her without knowing about that. Marquis could leave for all she cared. She recalled the last time she'd gotten dick from her bestie, it had been three times already and each time she'd wanted him to stay.

Kera was on top of Erik on her tiptoes, riding as he tossed his hips, bouncing her up for extra momentum. The way he hit her spot right each time was forever ingrained in her pussy walls and the noises she'd made hung in the air even after Erik had left the apartment. She laid panting on her sheets covered in the sweat of two people, his cum oozing out of her. She felt too drunk to roll over and get out of the bed. Erik had laid there for a few minutes beside her before he'd jumped up and redressed with a kiss on her swollen lips.

"Where are you going," she'd asked.

"When does he get back?"

"It doesn't matter, fuck him. You daddy now, right?" Her heart was still beating quickly.

"Damn right.. You finna get it again if you keep talking like that," he chuckled.

"GIVE it to me then," she panted.

That's what he did, fucking her raw until he nutted in her again. She could feel him becoming attached, everytime he nutted in her he would seem at peace.

"Go get your birth control," he breathed lying beside her, spent.

"I can't mooove," she chuckled.

"Tell me where it is."

"Dresser drawer, middle on the left."

He pushed her things around until he found it and picked up his jeans from the floor, slipping the pill pack into the pocket before starting to redress.

"He's not coming for another hour. I don't give a damn about him coming or not, I just need you back in this bed."

"Girl! Lay there and breathe. You can't even move," he sighed. "Listen.. Don't break up with him just yet." He nudged her leg with his hand. "I like knowing you're mine and I could have you anytime I want. Do this for me, stay with him.."

"This just makes you hard in the pants," she teased. He grinned in affirmation and as she reached out to touch him,

he reached in his other pocket and handed her a diamond ring. There was no tag or box, it was just loose as if it were an afterthought.

"This can't be for me.. Whose is this," she nearly screamed, her eyes bugged as he walked through the doorway on his way out. It was a little bigger than her finger.

"It was a gift.. to me.. wear it when you're with me." He looked back once, a smirk on his face as she watched him leave the room. She heard the front door open and shut.

The ring was in her jewelry box on the dresser.

"I'm sweating," she muttered rolling her eyes and fanning her shirt. She groaned turning to the doorway as if losing interest.

"Wait..," Marquis called jumping out of the bed to stop her. He placed his hand on her arm, wrapping it in a loose hold. "You're actually upset with me," he asked, genuinely surprised. Kera blinked trying to remember what they'd been talking about.

"Yeah, you still think this is a game. You're smiling right now,' she pointed to his wide-eyed grin and he took the basket from her grasp setting it down.

"I'm not smiling because you're angry, you miss me... it's cute is all," he chuckled.

"TUH! I hope I'm still cute when I throw a frozen pack of chicken legs at that blockhead of yours."

Marquis blinked, his smirk not completely gone. "Look I work a lot, you know this. I kick it with the bruhs, go out for a few drinks. I make time for you because I love you, but I can't be here all the time."

"Did you forget a bitch work a fulltime job too? I got shit I could be doing. I ain't got time to live under ya big ass either, but I still find time to be here and when we are both here, I'm available. I'm always doing something for us," she pointed to the basket.

"And I appreciate that you do so much for us. I can always depend on you holding down the fort."

"That's not even why I'm mad," Kera groaned. "Why you move around so funny? Mr. Mystery, poppin' up and disappearing.."

"You really thinking about this huh," his brow raised.

"If you cheating on me just say it.."

"CHEAT- Baby.. I'm not cheating on you."

"Why you so damn mysterious then? What is the reason? Anytime you can't talk to me on the phone and be the you that you are at home it's because someone else is around."

"Nahh," he frowned shaking his head.

"Yeahh, you act funny," she nodded reaching up to poke him in the forehead.

"If I act funny then I'm not acting, but I'm not cheating on you. I love you, girl. You know that."

Kera sighed, her lips twisting as she tapped her foot.

"Now.. come to the bed.. let me show you a lil something," he smirked backing toward the bed. He took his shirt off and swung it on the floor before jumping back in a dive on the bed. Sliding back to get his back to the headboard, he curled his fingers in a "come here" motion before pulling off his red boxer briefs and tossing them as well.

"You need some lotion on your feet," Kera frowned as Marquis continued to beckon her, even pumping his hips a couple of times in the air.

Kera rolled her eyes watching his slow smile. "FINE." Throwing her arms in relent, she climbed onto the bed and onto his lap settling into his hands which gripped her ass firmly.

"Ride me," he smiled laying back with his arms behind his head. Kera did just that, her knees on either side of him.

"Did you really ju-" she froze.

He covered his mouth. The smell rose up thick. "My bad baby.."

"I'm a throw up," she mumbled lifting off of him.

"Wait keep going," he chuckled holding her waist so that she couldn't leave completely. She smacked his hands off of her, disgusted.

"NO! Marquis. Get off... And you STILL laughing!"

---

"Nigga I'm a hit you in the face," Kera frowned, the phone nudged between her shoulder and chin. She was at her part time job at Ulta for the late shift and Erik was on the phone coughing while swearing up and down that he wasn't laughing.

"I'm not laughing, that's nasty. I'm just-"

"Keep it up," Kera threatened, her voice low.

"Perfect reason to cheat, though. Look, when he leaving again? I'm tryna come over."

"Tonight probably. I heard him on the phone yesterday so he going somewhere."

"His dumb ass.. Bet. Text me when it looks like he's about to leave to give me time to get there."

"Mhm. Love you," she whispered hanging up.

---

"Omg.. Erik," Kera gasped quietly taking a deep breath with her cheek nestled into the pillow." The ring he'd gifted sparkled on her middle finger. She had cum dripping down her leg from when he'd nutted in her. They'd came at the same time. Her arch had dropped as she felt herself coming with Erik still stubbornly inside.

"You're not done. Put that ass in the air higher," Erik swallowed. Kera could feel his dick throb from behind. His voice was low and deep as they both continued to catch their breath, her lotus still squeezing him off and on.

"Marquis never fucks me like this," she stalled feeling a hard smack on her ass.

"Break over, I'm ready. Come on."

She raised her hips higher as he grasped them, her chest flat against the bed, arch deep.

"His pencil dick ass can't fuck, huh?" His dick withdrew slowly bit by bit like a snake sliding through her snug tunnel.

"He can't make me cum," Kera pouted though he couldn't see her face. Erik drove into her causing her to gasp audibly and pulled out a few inches.. slowly as she hummed against her pillow.  

"This thick dick right here is the only way my lil slut could ever cum." He thrusted in and Kera's entire body shook.

"Huh..," she spoke sharply, humming in response as she felt his pace quicken. He was fucking her now. She reached her arm back to touch his thigh as he pounded into her.

"Don't touch me." He smacked her hand away causing her to brace herself. The sound of their bodies clapping together was heavy in the air. When she reached to him again, her nails grazing his skin, he grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her, never slowing down.

"Don't stop," Kera whispered, on the edge.

"What you say to me?"

"Don't fuckin stop," her breath hitched. Her mouth was an O. Erik could feel her flooding but he didn't stop. When her ass lowered, he followed. He held her hips so that she couldn't go far, then he grabbed the front of her neck, pulling her up, his lips by her ear.

"This how cheating ass bitches get fucked."

"Yesss," she groaned, body caving as he firmly gripped each of her titties in a rough massage, pinching her nipples and slapping them. She whimpered as the feeling zipped through her breasts.

Sliding his grip to the back of her neck, he drove her head back forward into the pillow with her turning her face to the side just before the contact. His dick refilled her as he mounted her, dropping dick with his hand clamped over her nape. He dare not mess up her hair. It was in a nice pixie cut, a style he'd supported her in getting when Marquis had told her not to cut her mid-back length hair. Erik liked the short hair look on women. "You wanna fuck around like a slut, I'm a fuck you like one," he mumbled.

"..Please," she begged weakly, taking it all with no escape.

"Please what?"

She hummed loudly into the pillow, her fingernails scratching at the sheet as she tried to bury the sound. "Pleassse," she repeated.

"Tell me how I'm better than your man."

"Erik," she shrieked in warning. She felt herself about to cum even harder than before.

"Tell me." He paused his stroke and raked his fingers down her back causing her to flinch. "Kinky bitch.. you like this shit too." She couldn't think. To her frustration, he waited until she started talking.

"Please," she pleaded trying to fuck him, but he held her off.

"Uh-uh, you want that trash ass dick or you tryna get this nut? You want daddy to fill you up?"

"Yesss," Kera moaned. "Fill this pussy up with your cum. You're dick is so much bigger than my boyfriend's.. Prettier too." Kera could feel that Erik was getting close very quickly. "You gone cum for me, daddy?"

"I'm a cum IN you, keep talking that good shit," he breathed stroking her deep. She could hear his breathing.

"I'm never gonna let him fuck me again," she moaned feeling his hand reach under her to rub her clit with their mixed fluids. "This your pussy."

"FUCK. Look at that picture sitting up of you and that nigga, smiling. Happy. I bet he'd be pissed if he saw you taking another man's dick. Wouldn't he? He's clueless right now... He can't handle you!"

"FUCK," Kera shouted.

"What would your boyfriend say if he walked in on this shit? His queen getting her pretty wet pussy stretched wide by this fatass dick?"

"Uhhhn," she moaned feeling herself about to snap too. She suddenly didn't want to come just yet. She wanted him to cum first. "He'd fight you.. and you'd win."

"Call him," Erik muttered causing her eyes to go wide. He handed her her cell phone from her nightstand. "NOW."

Finding his name saved, she dialed him and he answered on the third ring.

"Hello? What's up, I'll call you back aight."

"Tell him you getting fucked," Erik whispered in her ear.

"Wait!" Her response was more so to Erik than to Marquis.

"What," Marquis paused.

"Tell him, I'm nutting in his bitch right now," Erik whispered his breath heavy on her ear.

She started to talk, but her eyes crossed, watering when Erik pushed inside her again, deep. She covered her mouth quickly burying the small sound.

"Look I'll be home in like 45 mins. You aight?"

"Mhm," she hummed not trusting herself to talk. Marquis hung up and she allowed herself to make the noises she'd held in.

"Cum," Erik commanded and she could no longer hold it off. "

"I'm a get you pregnant," Erik chuckled darkly as he came filling her up like a twinkie, his balls emptying. "Wonder how long it'll take before he realizes it's another man's baby. You'd like that wouldn't you? My cum dripping out your pussy for the next nine months? Knowing it's my baby and he too dumb to pick it up?"

"Yesss, yesss," Kera moaned. Having emptied himself completely, Erik rolled over next to Kera, holding her close to himself as he rubbed her pussy and her back relaxing her until she fell asleep in his arms. Without much time to waste, he soaked a cloth with soapy water and wiped her down before grabbing her dildo from the drawer and tossing it on the bed. He was out of the apartment just in time to miss Marquis.

When Marquis entered the bedroom, he had one question for Kera.

"Why was the front door unlocked?"

She woke immediately, gauging her surroundings and taking a moment to think.

"I knew you were coming home," she blinked, stretching in the bed.

"You was in here buttnaked masturbating," he said accusingly. "That's why you called me earlier. I'm so sorry I missed it." His eyes roamed her nude body lustfully. "Damn that's a lot of cum! You need some water?" He asked but didn't go get it, approaching her instead. "You need some real dick now," he stated.

"I need to wash these sheets, but I'm tired. Can you wash them?"

"Aight.. how do I..."

"You just put them in the machine with detergent and start it. You think you can handle that?"

"Yeah, I can handle that.." He picked her up and took the wet sheets from the bed before wrapping her up with a small blanket. "Go lay on the couch."

Watching as Marquis took the sheets, she padded her way into the living room to get comfortable on the couch, still leaking.

Marquis started the load in the hall laundry room and leaned against the wall. The hall was empty. He pulled out the engagement ring in his pocket to look at it shine. It was a princess-cut diamond that be knew would look excellent on Kara's manicured finger. He'd been taking weeks to plan the engagement party on his own, talking to a small female orchestra who he wanted to play since he knew she was classy and would appreciate it. He'd paid a pilot to write 'Will you marry me" in the sky for when he took her to the park to propose. He had wine and a bag of lingerie that he hoped would fit her. The pieces were all fitting together.

He called his boy to tell him the news.

"Yo, E.. it's coming together. I'm a propose to Kera tomorrow."

"Oh word? I'll get the crew. We'll all be there. Paris Park right?"

"Right. Text me when you get there."

"Bet."

"Also..," Marquis paused, adjusting his rock hard dick in his pants. "Great, great show tonight..."

"You think we should tell her we filmed it," Erik asked.

"Nah nah... We're the only ones who will ever see it anyway. It just gets my dick so hard watching you fuck my girl like that."

"Well I love fucking OUR girl," Erik corrected.

THE END.

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