patrick making art fuck you in front of him?!? can’t stop thinking about it. he’d make you feel disgusting and would degrade you for being so greedy when he knows deep down that he loves this, it was his idea after all.
i think both men have a bit of cuck in them, if only because their own attraction to eachother makes the jealousy they feel a turn on. patrick watching art fuck you is as much about watching the way arts body moves as it is about seeing your tight little pussy get stretched out. he starts the situation as a power play, knows about arts little crush on you and your little crush on him, and thinks it'll be cute to see the way the both of you blush and fumble with eachother.
but god his cock is so hard its not long before he has to fish it out - get his hand around the thick hard length of it and start tugging on it relentlessly as he watches arts pink cock slide between the puffy lips of your cunt. that long beautiful cock. cant help commenting on it, either. "you look fucking hot rubbing her like that. keep doing it, she likes it."
and you do. the combination of patricks heady eyes on your spread cunt , while his best friend - hands sweaty and trembling against your own shaking thighs, to hold them open, god he's so much stronger than his lanky build lets on, so, so much stronger - humps his cock against your wet slit. you feel his silken head bump up against your clit with every nudge and cant stop whining. you feel his breath skitter against the back of your neck when patrick speaks, his fingers tightening into your flesh, hips shifting, cock plugging against your hole and rubbing it there - back and forth, back and forth.
"oh -. oh, god-"
"yeah." patrick grunts, and you can hear the wet slick of his fist sliding up and down his dick. can see his heavy balls bouncing with every vicious tug. lips red and bitten and parted, he looks just as fucked as you do, just watching. "fuck yeah, it feels good baby? you like arts big fucking cock?"
soft curls tickle your nape. followed by the wet of his lips as he mouths at your skin, you can imagine his face, bright cherry red at patricks vulgarity but he doesn't ask him to stop. he ruts more insistently. you hear him ask, soft - "d - do you?" he sounds so wrecked. "like it - like this. do you want me to-"
"put it in-" you beg. rock down so his tip nudges your entrance, just barely knocking inside an inch. balancing there, waiting to feel the push the ache the stretch. "patrick - tell him - want it. want it so bad."
"mm" patricks eyes close for a moment, head tipping back. you can see the veins in his throat as he swallows, squeezes himself hard, before he blinks his eyes back open, digs his thumb into his slit to feel the slick pre that bubbles there. "yeah, okay. do it, man. let me see you stretch that pussy out."
you dont know who moans louder out of the three of you the moment the head pops in and you begin to slide down.
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friendly reminder that nicholas ruffilo has a monster cock.
he is fucking huge and theres no debating it! i dont care what anyone says! i will die on this hill!
good thing he has excellent composure and amazing self control because getting turned on in public is just not an option for him- there is no hiding his massive bulge (especially not in those skinny jeans he wears).
he has the kind of dick that makes you dizzy just looking at it. the first time you see it you cant hide the shock on your face and it makes him all nervous. his worry takes over and he starts rambling on about how you don't have to take it if you're scared but he'll be so gentle with you if you do wanna try. you have to reassure him that its okay and you trust that he wouldnt hurt you.
you decide to start by using just your hands to get him off but omg you can barely wrap your hand around him!! he feels so thick and heavy against your hand that youre getting nervous and shaky so maybe its a better idea to just let him use your mouth??
you start slow with little licks and then you try taking as much of him in your mouth as you can (not even half). its going so well until- oops! he accidentally ruts his hips forward and pushes himself down your throat. he was just so worked up at that point that he couldnt help it...
he sees the tears that start to fall from your eyes as you gag around him and immediately pulls out. of course hes spitting out one apology after another because he sees tears and thinks he hurt you! he never wants to hurt you!! you have to reassure him once again that youre okay and the tears just came along with your gag reflex.
once you finally get him to believe youre okay, you pick up right where you left off and take him all the way down your throat. poor boy cums almost immediately when you gag around him again. you pull off, coughing due to the strain of trying to fit him in your mouth in addition to the load of cum he just spilled down your throat. he starts apologizing again for forgetting to warn you that he was close (hes so sweet, i love him).
but youre not mad at him, you know he cant help being so massive :(
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{ @askoinari } So, your one true wish in this whole entire universe is to die, hm? Tragic, pitiful really. All this fuss and a temper tantrum because you couldn’t win mommy’s love? Even your own god does not grant you the peace you so desperately long for, stringing you along like a puppet. Do you honestly think your death will solve all your problems? Knowing your god, they’d probably spite you back to life in the form of a ghost for a laugh, wouldn’t that be ironic? I suppose nobody else would care about your death considering your track record for violence, but what of your No-so-apparent companion here? Wouldn’t they mourn you, at the very least? Judging from your charming nature, probably not! Good luck on your fools’ errand. - Yako
Silas's ears flattened as he backed away from Yako, for the first time it seemed he was fearful of someone. Though you couldn't place why... But, Silas knew, he knew exactly why, it was that damn mask, the posture, the aura, the way their tail seemed to become a wisp. It was like looking at a ghost.
Once he realized why Yako scared him Silas couldn't do much but freeze in place and squeeze his eyes shut, hoping they would just leave. His fear response became painfully apparent as the moments passed. All he could muster up was a feeble anxious whimper, maybe that would magically make them spare him from the incoming verbal assault.
Then they spoke. It sounded just like her. In his terror it WAS her.
Seance's tone was mocking, something Silas was guilty of doing... or maybe he was just copying her the whole time.
Even so, she just quietly hummed in thought, looking over him as she ever so slightly inched closer and closer.
"Even after all these years, you're still chasing after her love? Desperately hoping one day she'll forgive you for all the pain you caused her?"
Though Seance's voice was soft, her words were not. "I told you, She doesn't love you and she never will. Why can't you get that through your head?" She paused, giving her words a moment to sink in before she spoke up again.
"Silas." She sounded upset. "What did I tell you about not looking at me while I'm talking to you?" He cringed at that but didn't reply.
When he didn't do what she said, she just gave a soft, "Tsk." Well, He always was a coward, of course he didn't have the guts to even look at her. She gently brushed a claw over his face before finally letting go with an annoyed sigh.
Despite Seance's words, Yako's voice was still loud and clear, mocking him along with her. Her voice seemed to compliment theirs perfectly.
Seance quickly broke into laughter at the thought of that herself.
"Isn't that right, Little fox?" Truth always hurt. Silas couldn't deny it, Yako was right. Seance was right, every word every insult was right. When tears finally began to well up and Seance's voice faded, Silas found the courage to speak.
His voice was soft and faint. A mere whisper compared to the onslaught of words from Yako. "Please..."
Silas's words obviously went unheard. His claws just dug further into his skin, blood beginning to trail down his arm, the moment it finally seemed like Yako was going to stop talking, Silas broke from his fearful trance.
In one quick sweeping motion, Silas threw out a Night Slash.
"JUST SHUT UP ALREADY." He shouted.
"You have NO right to TALK DOWN to me like I'm beneath you! I AM NOT BENEATH YOU." He sounded unsure.
"You don't know who the fuck I am, and I don't think you want to find out. So, Shut the fuck up or I'll make you! I have no fucking problem with killing you right here. Unless you want to be gutted I suggest you FUCK OFF."
Silas lowly growled, his teeth bared, a blatant attempt at aggression, though his behaviour portrayed more fear than anything. Yako obviously touched a nerve with his words.
He didn't care. Finally, after everything the tears began to flow, all he could do was sniff and wipe them away.
"...Fucking pathetic." He grumbled, his words seemed to be addressed to Yako but it quickly became clear it was for himself.
→ Yako has been added to the relationships page.
→ Seance has been added to the characters page.
→ Silas is now injured and will stay that way until he addresses it.
[ Ask from @askoinari ]
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