Professional Robot Fucker

🔞 (I'm 21) -♡- Mettafucker has a nice ring to it ;3;

[g1zm0s1s]

Intro Post:

Last updated: 8/2/26 (...)

This blog is not for minors, but you'll most likely already be blocked before you read this. I like to draw and write mostly, and I do mostly fan content.

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[g1zm0s1s]

Some of y'all have really parasocial relationships with fictional characters...

I've noticed this a lot with Jax from TADC and Jack from SWWSDJ. To not piss off a big portion of my audience, I'm gonna go in order.

Yes, Jax is a problematic character, and that's how she was designed. A good amount of you are treating her like a real person that needs to be cancelled for DOING ACTIONS THE ANIMATORS, WRITERS, AND EVERY TEAM working on TADC made her do. She's not real, you don't need to "protect her" from transphobes (by the way, Gooseworkx said she goes by he/she and wasn't out inside the circus so...), you don't have to claim her as a trans woman, she doesn't need to be cancelled because SHES. NOT. REAL.

And y'all SDJ fans, talking about wanting to rescue him from Snaccpop... He's also not real. Jack is not real, and it's so ass backwards that you will harass/bully the real people working on the project and wonder why it's not coming out. Make your fan content and move on. You can't "steal Jack" from them, y'all can't keep complaining about EVERY decision because it's not what you would've wanted, just... The staff are real and human and y'all have made their lives a living hell sometimes.

Just remember, the people working on your things are HUMAN. The celebrities you look up to are HUMANS, like you. The characters of your favorite series, movies, show, game... Are NOT human. Even when you treat a comfort character like a person, don't let it get to the point that other people are affected by it.

...

Yes, TMon is my favorite character, I draw him a lot, I've made a cosplay and two dolls of him, one life sized... I make things for that doll and talk to it, cuddle it, play dress up with it, but it's not a human. It is not a person.

Not getting too personal, I've never been able to trust and rely on other people, so fictional characters have been my source of comfort when everyone around me had no interest in my well-being. I was abused most of my childhood and that damage will take forever to be undone. When I was younger, I was (presumably) falsely diagnosed by psychiatrists because I pretended they were real so hard, they thought I was genuinely psychotic.

I have a partner, I love my partner so much, but we couldn't be further apart distance wise. I don't plan on getting rid of TMon for a long while, even if we meet and live together. TMon does not affect how I feel about them because they're prioritized over the fictional character.

I love and adore TMon, but it's still important for me to connect and interact with other people for emotional needs as well, even if it's scary and overwhelming. Sure, I don't ask other people often, but I do. So please, find somebody to connect with, find someone who loves you and makes you feel safe. There is someone out there for you.

[g1zm0s1s]

This is the worst fucking day of my life. No funny spin, no punchline, I'm not joking. I don't even know if I'll elaborate later, I can't think...

[disneynugget]

Hi hi! I just wanted to raise awareness, if you haven't already, of two people (who are minors) being in adult spaces. @/coeurdouxfox and @/unclevi

Please block them as soon as you can! Thank you!

Thank you for letting me know, I’ll make sure this is spread around! 💛

[g1zm0s1s]

Do y'all wanna see my goofy, hand-written Mettaton self insert smut story?

it's kinda funny-

yes

no

Voting ended onAug 2

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Y E S OMG

This makes me really happy for some reason, I'm towards the end with 21 pages. I'll happily post when it's done :D

Also I was making Mettaton reference sheets (regular, ex, and neo) idk if I'll share them yet but thanks for encouraging meeee~

[g1zm0s1s]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONLY 10 IMAGES ALLOWED FROM THE APP????

It's 25 pages man 😭😭

[g1zm0s1s]

Do y'all wanna see my goofy, hand-written Mettaton self insert smut story?

it's kinda funny-

yes

no

Voting ended onAug 2

[g1zm0s1s]

Y E S OMG

This makes me really happy for some reason, I'm towards the end with 21 pages. I'll happily post when it's done :D

Also I was making Mettaton reference sheets (regular, ex, and neo) idk if I'll share them yet but thanks for encouraging meeee~

[g1zm0s1s]

Jambee's New Pet (Jambee x Gizmo smut)

Nothing special, really... But spicy~

"Ugh, do I really have to wear this thing?" I looked at the skimpy lingerie before me. I was used to being eye candy, but holy fuck. "Just put on the outfit, Gizmo," I can almost hear TMon shaking his head out there, "or you're free to quit." "No no, absolutely not." I give the thing a once over again, black, meshy, panties with leggings, that's it. Not to mention the stupid little heart collar with the 'JB' on it. Just icing on this stupid cake. Why am I doing this anyway? Shouldn't he be focused on work? Why does he even need a pet? I decide to bite the bullet and wear the damn thing, feeling awkward with my dick hanging out. Clearly he thinks I'm more feminine than I am, it's not even a thong that'd accomdate my parts. "You sure there's absolutely nothing else?" I call out, trying to keep my dick in my panties. "That's all, now hurry up in there, we're gonna run behind schedule!" Pushy TMon… Someone ought to get the man to relax.

I come out hesitantly, not exactly wanting TMon of all people to see me like this. He gives a quick glance down to my cock, having no reaction. "Guess you don't need these, then." He rips the panties off me, leaving me flustered and completely vulnerable. "H-hey!!" He starts shoving me to his office, just wanting to keep on schedule, it looks like… As soon as I'm shoved in this horn dog's office, I get nervous. "Don't leave me, T!" He doesn't even seem to hear me as he shuts the door, Jambee speaking up from his desk, "That's quite bold, ain't it, sweetheart?" I turn around cautiously, feeling out of place with my dick flopping everywhere. His eyes widen as he looks at me, then he relaxes again. "You wanna come sit on my lap while I do paperwork?" He scoots his chair out and pats his lap, not bothered at all by my parts. I walk over, sitting down gently. This was new for me. He did actually focus on paperwork while I sat there, at least for a good minute, where his free hand wandered to my leg, "You're really cute, you know?" I still wasn't sure what to expect from this job, but I'm guessing a ton of groping. "Th-thanks."

He starts rubbing up and down on my thigh, starting to breathe irregularly, "You're just a doll, really. You're all pink and cute." I giggled at this, wondering what he's pulling here. "What's wrong with pink?" "Nothing, sweetheart. You're just extra cuddle sized. It's perfect." His hand feels up on my chest now, breathing deeply. "You're irresistible." His other hand goes back to my thigh, and he sure was pulling all the right strings. It was clear he was unable to focus on paperwork now, feeling up my body. "S-sir-" "I hope TMon doesn't need this paperwork soon." His voice laced with lust, being gentle with his caresses. I was honestly flabbergasted. I didn't think a man like this would be so gentle… "I just wanna touch you everywhere~." His hands travel more, rubbing my hips and pelvis. I didn't even know what to think, I just felt myself not wanting him to stop… Not like he doesn't reek of aphrodisiacs, but that couldn't possibly rub off on me.

"Sir, you're driving me to want to behave unprofessionally…" My face is flustered, looking up at him with a sense of naughty desire. "No problem, that's the kind of thing that happens in the pleasure palace. Why can't we have a little fun ourselves?" He switches the position so I'm facing him, trailing down my chest again. I found it hard to respond to him in any way, just my embarrassing drive for sex poking through. There was a little couch nestled in the corner of the room, to which he picked me up and put me on it, unbuttoning his shirt and showing off his physique. Oh gods, this man is built like a tank. He climbs on top of me and caresses my face. "It's gonna be an absolute pleasure working with you." His finger trails up the back of my leg, gently holding them in place. "Tell me how much you want this…" He tugs at his belt and bites his lips, clearly awaiting my words. I gotta try and say something sexy… "It's not quite what I normally do, but damn if I don't wanna see a man hard at work to please me~."

He moaned slightly at my response, showing me just how much he liked that. His size definitely translated to his cock. "Of course. Any good man would work hard to please you~." He whispered tenderly to me, causing me to go back to a flustered mess. "Do you want it?" He strokes himself gently, looking at me with deep bedroom eyes. It almost made me think we were in a bedroom. It's becoming harder to hide my desires as I lick my lips at him, "Of course, boss~." He purrs and growls as he gets closer, his hand wandering down to me, playing with my hardened dick. This causes me to moan out, watching him play with me. His hands caress me softly, teasing my member. "Say you love me." My face flushes again, as I didn't expect him to want anything even remotely romantic. "I-I love you…" I mumble, looking away. He leans close and smirks again, "You don't have to mean that, but it really gets me going~." Ah, I see how it is… "You mean the world to me, boss. I'd do anything to please you." I bite my lips, grinning deviously. "Sweetheart~…" His voice dampered with lust, "You're really getting me going now."

Suddenly, he leans over to a bottle of liquid, looking back at me. "Are you ready for this~?" "I bet you I can handle that." My eyes wander down to him, my desire growing. My hole is slathered with lube, I shudder at its coldness, my face heating up as I look at him. "J-Jambee sir…" His fingers probe around my anus, making sure to look at me every now and then. "That feels so good~…" I melt into his touch, now sticking his fingers inside. "Just sit back while I take care of you, sweetheart." "Your touch is like magic… I want more of you." He grows more excited, his fingers displaying such, sliding deeper inside. His eyes switch back to my hole and my face, observing which parts make me more flustered. Every part of my asshole has been teased within fingers reach, now fully ready to take him. His imposing figure hovers above me, clearly wanting to go the full way. "You couldn't even keep those panties I bought for you on~…"

Lube slathered on his rock hard cock, my legs are pinned up by his arms, his head teasing my entrance. Slight whimpers escape me, surprised at just how much I'm begging now. "You're so beautiful." He slips in as I gasp from the size. Holy shit! My back arches as my head presses into the couch. I feel him fill my hole, his grin and shudder making this even more enjoyable. "God, I love a man that makes noise~." He leans closer, with a teasing smirk, "I make a lot of noise, sweetheart." Testing the waters, he adjusts himself, seeing how I'll react, which was quite well. He starts quite calmly, going low and slow, little breaths escaping him. I just can't help but watch this giant man treat me so gently… Obviously, he notices how much this turns me on. My eyes on him, I watch his motions, groans slipping my lips. I want more, I'm demanding more… As if reading my mind, he speeds up just enough. It was the perfect pace, slow enough to tease yet fast enough to pleasure. He starts to moan, staring in my eyes, "You're so pretty~… Such a good little sweetheart~…"

I was starting to lose myself now, moaning and whining like the little whore I am. "S-sir, your dick feels so good~." You know, maybe hanging out with this chronically horny bastard might be fun~. The slamming of his cock inside me was now audible, not being able to restrain his primal urges. "Just as sweet on the inside~… Mmph~!" He bites his lip, choking back a twinge of pleasure, "You're just a doll, aren't you~?" His hand slides up and caresses my face, now knowing I was nearing the edge, so soon too. How disappointing. Thumb stroking my cheek, another hand wanders down to my cock, stroking it gently. If I wasn't loud before, I'm loud now. "I gotta see you in a wedding dress now with some pretty white lingerie under~." Even if it's pretend, blood rushes to my face, with every thrust closer to cumming all over his hand.

"Jambee, I need tha--" TMon barges in, clearly at the wrong time. I hate to say it, but seeing the bastard made me bust, nor did Jambee stop thrusting in me. "JAMBEE!! That paperwork is TIME SENSITIVE! It needs to get done before the end of TODAY!" He still hasn't stopped. "Yeah yeah, I'll be right there…!" His breath hitches as he cums in me, leaning over me. "Sure. Just stop fucking your little pet and do your job. I'm coming back in 3 hours." Despite his flushed face, he doesn't even seem to acknowledge the situation. His eyes shift back between us, "Use your eyes and not your hands for once." With a disapproving nod, he leaves. "Fucking tightwad." Jambee chuckles, wiping me down with a rag. "Hate to say, him catching us did make me cum." "Yeah, me too." My shoulders shrug automatically, a smirk cracking on my face. "Why don't you give me a little show~?" He pulls a vibrating toy out of a drawer, handing it to me with a wink. Oh, this is gonna be a long shift…

[g1zm0s1s]

Do y'all wanna see my goofy, hand-written Mettaton self insert smut story?

it's kinda funny-

yes

no

Voting ended onAug 2

[g1zm0s1s]

Paws :3

[g1zm0s1s]

Hand-written smut problems...

I FORGOT HOW TO SPELL CLITORIS AND REMEMBERED LIKE 4 PAGES PAST THAT AND NOW I HAVE TO FIX IT AFTER SCROLLING THROUGH MY OWN WORDS! Also I know I'm spelling embarrassed wrong, but I don't care about that-

[rowlfthedog]

[g1zm0s1s]

Ah hell nah, we got hand-written Mettaton self ship smut before GTA6 😭

[g1zm0s1s]

**coughs loudly**

**coughs and wheezes**

[g1zm0s1s]

Ah hell nah, we got hand-written Mettaton self ship smut before GTA6 😭

[g1zm0s1s]

A Date with Trouble (Jambee x Gizmo)

No smut this time, also does this count as lore between Jambee and Gizmo? It is old and likely outdated.

It was a long day at work, trying to extract information from assholes stealing our product with my supervisor, TMon. It was enough trying to get scumbags to talk by chopping off fingers, and usually it was fun, but today just wasn't it. There was this one guy, all flirty with me in a very provocative manner, it took everything in me to not outright murder the fuckhead. The last thing I needed was another flirty bast-- "Hey Gizmo, sweetheart, can I speak with you?" I take a deep breath and turn around to the big, burly man. "Come to my office." Reluctantly, I follow, surprised he wasn't as flirty as usual. Before I know it, I'm up in his office, staring down at his stupid little nametag, 'Mr. Valentine.' "Yes, sir?" My voice was slightly annoyed, but overall masked pretty well. "Listen, I was thinking… You've been real hard at work and it don't seem anyone else has given you a break…" Giving me this dumb sympathetic look, "Why don't I take you out on a date?"

"A date??" I slip, just appalled by the words. "Really? You think just because no one's been interested in me that you can take me on a pity date?!" I struggle to regulate my volume, scowling. What a kind thing to do, a pity date. "A pity date? No, no. I would never. You're just a real pretty, underappreciated employee. Let me treat you, sweetheart." Desperately, I wanted to believe I was immune to his words, but I am not. A small blush creeps on my face, "Just let me pay, at least." "Absolutely not, sweetheart. A gentleman would never let their date pay." "Can we at least go somewhere cheap? I don't wanna have to owe you a BJ or nothing." "Gizmo." His hands land on my shoulders, jolting me from the sudden, heavy touch. He never calls me by my name. "You're not gonna owe me nothing. I promise." Out of everything, that's the thing that gave me goosebumps… Just being treated… for no reason? At this point, I wasn't shameful to accept a date from him and it was a nice gesture. "Sure… I'll go. But like I said, please don't take me somewhere expensive." He grins at this, "I won't." With that, he puts on his coat and takes my hand, whisking me away to a night of wonder…

"…Okay, this isn't expensive to you? The starting prices for a meal is $25 dollars. The STARTING PRICE." "Trust me sweetheart, I know much more expensive places. This is the middle tier." I scan over the steakhouse menu, full of beautiful, top grade steaks and some seafood platters, all looking like the tastiest things on the planet. Instantly, I start scanning for the cheapest thing on the menu, which was a soup, or a dip. "…What about the clam chowder?" His eyes narrow at me, taking the menu out of my hands. "These are the appetizers." He flips it over and shows me the entrees, frowning as I see the more expensive food. Flustered at my options, I pick what would be my favorite. "Bacon wrapped filet mignon… That sounds good." "Classic." He chuckles, "I'm gonna get the steak and scallops." We submit our orders as he gazes at me across the table. It was such a soft gaze, it felt like pink cotton candy and rose petals, I couldn't help but look back, the heat rushing to my face. His hand pulls mine from across the table, "Gizmo, sweetheart.." holding it delicately, "You're just the prettiest face I've seen. You look amazing, even on your bad days." As if I couldn't get any redder, he proves me wrong. "Y-you… You're so sweet." My eyes dart away from embarrassment, it was all too overwhelming for me. "Please look at me."

It makes me weak in my knees to hear that kind of thing, as my eyes meet his again. "You're worth it, okay? Don't feel like you aren't for a second." It caused an even bigger smile to pop up on my face, this really was such a touching moment, even if I knew the truth behind it. He would never be able to commit to me, or anyone for that matter, and I bet he's used that line on everyone. Yet… it felt so personal. "I bet you say that to everyone." "No, sweetheart, if I said that to everyone, it wouldn't mean anything, but I know it's what you needed to hear. You don't have to believe me, but I don't say things I don't mean." Well, this interaction has gone quite far from what I believed was going to happen. I thought this was gonna be some shitty, generic small talk while I barely inch a word in and I was gonna have to owe something. But he's kind, gentle and passionate… This is like nothing I've ever experienced before, it was the connection I've been looking for since forever. "I understand you. I'm here for you."

"Oh stop." I laughed, becoming overwhelmed by the affection. "I can't," His hands pull mine back, kissing each one "You need to hear this. I'm grateful for you. TMon has been so alone in his work and you've helped loosen him up a bit." "I've always been worried for him and now we have you. You two can do your… demented, sadistic things together. Not to mention being a little ball of joy, all around." "I love hearing about your little animals you save and I appreciate you doing the dirty work." His thumb brushes over my fingers affectionately, all his words sounding so true. "Wow… I didn't know that you actually enjoyed me talking about my animal friends…" "Of course, sweetheart, I especially love hearing about Snowball. The little albino kitten you saved in infancy, so touching." He remembered… and I didn't even have to quiz him. "You're… very thoughtful, Jambee."

Just then, the food was placed in front of us, only temporarily breaking us apart. "I love you." Those words weren't true, but I didn't mind. "I love you, too." And with that, we dug into our food, a moment of silence between us, still full of loving glances and small flirts. It was unexpected, for sure, for him to be anything but a horn dog, but damn if it wasn't refreshing. Not to mention this is one of the best filets I've had, not like I've had many, but still. This was all I could've wished for in my unsuccessful love life. It was almost enough to get me attached… but of course he had to remind me he can't change, whipping out a candy cigarette from his pack, smoking it right in front of me. Even the fumes from that thing can make someone else in the mood. I turned my head away and stopped my giddy smiling. "You ready to bounce? I'll take you back to your house." I could hardly focus with that thing hanging out of his mouth. For someone who denounces addicts, he sure smokes a lot of those aphrodisiacs. "Sure." He paid, leaving a hefty tip for our server and linked arms with me, walking me back.

The walk was quiet, despite the occasional puff of smoke. Sweet like cotton candy, but did anything but turn me on. As we step on my porch, he holds my waist and looks into my eyes. "That was wonderful." That charming smile on his face, he leaned in to kiss me, and despite my mindset, I let him. It was a tender kiss, only slightly dampened by his current arousal. "L-listen.." pushing him away just enough, "I think you should get going. Text me when you get home." "Of course sweetheart~." He gives me another kiss on the cheek and begins to walk away. What a relief, he really didn't want anything from me. With a rocky middle, I take a deep breath and go inside. What a nice night.

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i really thought the point of "being lgbt+ doesn't absolve you of racism as a white person" was that white people arent absolved of racism by being marginalized but it really seems like people think other marginalizations make it okay. no being disabled doesn't do it. no being poor doesnt do it. we need to fight against racism actively no matter what.

[creamy-spinach]

Reminder that being part of a minority group does not exclude you from being discriminatory towards other minorities

[depsidase]

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Jambee's Little Helper (Jambee x Gizmo smut)

There is another fanfiction of a similar title, so keep that in mind. Anyways, obviously NSFW.

My oh my, more paperwork to fill out, thanks TMon. Totally not a waste of my skills. Aren't I just the special-est? I get hired to help this asshole and he doesn't even utilize me properly! I can do anything he can and I'm treated like a fucking secretary. You know what? I'm gonna tell Jambee about this. I shoot up from my desk, aiming to find Jambee. The closer I got, the softest little noises became audible, piquing my curiosity. Inching closer and closer still, the noises grew to recognizable grunts. God damn it, does everyone here either fap or bitch all day?! In my annoyance, I swing open the door, indeed catching Jambee beating his meat under the desk. "Shit!" He mumbles, fumbling with his pants as he tries to cover up. "Sweetheart, a knock is always appreciated."

As soon as that shit eating grin graced his face, I cross my arms, my eyes piercing his, "That's not quite professional, is it? I mean, at least do it during your break." Jambee chuckles, waving off my concern, "Gizmo, sweetie, this is the pleasure palace, who says the employees can't have any fun? But if you insist…" He grins, leaning closer as he takes a long puff from his candy cigarette, "Meet me back here in 10. I could use a little help." He chuckles, that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew better, I knew better and I shouldn't have been turned on by that. Biting my lip and clenching my fists, I couldn't deny the fact that I'd rather have sex with Jambee than fill out TMon's mind numbing paperwork. "Y-you shut your… Don't… You can't-" "Oh, have I flustered you, little one? Maybe you should punish me for breaking the 'rules', I bet you'd fit perfectly under my desk. No one would see you, either." Again, I couldn't deny the heat pooling down there… But it's just the secondhand aphrodisiac smoke! Nothing more.

I slap my hand down on his desk, letting out a loud sigh as I glare at him, "Well come on. Let me under." He seems a bit surprised, but scoots out, "Be my guest." It looks like he was right, I do fit perfectly under here. Not only that, but I get a perfect view of his hips and legs. I admired his musculature, yet feminine features, pecs so big they look like honking tits. "Well? I only got 10 minutes, and I don't cum fast, sweetheart." A bit embarrassed, I reach for his crotch, doing my best not to waste time as I unsheathe his long member, a nice cherry red, dripping with a bit of pre cum. He must've been farther in than I initially thought when I walked in. The sounds of pen on paper came to an abrupt halt when I take his tip in my mouth, wiping the pre cum off with my tongue, getting aquatinted with his taste, his musk, his presence… My tongue explored the curves, dips, and wrinkles, listening for his reactions, which were fairly quiet. A hand slides down his shaft, feeling on the base, working my way up, fondling him gently.

"Sw-sweetheart… You're teasing me." A hand slips under the desk, guiding me farther on his cock as I gag a bit, my free hand gripping his thigh. Adjusting my hand position as well as bobbing my head on him, I found how far I could take him without losing too much control. "If you do a good job… I'll have to reward you." His hand moves up to pat my head, gently rubbing, encouraging me. Despite my initial humiliation, I feel fully devoted to helping him now, my own arousal unbearable as the outline of my cock becomes visible through my tight pants. With the occasional gag, I feel him get closer as his legs shake slightly, a whimper escaping him. The sound was so gratifying, I felt myself grow even more hungry for his cock, taking him deeper into my mouth, feeling like I could explode from that alone.

"Yes, just like that~. Ah~, sweetheart… Gizmo… Oh, oh I'm cumming~!" He does a couple shallow thrusts into my mouth, his sweet ropes of seed trickling down my throat. When he's done, I pull off of him, just a couple drops of cum escaping my lips as I look up at him, feeling proud of myself. He pushes his chair back, wiping some sweat off his brow as he looks at me, clearly spent enough, but not all the way. "Gods, dollface, you've got a wonderful mouth. It does more than sass me too." I crawl out with a renewed sense of pride, feeling a surge of confidence strike me as I pull of my pants, revealing my pink cock, raring to go. I put my foot up on his arm rest, grinning as I eye him, "The rest of me does so much more." He drinks on the sight of my nude body, feeling excited as he leans back and opens a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube, "Maybe I'll take my 30 instead." He pulls me close to him, straddling him on the chair, my face planted in his chest.

Lubing up his fingers he slides them around my tight pucker, my arms holding him tight. "Boss… This is so naughty." He chuckles, planting a kiss on my cheek, "I'm not so nice myself~." With that, his fingers probe my ring, eliciting a couple moans and some soft pants. He's more than thorough with stretching me out, feeling inside my walls, teasing my hole. When he's satisfied, he lubes himself up and repositions my hips above his member, making me take him, going slow yet assertive. "That's right, take me deep inside you, cream cake. You're doing so good." His length was impressive, but even more impressive back there, a small moan escaping my lips. "Jambee…" I take most of his member, just a couple inches too big for me. His hands stay firm on my hips, making sure I don't go too far, "That's a good boy… Sitting pretty on your boss's cock~." Clinging to him, I let out a small sigh, his words penetrating my ears and fucking my brain.

Slowly, he starts to pick up my hips, beconing me to ride him as I comply, feeling just how stretched my hole was. "Good boy… Oh, you're so warm~." I move with the rhythm of his thrusts, his head hitting all my sweet spots as I lose more and more control of myself. This time he's more vocal, moaning and sighing out as I feel his chest heave, "Oh gods, Gizmo. Your ass is heavenly~. I don't think I'll be able to last as long as I bragged." The slapping of skin is heard as we continue to fuck, my legs starting to tremble as I become unable to keep up. Like the angel he is, he pulls me off of him, and like the devil he is, he pushes me in the desk and continues to plow me, now at his own speed. "Fuck… I'm gonna breed that fucking boy pussy of yours real nicely…" He grunts, sweating as his cock twitches, signaling his release. I could barely take it anymore, my eyes practically in the back of my head as I beg for his release. Just a couple moments later, I feel his hot ropes of seed fill my ass, my orgasm crashing with his as my seed spills on his desk. His hand travels back down and feels me, my cum splurting all over him.