#look at his firm belly too ahhh

[happybird16]

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He tucks left 💕💕💕

#where my eyes always go #we need more official art like this #look at his firm belly too ahhh #I like how the skirt gives us a perfect view #Levi thirsts #gunna call this #n.sfw #Just to be safe #I’m in such a mood today #Levi Ackerman #official art #aot #snk

[dadbodsandbellies]

The author of this captions decided to stay anonymous. Enoy!

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“Oooof… hand me the oil would ya son?” He asked as he plopped down on the couch spreading his legs and undid his belt and zipper to make room for his big heavy belly to rest in between. I handed him the coconut oil and watched as he took a hand full and rubbed the sides of his big achy stomach. He was 9 months along now with quads and was due any day now. “They get bigger and bigger by the day! I don’t know how much bigger i could possibly get.” He says as he slaps both hands at the sides of his big round oily belly and rubs in big circles . “Ooh oof ungh” he grunts and moans as the babies kick and protest at the pressure of his rubbing. “You should be due any day now. Need any help?” I offered. Truth be told I enjoyed watching him sit on the couch everyday unable to get up from the size and weight of his heavy and perfectly round gut that protruded so far that he had no choice but to let it rest in between his tired legs spread out wide. In the mornings he’d eat and engorge until his belly was tight and full. After all he was eating for 5. In the afternoon I’d sit and watch tv with him and sometimes when the quads were less active I’d rest my head atop his round firm stomach while rubbing his underbelly gently to lessen the pressure. I’d help him up and he’d waddle around the house holding his heavy belly from underneath and picking it up to lessen the weight. At night he’d sit in bed and rub his belly for hours to relieve the aches and stretching until he knocked out but today he needed my assistance to reach every inch of his big round achy belly. The quads were heavy, each weighing approximately 8 pounds. “Yes please! Ugh I can only rub so much myself. Please be gentle… ohh ooof… my belly is feeling especially heavy and sensitive today.” He held his under belly and picked it up to relieve the weight of it for a few seconds and then let go and as it plopped back down it jiggled and the babies again kicked and squirmed in protest. I took the oil in my hands and eagerly walked over to his immense gut. I started with rubbing his outie belly button and then went to the top of his mound and ran my hands up and down the middle of his big pregnant stomach. His moans and grunts are what I really wanted to hear so I ignored his direction about being gentle and rigorously rubbed the sides of this big belly with a moderate amount of pressure. It was softer than it looked so I was able to really get in there. “Ooohhh it hurts… ugghh… but it feels so good…don’t stop…. keep rubbing… ohhh the babies hate it…. ohhh wow ughhhng” he moaned and grunted in pain and pleasure. I enjoyed rubbing this big ball of a belly until his tight skin absorbed all the oil. “How was that?” I said as I gave the last rub and took one hand away and gave him a couple pats in the middle of his belly followed by a playful slap at the top of his ginormous ball gut. “That felt amazing. But… ooof..Babies didn’t like it from the looks of it” the quads kicked and made his belly bounce and sway and jiggle. "Ahh! Oh! Ooof… oh… I think it’s time" he screamed in pain as he held his now tightening ball gut. “Time for what !? They’re coming? Was I too rough???” "I don’t know but I feel my belly tightening up! Ahhh!“ He roared in agony. I didn’t know how to deliver! Wtf was I supposed to do? So I stripped his pants off and helped him lay down on the carpet. He held his big belly and clenched at the side and under of his giant mound in pain. His belly was tightening up. I gave it a quick poke and it was hard as a rock. Suddenly I heard a gush of liquid. His water broke. “Help me!!! Tell me when to push! Oh god please son you’ve gotta deliver the quads!ahhh ohhh..! ” he screamed. I took a look and could see the first head crowning. “You’re crowning! Push! Push now! Hard!” "I can’t! It’s too much pressure it hurts!“ So I helped him push. I pressed down as hard as I could on his big hard stomach full of life until I could feel the first of the babies. I helped push them all out one…by…one.

#bigbelly dad #dadbod #big belly men #mpreg #gay gainer #bigbelly men

[makeyoumine69]

I’m deranged as hell so curious on your thoughts of doing 18 w/ bondage, begging/humiliation, and pet name slut. 🙈

Hello, my dear! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it! 🖤🤞

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A shaky breath broke out from your burning lungs as you lay tied up on the large dining table, wearing only a beautiful red lingerie and stockings. After a few seconds you heard steady footsteps and when you turned your head to the side you saw Patrick's tall figure approaching the table.

"Awww, look at that," he murmured, drawing his palm across your bare thigh. "I love your legs, honey. They feel so good."

Arching your back, you gasped as he cupped your needy pussy through the soft fabric of your panties.

"Mmm, Patrick…"

"What is it? Did I keep you waiting so long?" Bateman asked in a seductive tone before he leaned down to your belly and traced a wet trail from your navel down to your mound.

"Yes…o-hhh, yes! Please, ahhh," you tugged at the restraints that held you securely in place. "I need you so…b-badly, Daddy!"

Patrick chuckled at how pathetic your begging sounded and then asked: "Where?"

Breathing heavily, you tried to move your legs, but they were too tightly tied. "You know where…"

He giggled again and stepped away from you.

"No, no, no, honey. That won't work," he ran a finger along your collarbone, rubbing your nipple through the lingerie. "I'm not going to do anything until you ask me properly."

Embarrassed, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

"Mmm, I want your mouth…all over my dripping slit, please!"

"That's better, sugarplum." Bateman's delighted voice rang in your ears like a clock chime.

With no rush, Patrick gave your inner thighs several strokes before moving closer to your lascivious pussy, inhaling your sweet scent as you managed to spread yourself open a bit more.

"Good girl."

Leisurely, he moved your lingerie to the side and painted a long invisible line from your dripping entrance up to your feverish clit. You moaned immediately as your cunt was already oozing so much with your flavor.

"Mmm, so tasty and wet, holy shit," Patrick chuckled against your tender flesh, his warm tongue flicking around your sensitive bud for a while before he added: "You're always such a slut for me, baby."

"S-stop saying…a-ww, stop saying things like that!"

"Or what?" He taunted you and caught your little tip between his sharp teeth, forcing you to scream in ecstasy. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're numb. Just saying..."

You thought you were going to climax just hearing him say that, but as soon as you recognized the unzipping sound, your soft inner walls began to pulsate in sweet anticipation.

"Mmm-Daddy," you sunk your nails into the smooth skin of your palms as you felt his leaky tip poking at your opening. "AWWW!"

A quick thrust and he bottomed you out, making you feel so fucking full as he hit your belly for sure.

"Shh, babe," he growled, releasing your legs so you could wrap them around his back. "Take that dick like the nasty little whore you are!"

Your eyes began to water from the hard thrusts of his firm hips, his heavy sac slapping shamelessly against your ass, causing your face to burn from the heat.

"A-ah, P-Patrick," you moaned, your voice almost cracking, especially when he rested your leg on his shoulder as he spread you even wider. "S-so deep, mmh! It's so fucking d-deep, a-www…Daddy!"

"Awww, it hurts? Too bad, you're gonna keep taking it until I’m satisfied,"" Bateman snarled through gritted teeth, picking up the pace. "C'mon, scream my name, (Y/N)! Mmm-fuck, I wanna hear you cumming with my name on your slutty lips!"

Quivering from his hard pounding, you gave him what he wanted, feeling completely numb as you saw stars from the way his huge cock stretched you from the inside out.

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[silksaddle]

lullaby

rating: 18+ only!

pairing: frankie morales x afab/fem!reader

summary: two love birds fucking to sleep.

word count: 2.2k+

content: fingering, brief intercrural sex, piv sex, biting, praise, choking (if you really, really squint)

a/n: ahhh. ignoring all the day’s responsibilities to write frankie smut. you know how it is.

It’s that usual slump of the rainy afternoon, your brain fogging over at the same rate that your eyelids grow heavy, blurry bursts of attention dwindling down to a steady and constant disinterest. Caffeine would do little to help, you think, clicking the pen in your hand— the only thing that keeps you alert. Incessant, slow snaps of noise against your thumb.

Resting your chin in your palm, you look over the same string of words that have flown through your vision three times, always forgotten once your sight leaves them. A break would help, should help, but you can’t pull yourself up from the chair. Instead, your arms become a pillow underneath your head, crossed and slightly uncomfortable for your neck as you scoot the chair outwards and lean against the desk.

Half-conscious, you hear the door crack open, then listen to the way it squeaks further as Frankie carefully pokes his head in. You hum in acknowledgement of his presence, but it’s the most you can manage, turning your head to rest the other cheek over your forearms, pushing the work back in the process.

His chuckle follows, warm and cheery sounds filling your ears until his large hand rests firm on your shoulder, fingertips applying light pressure in a too-gentle attempt at pulling you upright.

“Baby...” he whispers, lowering his head until his lips are just shy of your ear, “that doesn’t look very comfortable.” There’s a concerned tone lurking underneath the sweet edge of his voice as he begins to rub his fingers into both shoulders, working into the knots and tension. “Time for a nap?”

He presses a little harder into the spaces beside your neck and you raise your head with a sigh, leaning into his calming touch. 

“Looks like it,” he continues, bending to leave a soft kiss on your neck. “Come on, sweetheart. Up.” He places his hands under your arms and lifts, raising you a fraction of the way until you hold yourself up for him, standing on your feet and then lazily falling into the support of his strong arms.

“Hi,” you smile into his chest, all woodsy and warm with the essence of campfire.

“Been working real hard, huh?” he smiles back, gingerly leading you to bed, minding the steps you take.

At the foot of the bed, he sits you down and kneels at your feet, deft fingers working at the button of your jeans. His tongue pokes out in his focus, sliding across his upper lip.

“What’re you doing, baby?” you question, brushing a curl off his forehead with a single finger.

“Tell me if I’m wrong, but jeans aren’t comfortable to sleep in,” he laughs, his head chasing that subtle touch of yours. His fingers hook at the waistband and tug, you lifting your hips for him to aid in the process. The denim bunches at your feet and he pulls off each pant leg, dropping a kiss to each knee.

You thank him as he stands once more, planting his palms on either side of you as he leans in for a long, simple kiss to your lips. “You know I’m always available if you need to be undressed,” he says into your mouth and you giggle back into his. He urges you to lay down after ridding himself of his own pants, pulling you up with him on the mattress.

He’s a warm, solid comfort behind you as he tucks his smooth legs into the backs of yours, a heavy arm draping over your waist and bringing you ever closer to himself. His nose tickles the back of your neck as he uses it to move your hair, getting it out of the way for his lips to leave kisses there.

“Frankie,” you laugh, light and airy, squirming in his gentle grip while his kisses gain firmness and you feel the unmistakable yet lightning quick swipe of his tongue. His movements slow, an arm sneaking under your shirt and a thumb seeking out your nipple. He brushes over it languidly, hooking his chin over your shoulder to watch you and hear the way your breathing quickens. 

“Frankie...” This time, you sigh his name instead of laughing it out and you can feel him rapidly hardening against you, his hips beginning an unhurried roll.

“What kind of man would I be...” his breaths are shallow in your ear and he punctuates his words with a rough grind, “if I didn’t fuck my girl to sleep?”

“Oh, God, baby...” Breathless, you match and mirror each roll of his hips, listening to the low groans falling out of him. He brings his thumb up to your mouth and waits for you to take it in and wet it; you swirl your tongue before he withdraws it and brings it back to your nipple, massaging its wetness into the sensitive skin. 

“Is this okay?” He moans the question, reaching his hand down the front of your underwear and whimpering when he feels how slick you are for him, how physical your neediness has become.

“Fuck, always, Frankie, keep going,” you splutter, earning a pleased chuckle, his fingers spreading your wetness and circling your clit softly. Your head falls back into his shoulder and your body rocks with each thrust of his, sheets rustling beneath the both of you.

“Shit, you’re wet, baby.” His voice teeters on the edge of trembling as he slides two thick fingers in to stretch you out, fucking you with them in time with his grinding. Your own hand is quick to grasp at his wrist, nails digging, your moans filling the room in high and breathy, desperate and desirous noise. He curls the fingers inside you, pressing them tight to that spot he knows you can barely handle and keeps them there, rubbing it, massaging it. 

“Fuck, I need to fuck you, have to... have to have you,” he grunts, rubbing a few more circles before slipping his hand away, leaving you whining at the loss. “Shhh, baby,” he soothes, reaching down and tugging your underwear off. You kick them from your feet and attempt to turn and help him out of his but are powerless against the strength of him pinning you on your side. “No, I want you like this,” he tells you— warns you, sliding an arm under your neck and bending it to hold you still, squeezing you between his bicep and forearm. 

Taking his cock out, you feel it hard on your skin with the slight dampness of precum dripping. For a moment, he slides it between your thighs, your arousal allowing it to slip easy and thoroughly through your folds. At another whine of his name, he notches it at your entrance and before stretching you on it, he hooks a hand under your knee and raises your leg.

He gives you the first few inches and pauses to let you adjust, though his restrain is steadily running out. Once he’s sure you’re okay, he lunges forward to the hilt and his grip tightens on your neck, your leg, and the sound that leaves him is wrecked; a serrated and low hiss causing you to wet his cock even more.

“Jesus, fuck— you feel perfect like this,” Frankie babbles, lips catching on your ear lobe. You tilt your head to leave a free space for him and he takes it, open mouthed nips pulling at your skin, but not lasting— he turns to simple mouthing at your neck when he pulls out and pushes back in, the ability to place proper kisses diminishing, replaced by his pleasure.

He’s so thick, even more so at this angle, filling you to the point you feel complete with him nestled into you like this. The scruff of his cheek scratches on your neck, your hand reaching back to keep him there, fingers threading through what used to be a neat head of hair, now a mess of curls.

“M— more, please,” you beg, wishing you could turn your head enough to kiss him. Frankie notices the strain of your need, leaning his face as close to yours as he can, capturing your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss; it’s a desperate joining of mouths. His thrusts grow more urgent when he feels your slick dripping out onto the rest of him, sharing his breath with you; his groans to your lighter sighs.

“Yeah baby? You want some more?”

Lifting your leg even higher, deepening the crease in your hip, he fucks into you faster, harder, hitting something profound inside you and he tells you how fucking good you feel, how pretty you are, how gorgeous you sound. 

Mewling, you tug roughly on his hair, jolting with every push. His teeth scrape your shoulder, trailing until he bites down on it with a loud grunt, grinding his cock deep instead of fucking you in and out, keeping it inside you with each small but hefty shove.

He surrounds you; his flannel-covered chest and soft belly flush to your back, his wet, desperate mouthing, his cock filling you up so well. He lets your leg free, dropping that hand to your clit, running the tip of his middle finger over its slippery surface.

“That’s right, baby, just let me fuck you,” he coos, nuzzling his cheek on your shoulder, “just let me take— fuck— take care of you.”

“Frankie, you feel so good, baby, I can’t—”

“S’okay, I’ve got you.”

Another moan breaking from your throat forces him to start moving again, hard enough to make those sharp slapping noises of his pelvis against your ass, though not as loud as his harsh breaths in your ear, his strained praise. He picks up the pace of his fingers, swiping petal soft patterns on your clit, your sensitivity allowing that gentleness to be wholly pleasurable.

“I’ve needed you like this for so fucking long,” Frankie confesses, a deep furrow in his brow, his teeth catching his bottom lip. “Thought about fucking you from behind, making you cum on my cock, hearing you moan just for me...” 

“Francisco!” You cry, his fingers working you up almost too fast, and paired with the sensation of his intense pushes, there isn’t much time left to brace yourself for the way you’re about to cum, for the way it’s swiftly building up strong and relentless.

“Come on, baby, cum on me, I wanna feel it.”

You can faintly hear him urging you to take a deep breath right as it washes over you, the tingling, fiery release spreading from your head to your toes, all while Frankie fucks you through it. His cock brushes every inner part of you, his finger on your clit stopping just to apply pressure that sings from your core.

“Good girl,” he rasps those sweet words, your throat turning sore at the endless panting and use of your voice, your leg falling limp to the mattress after holding it up so long for him. From the corner of your vision you can see him fisting the pillow underneath you, the veins of his hand prominent, the muscles of his forearm tensing.

“Can I—”

“Yes, please, baby, cum inside,” you whimper, his cock pushing in even smoother with the added slick of your orgasm and he mewls at those words, getting a few more rhythmic thrusts in before they turn ragged and he spills into you with a soft shout. His nose burrows into your neck as he tries and fails to catch his breath; you, letting him hold you close as he comes down.

He resumes those featherlight kisses, a line leading up to that spot just behind your ear— warm presses of his lips with no other intention than to feel you.

“Okay?” He manages to ask, so quiet and bashful, even, as he feels his cum trickle out of you and onto his lap.

“Mhm,” you smile, finally able to turn in his hold, and the sight of him makes you want to do it all over again; his flushed face, his wide, dark eyes looking back at you in admiration, the disheveled state of his button up. The sleeves pushed up to his elbows are all crinkled, and you let your thumb run over the edge of the fabric before feeling your way up his arm. He smiles, a sleepy state of contentment taking over him and he pulls you onto his chest, keeping you safe, a hand on the back of your head.

The patterns of your breathing match, in and out, slowing down, his heartbeat losing speed under your ear.

He makes a happy noise when you place a chaste kiss on his collarbone, the rain picking up outside, washing down the window behind the see-through curtains. He taps the small of your back three times, and you know this is him telling you he loves you, a tap for each word; so you kiss him three more times, two kisses on those smooth spaces where hair refuses to grow, and once on his lips which he returns gratefully.

Drawing the comforter up over your shoulders, he ensures it’s snug over the two of you. “Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “you deserve it.”

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#frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x you #pedro pascal #triple frontier #frankie morales smut #sobs: i love him

[watchingreadingandthinking]

Sharon really was not sure going on a camping trip at 41 weeks pregnant with twins was a good idea but her friends convinced her. She wanted to have a natural birth anyway so they convinced her that they wouldn’t really be taking any chances. They would be about 3 miles from the nearest road and almost 3 hours to the nearest hospital but she would be fine according to her friends. By the time they reached the camp site after a 3 hour car ride and a 3 mile hike she knew it had been a horrible idea. Her back was killing her with no hope of easing up without her heating pad and only the ground for a bed. She told the group she was going to stay at the camp site and rest as they went off to explore. Once she is alone she lets out the moans she has been needing I for hours as she tries to rub her lower back. She finally sits down using a tree for a prop and tries to get comfortable but no position is helping. Her back is absolutely killing her. Ahhh she moans out as a particularly strong pain grips her back. She presses hard with her fists but is unable to find any relief. By the time John makes his way back to camp she is in obvious pain and panting and moaning through contractions. Sharon has no boyfriend and really hardly knows John he is new to their friendship group. When he sees her in labor John is extremely turned on and he feels an extreme need to care for her. He crosses the camp ground to her where she sits with her hands rubbing her back moaning. Hey beautiful John says as he leans down to kiss her cheek and begins to firmly apply pressure to her back. Umm hey John that feels so good she moans. Sharon says my back really is aching I think I overdid it with the car ride and the hike! Ahhhhhh she screams as a another pain grips her. John presses harder into her lower back as he says you may well have overdone it gorgeous but you are in labor, he leans in and kisses her neck. I want you to know you look so sexy right now he says. He rubs his hands over her right belly and back to her back alternating between rubbing her belly and her back. Oh John Sharon cries a little later the pain is getting worse! I have an idea of something that may help you beautiful he says has he scoops her up in his arms and carries her into his tent. I don’t think you are gonna be able I make it to a hospital he remarks your contractions are only 3 minutes apart. Where are the others she asked. They are fishing he says they won’t be back back for a few hours. Here he says let me help you get that pain gone. He starts with massaging her breast and then starts sucking them. As he sighs her her breasts he rubs her tight belly trying to Help the contractions pass. Then he moved his hand lower and gently caresses her aching vagina. After he has emptied her breast he movers his mouth lower and licks her clit to sooth the pain. Pretty soon she has a huge orgasm and with that her water breaks. He helps her onto her knees where he applies firm pressure and rubs her back through the he contractions. Pretty soon it’s time to push and she delivers 2 healthy baby boys with the help of her new friend John. Sharon and John have bonded over this experience and end up falling in love and getting married. They have 10 children together. He loves for her too be pregnant it’s such a turn on for him and she gets turned in just thinking about that first night in the woods. Of course all of their births have been orgasmic and the better they get to know each other and their needs the bette each time is. Umm Sharon sighs as she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, it won’t be long now! I wonder what adventure John has planned for this birth she things to herself…….

#labor fic #birth kink #birth fiction #romance #pregnant romance

[eggluttony]

Another random oneshot that I polished up because I love you all and I hope to make my fic posts more frequent here. Thank you so much for supporting this blog 💜

I'm a big fan of Eggman being so greedy that he really pushes himself to keep eating, even when he knows he's had enough. This is one of the few oneshots that I've explored this concept in.

For some reason, when I had a month long obsession with replaying Sega Superstars Tennis a couple of years ago, I imagined that Eggman won a huge strawberry pie from one of the tournaments. He pushed himself to eat the whole thing in one sitting because he's a champion and he deserves it!

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"Mmm, mmmf- oh, this is heavenly~" Eggman moaned, stuffing his third big slice of pie doused with a huge dollop of ice cream into his eager mouth. He was already off to a very enthusiastic start and he clearly wasn't going to hold back.

His cheeks were full of the bursting flavor of strawberry and vanilla and soon his stomach would be too, as if it wasn't already full enough from the big lunch he'd eaten not long ago. But it was so overwhelmingly good on his taste buds that he knew it was going to be difficult to stop.

"Remember not to eat too fast, sir! If you get a tummy ache, you won't be able to play any more rounds today!" Orbot warned. He tried not to express too much concern at how fast it was going down Eggman's gullet because he knew he didn't like that.

"No need to worry, I'll be fine. It feels sooo good... Mmph-" He barely gave himself seconds before shoving another slice in, chomping down hard to chew it up as fast as possible.

As he kept eating and eating, they thought he was never going to stop. This pie was huge and he'd won it from coming first place in the last tennis tournament. Surely he wasn't going to sit and eat all of it in one go, right? But the man just kept going. His appetite was immense and it didn't seem like he was going to slow down any time soon.

"BUUURRRP- ohhh, thaaat's it. Orbot, Cubot! My cider." Eggman stopped briefly after another big swallow to ask but still had a hand raised and ready to grab the next slice.

Orbot didn't want to give the cider to him because it would probably make things worse, but he knew he didn't like his eating sessions to be disrupted and wanted to avoid the drama of it all. He had no choice but to fetch it for him.

Eggman was soon guzzling down the cider, ice-cold and fresh from the fridge. He let out a big sigh from the astonishing relief it gave from the heat. It washed all he'd eaten so far down nicely and now he was ready to eat more.

He soon moved forward again, still enthusiastic about feeding his belly as he shoved more into his greedy mouth. It was no secret that he'd often enjoy stuffing himself silly until he couldn't take any more. Then eat a bit more after that for maximum pleasure.

A few more slices later he started to feel very full but he pushed on and kept reaching for more. Every time he moaned into a fresh new slice, he forgot about how full he was. He was starting to rub his tummy to accompany each bite as he could feel the presence of slight bloat coming on. But he was feeling great and it tasted so good, so he didn't want to stop there.

After swallowing one more very big piece, he began to feel the effects of how much he'd packed into himself as his stomach gurgled noisily. He already felt rather full after his lunch but now he was stuffed with this hefty dessert.

"Ugh... *burrp*" He looked rather dazed and it sounded like some of his gas was trapped. His burp was small and strained as he struggled to burp. A tummy ache was starting to set in and he groaned quietly under his breath.

He then got the idea to drink more cider and took a fast gulp while rubbing his belly. That quickly helped bring up some more air from the depths of his grumbly stuffed stomach. "Buuurrrrrp- ahhh, thaaat's better." He smiled as he clutched his underbelly that was feeling very firm and round.

Orbot and Cubot wondered if he was finally done, but of course he wasn't. He pushed another slice in and got to work, rubbing the side of his firm belly to coax it into continuing. He ignored the grumbles of protest that it made and pretended they were hunger growls instead.

"Mmf- ogfmychaos, why is it sooo gud?" He mumbled through a large mouthful, feeling like he was on cloud nine.

He knew the answer. It was good because it was a big dessert all to himself, something to treat himself with after all his hard work. He loved eating what others said he couldn't have; more and more! The only way he could be truly satisfied was if he pushed himself to the limit. His excuse was to spite people that weren't even there to see. And Orbot.

He'd now eaten his way through more than half, and that's when it really started to take a toll on his gut as it strained against the buttons and zippers of his jacket.

"Oof- this jacket is a bit too tight," he muttered shyly, sliding his thumbs underneath the white straps on the sides to loosen them up a bit.

"Really? Because it fit you just fine a few minutes ago." Orbot whispered and rolled his eyes.

Eggman heard it well and clear but chose to ignore his snarky comment, as telling as the blush on his cheeks was. He knew just as much as they did that his stomach wasn't quite this big a few minutes ago. It wasn't the jacket that was the problem.

Loosening the straps wasn't enough, his jacket felt far too tight but he didn't bother removing it because he was so focused on trying to stomach more pie. The buttons on his jacket were clinging so hard that they started to make a small creaking sound as he swallowed down more lumps of pie and ice cream.

After swallowing the rest of another generous slice, both of the buttons finally gave up and popped off in unison. They flew off so fast and so far that he had no idea where they went but he heard the sound of them pinging off a surface before landing. It gave him a rush of excitement.

When his huge gut was freed, it pushed out further and he groaned at the pain in his abdomen that followed, raising the cider to his lips to help 'settle' it. He felt it expand even more and as it did so, the pain almost subsided a bit as it help make a bit more room in there.

Even despite that moment of feeling like he'd really have enough, he realized there wasn't much pie left, so he tried to convince himself that he still had enough room for it. He forced another slice down his throat and each bite seemed to make more of a significant difference as it became harder to swallow.

But he was so close to finishing the last of the huge pie and he was impressed with how far he'd gotten so he couldn't stop now! He'd have to pick up the pace before things got too slow and difficult. He reached for two more slices and bit into both, taking them on simultaneously.

As he got closer to completion he slowed down, taking much longer to chew and swallow. This is when Orbot thought he was really going to stop. But he didn't, he only moved at a far more steady pace. It didn't stop him from stuffing his belly until he physically couldn't move to do it anymore. That's what he desired the most.

"Uuurrrrp- mmh, just a couple more..." He huffed as he looked down at the tray to see there was only two left. Two big pieces yes, but still two nonetheless.

He picked them up together and laid them on top of each other. Ice cream dripped down his hands as he picked them up like they were a two-layered cake. He scoffed them down with gusto, already biting off halfway and then pushing the second half in before he could even chew up the first.

With a big gulp, he swallowed the last chunks in big lumps, feeling them travel down into his stomach as it tried to settle with every other slice he'd shoved in. He sucked the ice cream off his fingers before chugging the remaining amount of cider to wash it down. This brought out a couple of hiccups and more gas.

"HUUURRRRRP- *hic* All gone, heheh- *hic*" He belched and hiccuped with a joyful giggle. He was feeling a little tipsy after gulping from the big bottle and the fullness had become far less intense. He was a lot more numbed out from the ache but he could still feel just how much food he'd crammed in there. The bubbly alcohol had expanded it even further.

"Mmm...."

When Orbot came back to see Eggman leaning back in his chair with his fat belly bulging out for all to see, he knew the results were going to be surprising. But he didn't quite expect to see that he'd polished off the entire tray. It was completely clear and the whole thing was now inside his immensely stuffed and bloated belly.

"So you're finished. And you ate a lot more than I expected..." Orbot spoke up as he hovered over to the desk. "You know that was supposed to be able to serve maybe ten or more people, right?"

"Wow, a new record!" Eggman beamed without a care as he picked at his teeth with a toothpick, relaxing as he rubbed his full belly. It felt very warm and round and the love and attention he gave it soothed him greatly. He was totally blissed out and nothing could kill the mood.

"Great..." Orbot hummed with far less enthusiasm and picked the empty tray off the table. He should've known that Eggman wouldn't pay any attention to the serving amount of the pie. In fact, knowing how many people that pie was supposed to serve just excited him even more.

"Hmm, I think I could go for *hic* just a little something more. Anything good in the pantry?" Eggman asked as he caressed the sides of his full tummy. He recognized that he'd had more than enough but of course he wanted even more, just to say he was really well and truly satisfied.

"No, I don't think so boss." Orbot lied and attempted to dismiss the request. The last thing this man needed was more food!

"Ughh, *hic* there's got to be something else to snack on in there... Oh right! There's still more ice cream from that lovely *hic* pie, isn't there?" Eggman was quick to remember the rich expensive ice cream they'd gotten and there was no way Orbot could make him forget.

"No boss, there isn't." Orbot lied, attempting to convince him otherwise. Surely he was too full to lift himself up to get it, right? He actually hoped so.

"Lies, I know there's plenty left." Eggman grumbled and tried to pull himself up to go and look by himself, something the robot definitely hadn't expected.

When he stood up, his gut was a lot heavier and a grunt escaped his mouth in reaction. It secretly felt pretty good. Or at least he thought it was secret, despite all the times Orbot and Cubot had seen him enjoy these indulgences far too much. He wasn't very good at hiding it at all.

He waddled and wobbled over to the fridge, holding his belly to support it as he leaned down to open up the freezer. This was quite the challenge and he winced and huffed when his stuffed aching belly got in the way but the perverted side of him really enjoyed it.

He tutted when he picked up the tub of ice cream and turned to look at Orbot with a glare, one that silently judged and told him that he knew he was lying about there being no ice cream left.

"Oh yes, it looks like there actually is," Orbot came over and tried to take the tub from him because there was a bit too much for him in there. "Are you sure you want this, boss? I mean you did ju-"

"Told you so. And of course I do, just give me that!" He demanded, easily prying it out of his grip.

Orbot just sighed. There was nothing he could do to stop him and he was slightly nervous to find out just how far he'd go with this.

Once Eggman had gotten hold of the tub, he managed to walk to the pantry to get a bottle of chocolate sauce. This was sure to taste really good drizzled on top of the vanilla. Well not really 'drizzled,' more like cover the entire thing with it.

He sat back down on his chair with a plop, feeling how plump his butt was and how firm his stomach felt. But he wasn't ready to stop, he was just getting started! He placed a bowl on the table, filled it with huge scoops of ice cream, and squirted a large amount of chocolate all over it.

"Chaos, that looks *hic* so appetizing." Eggman swooned, taking a large spoonful to push between his lips. It was so sweet and the soft vanilla and chocolate combination was glorious. "Ohh, and it tastes as good as it looks." He smiled in glee and spooned for more of the rich taste.

He didn't chew a single bit and it was more like he was swallowing each spoonful whole. It filled up the small amount of space left in his stomach even further, making it expand to try and fit the rest.

After finishing the entire bowl, drinking the rest from the bottom and sucking the spoon clean, another strained burp tried to get out but his stomach was too still and taut to let it. He glanced at the tub on the table. There was more left, but not too much. Maybe it would be to other people, but not to him at least. Could he fit more in?

He should because he needed just as much ice cream for that much pie, right? And he hadn't eaten the same fill in both pie and ice cream, yet. Wanting to change that, he found himself filling up a second bowl with an even bigger amount of chocolate sauce.

His eating became a lot sloppier, sauce and cream trickling down his chin as he pushed in more. He closed his eyes and moaned from the feeling of his stomach getting fuller, tighter, and bigger. He was shoving each spoon in so fast that he felt it push outwards more by the second.

"Get me a can of Chaos Cola!" Eggman ordered after briefly placed the spoon in the bowl as he took a moment to try and calm his stomach's grumbling with another rub. It was feeling so fat and full but he wasn't finished and he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

He snatched the can from a reluctant Orbot and continued eating. He felt so unbelievably stuffed full but he couldn't stop. As long as there was still more, he wouldn't stop until the tub was all empty and his tummy was very full. He no longer tried to chew and gulped down every yummy, soft, and sweet spoonful of rich ice cream.

"Nngh- just a little more... guh..." He started to lift heaped spoonfuls to his lips to polish it off faster. His determination was strong but his stomach was very much against it and had become very upset with him ignoring its grumbling pleas for him to stop. His breaths were becoming labored and he rubbed his stomach some more to persuade it to squeeze the rest in.

A minute later, he was gulping down one last huge scoop. A heavy gasp left his mouth when he came back down from his high. Feelings of accomplishment began to set in but he knew he wasn't quite done yet. He definitely needed a bit more drink to wash it all down.

Thankfully, the new Chaos Cola was still icy fresh when he cracked it open. He threw his head back to guzzle the whole can in one go, feeling his belly expand more with every huge glug that went down his throat. He tossed the empty can on the ground when he was done and the sound caught Orbot's attention.

Oh no, he'd emptied the tub too! Orbot had no idea how he did it, but he knew it clearly wasn't normal to eat as much as he did. "Boss... are you alright?" He asked sheepishly.

"Mmgh- yeah, I'm *hic* so full up now... I feel great." He sighed, licking ice cream and chocolate off his lips. He relaxed as he sat back in his chair and clutched his very full tummy. He felt so fat, heavy, and full of pie and ice cream.

When he patted it, it sounded as tight as a drum. That made him know for sure that he'd eaten well. He felt great satisfaction and a slight bit of achiness, but it was easy to ignore when he felt so much pleasure. The more he thought about how there was an entire pie and lots of ice cream stuffed into his big fat belly, the more proud and horny it made him feel.

"Aah... uhh- *BRUUURRRP!-* ooohhh, I'm STUFFED... but it feels really good when I rub it like this. Aaahh..." He stuck his finger in his belly button and rubbed it, finding just how sensitive it was as he moaned from the feeling of pushing down on his firm and sensitive belly. This made more burps and hiccups slip past his lips.

Orbot wasn't surprised that his boss was enjoying this so much. It was no secret that eating too much was a weird fetish of his. It clearly turned him on and it was incredibly awkward to be around him while he shoved food into his mouth with a hard on in his pants. Unlike lucky Cubot, he understood what he was gaining from this. Besides weight, that is.

"Are you sure you're alright, boss? That was a lot of pie and ice cream." He asked one more time in an attempt to ignore how much enjoyment he was getting out of playing with his belly button.

"I feel s-so full and sooo *hic* goood~"

"Alright then sir, let's get you to bed so you can lie down and get some rest."

#fics #stuffing #burps #button popping/clothes ripping #belly button play #messy eating #modern

[thekaldoreikraken]

The Kraken Stirs .

     Kelthil grumbled under his breath as the large bird that had been circling over the Foxrun offices continued to follow him as he wound his way through the streets towards the harbor.  

      Silinne, you crazy old bird, he mumbled. Silinne Bearwalker was one of the finest bosun’s Kelthil had ever sailed with, perhaps one of the best druids he’d ever met, and arguably the most frustrating woman he ever laid eyes on. 

    It was only as he made his way down the final steps leading into the harbor, with the Ellemayne in full view, that the screeching bird dropped from the sky in a puff of smoke and landed as gracefully as a seven thousand year old elf could. She’s still more graceful than I’ll ever be, Kelthil thought. 

   “Ahhh Cap’n Stormcaller himself returns with a contract for his crew. Well done Thero’shan, well done” Silinne said. Though her words were coated in sarcasm like a fine candy the firm clap against Kelthil’s shoulder told him the center of the candy was sincerity. 

  “It will be an interesting job. Hope you’re ready to return to Icecrown” he said bluntly as they climbed the gangplank onto the Ellemayne. A handful of the crew perked up and looked from their tasks towards the two officers. Silinne’s shift in expression was contagious and had already begun to spread to the few Kaldorei above deck. 

   “Don’t give me that look. The war is over and we need to eat. Not to mention we’ve no idea if any of the information we got in Kul’tiras is worth a damn” Kelthil said firmly. 

   There was a tinge of anger in Silinne’s eyes as she sized him up. The Sea Bear was quick to anger and Kelthil knew all too well the consequences for angering the den mother, but the truth was becoming harder and harder to swallow. 

  “I have not lost sight of our goal, but the Ellemayne does not run off of our hopes and dreams and wants alone. Full bellies and gunpowder get results. Gold’s never made a crew think lesser of their Captain, especially when they may be getting it regularly.” 

  Kelthil’s words seemed to hit the mark and the snarling druid backed down. He let out a mental sigh of relief as he walked towards the door to his cabin, beckoning Silinne to follow him. 

   A few dim candles still glowed in the darkness and the smell of tobacco and furs greeted Kelthil as he crept through the cabin towards his desk. Silinne shut the door behind him and took up residence in the small bed nestled in the corner, her cat like eyes glowed faintly in the dim light. 

  “This is going to be a fun trip,” he said with a half chuckle as he gathered up his pipe and a pinch of the lose tobacco he had left out. 

   “Fun like Teldrassil, or fun like the Bloodsail Galleon,” Silinne inquired as she watched him pack the pipe and light it carefully with one of the dying candles. 

   “Fun like the Silithis Expeditionary Team fun” Kelthil bemoaned from behind the growing plume of smoke. He didn’t need to see her face to know the exact expression she’d put on and the equally excited groan let him know he still knew her as well as he thought. 

   “Right, then you start drawing up your plans. I’ll go find our navigator and start rounding up the crew.” Silinne was out the door and off into the night sky with a shrill screech before Kelthil could so much as make an off face. 

   In his newly found peace and quiet Kelthil procured a few old maps and a set of new candlesticks and began preparing his work station. There was a certain calm that he’d always found in times like this. It was like watching a storm grow on the horizon and knowing that you will be sailing into it soon enough, but his name wasn’t Stormcaller for nothing. 

[turningtummyrubs]

Hey! Are you still taking requests? I’d love to request something detailing the aftermath of someone overeating if that is ok? I just adore your detailed descriptions of the full, aching tummy, the way you describe it is just divine! Just the emphasis on the swollen tummy with all the gurgles ahhh 😍Loving the blog! Brilliant content 🥰

oh my gosh thank you so much! people like you are why i keep writing! i hope this is what you were looking for :))

cw: burping, minor nausea (not the actual process, though)

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Carter drives home from work angry and exhausted, hands clenched tight around the steering wheel. He doesn’t usually find himself getting so heated considering his workplace is generally quite boring, but today is an exception. 

Aspen wasn’t there, for one, which is always a downer. He’s always telling Carter to focus on work because “Your analytics document is due in an hour” or some other stupid thing like that but it’s nice to have him there.

Second, he hadn’t had time to eat breakfast or lunch so his stomach’s been growling and gnawing at him all day.

And third, corporate came by to do a check-in. It’s a well-known fact that everyone hates corporate but this time was the absolute worst. They stopped by everyone’s individual cubicle and office and just stood there breathing over their shoulder. Like, personal space, am I right? Carter usually doesn’t mind too much, but today it was this balding dude wearing this obnoxiously red turtleneck and he had the audacity to tell Carter that the way he typed was wrong. Not what he was typing, but the way he was typing it. Carter, of course, smiled politely and nodded but inside he was seething.

He resists the urge to slam the door when he arrives at his apartment and heads straight for the kitchen. He groans thinking of how upset his stomach’s going to feel after he eats considering he hasn’t put anything in it in almost 24 hours but knows it’ll only feel worse the longer he waits.

He just went grocery shopping yesterday so his fridge and cupboards are stocked full with food. He makes spaghetti, boiling a big pot of water and cooking the noodles before straining everything and adding this Filipino tomato sauce Aspen swears by.

Carter fixes himself a small bowl and turns on the TV to watch Brooklyn 99 while he eats. He hardly notices by the time he finishes his first serving of spaghetti, blinking at the empty bowl when his fork resurfaces without anything on it. He puts an appraising hand on his belly and is surprised to find that it feels fine, though it’s still hungry. He gets up and gets some more spaghetti from the pot.

Before he knows it, that one’s finished, too, and he’s absentmindedly grabbing more and more and more until he realizes with a sickening lurch that he’s eaten it all. He hadn’t realized it while he was eating, but now that he’s paying attention his stomach feels groaningly tight against his jeans and something is definitely going to be hurting very soon. Oh no.

He sets the bowl down in the sink, feeling slightly woozy as the extent of his fullness hits him, before sinking down into the couch, turning to lie on his side. He turns off the TV as it’s started to intensify the discomfort he’s feeling and begins to rub broad circles over his somewhat swollen belly. 

It’s begun to twinge and cramp, churning with too much food, and his hand stills as something seizes and sends a jolt of pain through his body. He rubs frantically at the tense area, palm sliding back and forth in a desperate attempt to loosen up the cramping muscles, before easing up with a groan as the tight pressure makes his tummy gurgle and whine with unease. He squirms slightly, muffling a curse into his arm, until the tension lets up.

Carter palpates once with firm pressure at the formerly afflicted area and a low, rumbling belch provides some momentary relief.

He tries to get comfortable, lying flat on his back and massaging small circles at the top of the bloated swell, but soon realizes that that just isn’t possible with his pants being as tight as they are. Carter sighs and gingerly eases himself up, holding his stomach with a careful palm as it churns and burbles with unrest.

He forces himself to walk to his bedroom and changes into a pair of loose sweatpants. The soft material feels infinitely better against the hard curve of his belly and he sighs with a small amount of relief as he lies down on his bed.

Carter’s overfull stomach has started to gurgle noisily now, the loudest ones burbling tensely in his lower belly. He smooths his palm heavily down the center of his stomach and winces as that pushes some of the food down. His intestines squeeze and squelch as they begin to digest the cramping contents of his belly and he inhales sharply at the uncomfortable feeling and rests both his hands atop the softer area, hoping the weight will help calm some of the noisy upset.

He really wishes he’d paid more attention to how much he was eating, especially on an empty stomach, so he wouldn’t’ve ended up with such a stomach ache.

Carter’s also filled with that deeply uncomfortable feeling of being stuffed further than your stomach’s capacity, where his skin is all hot and sensitive and there’s something like nausea pooling in his chest.

That nauseous feeling increases tenfold as his palm palpates roughly into a distressed, gurgly area on his lower left side. Something squelches beneath the pressure of his hand and sickly, hot air wells up his throat. A small, queasy burp works its way up and he moans quietly at the discomfort, rubbing over and over again at that aching area.

His swollen belly has begun to bloat further as the food digests and fills it with queasy gas, and he massages lightly at the cramping tightness, trailing his fingertips in circles over the sides of his distended belly as it rolls and gurgles with a pulsing ache.

Carter carefully probes all over his sick belly to identify the areas cramping with pockets of gas and kneads at them firmly until they let up to momentarily relieving belches. His swollen tummy sinks a little with every release of hot air, painfully tender to the touch.

As the gas begins to dissipate but the cramps start to worsen, Carter moans and shifts onto his side, curling up slightly. He wraps an arm around his tummy and massages at the hard lump of fullness struggling to digest in his guts. Nauseating stomach bile burbles tight against his pressing hand and he smooths his palm continuously over the rumbling gurgles.

As time wears on, the feeling of overwhelming fullness starts to fade, but his belly’s still tenderly bloated and aching and he still feels generally horrible, so he texts Aspen and asks him to come over.

Aspen arrives in five minutes, expression softening in sympathy at how miserable Carter looks curled up on the bed. He sits down beside him and gently smooths his hair back.

“Not feeling too good?” he murmurs.

Carter shakes his head, a pathetic whimpering noise leaving his mouth against his will. “Stomach hurts...”

“I’m sorry, Cat,” Aspen says, gently smoothing his palm up and down Carter’s back until he uncurls. Aspen slips his hand beneath Carter’s shirt and tenderly rubs at the bloated mess of Carter’s belly.

Carter groans and presses into his touch, provided with the relief he’d so desperately been craving.

“How was work?” Aspen asks, continuing his gentle massage. His palm rocks over a liquidy gurgle and firmly works away a sharp cramp in a broad sweeping motion.

“Don’t even get me started,” Carter grumbles, annoyance building again at the memory.

Aspen laughs softly. “Uh oh. What happened?”

Carter goes on to tell the story, voice amping up with passion before slowly trailing off as Aspen’s hand dips into a particularly comforting spot. Carter groans and presses Aspen’s palm in over the area, sighing contentedly when Aspen continues to rub there. The heavy weight of his hand feels achingly nice on his belly.

Aspen continues soothing the nausea and cramps plaguing Carter’s stomach until his voice fades off, heavy with sleep.

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As you can see, ending fics isn’t my forte haha

#belly kink #my ocs #my writing #stomach ache #tummy ache #belly rubs #bloated #stuffing #whump

[owlsbride]

Icha Icha and Prejudice: The book Club

Chapter VIII: Of Anxiety and Tension

Sakura had had the hardest night of her life. Not even at the hospital, she had ever felt that way. At work, during an examination, a healing session or a surgery, she always felt confident, safe, accurate and with a firm hand. Sakura trusted herself when things get complicated, her resolution always took her forward, and she was not one to fail.

But last night? Last night was something else at all. She was feeling nervous, anxious, flustered and bothered. Of course, Sakura knew who to blame: Hatake Kakashi.

After the dinner with Kakashi, the little encounter they had, in which Sakura agreed with her inner self that that wasn't a fight; the new pet name issue, the promise of a message as soon as he arrived at the sand village, and reading Icha Icha, she was without rest or sleep.

Sakura was angry, yes, but at the same time, since she got out from the shower and took that damned book in her hands, the feeling changed into something much more distant than anger. Instead, a sense of constant discomfort was forming in the depths of her being. The famous butterflies in the stomach, a fire building in her lower belly. Something aching going up from the inside of her thighs to her hips. She was very conscious of what was happening to her. Hormones.

Sakura had had her hormones in check until not long ago. They were asleep, and it could be said that she, despite being a completely healthy young woman, who had no fear of sex, had been able to control her impulses efficiently and strictly. No, it wasn't that Sakura didn't like having sex, in fact, she liked it a lot, but what she didn't like in the least was the previous ritual. What bothered Sakura was strutting like an animal in heat, looking for the alpha male with whom she could mate and thus fulfil the cycle.

She had had tones of discussions about it with Ino who was already in a serious relationship, so she didn't need going out hunting for her preys anymore. It had been different in the past though, while the blonde was single, she didn't miss the opportunity to go out every night that she had free to have fun, dance, drink and why not look for auspicious lovers to spend the night with until the right man appeared. Sakura followed her on all her adventures but never ended up in anyone's bed. Sakura got bored with the game before she even started it. She never judged her friend, how would she? Ino was doing precisely what a young woman should do, as any men would. But the discussions they both shared were all about Sakura's choices: if she didn't venture into the night, to experiment a fleeting romance or an excellent laid, how was she going to find the one who could be the man of her life? Ino knew that Sakura was looking for him deep down, but she had given up.

But right now, everything was different. Even if Sakura was still reluctant to look for a mate, she knew that she wanted somebody and that somebody was Kakashi. For a time now, she had realised that she was lost for him, even if she didn't acknowledge the feeling to herself or her inner self, for that matter.

She was well aware that something was going on between them even if they keep silent about it. They were close friends, they worked together, and they both had grown up, like really grown up. She wasn't a teenager anymore, and he wasn't in his twenties either. Sakura had often made numbers to analyse the gap age between them and told to be true it wasn't that much. She also studied her past and childhood to observe how their relationship's evolution was and when all of this started. She arrived at a sad and relieving conclusion at the same time: although Kakashi had been her sensei for a while, and had always taken care of her, neither of them had really paid much attention to each other. Kakashi was more interested in Naruto and Sasuke's training and so was she, in a way. She had never had a crush on Kakashi before, and neither did he. It all started a few years ago after Sakura's promotion in the hospital and her big failure with Sasuke when she said no to marriage while this one, too relieved for her liking, disappeared from the village. It was then that Sakura and Kakashi began working together, as Hokage and co-hospital director, sharing late meals, discussing plans and talking about this and that, and smiling at each other teasingly just for the like of the thrill. So yes, their relationship had turned into  this  (and Sakura didn't know what  this  was) right after they both became significant and complete adults.

Sakura Knew she wanted Kakashi even if anything physical or tangible happened between them. Even if this flirting game ended sooner or later, she knew he was going to still be in her life. After all, he was a reliable person, and she trusted him with her life.

'When are you going to stop justifying yourself, Sakura?'  

Her inner voice was right, she was trying to find a justification to what happened yesterday night. She hadn't been able to sleep at all, at least not how she would wish to.

The book was starting to become really explicit, and the story was good enough, now she would understand Kakashi a bit more. A romance novel, with deep feelings, third parties in discord, complex stories, characters with good personal backgrounds, and an incredible number of scenes loaded with eroticism and sensuality that did not come to fruition. A tension that increased page by page, generating a feeling of anxiety that only asked for a bit of release, but that seemed to never reach. Jiraiya knew how to heat things up and prepare the groundwork.

That night, the second one on her long vacations, she found herself wondering if Kakashi knew how to heat things up too. If he could touch a woman and just with an innocent feather touch make her tremble asking for relieve. And just like that, Sakura also found herself being jealous. No, in her thoughts Kakashi shouldn't touch just a random woman, he should touch her. and suddenly, the characters in the book weren't only characters, they were both of them. Kakashi and Sakura in the rain, under the shade of a tree, in a lake or in a bed: kissing, touching, moaning. Sakura punished herself for these thoughts and putting Icha Icha aside, she tried to sleep.

The morning found her in her bed, still half wrapped in the towel, without dressing and having had light dreams that did not ensure any rest. The images of her and the Hokage did not stop plaguing her mind for an instant.

Sakura took another shower, she felt dirty after thinking about Kakashi in that way. She felt dirty, even if she didn't do anything about it. Satisfying herself was out of the question, not only it could be useless, but it could be dangerously encouraging to look for something else, and that was never going to happen.

'Silly girl.' Inner Sakura had repeated her more than once.

She checked her phone, no message from the Hokage, she could only wish for him to arrive safe and sound and that everything was going on okay at Suna. She also called Ino for lunch, of course, the blonde said yes, she always had time for Sakura, more now that the pinked haired girl was having some free days.

They talked for hours, even if sometimes Sakura got lost in her own thoughts losing track of the conversation. Ino knew that something was wrong with her friend: the edgy looks, the eventual 'hmm' as answered, the red chicks when something related to sex was mentioned. But she knew Sakura, and better than push was letting her be, sooner or later, she would come to her to talk or ask for advice. That had been their modus operandi forever, and Ino knew how things worked. Everything in good time, especially with the stubborn  Forehead .

After lunch Sakura wasn't ready to go back home, the sun was starting to set, and the time was fantastic. She rechecked her phone and still nothing. Why didn't he texted her? It is said that not news good news but the feeling of anxiety and discomfort had returned to Sakura as soon as Ino had left her alone again. Sakura needed to release her tensions, she had to do something, and in her life, that was training. She had to thanked the heavens that this morning she got dressed as so many years ago. She had bandaged her chest, and on top, she had put on her sports bra, her eternal red jacket and the black shorts with the skirt and as if she had known his destiny before his time she headed towards the training grounds. She was surprised when she found Naruto there, both of them with the same idea. Was he running from something too?

"Hey Sakura-Chan" Naruto greeted her with his cheery voice as if time had never passed. "What are you doing here?"

"Naruto, hi" she internally thanked the familiar face, "I thought to train a little. I did not expect to see you. What are you doing here?" Sakura said, smiling.

"Hinata," Naruto said, lowering his eyes hiding his hand behind his neck. "She doesn't stop scolding me about Suna" he finished.

"What a mess you made there Naruto, you don't grow any more," Sakura said, crossing her arms, tapping her feet against the ground.

"Ahhh, Sakura Chan not you too" Naruto was too embarrassed to look into her eyes. "Kakashi sensei is there now right?" Just hearing her name made Sakura's hair stand on end.

"Yes, I think so. Why?" She played dumb.

"You two became very close" Naruto started thoughtfully.

"I wouldn't say that much" Sakura was perspiring.

"Do you think you could convince him not to be so hard on me?" Naruto had his eyes so blue and pleading like years ago when he was a child.

"I don't see how I could help you" Sakura started to change the subject "Do you think we could spar a little you and me?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes, Naruto, I can't just be a doctor who doesn't move a finger."

"Okay" Now he smiled, and when he did, the sun seemed to shine brighter "But don't be too hard on me Sakura Chan."

Sakura was tough, and Naruto hadn't lagged behind in the slightest. Neither of them had lost the training timing they had had in the past, and the final fatigue was reflected in both of them, now lying on the sand of the field looking at the stars and laughing together. Sakura was happiest with Naruto in her life. He was like the brother she didn't have, and no matter how much he made her angry, Naruto always made her day infinitely better. Sakura felt immensely better, at least part of the tensions suffered during the last night and the day, had disappeared after the hard training. She was so tired that she was ready to go back home, showered and go to sleep. Yeah, definitely everything was better thanks to exercising.

Sakura arrived home, late enough like to not do anything. Her muscles were so sore that she only wanted to relax them with the hot water and an incredible amount of bubbles. But her phone buzzed seconds before she reached the bathroom, and she could no longer pay any attention to it.

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

22:40: H.Kakashi: Are you there? I'm so so so sorry...

22:40: H.Kakashi: Sakura this have been madness

Finally, he had the decency of texting her.

'Maybe he was busy.'  Inner Sakura always playing for his side. That made Sakura even madder. She was not going to answer.

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

22:41: H.Kakashi: You were right Sakura, I should have brought you with me. The heat is killing me, my head is killing me, everything is killing me

22:41:H.Kakashi: Okay... Let's talk later.

'Well..That's something entirely different'  Inner Sakura said, and Sakura huffed her hair showing her discomfort.

Sakura wasn't going to answer right away, somehow she felt that she didn't have to be so much available all the time. Okay, he was recognising his mistake now, but too late, sir, too late. If Kakashi wanted a response, he would have to wait like she had done the whole day. So, just like that, she went to her kitchen, took a bottle of cold water, and after fifteen long minutes, she texted him back.

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Kakashi woke up with his phone buzzing in his hand. He didn't remember falling asleep, but at some point, while waiting for Sakura's answer, it had happened. It had been a long time since he had such a deep sleep and it had barely lasted, according to the clock on the nightstand, only fifteen minutes. Almost like an automaton, he put the mask back on his face and looked around. There were no noises from the next room, Shikamaru had never returned. With his eyes still narrowed, he looked at his cell phone and laid his head back on the pillow. Should he answer now or tomorrow? Anyway, he read the message and smiled despite himself.

23:05:H.Sakura: Told you so, sensei .

Notes: Hello There? So chapter 8. A few things I like to say, 1-In the last chapter, after having a shower Kakashi went to bed without rearranging his mask but with underwear on. I guess that's because, he was tired to put the mask as he should, and the dressing thing, is because I believe he is the kind of man that thinks is better to have clothes on than nothing at all, is like saying 'Hey I'm sexier with my boxers on" Why I believed that? I have no idea, nobody asked me either, but I just wanted to tell you how I picture his personality, what do you think? About this chapter: 2- Sakura is still discovering her sexuality as an adult, so far, Icha Icha is better for her than Pride and Prejudice for Kakashi, apparently. 3- I mentioned that Kakashi used to be in his twenties, because actually in the past he was, and now looking back, maybe because of my experience, 20 something is actually not that much to be a full adult, I had made so many stupid things at that age. 4-Ino is so great! I kinda love friends like her, and she will know everything eventually, she is no fool and knows her friend perfectly. 5-Naruto... well I think Naruto is pretty innocent yet, but he is a good friend. With all that said, Please..... You know what to do! is not that much, I would be happy even with only an emoji. Seriously, I would love the feedback.

#Kakashi #kakashi sensei #Kakashi Hatake #kakashi hokage #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi x sakura #haruno sakura #sakura hatake #sakura fanfiction #sakura #kakasaku fanfiction #kakasaku #fanficiton #naruto fanfiction #narutoverse #pride and prejudice #literature #jane austen #read #supportwriters #like4like #reblog #follow 👑 Share ❤️ Enjoy 🍑 #comment #benice #fanfic #love #kakashi love

[trashytummiez]

Ahhh I love your writing!! Could you possibly write something with burpy Dabi getting carsick and getting his belly rubbed by someone to help out?

Warning: contains belly kink burps fluff hiccups indigestion nausea near-vomiting tummy rubs

"Dabi stop being gross!" Toga complained with a pout after hearing Dabi let out yet another wet burp. Probably the fifth or six one he couldn't hold in during that entire car ride.

The scarred villain groaned and held his churning stomach painfully while keeping his other hand rested against his mouth. He looked miserably nauseous. Dabi hated riding in cars more than most things in life. It always made him absolutely sick to his stomach even if his stomach was empty like it was right now.

"Unnngh...tell that fuckin' purse to stop drivin' like a blind old lady," Dabi grumbled so groggily he sounded like he was on the verge of puking with every syllable.

"Hey it's not my fault the driving mechanics in GTA suck! It was the only teacher I could afford!" Spinner shouted from the drivers seat.

"Will both of you shut up?" Shigaraki said from the passenger seat whilst playing a game on his portable console.

Dabi's response was a thick burp that managed to force its way past his lips and past his clutched hand. It ended in a strained groan.

"Dude if you're gonna puke just do it already and stop bitching."

"Wha-no?! No don't vomit at all dammit!!" Mr Compress shouted from the backseat. He fidgeted uncomfortably and inched as far away from dabi as he could. "You know I don't do well around that sort of thing! If he loses it I'm going to lose my own lunch!"

Toga frowned and glared back at Shigaraki. "If they puke on me then I'm stabbing you in the eye Tomura..."

Shigaraki shrugged indifferently.

Suddenly Twice raised his hand like a child eager to answer a question he knew the answer to. "OOoh! I know! Lemme rub your tummy until you feel better! Punch him in the gut!!" Twice expressed eagerly until his contrarian personality kicked in.

Dabi groaned both from his aching belly and from Twice's childish exuberance. "...You ain't-" he paused to burp heavily in his mouth, "...touchin' me."

"C'moooooon! I'll be gentle! Honest!" Twice assured him in his happy go-lucky sort of way. "I'll thrash your belly like a soda can!" Then immediately unassured him.

Dabi looked like he wanted to die...and probably take everyone in the van with him. But with a dejected sigh he leaned back and made his stomach stick out when he arched his back. "...Get this bullshit over with."

Twice squealed and clapped happily then growled angrily at himself. He scooted right up against Dabi and slid his hands under Dabi's shirt to place them on his incredibly warm and slightly puffed out tummy. It gurgled unpleasantly that Twice cringed slightly behind his mask.

"Wow it's rough in there!" Twice noted. "Pansy!"

"Shut up'n rub..." Dabi almost growled his patience nonexistent.

Twice did just that. He gently rubbed his hands up and down Dabi's belly using the heel of his palm to knead circles into his tight aching flesh. For all his silliness and contradictions Twice's movement was very precise and careful. His fingers very gently slid across Dabi's stomach fluttering across the surface in a deeply sensual and relaxing way while being careful not to get too rough around his upper stomach where his burnt flesh and stitches were.

Dabi's eyes were rested shut to mask them rolling to the back of his head with relaxation. His tensed body seemed to relax incredibly in response to Twice's ministrations.

"....Hoooohhh shit...that's...that doesn't feel terrible..." Dabi admitted in a euphoric tone of voice.

Twice beamed proudly behind his mask and continued rubbing.

Toga d'awwwed at the scene while even Mr. Compress couldn't help but smile behind his own strange mask proud of seeing Twice earn some praise. And from Dabi of all people.

Twice rubbed circles into the middle of Dabi's stomach brushing his palm against Dabi's belly button while his fingers kneaded slightly into his firm gurgling skin.

The stimulation was enough to get Dabi to turn his head with his fist against his mouth in time for him to give a really deep closed mouth burp that rumbled in his cheeks for a few seconds. Dabi looked visible strained then burped in his mouth again even longer and harder.

"Tomuraaaaaa! Dabi's being gross again!" Toga whined literally as Shigaraki had just finished taking a swig from his can of soda.

The only response she got was Shigaraki burping loudly and indifferently then smacking his lips unapologetically. Toga frowned while Mr. Compress shook his head dismayed by the crudeness of their boss.

"Dude I'm trying to drive!" Spinner whined and rang out his earhole.

"Try sucking less at it," Shigaraki replied never taking his eyes off of his game.

"...Seriously..." Dabi groaned then hiccuped sharply. He hiccuped again then burped so hard in his mouth he immediately clamped his mouth shut. "...Fuck. Somethin' definitely came up with that one..." he mumbled behind his hand.

Twice frowned behind his mask. "Do you want me to stop?"

Dabi waited and kept his hand clamped over his mouth. He shook his head at Twice but still looked really sickly. For a second it looked like he was going to blow which made both Toga and Compress inch back nervously...Toga even pointing her knife defensively at Dabi like a hiker trying to defend against an approaching bear.

His stomach gurgled loudly enough that even Shigaraki looked over his shoulder to see if Dabi was about to spew.

Fortunately instead Dabi's hand blew back as he let out a big throaty burp that left him huffing breathlessly and the others sighing with relief. Shigaraki shook his head like he got ripped off then went back to playing his game.

"...Unnf...nah, you're good Jin. It's just kinda workin' some shit up. You're doin' just fine so...don't stop..." Dabi said. He ordered Twice to keep going but the way he said it implied an unspoken 'please?' at the end of his sentence.

Twice smiled anew when he heard that and kept going. He gingerly rubbed Dabi's noisily churning tummy with both hands while Dabi groaned and savored the relaxing sensation the entire ride on.

It was going to be a long drive and even through the belly rubs Dabi's stomach was still volatile. It would churn intensely and make Dabi burp frequently sometimes burping so hard he worried something would come up with the sterile gas. But the fact that Twice was able to satisfy the others by settling Dabi's stomach filled him with an immense joy. Nothing mattered more to the fractured villain than making his friends happy in any way he could.

...The fact that he got to indulge in his secret tummy kink didn't hurt either...

#kink fic #sick fic #dabi #twice #belly kink #tummy rub #burping #hiccups #tummy noises #fluff #shigaraki #toga #mr compress #spinner #nausea #emeto #emetophilia

[mammonxluciferismykink]

Jealous! Satan x fem! Reader

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Nsfw warning for the babies.

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You had been into fanfiction for years however, when you had first been brought down into Devildom you had dropped it for a bit. However now that you and the brothers got along you had time to indulge yourself.

You sat in the dinning room, phone tightly pressed against your face as you read the words on the screen.

“He wrapped his hand around her throat, his cock so deep inside her heat that the bulge of his head could be seen in her. She twitched, his eyes dark as he firmly pressed against her sweaty back grinding his cock deeper with a low growl. He slapped her ass but holding her tight, breeding her like the whore he made her into.”

Oh god, even though your face was straight. You could feel the build up in your belly. The slight twitch of your thighs as you forced yourself to close them tighter under your plad skirt.

Damn you needed some of that, some dick like that but there was too problems.

One, you doubted demons wanted anything to do with humans like that...and two, even if it was possible you were shy..definitely no one would do it, not to you.

You nearly fell out your chair when Mammon’s head could be found over your shoulder. “Whatcha doin?” He asked as you jerked with a squeal, quickly holding the phone close to your chest. You had a bright blush on your cheeks and quickly gave a nervous laugh.

“H-Huh? O-oh nothing! Just checking some texts and stuff!” You were a bad liar but Mammon...wasn’t so bright which was pretty lucky. Poor thing, he was so cute..anyway, he blinked before shrugging and then Satan could be seen leaning against the wall.

You looked at him and he looked at you, eyes sharp and a bit angry and you snapped your head to look away.

You’ve been avoiding him, not on purpose of course. You were simply trying to catch up with yourself. That look though, stirred something deeper in you though and you bit your lip a little.

What did his dick look like- AHHH! No! No! NO! You mustn’t develop a girl boner right now. You could only thank everything holy that Asmo wasn’t around..he had announced a couple times that he was able to smell someone’s lust more than the others..

After dealing with Mammon for a while you had ran off to your room to get more privacy.

As you laid on your bed, still in your school clothes you heard a knock on the door. Quickly you looked over before turning your phone over in your bed and getting up. You walked over to the door and pulled it open peeking out pausing when Satan stood there with a frown but giving a light smile.

“Let me in (y/n)..” he spoke and before you could fight he pushed you inside and closed the door behind him of course not forgetting to lock it as you stumbled back to your bed. Not yet falling but nearly.

“H-Hey! What’s the big idea?” You asked with less power then you had wished. He looked at you before crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’ve been avoiding me. Friends don’t avoid each other...” he spoke and you laughed scratching the back of your head. “H-heh! Sorry, I’ve just been reading and trying to-“

“Reading what?” He asked and you probably looked like stone seeing how fast you froze in your place. Satan scoffed and lowered his arms walking up to you until you couldn’t do much but grab his hand in order not to fall back on your own bed.

He pushed you though and you yipped as your skirt slid down your thighs, the stocking hugging you nicely drew his attention and before you could hide the lace panties that were slick with your natural lubricant he climbed on top of you grabbing your wrist and pinning them down to the bed.

He sat between your meaty thighs pressing firmly against you. Glaring as your thighs twitched around them.

To be honest, you hated him. Hated how hot he was and hated how charming he could be. Hated that smug grin and hated that gorgeous blonde hair that went with those sexy green eyes. He looked like a beast about you right now and you hated how much it made you blush.

He looked at your phone and grabbed it. “What’s your password?” He asked and weakly you pushed against his chest, your blush growing deeper. “S-Satan please!” You cried and he looked at you once more.

“No need to beg, I’ll be having you do that soon enough. Now, what’s your password?”

You turned completely red before turning your head away telling him what it was. He took his precious time looking over the story you had been reading as his other hand held you down. He finally put your phone down before towering over you.

“Now now now, what a lewd little mind you have.” He whispered before leaning down pressing a kiss to your ear before taking the lobe in his mouth.

“Wanting a demon to breed you like some whore, fill you with pups.” He growled in your air. Your hips bucked against his panting when you met something heavy in hard in his pants. You could already feeling your pussy twitching under your lace. “I’ll be that demon, you should have come to me sooner and I wouldn’t be as mad as I am..”

You whimpered as his lips kissed a firm line down your neck before his free hand came up to pull your thigh up over his hip. Fuck you were fucking wet, you panted under him excited as he then moved to pull open his pants.

Tonight was going to be a long night and that’s exactly what you needed. By the look he was giving you you know this was gonna be the breeding you lusted for for so long..

#obey me #shall we date #obey me satan #satan x reader #oh yes asmo #n.sfw #otome game #shorter cause im lazy

[juminsmysticmc]

RFA+Minor trio headcanons with giving and receiving oral sex?

RFA + Minor Trio giving and receiving oral sex (NSFW/ SMUT)

Heya! I hope you enjoy this HC! Please tell me your honest opinion about it, okay? Now, have a nice day!

Jumin

,,Hello my husband…“ you whispered into Jumin‘s ear when he arrived in the middle of the night.

He quickly approached and hugged you below the warm blankets.

He slowly kissed your cheek down to your soft lips where your tongues met, dancing together after a hard day.

His hands wandered down between your thighs where his fingers slowly stroked your sex.

,,Mhh…don’t you want to taste it…?“ you asked him while you moaned at his actions.

Jumin came over you. His eyes looked firm into yours before his tongue touched every part of your body, down to your vagina.

He slowly licked your pearl of lust before he began to suck on it.

,,Ahghmmm!“ you moaned, moving your hip up to his face.

,,I don’t need Gucci or Armani if you make my pussy a tsunami,“ you loudly moaned, making him chuckle against your vagina, sending vibrations down there.

,,Cum now, Mc…“ he mumbled before you released your juice into his face.

,,Mhh…“ you breathed in and slowly sat up, panting loudly.

Your face faced his before you did the same for him, taking his dick fully into your mouth.

Zen

,,They will hear us!“ you chuckled against his lips.

,,No, they won’t…please give me a blowjob…“ he begged as he kissed you again.

You laughed again before you went down, rubbing your body slowly against his body.

,,You’re moaning just by feeling my breasts?“ you asked him, taking his dick, which was still in his pants, between your tits.

Zen nodded. He looked so vulnerable from down there.

His pants clicked as you opened them and pushed them down.

,,Ohh, you’re already hard!“ you whispered and took his big, grown dick into your mouth.

,,Ahhh…“ he moaned as you bobbed on his dick.

Your fingers tickled his balls while your hand rubbed his dick.

Zen was a moaning mess before he pressed an erect ,,Coming!“

You pulled out and let his semen on your face.

,,Mhhh~“ you chuckled, collapsing on the floor.

,,Aish. You always do that on purpose,“ he whispered, pulling up his shorts.

While he put on his own boxer shorts you pushed down your panties, exposing your wet pussy.

,,You didn‘t even beg…“ he complained, but still buried his face into your walls.

Yoosung

Both of you always had a pretty shy sex life.

But today, you wanted to test something different.

Yoosung was currently pushing his dick into you as you grabbed the sheets.

,,Mhh…you‘re doing so well, babe…!“ you laughed, moving your head from left to right and back.

,,I love you…“ Yoosung moaned into your ear when he finally came into you.

Yoosung pulled out and slammed his penis against your entrance, making you shriek for a moment because of the ecstasy.

,,Yoosung, can you please lick my pussy…?“ you panted.

,,But…I just came into you…“ he mumbled.

Your fingers massaged your clit while you moaned again a bit louder.

Even through Yoosung never tried Oral Sex before, something drove him to put his face down on your vagina, sucking on you.

,,AHH, oh yes! Yoosung!!“ you screamed, loving the feeling of his wettnes on yours.

It didn’t take long until you finally came into his face.

,,Oh gosh, Yoosung this was so hot…Should I do a blowjob for you too…?” you asked him, giggling at his big dick.

Jaehee

,,I’ve never tried oral sex…“ Jaehee mumbled as you tickled her.

,,It’s okay. We need to learn together…“ you breathed and helped her to get out of her shirt.

A quick act with your fingers and her bra was on the floor, exposing her pink nipples.

,,Mhh…“ her voice echoed through the room as your tongue slowly licked her body down to her belly button.

Your hands pulled down her panties.

,,Are you okay?“ you asked her in a sexy voice.

She softly nodded.

Her okay let you put your fingers into her mouth and then insert them into her ass.

,,AH!“ she shrieked, grabbing your shoulders.

,,Does it hurt?“ you asked her, stopping your movements.

You only moved when she shook her head.

You pulled out and put your fingers in again, stretching her insides.

When moans were pleasure ones, you added a finger and began to fiddle with her clit, making her gasp again.

,,Mc…Mc too much…mhfg..!“ she grunted.

You smiled against her sweet vagina.

Jaehee rolled her eyes and threw her head back.

This was your sign to play with her other hole.

,,Oh-!“ she gasped, pressing her vagina in your face, finally coming on you.

,,Oh…oh yeah…“ she moaned and collapsed on the cold floor.

Her eyes observed you as you licked your fingers.

,,Now…I‘m the only one…who felt good…“ Jaehee smiled, licking her lips unconsciously.

You smirked when you heard her words and so you let her lay back.

You first rubbed your clit against her, feeling the sexual tension for a moment.

But suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted and without having noticed it, your vagina was on Jaehee‘s face, who was slowly putting her tongue into you.

,,I will help you…“ you whispered and began to softly ride her face, beginning to moan when she also inserted her fingers.

Saeyoung

Your fiancé was literally a sex god, and you couldn’t stop saying it over and over again.

That’s why trying oral sex wasn’t something he minded at all.

It was the opposite.

,,I love it…’’ he grunted as he laid in front of the pale pink vagina of yours, playing with your clit.

Every movement made you shiver and he knew.

His tongue flickered around your clit and once in a while his tongue even entered your vagina’s walls.

,,Mhhh…yeah…oh yeah. More, Saeyoung...’’ you begged in a husky voice and looked down at his redhead.

He quickly glanced up at you and then inserted his tongue into your vagina.

Saeyoung observed you rolling your eyes and licking your lips.

It was way too much ecstasy in the air.

Your naughty laugh made him chuckle and so he quickly pulled his tongue out of your walls.

You immediately began to whine and moan as cold air hit your wet pussy.

Saeyoung immediately knew what you liked.

,,Let’s try 69,’’ he laughed when he saw your strong nod.

He quickly placed his throbbing dick over your face.

He couldn’t even place his dick correctly before your hands pulled his hips down.

You hand was around his big dick as your tongue licked his tip.

For a short moment Saeyoung stopped licking you.

He was a sex god, but you were also somewhat of a queen of all the sex godliness.  

,,Don’t stop!’’ you moaned loudly and took him deeper than before, making him twitch in your mouth.

Both of you took yourselves orally until both of you tiredly released into each other’s mouths, panting happily about the good sex.

Saeran

Your boyfriend was still a virgin and kind of shy to do these kind of things, but this made you even happier. You could teach him various things after all.

Both of you were currently kissing each other crazily. His tongue was on yours as you put your hand on his and let him massage your boobs.

Your moans made his bulge grow below you.

,,Saeran…’’ you whispered, making him look up.

,,Let’s try oral sex…’’ you smiled and kissed him again, sucking on his tongue.

Your hands undid his pants and stroked his big member, making Saeran moan into your mouth.

You took his hands and led them to your pussy which was dripping wet.

While you slowly pushed him against the wall to give him support, you let him play with your little cunt which of course enjoyed the feeling.

You, too, couldn’t stop moaning and smiling.

You wandered down to his dick and kept observing him. You wanted to see his desperate and erect look after all.

You then licked his tip, making his penis twitch.

,,I can’t control it…’’ he whined.

You chuckled at his comment and sucked off his pre-cum.

,,It’s okay, babe, let everything out. Moans, gunts, gasps…sperm…I will take it!’’ you tried to motivate him as you took him into your mouth again, this time moving your head with his member in your mouth.

,,Ahhhhhhh,’’ Saeran responded to your actions.

You released his dick and rubbed him with your hand, smiling brightly as he began to tremble.

,,Something is trying to…come up…!’’ he whispered.

,,It’s okay, that’s your sperm! Let it out,’’ you nodded, taking him into you again.

,,I’m going to pee!’’ he whined and finally gave you a shot of sperm.

You licked your lips and kissed him afterwards.

You quickly explained what had happened and then offered him to do the same with you.

And so the little virgin let you go on all fours and sucked your ass and your pussy, making you shiver shortly afterwards.

Jihyun

,,What if Lucy catches us?’’ you asked him on the kitchen counter.

,,It’s three AM…’’ he smirked and then pulled up your skirt.

Without any foreplay, his tongue was inserted into your pussy, making you gasp immediately.

You pressed his head against you as he flicked and played with your little bundle of nerves.

,,Ohhhhhhh ohhhhh yeah,’’ you gasped, laying back and spreading your legs more.

Jihyun laughed at your reaction, but tried his best to insert his tongue deeper.

,,OHHHH MFHGH!’’ you suddenly shrieked, but tried to muffle your screams as he began to nibble at your clit.

His tongue slipped into your walls again, making you whine loudly.

,,I can’t anymore, Jihyun, please…just give me that dick of yours…!’’ you begged, massaging your own nipples.

,,No,’’ he simply decided and sucked on your pussy, making you finally cum.

You covered yourself with your skirt again. Your cheeks were red as he helped you get off of the counter.

As soon as you were down, your cute daughter Lucy entered the room, rubbing her little eyes.

,,I’m thirsty…’’ she whined, making you shriek.

You were still somehow high from your orgasm.

,,Of course, sweetie. Here you are, but now go to sleep, mh?’’ Jihyun begged his daughter and got a nod.

As soon as she stepped out and you guys heard the door, you got on your knees and took out his throbbing manhood.

Nothing could stop you from sucking on his big penis now.

And of course he wouldn’t. After all, he couldn’t stop pushing himself against your walls and grunting at your bobbing movements.

Vanderwood

,,Ah, ah, aha ah,’’ you heard from the Laptop.

Once again your boyfriend was watching porn.

You let yourself fall on the free seat and observed your boyfriend while he looked at the woman sucking the other actress.

,,Does this make you hot?’’ you asked him.

Vanderwood nodded as he licked his lips.

In the next moment, you threw your panties over the screen.

When Vanderwood looked over to you, you were already on your back.

Your legs were in the air while you were playing with your cunt.

,,Then, let your tongue fuck me,’’ you nodded.

Vanderwood didn’t need you to say this twice.

Almost immediately, his tongue met your pussy while he inhaled the smell of your pussy.

You moaned when he began to play with your clit, nibbling at it and sucking on the little pearl.

,,Yes, I like that!’’ you laughed crazily and dug your head into the soft pillow that was on the couch.

,,You’re wetting our couch…everyone will see that I fucked my girl on here…’’ he moaned, making you even hotter.

,,Let them also hear what you can do, Daddy,’’ you moaned and began to breathe quicker as he pulled out his tongue.

He put his own flesh into you again and shook his head wildly, making you scream a bit louder than before.

You immediately came on his face, but this wasn’t enough for Vanderwood.

He quickly pulled off his pants and slapped his hip against yours, pushing his dick into you and pulling it out again.

His speed increased and increased as your moans became louder.

The louder you were, the quicker he got.

,,Cum into me, Daddy…’’ you begged and shortly afterwards felt him twitching inside of you, spilling his white semen.

Vanderwood took your legs and made sure that his semen wouldn’t spill out.

,,Okay, come here, Daddy. Ride my face…’’ you called him and began to suck on him.

,,Mhhh mhhh, yeah Mc you’re fucking amazing!’’ he moaned and rode your face quicker when you massaged his balls, which were slapping your face.

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[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten Twice Stupid 148

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   Lance didn’t get a chance to “teach him”. They were using condensed milk, cheating according to Lance, getting out something called a “pressure cooker”. Keith had only ever seen memes, he didn’t know they owned one, not that it wound up being needed. One moment Lance was sipping on his blood bag, talking about pastry as he did, the next he was throwing up simply taking the cans of milk out the bag. Wisely, Keith put them away in the cupboard. If looking at the cans made Lance vomit, he didn’t want to know what opening them would do.

  Rubbing Lance’s belly until he relaxed against him, Lance sighed in frustration, Keith heading off the upset by distracting him with a glass of cool water. Rinsing and spitting, Lance sighed again, before resting the glass against his forehead

“No caramel”

Understandable. Keith wanted to protest and delay their trip out, but Lance had been so happy at the thought of it that he had to force down his protectiveness

“We could pick something up, if you’re still up for going out”

They gave Lance the choice. Keith knowing what Lance would choose as he asked

“Yeah. I want to go... Sorry. Picking something up will probably work out better. Ugh. I can’t believe caramel’s been taken away from me”

“I don’t remember you eating it that much before”

“Ahhh, but I had the option before. I like having the option”

“A bit like having the option of having coffee”

  Lance tilted his head back, glaring at him

“Do you want me to throw up again? Because this is how you get me throwing up again?”

He might be in trouble, but Lance’s glare didn’t hold enough bite to tell him he was really in trouble. Possibly belly rubs was soothing the beast? Or Lance had no idea how cute he was and that Keith was whipped... which was highly unlikely seeing he’d told his boyfriend enough times he was

“Alright. Alright. Finish your water, then sip on your blood. We’ll go as soon as you’re feeling better”

    Somehow Lance throwing up ended up being the most normal part of the day. Buying two bouquets for Mami, they arrived in time to see Marco leaving. Lance not calling out to his brother, instead sinking lower in the passenger seat of Shiro’s sedan until his brother was out of sight. Keith couldn’t blame him. Lance had to do what he had to do to keep moving forward, and explaining his pregnancy to his brother would only cause a fight that Keith couldn’t guarantee wouldn’t end with him punching Marco.

  Leading him through the neat rows of graves, his boyfriend was quiet. Lance catching him staring

“I only came here once. My family didn’t want me at the funeral, let alone when Mami was placed to rest. Coran decided I’d stressed myself enough at the funeral, so I couldn’t be here when she was lowered down. Papi’s in with her now”

Oh. What did a normal boyfriend say to that? Squeezing Lance’s hand, his boyfriend gave him a wobbly smile. Aiming at that fake smile of his and missing by a mile

“They blamed me that they weren’t there for her final days. Mami called them a lot. I’m sure she used my phone to call Coran too. It felt like the only people I couldn’t tell were the only people I wanted to know where I was”

How the fuck could Lance be held responsible in any kind of way?

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there”

“It’s not your fault you weren’t. They were lashing out. I can’t believe it’s been a month... it feels like so much longer”

  Lance didn’t mean to make him feel worse, yet Keith did. It’d been too long. The fucking Blades should have let him know... though Zarkon and Honerva would probably still be alive if they had. All of them would have come straight home to be with Lance. Lance loved them all so much, it was only natural they’d want to be by his side

“I’m sorry”

Lance was firm with him, firm yet gentle, as if he could see how much Keith hated not being there

“It’s not your fault. You... you help me remember she was surrounded by love and those who loved her. She loved you. That you’re home safe and in one piece is what she would have wanted”

Tugging Lance close to him, Keith kissed his cheek

“I should be the one comforting you”

“You are. And you’re entitled to feel what you’re feeling. She was your mum too. She just happened to be my mum longer. That doesn’t mean she loved you any less. She was fiercely proud of both of us”

  Keith might have gotten used to feeling better about himself when Lance was around, but Lance hadn’t been around. It’d been so easy to fall into the traps of bad thoughts and negativity. That Mami was proud of him was mystifying

“I don’t know what to say”

“Then accept it”

“I don’t know how she accepted me”

“Easily. Mami knew we didn’t get along to begin with. That you didn’t rush to have feelings or accept what I was. That you went into loving me with your eyes open. You saw more good in me than I know how accept. It weighed so heavily on me to lie to Pidge and Hunk repeatedly, but with you, I could finally see them again. I mean, sure, Kolivan knocked them out, but I probably would have run before we had the chance to repair things”

  Falling in love with a vampire. A vampire he’d supposed to kill. Mami was a strange one, not fearing for Lance was kind of Keith’s sworn enemy. As for Pidge and Hunk, Lance could exist without them, but a huge chunk of his soul faded without them around him

“You guys would have worked things out”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I haven’t been there for them lately...”

  Pidge and Hunk understood. They’d noticed how Lance was withdrawing into himself, Pidge talking louder and louder, trying to stop him from excluding himself. A loud Pidge couldn’t be ignored

“They love you. Is Mami far from here?”

Lance shook his head

“Not really. I don’t love cemeteries. There’s shadows everywhere... it’s cold and it feels lonely, but when you look at the flower and how nice things are kept, you can see the love if you look for it”

Keith wasn’t sure he did see “the love”, but he supposed he’d been slightly desensitised from the death he’d seen

“Do you want my jacket?”

“I’m alright”

Sure, Lance might claim that now, but Keith undid his jacket anyway.

   Mami’s grave was a mound of dirt covered in flowers. Her name and birthday on a small copper plaque attached to a wooden cross. Keith didn’t know what he expected but this wasn’t it. All this dirt, surrounded by lush green lawns... and headstones of people they’d never known

“Pidge and Hunk have been here”

“How can you tell?”

Lance used his bouquet of roses to point to two other bouquets. Keith was no flower expert but he’d felt like he’d seen them before

“I grew the Candy Stripes for Mami. The Abracadabra for papi. They’re both from my garden”

Ah. That was right. Lance took ridiculous care of his garden and his lawn

“It’s nice that they visited”

“Yeah. Mami would have been happy. Hey, Mami. Guess who’s back”

  Keith laid the bouquet of yellow daisies down on mami’s grave. Keith felt daisies were cheap, Lance assured him Mami would have loved them because of their bold yellow colour

“I’m sorry I’m late, but I’m back... Uh... Rome pardoned Lance, and I went to Cuba. It was nice”

Lance chuckled at him, placing down the lilies he’d bought. Keith could see why he hadn’t brought roses with him. Almost all the flowers on Mami’s grave were roses

“Babe, I know this isn’t your thing. If you’re not comfortable saying it out loud, it’s okay to think it. It’s more about the feelings at the grave than having the right words”

  Oh. He’d felt like he had to say something because Lance had said something. He supposed what he really wanted to tell Mami was that he was sorry he was so late. That he’d take care of Lance. That they’d all take care of Lance and show him the love he showed them. That the twins had gotten so big, and Lance had gotten rounder. They were still in there, and Lance was probably telling all about him buying them onesies. That Rome had been crap, but he’d been so sure he’d be coming home to her and Lance. He didn’t want to tell her that the threat had been eliminated by killing, he didn’t want Mami to know that. Not on the back of turning her son into a killer.

  He supposed he could tell Mami how Rieva’s adoptive parents had rallied wolf packs against Zarkon and Honerva. That’d happened. It wasn’t a huge Hollywood battle, and a lot of hunters had been mad at the influx of wolves that didn’t want to show their human faces, but they’d come. They all wanted this over. Lance had shown a lot of bravery, and Matt talked up his “brother from another mother”. Lance would say Matt was “cool for a mangy mutt”, Matt would say “he’s alright for a dead thing”. Yeah. He’d taken it the wrong way a few times, stressed over Lance’s life on the chopping block, but as Lance was pardoned his sense of humour started coming back.

  “Krolia’s been here too”

Keith wrinkled his brow. He got how Lance could tell Pidge and Hunk had been there, but Krolia? Sure, she and Mami were tight. Did his mother ever see his father’s grave? Did she know where it was?

“How do you know?”

“Look at the wreath near the base of the cross. The purple one”

Lance would have known the name of the flowers, his boyfriend dumbing it down for him. Shuffling around the side of Mami’s grave, he squatted down to read the small tag on it

“Miriam, forever my partner in crime. Krolia”

  No one ever said Krolia was good with words, Keith groaning loudly at his mother. She could have put anything at all on the tag and this was what she went for

“I’m sorry. She should be gagged”

“Babe. We both know Mami would have laughed”

“That’s true. I hope I have her sense of humour when I reach her age”

Lance lowered his arse, moving from squatting to sitting. How come other graves for benches? Did you buy a bench? Or did people just borrow them?

“I already scold you enough. Seriously... Mami would have loved pulling one last prank. She was the “Mistress of Trouble”.”

   Lance grew teary, Keith moving to sit himself down beside his boyfriend, careful of his feet. He didn’t want to step on Mami

“She was great”

Ugh! What was he saying? She was more than great. She taught him not all mothers were cruel and dismissing

“She was. I miss our phone calls... I hated that she preferred a home, but she had friends there. I never thought she was a burden. Never...”

Keith wrapped his arm around Lance’s shoulder

“She knew. You’re pretty vocal when it comes to things you don’t like”

“I try not to be”

“I know. You try to be what everyone thinks you are. It’s okay to avoid the things that scare you. And it’s okay to ask me to be there when you want to face them. I guess I mean you didn’t shy away from being honest with Mami. I didn’t know how to let her in”

“You didn’t have great memories of Krolia... I hope they’re at least a bit better now”

“They are. Mami helped. You know, I was doing absolutely horrifically when you were kidnapped. She smuggled in vodka and told me all these stories about when you were a kid”

Lance shot up, before groaning and covering his face

“She did what? What did she tell you?”

“Ah, that’s our secret. I suppose I can let you know that I know you didn’t take learning to drive well”

   Lance let out a soul felt groan, flopping back against him

“Nooo. I can’t believe she told you that. You lift a car by the end once and they never let you forget”

What now? Hold up. Mami didn’t tell him that. And what did Lance mean that he was lifting cars?!?

“She told me it was all your fault”

Using a direct approach would tell Lance right away that this wasn’t the story he was talking about

“It wasn’t my fault! I put the car into reverse and she went and put it into first!”

“That’s not how she told it”

Okay. He felt bad for misleading Lance, but this was gold!

“She told me to slowly reverse. I was expecting to go backwards! Then she made me lift the front of the car to lift it off the tow ball!”

   Keith covered his mouth as he started laughing. Lance drawing his brow as he leaned away from him again

“It’s not funny!”

“It is a bit...”

“I was traumatised! Who put the car into first?! It was my first time driving that car too... I can’t believe she left out the whole story! Stop laughing!”

“I can’t help it. I’m sorry. That’s not the story she told me but that’s hilarious!”

Lance punched him in the shower, Keith’s laughter cut off. Lance meant it playfully, and it hit painfully

“You dick!”

“I’m sorry. Honestly. Mami told me about you crashing into sign despite going way too slow”

   Groaning, Lance buried his face in his hands

“Nooooo! Why?! Do I have any stories left secrets?”

“I heard about when you were trying to cook, and Veronica said if you took your clothes off and peed in the bowl...”

“I’m not listening!”

Yelling, Lance moved his hands to cover his ears. Mami had told him how Lance didn’t want to put his clothes back on, running around the house covered in flour with his willy in his hand. And about the first time they baked cookies when he has a crush on girl at the same Bible study group. Lance wanted to leave the eggshells in for more flavour. Rachel had sabotaged things anyway. She poured in enough food colouring that everything coming out was green for days afterwards. She’d also told him about Lance’s first crush as a teenager, though Lance firmly denied it. It was on some girl called Jennifer that Keith instantly hated.

  Mami had so many stories. She took such pride in her children... Maybe because he’d met Marco and Luis, she didn’t say much about them, other than she wished they were as close to Lance as they’d been as kids. He hoped their twins never drifted apart. That they accepted who their daddy was and that though he was technically a vampire, he was good and kind.

   As they were leaving the cemetery, Lance hid again. Luis with two people Keith didn’t know climbing out the car, he man’s upper lip raised as he caught sight of him. Keith didn’t want to talk to Luis, but Luis seemed to have something to say as he stormed his way over

“What are you doing here?!”

“I came to pay my respects to Miriam”

Simply looking at Luis made him want to slap him, and that was the friendly version of what he wanted to do

“You. You... get!”

Keith arched an eyebrow. Luis making shooing motions with his hands

“I’m sorry?”

“Get. Shoo. Leave”

  “Papi?”

“It’s fine, Nadia! You and Sylvio go ahead!”

“Do you know this man?”

The woman with Luis started towards them

“No. No. It’s okay. I thought he might have car trouble. Nothing to worrying about, princess”

Oh... So he was a secret. Keith was itching to blow Nadia’s mind and let her know that her uncle was right there... hidden behind Shiro’s car

“Okay, Papi. Don’t take too long. Mami wants us back before dark”

“Yes, darling!”

  Nadia and Sylvio hovered, Luis staying long enough to hiss through his teeth

“She might have accepted you, but I will never accept you and that thief thing of yours. Tell It we’ll be in touch”

“Thing” and “It” rubbed Keith the wrong way. Keith clenching his fists

“You get one free pass for losing your mother. Describe Lance like that again, and I will hunt you down”

“You’re a hunter, you don’t touch humans”

“That’s news to me. I go after evil things and there’s nothing more evil than a man who turns his back on his own little brother. Now go. Go. Shoo”

  Keith made shooing motions of his own. Luis gaping at him. He hadn’t struck Luis, yet Luis was livid

“Well, aren’t you going to go see Mami? You’d best go before I have to tell Nadia and Sylvio that I’m dating their vampire uncle that Mami was proud of. Go on. Shoo”

Luis turned, stalking away to his children. Sylvio casting his a glare that Keith kept from chuckling at. He wasn’t afraid of Luis. Nor was he afraid for Lance. Luis could have ignored him, yet went out of his way to come over. What a weirdo. He could have completely ignored him. He could have been there visiting anyone. Why Luis went out of his way was plain weird. Humans were weird.

#oncebittentwicestupid #once bitten twice stupid #ashratherose

[vintage-story-time]

Mom Gets It On by Kathy Andrews

Chapter 7

"I can't stay long, Sandy," Lori said as she walked in. Lori's skirt was

high on her slim thighs, and Sandy could see Rob's cock throbbing

against his pants. He had a little boy look of guilt on his face, and

refused to look at his wife.

"Oh, why?" Sandy asked, disappointed.

"I'm supposed to be home by now," Lori replied. "I just stopped by for a

minute."

"I'm glad you did."

"Mr. Henderson was entertaining me," Lori said, flashing her eyes in a

flirty way at him. "Weren't you, Mr. Henderson?" "Well, yes uh ... I

suppose I ... well, you know how ... " he stammered, still not looking

at his wife.

"Your husband is very nice," Lori said, deliberately running her hand

along his upper arm. Rob shivered, looking as he wanted to run away and

hide someplace. "I like him."

After a few minutes, Lori got to her feet and said she had to go. "Will

you see me to the door, Mr. Henderson?" she asked in a low voice.

"Well, sure," he mumbled, getting to his feet and moving awkwardly,

trying his best to conceal the bulge in his pants.

Lori hooked her hand into his elbow, sliding close to him as they went

to the door. Sandy followed without Rob knowing. With the door open, she

watched Lori stand on her tiptoes and wrap her arms about his neck,

pressing her mouth hotly against his. Sandy smiled as she saw the

teenage girl press her pussy tight, writhing against that hard on. Rob,

she saw, thinking Sandy was in the family room, quickly cupped the firm

ass cheeks of the girl and squeezed, making Lori moan softly.

Sandy quickly went back to the family room before he saw her. When Rob

returned, Sandy was on the couch, her skirt up about her waist, her

panties revealed.

"Sandy!" Rob said, shocked. "You can't sit around the house like that!"

"Why can't I?" Sandy replied. "Lori's skirt was up and you didn't seem

to mind."

"Well, I ... uh ... "

"You seemed to like it, Lori's skirt up," Sandy teased. "Darling, I

would say you liked it so much, your cock is hard."

Rob was fearful as he sat down next to his wife. He couldn't look her in

her eyes, and he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands and feet.

He crossed his legs a couple of times and pulled at his chin. Sandy

opened her blouse, letting her tits free.

"Sandy! Damn it!"

"Oh, Rob!" she said. "Stop acting like some stuffy old school teacher!

You're an engineer, supposedly a man of the world! Damn you, Rob, act

like a man!"

"But Joey--"

"Joey is in bed, probably asleep by now," she said, taking his arm and

pulling it over her shoulders, curling his fingers about one tit. When

she decided he would leave his hand there, she placed her hand on his

cock, pressing and squeezing. "And you can't deny Lori made you nice and

hot for a fuck, can you?"

"Sandy, she's a kid!"

"Sure she is, but some kid, huh?" Sandy giggled, getting his cock out of

his pants. "A nice little toy for you to play with, darling."

"Oh, hell!" he snorted, but her tit was firmly squeezed by his hand. She

laughed, low and soft, jacking on his exposed cock.

"Darling," she murmured, resting her head on his shoulders, watching her

fist move up and down his prick, "it's been ages since we fucked

anyplace but in bed. I'd love to be fucked right here ... in the family

room."

He didn't say anything, and Sandy knew he was thinking about Lori. She

turned loose of his cock and, lifting her ass, peeled her tight panties

down and off. She was pleased that he didn't stuff his prick back into

his pants, but sat there with his cock hanging out, throbbing

beautifully, watching her strip her panties away.

Sandy turned on the couch, bringing her skirt up past her waist. She

knelt on her knees with her upper body across the cushions, her naked

ass waggling invitingly.

"Come on, darling," she murmured throatily. "Let's fuck! Come on and

fuck me right there, right now!"

Rob stared at his wife's naked ass waving in the air. He glanced toward

the door, then, without a word, he dropped his pants. He slipped to his

knees behind his wife's ass, and Sandy eagerly reached between her

thighs and grasped his swinging cock, bringing his prick to her hairy

pussy.

"Ooooo, nice!" she whimpered as his long, thick prick slipped into her

cunt. "You're so hard, darling! Oohhh, we're going to have to make Lori

visit more often!" Sandy writhed her ass when Rob began thrusting his

cock back and forth.

He gripped her hips with his strong fingers, and she heard him panting

behind and above her. Sandy shook her ass lewdly as he fucked her,

sighing and mewling as pleasure swelled inside her cunt.

Sandy knew she was gradually getting rid of his inhibitions. She could

not remember when he had been so hard, so hot. She reached between her

thighs and clutched at his swinging balls as he fucked into her pussy,

cooing softly.

"Fuck that pussy, darling!" she urged in a tight, hot voice. "Fuck that

hot cunt, Rob! Ohhhh, your cock is so fucking hard! Ram it to me! Ohhhh,

darling, darling! Fuck me, Rob! I love it, love it! Ahhhh, such a hard,

sweet cock ... up my cunt, fucking me! Fuck me hard and fast, darling!

Fuck that cunt faster ... harder!"

"Uh ... uh!" he grunted, his fingers tight on her hips. "Ohhhh, this is

... is good!"

Elation swelled inside Sandy. Rob seldom spoke when he fucked her. She

twisted her ass wickedly, tugging at his balls. "Yes, yes!" she

whimpered. "It's very good, darling! Stick it to me! Oh, I love your

big, beautiful cock! I love it in my cunt! I love your prick fucking my

pussy! Mmmm, darling! Give it to me! Fuck my hot cunt!"

Rob was banging hard and swift, grunting in his efforts. Sandy jerked

and twisted her ass for him, her pussy gripping his pounding cock,

flexing on his prick in waves of spasms that she had no control over.

Rob, becoming weak as his discharge began to boil inside his balls,

leaned over Sandy. He pressed against her back, scooting his hands

underneath and cupping both her tits, squeezing them almost painfully.

Sandy whimpered with ecstasy and shoved her ass back against him hard.

Her cunt was burning as his prick stabbed deep inside, his balls banging

at her tingling, swollen clit.

"Ohhhh, pour it on, darling!" she urged in a thick voice. "Oooo, fuck

that pussy, Rob! Fuck my cunt! Oh, God, I love it so fucking much! You

go so deep, darling! So fucking deep! More ... more! Oh, give me more of

that hard, beautiful cock!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" she heard him groan against her back. "I'm going to

give it to you, Sandy! I'm going to really give it to you!"

"Are you going to really fuck me, darling? Are you really going to give

it to me?"

"Sandy! Oh, Sandy!" he grunted. "You're squeezing me! Your cunt is

squeezing my cock!"

Sandy's mind reeled. Hearing her husband say that sent her into spasms

of sheer ecstasy.

"Fuck you ... fuck you!" Rob was snorting, seemingly unable to stop now

he had started. "I'll fuck your hot cunt, Sandy! I'm going to fuck your

hot pussy until you're sore! My cock is going to split you from asshole

to belly button! Hot fucking pussy ... tight fucking cunt!"

Sandy squealed as she started coming, her body shaking, not so much from

her orgasm but from what her husband was finally saying. Her stomach

rippled in waves of delight as she came, her cunt flexing powerfully on

his throbbing cock.

"You're making me come, darling!" she yelped loudly. "Ohhhh, you're

making me come ... with your big cock!"

"Oh, yeah!" he grunted. "I'm about to come, myself! I'm about to come in

your hot cunt, Sandy! Ahhh, what a tight, hot, fucking cunt!"

Then his prick lurched deep inside her, and Sandy heard her husband

gurgle as his come juice splashed and splattered against the walls of

her convulsing cunt. She let a long, drawn-out wall of ecstasy bubble

from her mouth, her ass rotating in a frenzy of pleasure. Rob dug his

hands into her tits harshly as he came, making her nipples stand up

tight and hard.

When Rob pulled his cock free of her clutching cunt, Sandy remained on

the cushions of the couch, her ass sticking up and fully exposed,

shivering with a warm, almost liquid, glow. After a moment she turned

over and looked at him.

"Well," she said, "there's been quite a change in you, darling. I think

I like this new Rob Henderson."

He was sitting on his heels, his hands on his thighs, panting hard, his

cock glistening, dangling, his balls between his thighs. He grinned at

her.

"I have a hunch I may like him, too," he said.

Lori failed to visit the next few days, but there was another night game

coming up that evening. Of course, the Henderson family was going.

Nothing could have kept Rob away, and certainly not Sandy. Joey, of

course, took every opportunity he could to see Lori, even from a

distance.

Sandy was amused to see the excitement of Rob and Joey as they drove to

the school. She knew Rob was already seeing Lori in his mind, his hands

once again cupping her round, firm ass cheeks. Even Sandy felt a thrill

at being able to see the beautiful teenager strut and twirl on the

court. She sat close to her husband, her hand resting on his thigh. Joey

sat in the back, chattering away in his excitement.

During the game, all three of them watched Lori constantly. Lori knew

they had their eyes on her, and she did her best, twirling to make her

skirt fly high, flashing her smooth, slender thighs, her ass, cupped in

her tight panties, writhing. She pranced and danced all for the

Henderson family, and they knew it.

During the last half of the game, Lori came up the bleachers and scooted

in beside them, close to Rob. Her desirable young body seemed to vibrate

with her excitement. She pressed her warm thigh against Rob's, placing a

hand on his thigh as she leaned over to talk to Sandy.

"How about a ride after the game?" Lori asked. "My parents can't pick me

up."

Sandy noticed the girl's fingers were very close to Rob's cock, and she

smiled, her eyes flashing wickedly toward Lori. "Of course," she

replied.

They waited in the car after the game for Lori. Sandy sat close to her

husband, leaning against him with her hand resting on his cock. Joey was

in the back seat or else Sandy would have sucked Rob off again with

those crowds milling about. When Lori arrived at the car, she still had

her costume on, looking very pretty. She crawled into the back seat with

Joey, poking him in the ribs playfully.

Just before Lori arrived, Sandy had asked Rob to take her and Joey home,

then to take Lori home. He agreed, quite quickly, Sandy noted. As they

drove, Sandy could hear her son gasp now and then, and she knew Lori was

making her move on Joey.

In the back seat, Lori was teasing Joey. She had placed her hand between

his thighs quickly, almost as soon as the car started moving. She

caressed his cock and balls, kissing warmly at his cheek. Joey, in his

intense desire for Lori, gave her all the assistance she needed. He even

rubbed her creamy thighs, his cock throbbing hard against her palm. He

felt he would come if she kept squeezing his cock and balls, and when he

finally cupped her tightly-clad cunt, he felt like the bravest man in

the world.

After Rob had dropped his wife and son off, he drove Lori home. Lori, of

course, had scrambled into the front seat with Rob. Sandy knew the girl

would make sure Rob understood she was not only available but more than

eager.

She and her son entered the house, and immediately began to grope each

other.

"How long before dad comes back, Mother?" he asked, one hand on her ass,

the other shoved between her thighs. "I've got a real hard on right

now!"

Sandy squeezed her son's cock. "You sure as hell do, baby," she

murmured. "We've got at least an hour, I'm sure. Come on, quick!"

They ran to his room, and once there, clothing was removed swiftly.

Sandy sat on Joey's bed, spreading her knees wide, arching her hairy

cunt upwards, fingering her tits as Joey finished undressing. His cock

stuck out in hardness, his hairless balls swinging.

"Put it in, darling!" Sandy whimpered. "Oh, hurry up and stick that

beautiful cock in my cunt! I'm burning up, Joey! Oh, God ... fuck me!

Fuck the piss out of mother, Joey! Fuck it! Ohhhh, fuck my hot cunt!"

Joey moved between his mother's spreading thighs, and brushed the

smoothly swollen head of his cock up and down the pulsating lips of her

pussy. He was dripping, and he smeared the juice about his mother's

tingling, rigid clit, making her groan with delight.

"Inside!" she squealed, arching her hips up and drawing her son's prick

into her pussy. "Oooooo, yes! That's where I want it, Joey! Right up my

hairy pussy! Now, baby, fuck the piss out of my cunt!"

Joey, gripping his mother's hips, staring down at his cock as his prick

thrust deep into her. Her curly, dark cunt hairs surrounded his cock and

balls when he was fully inside her pussy. He felt his mother's cunt

working on his cock, squeezing his prick.

"Pump your ass, Joey!" she shouted at him. "Pump your fucking ass! Fuck

my cunt ... fuck me, darling!"

"Yes, Mother!" he grunted, stabbing his cock in and out, his fingers

digging into her hips. "I'm gonna fuck your cunt! I'm gonna fuck your

hot, wet, hairy cunt good!"

"That's it, darling! You do that!" Sandy growled, holding her upper body

up by her elbows, trying to see his cock as he fucked her. All she could

see was her thick pussy hairs and the very base of his cock. "Ohhh,

baby, your cock feels so fucking good ... up my cunt! Fuck me, Joey!

Fuck your mother's hot cunt! Fuck it ... fuck it! Ohhh, baby, fuck the

piss out of your mother's hairy, wet, oh-so-hot pussy!"

Joey banged back and forth, watching his cock fuck in and out of his

mother's cunt. The way her pink, slippery pussy lips clung to him, the

way she made her cunt go so tight, thrilled him.

His balls slapped against the cheeks of her uplifted ass, and Sandy

writhed and wiggled them for him. "Do you like it, darling?" she

murmured hotly. "Do you like the way I wiggle my ass?"

"Wiggle it some more, Mother!" he grunted, his eyes huge.

Sandy wiggled her ass from side to side, then made tight, jerking

circles. Joey was so amazed, so pleased, he was standing still, not

thrusting now. He watched his mother as she banged her cunt back and

forth, up and down, then side to side. And, somehow, while she was doing

this, her pussy seemed to squeeze his cock, so hard that he felt as if

the flesh of his prick was being seared by her heat.

"Don't just stand there watching, Joey!" Sandy cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me,

baby! Ohhh, your cock will have my cunt coming very soon! Oh, make me

come, Joey! Make mother's hot cunt come! Ohhh, fuck it, fuck it, fuck

it!"

Joey began to fuck her cunt again, still gripping her thighs. Almost

immediately, Sandy began to come.

"Oooo, yes, yes!" she shouted. "I'm coming, Joey! Feel my cunt coming,

baby! Faster, harder! Fuck my cunt harder, darling! I'm coming! Oh, God,

am I coming!"

Joey felt his mother's pussy flexing tightly on his prick his balls

drawing up. He knew he would be squirting his come juice into her

convulsing pussy any second now. But before he came off, Sandy suddenly

jerked free of his plunging cock.

"Don't, Mother!" he shouted with disappointment. "I was just ready to

come! Let me put my cock back in you, Mother!"

"Get on the bed, Joey," she urged in a still-hot voice. "Get on the bed!

Hurry!"

Gripping his prick tightly in his fist, Joey jumped onto the bed. Sandy

shoved him onto his back and with his prick standing in the air,

throbbing so sweetly, she swiftly leaned over and began to suck on his

prick greedily. Joey grunted loudly as her hot, wet lips engulfed his

cock.

"Suck it, Mother!" he urged, arching his hips up, trying to shove every

inch of his throbbing prick into his mother's devouring mouth. "Suck my

cock! Ooooo, Mother, Mother! I feel like coming now! Suck my cock,

Mother! Ohhh, you'll make me come! I'm about to come, Mother!"

Sandy sucked every inch of his cock into her hot mouth, her nose

pressing against his hairless balls. She was so excited that she threw

one leg over his face, and Joey found himself staring up at his mother's

hairy cunt, a thigh on each side of his face. He grabbed her round,

smooth ass cheeks in his hands, his fingers between her crack, pressing

at the tight pucker of her asshole. Sandy lowered her cunt to her son's

face and whimpered in pleasure as his tongue darted up her cunt. She

writhed her pussy against Joey's mouth as she sucked on his cock, her

own hands filled with the small cheeks of his ass, holding tightly as

her lips sucked up and down his throbbing cock. Joey licked and

tonguefucked his mother's pussy furiously, trying to shove balls and all

into her hungry mouth.

They were so involved in eating each other out that they were totally

unaware that Rob had come home and was now standing in the doorway,

looking at them.

#Mom Gets It On by Kathy Andrews #Chapter 7

[ohtomatotome]

Awakening the Commander

Game - Character: Midnight Cinderella - Albert Burckhardt

Female MC

Genre: Smut. NSFW. Dom/sub kink exploration.

1750 words

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“Are you close?” His question was followed by a thrust of his hips, sweet and slow.

You and your boyfriend Al had slept together five times before. Not once were you able to reach orgasm. 

Tonight seemed doomed to be the sixth time. 

The first time it happened, he was very thoughtful and eager to help you get off afterwards with amazing oral. But every time since, he had worked hard to get you to cum during foreplay so you could at least have one orgasm just in case it didn’t happen during sex. Which it hadn’t. 

He was your first lover. Was this sort of thing normal? You didn’t know. Who could you even ask that sort of question to? The internet was no help. You knew that you could peak when you masturbated alone -- no problem there! It wasn’t his size; he was well-endowed and had tremendous stamina. 

The two of you had tried all sorts of positions. He had your body singing each and every time. But there was a point that the pleasure would plateau and hold steady without going over the tipping point. The small part of you that was a masochist secretly delighted in that exquisite sensation of your own body denying itself release. 

But the greater part of you was frustrated beyond belief. 

And that’s where you were tonight. 

He was nestled above, making love to you, gentle and tender as always.

“No.” You answered quietly, and you found yourself continuing after a short pause. “But … I might get there if you, um, get a little rougher and … and call me a g-good girl…”

No answer. 

In the dim light, you could make out a foreign expression cross his features. You blushed furiously and looked away as his gentle thrusts slowed down. You were sure he would think you’re a freak now. You should have never let your submissive kink show! Did you totally turn him off with that suggestion? You held your breath. 

Feeling him shift his weight, he took your hands from their grasp on his shoulders and started to lower them.

“If I hold you down, would that help, too?” His voice sounded naturally curious, as if testing a theory.

Was he --? Was he going to get into this and do it for real? Your breath caught in your throat. You gave an affirmative “Mm-hm” and a tiny nod, afraid that if you moved anymore than that it might disrupt this dream. 

He pinned your wrists above your head to the mattress. Heat trickled through your veins. You marveled at the rush of euphoria that came from such a simple gesture! 

“I can definitely be rough with you.” He paused and gave you a smile you had never seen on his lips before. “If you say ‘please’.”

“Uh...”

Your mind blanked. He really, actually, truly was going through with this! It was like one of your fantasies!

You gasped audibly as he tightened his grip and gave a single thrust just to remind you he was still rock hard and buried inside you. 

“You can say ‘please’, can’t you?” A teasing tone entered his voice.

Oh! He never teased you! You swallowed thickly, scarcely able to believe this was happening.

“...please. Please be rough with me.” Your voice sounded so small.

He bent down and looked closely at your face. Without his glasses on, he couldn’t see you that clearly. You figured he was trying to get a better read of your expressions. 

“But I don’t think I can call you a good girl…”

You tried not to let your disappointment seep into your voice or show on your face.

“Oh.” 

What should you say to that? You opened your mouth ready to say that it was okay, but then he leaned closer and whispered in your ear. “...Because good girls cum on their master’s cock.”

Your heart stopped. You were SURE it stopped. Oh, nope. Not stopped. It was simply thudding so rapidly that it felt as if it wasn't beating at all. Blood rushing made your ears pound. 

This was it. He was pinning your wrists down, teasing you, and using all the right words and tone. Oh God, this was exactly what you were craving! You knew you should be looking obedient like a demure sub, but you couldn’t help the triumphant glow in your eyes and the exuberant grin splitting your face.

You let out a squeak as he bit your earlobe before pulling away from you. He switched his hold on your wrists with one hand, and used the other to hoist your hips higher. Then the most mind-numbing fucking in your life began. You squealed and moaned over and over. The way he mercilessly slammed into your pussy was blissful. You closed your eyes.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes popped open the instant you heard his command.

“You like getting fucked hard by your master, don’t you?” That deep voice sent jolts of pleasure straight to your loins.

“Yes!” The answer was immediate. You didn’t even think before opening your mouth.

“Yes, what?” He prompted, each word punctuated with a deep thrust.

“Yes, master!” It was practically a scream.

Could this night get any better?!? You were floating on cloud nine, being pounded into rapture. You moaned as you concentrated on the feeling in your core. The snapping of his hips was the perfect rhythm. Wrists fidgeted a teensy weensy bit, just to feel his grip on them to remind you that you were being held down. His grunts turned into low hungry groans as his gaze bore into yours with ferocity.

“You want to be a good girl don’t you? You better cum before I do.” He never talked dirty like this in bed before. Your heart was doing triple flips of joy.

You could feel your center give a little spasm; it filled you with hope. Finally! He must have felt it, too, because he growled through clenched teeth.

“That’s right. I want to feel your pussy squeezing down on me when you orgasm.”

His thrusts started to get erratic. You were so close to ecstasy. That tightening coil in your belly was about to spring undone. Just a little more … just a bit … you just wanted something to push you over...

“Come on. Be a good girl and cum for me. Cum for your master.”

Your brain silently screamed YES SIR. That was it! His encouraging command was EXACTLY what you needed! Your channel clenched down hard on his length, and you let out a guttural shout at the overwhelming release. He fucked you slower through your waves, grunting out the words “Such -- hnnngh -- a good girl … ahhh.” 

His own orgasm followed in a moment. When he was finished, he let go of your wrists and rubbed your arms up and down as he looked down at you with loving eyes. “My good girl.” His deep-voiced praise was the cherry on top of this sexy sundae. A contented sigh left your lips and eyes fluttered closed at the delicious feeling enveloping your chest at those words you longed to hear.

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After cleaning yourselves up in comfortable silence and snuggling together under the sheet, you traced patterns in his chest hair with your fingertips, finding the proper way to start talking about what just happened. You gently cleared your throat. 

He reached out an arm to his bed stand for his glasses, putting them on and looking at you expectantly.

“I was hoping you’d be… um, into... that sort of thing, but you never gave any indication.”

He let out a gentle scoff in reply. “Neither did you. Until tonight.” The inquisitive look he gave you spurred you on to keep talking.

“You’re so commanding with the troops. You always take charge in any situation, and you have this dominating presence everywhere you go. You constantly encourage me to improve my self-discipline…” You paused a moment, grasping for the right words. “So… I thought you’d naturally be like that in bed, too. I was a little, eh... disappointed when every time we had sex it was so …. Nice. And gentle. And sweet.” You gave a short sheepish giggle at how shameful and silly that sounded out loud.

A thoughtful pause followed. “Hm. Disappointment? Is that what was keeping you from reaching orgasm, then?”

You had never made that connection, but it seemed plausible. “Maybe it was, I guess? Subconsciously anyway.” 

You wanted to explore a different vein of this topic, though. Your cheeks turned a little pink as you stammered. “Um … so that stuff you said and did -- it... it was all really really great. Um, exactly the sort of things I was hoping for. Did you … er, were you hiding that all this time?”

Thankfully, he didn’t laugh at your flustered state and took your question seriously. “You mean, was I holding back by being gentle? Doubtful. I genuinely wanted to treat you lovingly as the woman I treasure. I tried to show that in my love-making.” 

His honest response simultaneously gave you warm fuzzies and made you cringe abashedly at your own selfishness.

He pushed up his glasses and continued “I surmise I was channeling the material I had seen in porn. But now that you mention it, most of what I watch tends to have that domination theme to it. When you asked me to call you a good girl, something switched on inside me, like an electrical circuit was suddenly activated. As if I was hardwired for it, but never had a chance to put it to use before. Perhaps I’m more into being a Dom that than I thought?”

Your brain buzzed at this surprising disclosure. An exciting idea popped into your head. You gave him a coy look. “Maybe we could watch that porn together, and try out some of the things in it…?”

A reddish hue began to creep over his cheeks. He coughed dryly into his fist. “Ahem. You, ah, wanting to watch porn with me is an arousing thought all by itself, but using it as a tutorial? That is second-level hot.”

You discovered his firmness brush against your thigh as you cuddled closer. Your hand traveled down his chest until it wrapped around his dick. He bit his lip as you stroked him a couple times. A devilish grin wreathed your face as you brought your lips close to his ear to whisper in a sensual tone.

“Mm, seems like this particular conversation has got you ready to go again, Commander… And this time we can take it sweet and slow the way you like it.”

#midnight cinderella #midcin #midcin albert #midnight cinderella albert #albert burckhardt #midcin fanfic #my fanfic #ohtomatotome #midnight cinderella fanfic #d/s

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Captains Quarters (JulianxReader)

This was a gift for a friend who gave me permission to share it with you all! 

Summary: After Julian’s upright ending, Julian and MC enjoy a fun night in the captains quarters. 

Content warnings:  Light feedism, oral, light D/S dynamics, no gendered terms are used to refer to the reader but afab genitalia is mentioned. 

Word count: 1976 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Portia and Mazelinka had long since gone to their quarters for the night, leaving you and Julian alone on the deck of the ship. He leaned on the rail, gazing out over the pitch black water with a smile on his face. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, pressing a gentle warm kiss to the back of his shoulder. He spun around, facing you and planting a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Ahhh, what a lovely evening. Do you smell that salty air?” He took a deep breath in through his nose, sighing as he exhaled. “Do you see the way the light of the moon dances on the waves?” Julian was smiling as he looked down at you. 

“I do, in fact.” You pulled him closer to you, until there is barely an inch of space between you. “Although,” You lowered your voice to a whisper, “I can think of a sight even more beautiful than the sea right now.” 

“Ohohoho and what might that be?” Julian arched his eyebrows and looked into your eyes expectantly. 

“You, in bed, getting a good night’s sleep.” You whispered the words seductively into his ear, trying your best to keep your composure. 

“Pfwaha haha haha!” Julian threw his head back, laughing so loudly it echoed in the air. Leaning down, he kissed you deeply. 

“You always have had a sense of humor that keeps me on my toes.” He intertwined his fingers with yours and leaned back against the rail.  “Mazelinka said she left us some food in the captain’s quarters. What do you say the two of us eat and then you can see me, ah, tangled up in the sheets like you so dearly desire.” He finished his suggestion with a dramatic wink and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Well we wouldn’t want to see you waste away…” Your voice trailed off as you freed one hand and ran it down his exposed chest to his waist. He was so strong and lithe but under your fingers you could feel the slight softness gathering on his body. 

“Nor you, my darling.” Julian winked and bowed dramatically, gesturing to the ladder that led down below deck. 

You led him down below decks and into the spacious captain’s quarters of the ship. On the desk there was a tray of food from Mazelinka. A few feet away was the bed that you and Julian shared, full of wrinkled blankets and well worn pillows. Unbuttoning your shirt, you plopped down on the bed as Julian picked up the tray and placed it next to you. 

“Is this alright?” Julian asked as he sat down between your legs, resting his head against your knee. You nodded and ran your hand through his soft auburn hair gently. 

Between your magic and Mazelinka’s, you were able to store food much longer than most ships. Mazelinka’s tray was piled with pieces of cured meat, cheese, crackers, and a small jar of honey. You picked up a piece of cheese and pressed it against his lips, winking. You savored the warm feeling of his lips against your hand for a moment as he took it into his mouth, but after a second he was returning the gesture with enthusiasm. You alternated like that, feeding each other bites of food until he was satisfied and you were well past satisfied. Divesting himself of his gloves, he gently rubbed the side of your stomach. 

“Just a few more bites, for me, darling, won’t you?” His arched eyebrows and sultry smile were too hard for you to resist. You obliged him and took another bite for him, then another, and another. Before long your breathing turned to nearly panting from how heavy and full you felt. Julian looked so pleased with himself, seeing your belly so tight and stuffed and the look of pleasure on your face that he knew was his doing. 

Julian brought a piece of bread drizzled with honey up to your mouth, letting you take a bite. He noticed a small drip of honey left on your lip. 

“Oh, dear, you have-” he cut himself off, “-I can take care of that for you.” He sat up on his knees and put his hand on your back, pulling you closer. Julian’s warm tongue ran over your lips as he kissed you deeply. When he finally pulled away, he was smiling up at you. With a wink, he made a dramatic showing of drizzling honey on another piece of bread, missing the bread spectacularly, and dripping it onto your already exposed chest. Smiling, you exhaled sharply in amusement. Julian sat back on his feet and dramatically threw his arms out. 

“Oh no! Clumsy me! Look at what I have done to you! The light of my life! The moon to my stars! Dripped upon by my blundering fingers!” The mischievous twinkle in his eye betrayed his spectacular act. 

“What ever shall I do about this predicament I have found myself in?” You brought the back of your hand theatrically up to your forehead. ‘If only a handsome rogue pirate were here; I believe all my problems would be solved.” 

“Ohohoho, no need to ask me twice” Julian stood up, swept your legs onto the bed, and straddled you in one surprisingly fluid motion. He unbuttoned the rest of your shirt and ran his hand over your almost painfully stuffed belly. Leaning over, he swept his warm tongue over your chest, cleaning up any traces of his intentional mishap, but also lingering over your nipples, causing you to exhale sharply each time. 

“What a good boy.” You cupped his cheek in your hand and gently stroked him with your thumb. At your words, Julian sat up and bit his lip, trembling slightly as he put his hand over yours and leaned in to your touch. 

“What else can I do for you? Please...anything.” His voice had dropped to a whisper as he chewed on his bottom lip, looking at you with desperate eyes. When you saw him now, those eyes, they were no longer desperate for attention or desperate for any semblance of love, but desperate to please-desperate to let you know how much he desired you and your pleasure.

You ran your free hand down your body, over your chest and your tight stomach and down between your legs. “I can think of somewhere else your tongue might be of service.” Your voice was breathy and low, barely audible above the creaks of the ship around you. You gently ran your thumb along his lip before slipping two fingers in his mouth. Julian took your hand in both of his, sucking gently. You could feel his tongue pressing on them as he moved it up and down. 

“Those are exactly the skills I had in mind, my love.” You slipped your fingers out of his mouth; he stretched his neck forward, following them hungrily. He bit his lip again, a blush spreading over his cheeks as you made quick work of ridding yourself of your remaining clothes. Julian quickly threw his shirt off to the side before bending down to kiss you. 

His kisses started out warm and soft against your lips, but got firmer and more passionate as each new one started. Soon you were biting his lip as he tried to draw away from your mouth, making him gasp as he came back down for another. You dug your nails into his back as his tongue slid over your lips; he moaned in the sharp pleasure of the pain. 

You put your hand in his hair and gripped tightly, eliciting a loud moan from the back of his throat. “Be good for me now, won’t you?” Your voice was soft and breathy but demanding. Julian nodded, flushing red, before letting you guide his head down just past your chest. Still painfully full, you moaned slightly as he pressed his hand into your stomach and trailed kisses down from your chest. 

With a sudden motion, he scooped both of your legs up and placed them on his shoulders. You gasped slightly in surprise, and then again in pleasure as he started to run his hand between your legs. He bent down and, with a small smirk, started to move his tongue between your lips. One hand parted your short curly hair, his other was running his nimble fingers along where his tongue had just been. The contrast of his warm tongue and his cool smooth fingers made you moan in delight. 

“Such a good boy, Julian.” At your words you heard Julian whimper lightly before returning to his efforts between your legs. You gasped at each intentional movement of his tongue before arching your hips into his mouth. His breaths were heavy and ragged as his mouth moved faster and harder. Your hips were grinding into his mouth, muffling his gasps and grunts. “Make me cum.” Your voice was a sharp command. Julian whimpered again and pulled your hips close again, tracing his tongue in firm circles against you. The artful flicks of his tongue were nearly too much for you to handle, but when you heard his guttural moan of pleasure when he pressed himself into you hard, it sent you over the edge. 

You arched your back and moaned his name loud enough that it echoed in the room. Panting and pleased, Julian slowly lowered your legs, climbing up to lay next to you in bed. 

“Don’t you want me to return the favor babe?” You asked. Julian was still breathless and smiling when he turned to look at you. 

“And I thought all this time you wanted me to go to sleep.” He laughed gently before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Believe it or not, I think it might be time.”  You wrapped your arms around him, still breathing slightly hard. 

“Alright then.” You kissed the top of his head gently. “You did so good Julian, so good.” You heard a low purr of contentment from him as he snuggled close to your side. “I'm so lucky to have you, you know. You’re so good to me.” Julian sighed and wrapped his arms around you too, gently tracing small circles on your chest. 

“Ah, darling, but I must let you know that it is, in fact, me who is the lucky one here.” Your gentle laughing shook his head, making his auburn locks fall into his eyes. Gently, you tucked them back behind his ear. 

“Let me get everything cleaned up, you stay here and get comfy.” Kissing the top of his head, you disentangled yourself from his limbs and got off the bed. You carefully replaced the tray back onto the table, and got a cloth and washbucket to take care of yourself. 

“In all my time I never thought that I would have a future like this, with someone like you.” Julian was laying on his back, playing with the edges of the blanket. “I, erm, never thought I would have a future to begin with. But, uh, even when I did, when I thought I would get to have a future with you, I never dared to dream it would be this, ahh, magnificent.” He smiled sleepily at you, as you climbed back into the bed with him. 

Settling down into your arms, he sighed happily, tucking his head under your chin. “You deserve this, you know. Happiness.” You brushed his cheek with your thumb gently. “The ability to talk at length about anything that crosses your mind and someone here to listen.” You both chuckle gently as you pull the blanket up over both of you. “And love. I love you.” Julian’s voice answers you, barely above a whisper as he falls asleep. 

“I love you too.”

#fair warning this is fairly fluffy #julian #julian devorak #julian the arcana #the arcana julian #mine #the arcana #thearcana #the arcana game #thearcanagame #julian thearcana #ilya devorak #lemon