Jei-Bear 🖤

[butchizuku]

one thing you can’t tell izuku when you’re cuddling is that you have to get up to pee because he’s going to keep you pinned down and in his lap and his hands are gonna find their way into your underwear so he can bully his thick fingers into your cunt and watch you squirm. because he likes when you pee on him. it’s another way for you to claim him as yours.

[vlad-wakinyan]

Taiki & Sanshi from ‘The Twelve Kingdoms’ :)

[konigsblog]

TW: NON-CON, DRUGGING, KIDNAPPING. 18+

The last thing you could vividly recall before falling asleep wrapped in animal fur blankets was the flickering light and warmth from the fireplace. Soft crackles and the gentle, soothing noise of König's humming filled the silence between the sound of him flipping to the next page of his book. Something animal related. Something German, you assumed. Dog-eared, the spine wrinkled and worn down. A clearly loved and treasured item of his.

You felt your vision fog, but paid no mind to the sudden drowsiness washing over your weakened figure. Limbs outstretched, belly up, too trusting for your own good. Comforted by the domestic sounds of life. These were the moments where you could pretend that you and König were nothing more than a perfectly matched couple. Perhaps high-school sweethearts. That this was all consensual and not brought upon you against your will. That maybe, just maybe, he wasn't holding you here for his own selfish desire.

You slipped into a peaceful slumber, dozing off at the aroma of the fireplace oak wood burning and the soothing scent of his spicy, musky aftershave - a reminder that you weren't alone. You weren't sure whether to be comforted or disturbed by the fact.

Amber reflected onto the walls which caged you in, the barely audible jingle of the cool, metal shackle holding you down, slicing into the soft of your heel when you tugged at it too aggressively when frustrated. A harsh reminder to where you stood beside König, your role in his home. The crushing reality that belonged to you. Your fate.

You awoke to the heat all around you at once. Suffocating. Impeding down your throat and spreading across your skin. Like flames, a blaze.

Stirring from your peaceful slumber, you let out a groggy groan, sleep evident in the sounds of your petulant whining when the heat worked its way down your body. Fingers came to tug at the neckline of the sweatshirt borrowed from König - much larger, falling off your body like rags, but atlas, keeping you snug for the harsh Austrian winters.

Much to your surprise (and expected horror), your fingers were not met with the fuzzy fabric of the wool. Instead, bare and clammy skin.

Your eyes darted wide, doe-eyed, fearful and cowering. You shrunk in on yourself as you scanned your surroundings, a dark, nude, and recognisably tall figure prying your plush thighs apart, folds already glistening against the light from the fire, sweat rolling off the man's muscular chest like he'd been at your holes for a few brutal rounds already before you so rudely disturbed him. And by the ache and burn and throb that intensified between your legs, you feared that was the case.

Blunt fingernails cut deep into the supple fat on your hips, feeling impossibly full as he further nudged his way deep inside, to be met with the scratchy and tinging sensation of dark, curly pubes at your smooth rear. Much larger hands greedily groped and grabbed, laying his perverse gaze on your figure - stretched out to the point of discomfort, trembling like you were fragile and would shatter with the gentlest of touch, weakened after being speared on his throbbing, pulsating cock for what could've possibly been hours.

You could only helplessly shrug off his touch before it wandered further, to more sensitive and private areas - more specifically the swollen nub at the apex of your thighs, coated in a smear of what appeared to be your own shine and a mixture of release from the male ahead of you. If you could even call him that.

To you, he was a predator; a wolfish grin curling the sides of his scarred lips, contorting his face into something hideous - it made you retch, swallowing the bile before it had the chance to rise and spill.

Your drugged limbs pushed and tugged at the grubby hands, smeared across your once clean skin, exploring in ways that forced your barely conscious body to react, a biological need inside of you fluttering for more. You could barely conceal the broken sob-slash-whine that escaped your quivering, wobbling lips. He could only coo in that pitiful tone, thrusting his broad hips into you with a new found passion and thrill as uncontrolled sounds and meek noises left you.

And despite the way you shook your head that you didn't really want this, you found yourself having a hard time believing the words you'd stuttered out. Cries replaced with pleased moans. Slaps of your fists against his brute chest replaced with slaps of sweaty skin against your behind.

After all, not even you could pretend that your velvety walls weren't sucking him right back inside, even deeper, when his hips retreated, you pulled him back, the head of his large size contaminating your body with beads of salty, potent cum that he'd been fantasising of filling you with. To the brim, where you were plugged full, stomach bulging, eyes glossy from pure bliss.

Oh, Mouse. Look at you! Wouldn't it be much easier to relax, allow him to move your body in ways you never thought it would? Reach places your dainty fingers could never reach?

[crybaby-bkg]

Megumi who lures you in, befriending you, just so his dad can have a companion………..

Megumi doesn’t often invite his friends over, if ever. it’s why you jump at the opportunity when he extends the invitation, asking if you’d wanna spend the night so you guys can study as much as possible for some midterm exam. why wouldn’t you agree? he’s cute as hell, stoic and quiet, but looks at you in ways that make you hot under the collar when he thinks you’re not looking.

it’s amazing, hanging out at his place, drinking nasty beers and snacking and doing everything but study. it’s amazing—until it’s not.

until his dad comes home, and lingers a bit too closely to you. sits on the couch beside you as you all watch a movie, placing a hand around your shoulders with too much familiarity. he chides you for spilling your beer softly with a brush of his knuckle against your lower lip, takes the drink away from you altogether, like some overprotective dad lording over you.

you look at Megumi for help, but he’s looking at you with that same look that convinced you to come over in the first place.

the night is amazing, until it’s not, when Toji has laid you across his lap, petting you softly under your clothes while Megumi watches. when he kisses gently at your tears and hugs you to his thick chest, murmuring, that you’re gonna be a great addition to the family.

“d’you want her to be your sister or your mom? it’s your choice,” Toji tells his son, his voice leveled as he presses your pelvis down against Megumi’s lap, having shifted you so you’re splayed out in front of him. his mouth is on your clit and you try to push him off, try to cringe away at his words, but his tongue laves up and down your cunt until you’re teary eyed and shaking.

Megumi hums, ponders his answer for a while. he tips your chin up until your wet glazed over eyes meet his, pursing his lips slightly as he rubs a salty trail into your skin. “a sister,” he says after a while, watching the way your teeth grit when Toji shoves his tongue inside of you, drool thick and syrupy against you.

“welcome to the family,” Toji hums before latching soft lips around your clit and sucking until your entire body shudders. he pops off when you start clawing at the both of them, mouth wet, his fingers itching to stretch your hole just to watch how good you take it. “daughter.”

[maladaptiveobsession]

“Magic pocket pussy”

Synopsis: DOL NPCS acquiring a magical pocket pussy synced to you.

Contains: afab!gn!reader, discipline, multi penetration, noncon, overstimulation, somnopihlia, toys

Words: 588

A/N: I only differentiated yandere!sirris from his normal conterpart as he is the only character I can imagine having drastically different behavior for this particular prompt. You can’t convince me Gwylan isn’t cooking up magic (probably illicit substances as well) in their shop. Something about them feels underlined with nefarious intent. I’d like to flesh out this concept with some of the characters at some point; there’s so much nuance and potential.

Abuses the hell out of it

With access to your cunt at all times, your pussy will be consistently puffy and raw from abuse. He’s stuffing you with cock whenever the urge strikes, torturing you with toys when his dick can’t keep up with his libido. He purposely teases you at inconvenient times. Watching you struggle to maintain composure in public is his favorite pastime. Most nights you wake up to the feeling of an invisible cock dragging along your gummy walls. If for whatever reason he can’t torment you at night, the pocket pussy is being stuffed with a vibrator so you wake up drenched in the morning. He’ll insert random objects throughout the day of various sizes and shapes, all to watch you squirm. Sometimes he’ll cram the largest dildo he can find inside to see you waddle around town in discomfort. He’s likely to fill the silicone hole with a dildo or vibrator of some sort—possibly both or even multiple of each—and then fuck you for real with the toys still inside. Really though, seeing your reactions is his favorite part of all. While your real pussy will always reign supreme, there’s a charm to watching you break apart without even actually touching you. The fleshlight is just so convenient.

↳ Anxious Gaurd, Briar, Kylar, Leighton, Morgan, Quinn, Scarred Inmate, Yandere!Sirris, Corrupt!Sydney, Whitney, Wren

Generally only when you’re not available

He doesn’t usually care for toys (why bother when he has you), but this one is an exception. It’s hardly a replacement for the real thing, but he can at least admit the convenience is alluring. It’s not all too often it gets used, but there are times when he misses you and can’t resist. It’s just so easy to punish you for being away for too long or simply to remind you of them. He could always just shove a vibrator inside and forget about it if he feels like it. Watching you fall apart without touching you proves enjoyable, as well. There’s a possibility he could even order a custom dildo, a replica of his length, to stuff the silicone cunt with, so you seek them out sooner. No chance you can forget about him when you can’t even sit. This opens the possibility of double stuffing you using only their dick. The longer you avoid them, the less patience and willpower they’ll have, therefore being less likely to wait.

↳ Alex, Avery, Bailey, Black Wolf, Eden, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Harper, Landry, Methodical Gaurd, Niki, Relaxed Gaurd, Remy, Veteran Gaurd, Zephyr

Only once in a moment weakness

He’s rather unlikely to use any toy, let alone a magical onahole. Just owning the thing feels like a breach of trust, but they can’t risk having it fall into anyone else’s hands. It sits in a drawer, hidden away until he eventually forgets about it. It’s not until he’s humping a pillow in the pitch dark of his room that he remembers it exists. He’ll scold himself, suddenly too ashamed to feel horny. Days will go by, constantly plagued by curiosity. When he finally concedes, apologies will spill from his lips as he rocks his hips into the silicone. It feels so good, and he wonders if you’re feeling the same. More than that, he wonders if the real thing—the real you—feels this good. His orgasm is the most intense he’s ever felt, electricity taking over him and his essence flooding the silicone imitation of you. The post-nut clarity is potent, mortifying. He’ll avoid you for some time after that, unable to even look you in the eye for even longer. Shame creeps along his spine like a parasite, vowing never to lose control like that again. Below the guilt, desire grows and bites at his willpower. Who knows how long it’ll be before he gives in again?

↳ Charlie, Darryl, Doren, Jordan, Mason, Mickey, River, Robin, Sam, Sirris, Pure!Sydney, Winter

Bonus

The likely creator of said pocket pussy

↳ Gwylan

Minors Do Not Interact; MDNI

[tomurasprincess]

hi there first time messaging but up late thinking about shiggy going into a late night type convince store and seeing the cashier and taking her from behind the counter at like 3am. Idk it’s just something about him threatening you to stay quiet and you knowing that there is no one around to save you. I imagine he doesn’t even take time to fully pull your panties off he just slides them to the side and calls it a day. HOWEVER when he leaves he takes them with him 😩😩😩 and your left there stuffed with his cum with 3 more hours left to your shift

Note: Go easy on me, this is the first smut piece I've written in a long time and I may be rusty. But still, I had to do SOMETHING for my man's birthday, didn't I?

TW: Noncon, degradation, victim blaming, forced orgasm, creampie

When the man walks into the convenience store late at night, you instantly expect trouble. He’s in dark colored pants and a dark colored sweatshirt with the hood up over his face, slinking in and looking back and forth across the store as if searching for someone.

You can’t see his face to know what he looks like or what his expression is, but you can sense his demeanor change when he sees you alone behind the counter. You give a quick glance to the clock on the wall, seeing that it’s only 3 AM. You still have hours left before anyone comes to relieve you.

You’re just being paranoid, you quietly tell yourself, this man hasn’t done anything yet besides look creepy. You’ll be fine, just need to keep your cool -

The man chuckles a bit, the sudden sound causing you to jump. “You nervous?”

You automatically begin to shake your head no, not wanting to admit just how uncomfortable this man makes you. You can’t put your finger on why, but everything in your being is screaming at you to run, to get away as fast as possible.

The man walks a bit closer, putting one of his hands on top of the counter and leaning across it to get closer to you. The other hand raises to his hood, sliding it back so you can finally see his face. “Because you really should be.”

Your eyes widen in fear as you recognize him instantly. Tomura Shigaraki, the young leader of the League of Villains whose face has been plastered all over the news lately. Without thinking of it, your hand instantly reaches under the counter to press the panic button.

Quicker than you can react to, the villain slams his other hand onto the counter, leaping over it smoothly to land right beside you. One hand snatches yours, stopping you just a millisecond before you press the button.

He wrenches your arm behind your back, pushing your front down against the counter and leaning in to rest his body weight on top of you to hold you in place. You let out a cry and begin to squirm, but you only manage to draw a groan from Shigaraki as your clothed ass grinds against his crotch.

“Please, let me go,” you plead quietly, “and I promise I won’t tell anyone you were here.”

One of his hands trails down your body, stopping at the hem of your skirt before idly tracing a finger underneath. You have never cursed the store’s dress code more than you are right now, feeling so vulnerable and exposed. His finger trails even higher, stopping at your panties before yanking them to the side and cupping you intimately. “With the things I’m gonna do to you, I think you won’t tell anyone anyway - “

You let out a sharp gasp as he dips between your folds, finding your clit with astonishing speed as he begins to grind his palm down against it. “You’re so wet that I think you want this, fucking slut.”

“Please stop,” you manage to whimper, but he only increases the pressure against your now aching clit, causing you to pant and writhe in his grasp. It’s humiliating that you’re feeling any pleasure from this, but even more humiliating when the villain giggles at your needy whine when he suddenly stops.

But it’s only so that he can reach behind you to unzip his pants, the sound seeming much louder in the quiet of the store. You shake your head in denial of what you realize is now about to happen, but the villain merely laughs at your distress as he lines himself up with your entrance and begins to push in.

You suck in a deep breath at the sudden invasion of his cock into your still tight pussy, trying desperately to squirm away. But his left hand grabs your hip to steady you, fingers digging painfully into your flesh as he stops you from moving while he impales you.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts out as inch by inch of his cock disappears inside of you. You lay your head against the counter as you pant, biting your lip to stop any noises from escaping your lip, wincing as you feel your cunt stretch to accommodate the villain’s cock. When he finally bottoms out, he pauses for a second, and you think he’s going to go easy on you, giving you a break to get used to his size.

But you’re foolish to think Shigaraki has any mercy in him.

He begins to thrust sharply into you, balls smacking against your clit and causing your eyes to roll back into your head at the stimulation. He reaches down to tangle a finger into your hair, careful to keep a pinky away as he pulls your back into an arch so that he can get even deeper into you.

“Tell me you love my cock,” he murmurs into your ear as he pounds into you, pushing your hips hard against the edge of the counter. “Say it and maybe I’ll let you live after this.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to stop your pussy from clamping down even harder on his cock at the threat. He reaches around with his other hand to find your clit, two fingers rubbing against the swollen bead. “Fucking say it - “

“I - I love your cock,” you whimper as pleasure runs through you, your body responding to the insistent stimulation of your clit despite your unwillingness.

“Louder,” he snarls as his thrusts become even more vicious, fingers now dancing furiously across your clit, “fucking scream it. Let everyone know how much you love being violated by a villain.”

“I - oh shit,” you groan as the pressure inside of you begins to build up, “I love your cock!” You can feel your own juices leaking out of you, the wet sound of your bodies joining filling the room. “I love getting violated by a villain!”

Shigaraki slams himself fully inside of your drenched pussy, groaning into your ear as his cock begins to twitch. The sensation of hot cum filling you is enough for the tension in you to snap, causing you to whimper as the orgasm rips through you. Your cunt flutters around his cock, milking him dry and causing Shigaraki to grunt as his pace becomes sloppy.

After he’s emptied himself inside of you, he pulls out, causing you to wince at the soreness you already feel. He fixes your skirt back into place, but pulls your panties all the way off, lifting them up to his nose to sniff before he pockets them.

You wince as you feel cum leaking from your abused pussy, trailing down your leg as Shigaraki walks back around the counter. “Hope you enjoy the rest of your night with my cum deep in that cunt” He heads to the door, stopping long enough to glance back at you with a smirk on his face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[illubean]

Nose-y!

Characters: Tamsy Caines Type: Oneshot?, Gn!Reader

A blurb about Tamsy's nose because he's just so darn cute :((

Warnings: None

Your boyfriend was too cute for his own good. So cute it's painful, actually. Every second you couldn't be all over him was torture; you'd fuse with him so you were physically inseparable if it were possible.

Tamsy was near perfect in every possible way, but nothing could ever be as cute as that lil nose of his. It just made him look so soft and sweet, like cotton candy. It had been a random Tuesday when you decided you just couldn't help it anymore. After kissing him goodbye for a job like you always do, you gave him a gentle tap on the nose before sauntering off. He raised an eyebrow in confusion as he processed what had just happened.

Did they just....boop me?

He cringed internally at the thought of that word before brushing it off and going about his day. As the week went on, your infatuation with his nose became increasingly apparent. Every time you saw him you would either tap his nose like the first time, plant a fleeting kiss on it or sometimes even lightly pinch it. Each time he would scrunch his face in faux annoyance which did nothing but make him look oh so adorable.

This time, he finally decided to ask you about it You just returned from a mission, wrapping your arms around him before leaning in to attempt giving him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. He dodged it, watching you pull back in confusion. He'd never rejected your advances before.

"Alright, what's with your new, weird obsession with my nose?"

"...What do you mean?"

"Oh, don't play coy with me," he says with a playful lilt in his voice. Despite having dodged your kiss his arms still rested around your waist the way they always did. Huffing in defeat, you confessed.

"It's just so adorable!! I can't get enough of you, y'know?"

You lean back in to try and kiss him again and this time he lets you. His eyes flutter closed and he hums in amusement as you move from his nose to pepper kisses all over the rest of his face. Tamsy was feeling the tiniest bit overwhelmed (in a good way) being on the receiving end of so much affection but he'd never admit that to anyone.

When you finally finished your attack his hands moved from their spot against the small of your back to cup your cheeks, smiling while gazing into your eyes.

"Flattery may get you far, my dear."

[buggybugzs]

Just one chance Tamsy, PLEASE

[zankamybeloved]

Gachiakuta NSFW prompt with: Tamsy, Jabber, Zanka (seperate) and AFAB reader

Zanka is aged up!

Smut prompt: Gachiakuta boys pussy drunk and begging to cum inside

MDNI

Tamsy ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

His tokushin wraps around you in a gentle cradle, keeping your wrists tied behind your head while Tamsy’s hands push your knees against your chest. His usually kept hair is wild and sticking to him from sweat, brushing against your body every time he rocks his hips into you.

“You look so pretty,” he purrs, “All tied up for me… fuck, pussy’s taking me so well… you’ll let me cum inside, right? Won’t you? I’ve been making you feel so good—ah—it’s only fair…”

Your mouth opens and closes as you attempt to formulate any kind of coherent thought, but Tamsy is steady in keeping up his bruising pace, cock practically piercing into your cervix from how deep he’s going.

“That’s right,” he gasps softly, “You’ll let me, right? You will?” That cool demeanour of his slips up a bit as he’s overwhelmed with need. “Y-You won’t say no to me, right my dear? I can cum inside, right? Please let me, my dear—just look at how ready your pussy is to take me—ah!”

Your hips buck up into him as best you can like this. Tamsy’s too far gone to notice your feeble attempts at helping him reach his end, nails digging into the meat of your thighs as he desperately slams inside your sopping wet cunt.

“Y-Yeah, you’re my good girl, right?” He coos, “So you’ll definitely let me cum inside—fuck—I’m cumming, my dear, I’ll fill you up, pump you so full you’ll be leaking for days—oh, fuck!”

Tamsy throws his head back, spine going taut when he cums. Your hips press flush together, not letting anything escape.

“Yeah…” he rasps out, slowly relaxing, “Yeah… thank you my dear… you're my good girl… well done.”

Jabber ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

He’s whiny and desperate, large hands locked over your hips as he ruts up into you like a dog in heat. “Please,” he’s begging, “Please lemme cum inside, ma, I’ve been so good’fer ya, haven’t I? C’mon, lemme cum inside, in—hng, fuck!”

There’s drool slipping down his chin, his dreads splayed wildly on the pillow around him. Your nails drag down his chest as you rock your hips in an attempt to match his frantic rhythm, high whines and moans slipping out of you as you throw your head back.

He’s still talking, rambling on even as your juices drench his thighs. You don’t know how many times you’ve cum at this point, but Jabber’s become addicted to the warmth of your cunt, thrusting in and out of you without mercy.

“Please ma, please— please,” he begs, desperate and overwhelmed with desire, “Lemme fill ya up, pump ya full of’ma cum, please, ple— fuck, you’ll lemmie do it, right mama?” His eyes roll back, keeping your hips still as he digs his heels into the mattress to piston his throbbing cock in and out of your sopping cunt, “M’fuck, yeah, yer so good to me, ma, you’ll lemmie fill ya up, yeah, yeah! Yer pretty pussy always takes me s’well!”

You can't get a word in edge wise, moans being punched out of you with every brutal thrust. You wrap your hands around his throat to try and help, squeezing.

Jabber’s back arches off the bed, squeezing your hips tight as he slams you down and practically impales you on his cock when he cums. He releases the loudest, most guttural moan you’ve ever heard, body twitching as he tries to come down from the high of it.

“Yeah,” he whispers, slightly delirious, “Yeah, you’ll let me cum inside… thank you ma, thank you… fuck…”

Zanka ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

He’s got your hips in a vice grip, pulling you back to meet his every, sloppy thrust. “Darlin’,” he’s moaning, “Baby, baby— ah, m’fuck, m’cummin, gonna cum—“

He throws his head back, groaning loudly. The lewd squelching of your hips meeting rings in your ears. “Can I cum in?” He asks, “Inside? Can I do it? Please lemme do it, darlin’, don’ wanna pull out— fuck, yer pussy’s so good, so—ah—so wet, jus’ fer me—“

He hunches over your back, biting his lip as his thrusts become more frantic, more desperate. “Oh please baby,” he begs, still ruthlessly dragging your hips back into him, “Please, let me inside, I’ve taken good care o’ya, right? You’ll lemme, r-right?”

Your mouth opens but only filthy moans and the drool staining your pillow escapes you, clawing desperately at the sheets while he loses his mind behind you.

“Fuck,” he whines, watching the way you take him in, how red your ass is from his hips slamming against it, “Fuck, pussy so pretty, darlin’, feels good, g-gonna cum inside, okay? M’gonna fill ya up, fuck, y’feel so good, fuck, fuck!”

He yanks your hips back again in one more harsh thrust before he holds you there, hips twitching with every stream of semen released. He lets out soft, jerky moans as he tries to calm down and regain his sense of self. “Thank you,” he mumbles, rubbing his thumbs against your hips, “Always so good fer me… thank you…”

[ihuntmonsters]

In Which Enjin's Driving is So Bad It Causes Awkward Sexual Situations

Tamsy Caines x GN! Reader

A/N: chat I'm an anime only so this might be ooc even though I know who/what Tamsy really is

It was honestly quite odd, how the stars had aligned to give you a terrible day.

You’d been woken far too early by the sounds of the Cleaners’ younger members rampaging through the hall. Something to do with Rudo and sugar. 

Then, when you’d finally pulled yourself out of bed to get some breakfast, you found that your box of pastries was missing. You’d gotten them at an insanely high price from the traders and had been saving them for a morning like this. You weren’t quite sure who was at fault, but August’s name was written all over the situation. Or, perhaps it had been Enjin?

The final nail in the coffin was Arkha Corvus. Well, not Corvus himself– you were normally quite happy to see your handsome boss walk in the room– but what he told you.

“I know I said today would probably be a chill day,” he started apologetically. “But I was wrong. We’ve got multiple different trash beast reports for miles around and I need all hands on deck. I’m sorry, I know you had plans for today.”

You had certainly had plans for today. You were going to rest and relax and read that book you’d gotten and perhaps eat those pastries, too, but wait, they were gone. 

“It’s okay, boss,” you wold Corvus, meaning it. Plans wrecked or not, you were a Cleaner. This was you job. 

You hurried back to your room and changed from you pajamas to your uniform and clipped on your vital instrument– a necklace with a stone charm that could transform into a meteor hammer– before heading for your team: Team Akuta.

You hadn’t been with the Cleaners for long, only a couple months, but you were no longer the newbie, not after Rudo joined. He was an interesting kid. You were excited to help Enjin show him the ropes. 

The rest of Akuta was already in the garage when you arrived. Corvus hadn’t been kidding about multiple situations. The only Jeep left in the whole garage was Akuta’s. All the others were gone. Rudo, Zanka, and Riyo were settled into the back seats already, talking about something, and Enjin and Gris were rushing around like headless chickens trying to shove supplies– onto the top of the Jeep?

“There you are,” Gris greeted. 

“What…?” you asked, pointing to the stuff tied to the top of the Jeep. “Why not put it in the last row?” Even if Team Akuta brought Tomme and Follo (which you certainly were going to) and they got in the last row of the Jeep, you could sit with Zanka, Rudo, and Riyo and there would still be plenty of room for the supplies.

“Because we need seats, too,” said a light, musical voice behind you. You turned. 

Walking towards you were Tamsy Caines and Delmon Gates: Team Eager. 

“Yeah, it’s a team-up, and all the other Jeeps are unfortunately in use,” Enjin said. “Now, c’mon, guys! Geez! Get in the car already!”

Gris did so obediently, hopping into the passenger seat, while Delmon somehow managed to climb into the Jeep’s last row of seats. The whole vehicle sank several inches. Tomme and Follo followed, squishing in on either side of the huge Giver. 

You eyed the inside of the Jeep uncertainly. The only place left to sit was beside Rudo, and even if he, Zanka, and Riyo squeezed together, there certainly wouldn’t be enough room for two more butts to sit. 

Someone was going to have to sit on someone’s lap.

“I assume we have come to the same conclusion,” Tamsy said languidly. His voice was so soft and calming. “If you are comfortable with it, I would be willing to let you sit on my lap so we can all fit.”

You hesitated. You didn’t know Tamsy Caines well. You’d seen him plenty but talked far fewer times, and… well, he was too perfect. He was soft-spoken, kind, skilled, gentle, graceful, intelligent, and insanely beautiful. He was too good to be true. You’d decided that was the case and resolved not to get too close. Now, fate had apparently decided that wasn’t going to happen.

“Just get in the car!” Enjin’s annoyed bark distracted you, and you nodded quickly, out of instinct. 

Tamsy dipped his head and got into the Jeep, gathering the puffs and folds of his huge jacket in order to keep them from being caught in the door. Once he was settled, he glanced expectantly at you.

Getting onto Tamsy’s lap was no easy task. It was awkward and quite cramped. You were pretty sure that at one point you accidentally shoved your ass right into his face before sitting down. Your face burned hot as you shut the Jeep’s door– although Enjin had already started to drive. 

You shuffled a little on Tamsy’s thighs, trying to get comfortable. He made a disapproving noise right in your ear. The heat of his breath dusted the back of your neck.

The Jeep began to bump as you left the packed dirt outside the Cleaner HQ for the rougher terrain beyond. It wasn’t too bad, but you didn’t appreciate getting bounced around. You were sure Tamsy didn’t like it either. 

Enjin pressed harder on the gas as you entered a small valley of dust. The Jeep sped up and you stiffened, just a little, to brace yourself.

“Are you alright?” Tamsy asked quietly. Oh. Maybe you’d been wrong about him. He seemed so sweet. 

“Yeah. Fine. Just– Enjin’s driving.” 

“I HEARD THAT!” Enjin shouted. “And don’t worry! It’s about to get way worse!”

“What?” Tamsy asked, sounding a little concerned. You weren’t sure you’d ever heard him sound concerned. 

Enjin was right. Gravity fell out from under you as the Jeep drove off the edge of a small cliff. You felt slender hands– one missing half its pinkie– gently grab your hips.

 You landed with a worrying metallic crunch and yours and Delmon’s heads smacked the roof.

“How is he allowed to drive?” Tamsy murmured. His voice, even when he was upset, was melodic, like a siren’s. “How have all of you not driven off a cliff and died?” 

You leaned back a little to reply to Tamsy, your back pressing into his warm chest. “Trust me. We have come close.” 

Tamsy made another noise of annoyance. You noticed, though, that his hands had not left your hips. You would have said something (or would you have?), but you were preemptively silenced by the Jeep bucking again. Your head and the roof met. Again. 

 Of fucking course your route was now taking you right through an area that was strewn with rocks, ranging from tiny pebbles to the size of a cat. The Jeep bounced wildly, creaking like an old door. You decided that you didn’t want to get a concussion today, so you squirmed a little bit until Tamsy spread his legs and you sat between his thighs, no longer so close to that evil source of agony. 

This created a new problem, however. Where you had previously been perched on top of his thighs, kind of sideways, your ass propped half on Tamsy and half against the car door, your rear was now pressing directly into Tamsy’s… gentlemen’s equipment. You really, really hoped that bulge was just a fold of his jacket.

But pressing against a fold in his long jacket wouldn’t make his fingers press even tighter into your flesh, almost to the point of pain. Pressing against a fold of a jacket wouldn’t make his breathing become ever-so-slightly heavier. Folds in jackets also definitely did not slowly grow stiff.

You stared straight ahead, at the back of Gris’s seat, wishing for a giant trash beast to appear out of nowhere and crush the car. Please. Please. Please. Let this be over soon.

Was Tamsy aware that you knew what was happening? Surely he was. You hoped he wasn’t, so you could pretend this had never happened. But if he was aware… could you just ignore this? Never bring it up? Is this something you have a talk about? Well, it wasn’t exactly his fault; it wasn’t a purposeful thing. It was a natural bodily reaction. Same as how you, too, were getting a little bit hot and bothered by this.

The Jeep went over a particularly large rock. You were startled to feel Tamsy’s forehead against your shoulder as he hunched over, leaning into you.

“Are you okay, Mister Tamsy?” Rudo asked. Sweet kid. 

“Just a little carsick. Enjin’s driving,” Tamsy replied, his voice somehow still smooth and calming despite the lie.

“ASSHOLE–” Enjin started, but Gris cut him off.

“Do y’wanna stop?”

Tamsy was quiet for a moment, then said, “I thought we had a trash beast to kill.”

“We do…?”

“Then let us continue, before it hurts anyone.”

Gris and Enjin exchanged looks, but ultimately shrugged it off. 

You stayed silent for the rest of the drive, trying very hard not to react to the feeling of Tamsy’s length against your ass or the sounds he was desperately attempting to swallow. A few noises slipped through, though, quiet enough that no one else in the Jeep could hear, but just loud enough the you could.

The noises were very nice noises. 

Finally, fucking finally, the Jeep rolled to a stop outside a No-Man’s land. You were the first one out after Enjin, trying to calm the heat in your body and reestablish your thermodynamic equilibrium. Tamsy was the last one out. When he finally did emerge, he stood a few paces behind everyone else. “Until I stop feeling sick,” he’d said. You avoided his eyes and he made no attempt to meet yours.

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You’d thought the awkwardness between you and Tamsy was over after that Jeep ride. You hadn’t had to sit on his lap on the drive home, for Team Child had met up with Akuta and Eager after taking down their own trash beast, and their car let everyone have their own seat. So, naturally, you’d assumed (hoped) that was the end of awkwardness between you and Tamsy.

Like fate would let that happen.

So, obviously, it just so happened that later that night, you and Tamsy were the only ones left in HQ kitchen. You watched the gorgeous man elegantly eat his dinner of noodles and wondered if you should abandon your own food and run back to your room.

You were gathering the courage to do so and had almost reached your tipping point when Tamsy looked at you.

You didn’t think you flinched, but you might’ve.

“I apologize,” he said. “For what… happened. In the car. It was not purposeful and I could not control it. I truly hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe around me.”

Yeah, you’d definitely misjudged this guy. Sometimes, apparently, you just meet a guy who’s too good to be true, but yet, he’s true.

“It’s okay. I know it wasn’t on purpose, and I probably should’ve been a little more mindful with how I was moving my body while literally sitting on you.”

“That… may have helped.” Tamsy let out a little laugh. It was the cutest thing you’d ever heard. “I also hope it didn’t ruin the prospect of us possibly becoming friends?” 

You blinked, before something fluttered in your chest. “Oh! No. No, it didn’t. I’d love to– to get to know you more.”

Tamsy smiled. It was the cutest thing ever second only to that giggle. His expression turned serious, though, after a moment. “Although, I suppose should tell you what I saw. The pastries from the traders, those were yours, yes?”

“Pastries? Yeah. Why? Did Enjin take them?”

“No,” Tamsy replied seriously. “Rudo did.”

“Rudo did?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing. That would make sense, what with the early-morning Rudo sugar rampage. “Damn kid. I paid good money for those.”

Tamsy nodded. “I would have told you earlier, if not for our busy day.” 

“You’re okay, Tams,” you replied, the nickname slipping out without your permission. “I’m gonna go give Rudo a piece of my mind.”

Tamsy dipped his head again and returned to his noodles. 

When you arrived at Rudo’s door, though, you found that it was already open a crack. You knocked anyway. Rudo appeared.

“Though you’d be here,” he said.

You opened your mouth, about to say something on the matter of stealing, before you spotted the box of pastries. They were completely untouched.

“You didn’t eat them?” You asked.

“No,” Rudo said. “They’re yours.”

“Oh,” you said, at a loss. “I’m sorry, kid. I shouldn’t have assumed. But if you didn’t take them, why’re they in your room?”

Rudo shrugged. “They just appeared, smelling like… incense.”

Incense? You frowned, recalling the warm, smokey scent– the same one you’d had trouble getting out of your nose after sitting in Tamsy’s lap all morning. Pieces of a puzzle were coming together and you weren’t sure you liked the picture.

Actually, no, you quite liked the picture, because it said you were right.

Tamsy Caines was too good to be true. 

[huyandere]

guess what i'm watching

[koretholics]

closet comfort

| gachiakuta | tamsy caines x reader | angst, comfort (for once)

synopsis: you are too much, but he doesn't mind. quite the opposite, actually.

cont: abandonment issues, suggestive, comfort, selfship coded but can be read separately. 970-ish wrds

Tamsy had found you in the closet.

Hugging your knees to your chest to hide your face from a world that drifted from your intensity. As if the confines of your hiding spot weren't enough, as if shrinking your presence could protect you from your fears.

The ringing in your ears shielded you from the moment the lilt escaped his voice to give way to bellows of your name. Not that you could help it, though. Screams always were muffled underwater, after all.

Such was your state. 

The ocean's depths reside within you– unexplored, freezing, enigmatic and unpredictable. There were days he'd find himself going limp as your.. waves.. tossed him around, an affection so sudden and overpowering his composure never stood a chance. Other days, your indifference would pull him under, his body adrift as it sank deeper into the abyss. Push and pull, akin to waves. 

And right now the tides were closing in.

High tides weren't unknown to him– his perceptive nature sensed the despair before it overflowed, before you even knew the weight of your own intensity. Many times has he witnessed the highs and lows, and yet, he hadn't grown numb to the sight before him.

He clears his throat to coax a darkened clash of golden and obsidian as their gazes meet. 

Marked by the glistening currents trickling down your cheeks and the vacant expression in the eyes he'd learned not to gaze into for too long lest he drowned.

He can almost hear the four words plaguing your thoughts before a low voice cuts through the silence.

"Am I too much?"

And just like that, just like the innumerable times before– his mind fails him. He despises moments like these, truly. When the water in his lungs deprives his brain of oxygen and steals his rationality.

It would've been less troublesome to dismiss pain, had it been anybody else. A calculated smile and words laced with faux sympathy would've made the circumstances unfolding a mere hindrance at best. 

Anybody else, he wishes. But he's not acquainted with apathy when it comes to you. 

Navy blue knots and furrows, summoning twin crevices between his eyebrows– and much to his dismay– his eyes narrow before he can even think about maintaining his disdainful facade. His frustration worsens when his chest tightens and screams at him to breathe, as if the sting of his nails digging into his palms wasn't enough of a mockery.

Frustration and embarrassment. In both ends.

You feel it, too, and it tightens the grip around your legs. The reluctant precision riddling the clinical gaze that studies you. It scans your frame, noting the unevenness of your breaths, the elusive swell in your eyes, even the trembling hands that dig into your flesh.

As if pain and comfort were one of the same. A dangerous belief of yours, one that pulls a sigh from him before he wills himself to portray neutrality. 

He makes sure to hide the marks riddling his palm before pointing to the empty space next to you.

"May I?" his words come out more eager than he's willing to admit, but his visible embarrassment is cloaked by the low visibility.

Darkness that abandons your face to reveal contemplation– one that makes him regret opening the closet door. Perhaps he should've left you alone to drown in your own feelings.

It'd certainly make for a memorable night, he thinks.

But the shadow shifting to the side, allowing him more space to sit cuts his annoyance in half. 

The space is cramped and stuffed with clothes– many of which he recognizes as his own. Not by looks, but by the smell of cotton linen and jasmine. Neither of you acknowledge how the scent clings to you. It's a conversation long overdue, but dreaded. It can wait another day. 

The snide remarks never come.

Instead, the only sound is that of his tall frame struggling to fully enter your closet before clumsily settling next to you, the narrowness forcing your shoulders to brush. Warmth blooms in his chest when the hum leaving your lips almost sounds like relief, and heat paints his face when your head rests on his shoulder.

Your hair tickles his neck.

Oddly enough, you're not bothered by the proximity. In fact, you welcome it. Seek it, even. 

Perhaps a little too desperately– you wonder in unison– when you shift closer to him until your thighs press together.

Maybe a little too intensely when you seem to forget the comfort of pain, and lay the back of your hand on his thigh.

It's interesting– the turn the situation would've taken had your palm laid flat on him. It would've ended with passion, and lustful callings of his name.

But this is different. 

In your open hand rests something so deeply entrenched, something that makes him thank the darkness of the closet. Otherwise, your gazes would've met and terror-riddled onyx would've planted the same dread in him.

Such was the profundity of your horror. The one you were now laying bare for him to feel. 

And he allows himself to feel. He relishes in doing so, too, when his fingertips brush against your palm with softness that doesn't mask control, but expresses something else. It weighs heavy in the air, and still, the unspoken never deters his fingers from finally, finally, finally interlacing with yours. 

It's only when his initial nerves wear off that you both realize your body is shaking.

A mortifying realization that reignites your need for control, the one that makes you want to snatch your hand away. But– to your surprise– his grip tightens at the first attempt, forcing your fears into his hold a little too eagerly.

That's when Tamsy realizes you're not too much, because:

"I can't get enough of you"

a/n: this one is entirely for my own comfort bc i spent the day crying.

[fancycassie3]

Slice of cake and heaven pt 1

Tags added

Oral sex,Cunnilingus, pussy slapping, clit play, inappropriate uses of jinki, inappropriate use of whipped cream and strawberries, overstimulation, porn with plot, first part , vaginal fingering, gagging, spit as lube, reader is a bartender, reader is a brat,tamsy doesn't like that, light manga spoilers,cross posted on ao3

Sweat trickled down your nose as you had just finished dashing up a drink for another customer. Setting down the glass before the guy, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of euphoria as you'd realise that your shift for the night came to an end in an hour.

Clearing up the counter with a wet cloth,your phone buzzed in the pocket of your apron, signalling an incoming call.

The other person's voice sounded through the line, it was your friend reminding you of the plans you two had set together for after your shift ended. You ended the other line with a silent promise of being there in half an hour.

Your eyes scanned the crowd of people, a messy mix of alcohol, sweat , and blurry lights making your nose come up in a disgusted scrunch. What an energy draining shift this was.

You couldn't wait to get out of here, working in a club was one the most draining activities ever. Let alone a well known club, the only benefit it came with was the free alcohol you could sneak out after every shift.

There was a certain thing about booze on a Friday night chilling alone with no plans, but now it became even more evident that today was not your day, because apparently your friends had decided making plans for dinner out was a great idea. Yeah what a great way to socialize actually. The thought was accompanied by a frown.

You opted for restocking the shelf of different liquors behind you ,not noticing a figure making itself comfortable on the stool.

The being cleared their throat softly, catching your attention. Turning your head ,you felt the sudden whiplash of turning too fast only to be fazed by the most beautiful specimen of all men.

His bleached eyes glimmered under the flashing colourful lights, luscious albino lashes blinking slowly, as his head came to rest on the palm of his hand, he stared at you for what felt like a moment, his meticulous eyes scanning your face. You felt slightly uneasy under the gaze of what felt like a predator’s.

He hummed softly under his breath ,his lips pulling up in a tight smile.

“Can I get something strong , please, a little of the hook” he spoke , his voice not audible in the loud background music. Only for you to hear was your first assumption.

“Alrighty can I get that under a tab for you ?Which one is it gonna be?” Your face splitting into that professional grin you always gave to customers.

“Get that under enjin’s tab, the man from over right there” his soft voice spoke again pointing towards a man with tattoos running up neck , his hair a dirty blonde.

You couldn't help but admire his calm and elegant voice , coming out in a smooth vocabulary, it was almost like he had a faint British accent.

“Alright, your order sir?” You asked,his perfect eyebrows narrowed in amusement as he looked at you.

“What do you think would be strong enough to get me riled up and ready to make me lose any thought I have circling my mind ?”he followed , clasping his hands on the counter , his gaze once again dragging lazily up your frame.

“A double shot of vodka would be it for ya ,maybe margaritas to knock out ya pretty ass” you answered playfully, not putting any thought to your words.

A slight crease came up on his forehead, you didn't notice it. Pouring the transparent liquor into small glasses and finishing it up with a sour taste of lemons ,you passed the two glasses across the counter towards him.

He immediately downed them whole ,the glasses coming to smack against the counter in a dull sound.

You pulled out a thin glass under your counter, smashing a few iced cubes with an efficient speed, his gaze was still fixated on you , this time half lidded under the blurring lights. What's his problem? You felt uneasy, shivers running down your spin as if a gust of cold winter air had been let through.

“There you go ! , all finished!” You put the appetizing glass in front of him, a display of transparency, lemons and one single pineapple.

This was your best one yet, working as a bartender on the ground came with many quirks, many people came to order beers or just the simply old sake wine to unwind after a tough job or a mission. This one was different, it was as if the blonde haired cleaner needed something to get high of tonight.

He himself was surprised by what he'd ordered ,he usually was a light drink type of guy , getting off on ciders and cocktails.

But tonight was different. It was as if your being itself called for him to get drunk on alcohol instead of his usual love killing spree on the sphere.

How odd.

Either way Tamsy was getting his high tonight, the sullen ache in his veins not being anger or happiness. But something far over that.

The little sphererite had managed to track down poor little miss amo,

With the help of the Information breaker, he was able to find her,

taking with him the plan he had to break him down fully.

How unfair.

He had thought this would finally make it.

Rudo is far from being as angry as a ferocious deity would be.

How truly unfair.

Rudo is cooped up in his little shell of anger, holding back.

A supreme Lord caught between wrath and lost humanity.

He's holding back.

I don't like it.

“I need to unwind” he said to you softly after his fourth glass of margaritas. You laughed half heartedly, pouring up another glass,and slid it towards him , not missing the way his hand came to rest on yours for a second before snatching the drink.

You two had been sitting there for almost 30 minutes, with each second his composure let loose ,indicating the tipsy stage.

Margaritas always knew to hit the spot, with their bitter sweet taste, the liquor coming to your brain creating a fuzzy haze , and a high euphoric state whereby bad decisions felt like ice cream on a hot day.

Just great enough to do the job. You didn't notice him inching closer over the counter, his elbows leaning on it. He had long gone loosened his long blonde hair ,it falling carelessly in his face ,down towards his shoulders and back.

Man was he beautiful right now,his face now illuminated in a red hue ,due to the background lights, a glint caught your eye as you looked back at him. Your eyes inching down his features, down towards the silver labret on his lower lip. An attractive ornament made to bring out his plump lower lip. Oh..

It had now dawned to you that you were checking him out, mindlessly and filthy. The exact way a hungry lion would, except It wasn't the hunger that gnaws persistently.

It was pure lust from the way his eyes continued dragging down your face , then lower ,lower again, and to the lowest at your legs behind the counter, it's apparent that he's also checking you out, as his eyes land back up at yours.

An unreadable gaze washed over him,a smile that never reached his eyes. It seemed he had some type of facade.

No one could ever drink alcohol and still be as calm and collected as he was right now. Something has to be wrong. You'd think one would be loose and lively when they were drunk , not the state he was in.

But you didn't notice, far to lost in your own world , had you drank ? Yes , it was a Friday night afterall , booze was temporarily free for staff members after the clock struck 9 pm.

Which brings you back to the clock, your shift was about to end in 20.

But you couldn't help but feel solemn, the shift you had so waited on to come to an end was suddenly coming to an end really quickly.

Why couldn't you just stay for a few minutes, and accompany this random stranger with vibrant yellow hues in his eyes , and the silly smile that came with the tipsy mess of alcohol.

“A penny for your thoughts m’lady?” His soft voice came out again ,this time closer than you'd want him to be ,his gaze spontaneously shifting to the clock you had been eyeing. He also didn't feel like taking a leave , blaming it on the alcohol and the nasty haze it came with. It's fucking with my mind he thought.

This temporary high is just what I need.

He looked at you once again, faint purple and red light catching your caramel skin in just the right ways , you looked like a deity yourself , he thought, a beautiful mix of smooth and perfect as he examined your face.

There was a strange sensation clawing up his throat , clasping his heart to a faster beat, the reaction a warm tone on his neck and cheeks. And before he could think it out,his hand came to fix the crease of your uniform hemp. You reacted back with your cheeks warm, squinting at his audacity.

What am I doing?

Have I finally come to the realisation that Rudo can't be broken or hurt?

No , that can't be it.

This is something else ,Tamsy was not the type to get infatuated with relationships and many other things people did when they were drunk in love and embarrassingly out going for.

It was simply strange how he could notice the faint freckles on your button nose, the soft pink on your cheeks , and your eyes.

Oh how he yearned to gouge out those chocolate Browns.

He could simply just put them in a jar ,on the nightstand of his room.

Maybe also carry one of them in his sleeve to take you with wherever

he went.

A display of purity and innocence.

Yes , that's right, your eyes could be mine, if I'm feeling fancy …or not?

His thoughts were slowly circling around murder as a carousel would, and just at the peak would be his act of love. Where one would scream from either a frenzy state or an unpleasant experience.

You still stare at him ,you feel your cheeks running hot , and sweat beading at your forehead once again,it's getting really hot in here.

“Let's get out of here” he spoke up softly, “I need to get fresh air” he added leaning off the counter, his hands coming up to slide the grey uniform jacket off his frame , folding it up to his arm.

“Right ..” you drawled, checking the clock behind you again. “My shift ends in 5 minutes, might as well dip .You gonna close the tab , or is that enjin guy gonna do it for ya ?”

“Nah ,He’ll do it once he leaves, my alcohol is under his supervision afterall” he spoke softly, watching you finish up everything.

°°°🧵°°°

The cool night air hit your face in a welcome manner, the sky painted dark with stars adorned.

“What a pleasant night it is” came the voice next to you,he tilted his head to look at you clearly,stray strands of loosened hair coming to cover half his face, a lopsided grin on it.

You could see how his linen shirt outlined his lean but muscular frame ,his navy blue tie fit very well with the navy strands of hair at the back of his head,caught in two decorative tasles.

Somehow that made him even more charming than he already was.

“Yes it truly is, but it's a bit too chilly out , where we goin?” You asked a bit worried , your hands resting on your waist.

“A walk would be nice,did you perhaps forget anything of yours , so we can leave?”the genuine concern from him, made your heart flutter uncontrollably.

Wow

“Nope , ready to go! I checked everything” you say following him as he had already started walking.

Walking at night on the ground had to be one of the worst ways possible to risk your life. A thief or perpetrator could just spawn out of nowhere and take your belongings all the while you screamed like it would bring them back.

You somehow had found trust in this particular blonde guy you didn't even have a name for.

How weird.

It was almost like you two were about to face the most strange entanglement ever, something life changing. As if the two of you had known each other for awhile.

As you walked with him ,street vendors came into view , some with steaming hot foods ,others selling sweets and fruits.

“Would you like me to buy you something ?”the man walking with you said ,staring at the stand of cakes , strawberries, and different flavours of whipped cream.

It all looked appealing not to buy, so you agreed with a bashful smile on your face.

Tamsy’s face grimaced at the familiar looking cake ,piped with white swirls , strawberries all over.

It was the same cake he had eaten whole in front of that brat,the same soft cream , same elegant swirls , and the sweetest strawberries ever manufactured.

He felt nostalgic.

What an interesting memory behold.

“Buy that cake please !” You pointed towards the same cake he had been staring at , a tight lipped smile all the while on his face.

“Great choice ,dear” He smiled , giving the vendor a few coins, before taking the fresh looking cake with the handle of its container.

“Why don't I also add on the whipped cream and strawberries ,yeah” He said in more of a suggestion than a question, you eagerly agreed nodding your head.

You too had a certain interesting addiction for cake and strawberries.

They were your favourite.

“I think that's all , or do you wanna make a purchase too?” you asked , already turning to walk away, him following behind you.

You didn't notice his ear eating grin, as he felt nostalgic.

Hmm , what can I do next to rile up little Rudo?

The kidnapping of that amo kid was unsuccessful,that didn't grind him up that well.

I have to think of another way to get him to lash out , maybe take Enjin , Zanka or Riyo next ?

…

Nah , that'd be a bit too obvious, the Bossman is already tailing my ass.

I'll think this through, when I'm sober at least.

His finger came up to rest on his chin thoughtfully, you wondered what was on his pretty head.

Too bad you couldn't know. He was meticulous and observing in a way, you'd assume that his mind was probably circling with a calculated precision. He was unpredictable and unreadable.

————

“Hmm it looks like we've come to a halt , there's a No man's land closer ,you'd think we've walked for only such a short time” he sighed out.

“i mean half of the walk here was filled with you lost in thought, what might you have on your thoughts exactly”You teased. Your eyes scanned for a secure area to sit down , finding it , you sit down crossing your ,legs both hands poised on each knee.

“So is this the end of our date ?” You asked teasingly once again.

An unreadable expression settled on his face once again ,calculating your next jab.

And what it would take to make you swallow your words back willingly and wish you'd never talked to him like that again.

Maybe a light little play with touksin could solve this all.

He came to sit next to you , crossing his legs over his lap too.

Pulling the plastic open he took out a slice of the soft white cake.

Pushing the piece into his mouth with two digits, you watched him , swallowing saliva all together with all the inappropriate images the display of him eating cake came with.

You lifted both your thighs , coming to rest your head on your knees and hands crossed around your ankles ,your thighs rubbing uncontrollably together, as you watched him demolish the slice of cake. What a weird way to eat cake , especially shoving it up with your fingers too.

“It's getting a bit late, don't you say ?” You hummed in agreement at his analysis, “where do you live?” Was his next question.

Wouldn't tell that to a stranger I'd just met at a bar, whom I still don't know their name of ,who does that to their upcoming one night stand?

Wait no, a bit too soon—”I don't think I need to owe you the pleasure of knowing my location while I don't even know something as simple as your name , can I ?”you mused.

You watched as his eyebrows knitted together , his eyes squinting accusingly ,”I'm just trying to be genuine and highly alert for your safety” at that you laughed.

“Alright it seems you are genuine, how about you take me to a love Hotel instead?” You laughed out , not really thinking it through.

Tamsy immediately smirks at the irrational not so instrusive thought, so you loved to take a risk huh?

“Let's say you really don't know how to read a room do you , dearest?” His sudden movement caught you off guard. How had he just moved in such a rapid speed from a sitting position to a one kneeling , just right in front of you.

He’s palms grinded into the ground as he hovered over you, making your heart rate accelerate.

“You've been grinding up on my nerves for like an hour now” his soft voice sounded,not in a furious manner but in the best way a wrecked one would.

“Is that the alcohol speaking through you , or are you just this feisty under there?” At this point your teasing could be considered arousal as a wet pool made its way apparent to you .You were soaked through your panties.

In an unknown area , with a man you merely met two hours ago ,you had just suggested something you knew you'd either regret or enjoy.

And not to mention the man on top of you was damn fine. Looking like saint amongst sinners. Dare you'd say an angel.

“There's a motel we passed on the way to here , wanna get going” he tilted his head back in thought, “I think I'd rather much have your pleasure be mine , since I was the one who suggested this walk and all”.

“Wow you're such an angel” you say sarcastically, moving to hoist yourself up and off the ground with both your hands.

He too stood up ,an eyebrow rising in amusement at most. An expression you'd notice he liked to give when you said something off putting.

“y’know ,Im gonna have to make you take that back soon,..say do you have a interest for robes?..”

He left out another part of his sentence, probably considering what he would say next. Standing back up ,he dusted up his navy pants, picking both the plastic of sweets and his uniform jacket up.

“Are you all bark no bite or are you really gonna show me something” you say ,cluelessly teasing, your hands interlinking together behind your back.

He watched you for a split second, bleached eyes unreadable.

“You never think before you speak ,do you?..”

[fancycassie3]

Slice of cake and heaven pt 2

Pookies Incase you didn't catch part one , there is one

This is the Second part!

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Tags are as follows: clit play , sexual overstimulation, vaginal fingering, fondling, pussy spanking, inappropriate use of Toukshin, inappropriate use of strawberries and whipped cream, pussy eating,the reader is a bartender,the reader is a bit bratty, porn with plot, orgasm denial,clit biting, light bondage, unhealthy mentions of cake ,oral sex

“You never think before you speak, do you..?”

The question sounding more of a statement.

Circling your mind over and over again , as you two walked in content silence.

You had now realized that your long walk with this man had bought you much anticipation then it should.

The creak of the door closing caught your attention. The blonde stood at the door, hiding the door handle from view and locking it with a sickening click.

You had now made your self comfortable on the squeaky bed, it seems the springs of this mattress had long worn out. Your hands came to rest behind you, shoulders leaned back. Palms flet on the bedding smoothing the soft grey sheets.

He walked towards you ,a hand in his pocket, the other carrying the plastic with contents. A soft smile once again took over his pretty features.

You looked at the silver labret piercing, wondering what it would take to rip it of with your own tongue. Your eyes roaming his face ,as he tilted his head to look back at you.

“So..? You got any tricks up your sleeve or are you just gonna make me come by looking at me?” You decided on starting the conversation.

“Cause it's already working” your whisper added.

“I wonder what it would take to make you swallow your words back”he said ,mimicking a thoughtful gesture.

“It would take a lot, thanks, I pride myself for being able to speak for both people actually”you say scooting back to lift up your legs onto the mattress, watching his every move.

“Shush”his voice came out silent, holding both his hands interlinked in his hemp sleeves.

“Make me” before you could make another snide comment, the man in front of you pulled out what seemed like a tool with string as long as a staff.

Staring at you with an unreadable expression, he couldn't help but think you were a brat.

“Vital instrument, Toukshin”

He immediately activated it,a show of ropes moving in a whirlwind coming to trap your wrists first.

The blue hard ropes tightening uncomfortably. The next set of ropes captured your torso and waist. At that you yelped helplessly. Watching his smug expression.

He seemed impressed that you haven't yet fought the robes back.

What a great choice,you do have a mind of your own after all.

A few other robes came to your legs, sliding slowly under your thighs and over them, capturing them all together with your calves.

A long creak and suddenly you were hung lazily in the air, like a fly trapped in a spider’s web. Off the bed you were, now in air.

“Are you alright over there?, or are you barely holding up” his head tilted once again, a gesture he loved to do when he was watching something with a keen eye. He seemed to be messing with you.

Fucker.

“What the fuck are you doing” you spat,pulling at the ropes on your wrists.

“Uh uh uh, don't do that,I'd advise you to stop ,that'll restrict you even further”his tone is calm with a hint of satisfaction.

It brought him satisfaction to watch you struggle around the robes trying to get yourself down, the robes restricting further, tightening with a creak.

“Let me down, then we can play fair, this is not fair” you struggled once more.

“Fair ?,it's not fair to me that you underestimate me” he smiled that pure and soft smile,a trick against all humanity. Walking to you ,he stood closer to you now.

How had he ended up here anyway? Last time he checked he was pissed about Rudo and the other cleaners playing Superman and the next generation of super heros, then he came to a bar, drank a few drinks on enjin’s tab, and now he was here.

Playing house with a prey as helpless and naive as you.

He wanted to maul you alive, even though you weren't the one who caused this feeling far more superior and supreme than anger and happiness.

His warm breath was now hot on your neck. “Say how about we get your clothes out of the way, dearest?”

A breath caught in your throat,a warm trickle down your neck.

“I can't do it myself y'know, since I'm trapped” you snarked, choosing to kick one of your legs in an attempt to let loose, that only made it worse.

Constricting you further. You huffed.

“Anyone ever told you how rude you are ,m’lady?”he muttered a lopsided grin on his face. ”Like seriously, I'm hurt, you've been grating me, we haven't even got to the best part yet” he added on.

At this point blood rushed to your head from tilting it back to look at him.Your brown puffy and curly hair coming up in your face.

Your thighs tried coming back to rub against each but were immediately tortured with the tight robe.

A whimper escaped your lips, you could feel his gaze watching you like a hawk. You felt fresh slick pump hot out of your cunt, and down to your rim, soaking together with your panties.

The pain was painful in the most arousing ways.

It felt like you were a fly trapped in a carnivorous plant.

With nowhere to go, left to accept the pain that came with pleasure. Your lips caught between your teeth at the thought, muffling a whimper of pleasure.

Robes running hot on your clothed body. He was just there,hovering, watching you take it all.

“Would you just touc—me..”you stopped at the sudden intrusion.

You felt his cold hand lift your shirt to rest on your abdomen, circling the area with his palm.

That somehow felt pleasuring.

“Can I?” A obvious question came from his lips, making you shiver at how close he was.

You nodded once.

“Use your words” he strictly said, still fondling your stomach with his hand.

“Yes” you replied in a dry tone, lust clouding your mind.

Another hand came to lift your shirt further ,revealing the black lacy bra holding your soft breasts.

You heard an agreeing hum from him,too busy caught up in your own haze , his hand on your stomach inched down towards your khaki pants.

“Don't move, little bird, I don't want you getting hurt further” at the comparison you blushed, head tilted forward to look at him.

Ironically he was the one who looked like a bird ,blonde lashes , uncharacteristically long hair, and eyes as yellow as the horizon. Calm and poised like a secretary bird.

You didn't know why, but the ropes around your wrists loosened a bit , thinking he was letting you go, you finally moved up.Only to be caught

By your wrists again , this time they were bind behind your back.

Tilting forward you felt like your whole world was toppling around, the robes constricted again, your whole body was turned over.

You arched at the uncomfortable position, this somehow made your heart raise further.

Head hanging below your shoulders as you tried catching your breath.

He had switched your position before you could even enjoy it.

Coward

“Don't mind me, look forward” he ordered, unbuckling your belt out of its loops.

Looking forward you noticed the plastic you guys had came here with, sitting on the room's dresser. You hadn't got to taste the cake before you got here, wondering what it tasted like.

And why it was the cause of all of this. A loud moan crept out of your throat as you felt his cold fingers pinch your clit.

The sensitive bud exposed to cold air, he had pulled your pants and panties of completely. Slick now dripping freely down your thighs.

“What a wet little pussy you've got there”came a soft voice near your ear ,breath once again hot on the shell of your ear.

Hearing him speak dirty like that made your walls clench around anything,the desperate need to be filled with.

You rolled your hips , trying to catch onto the feeling of him pinching and rubbing your clit in tight circles. The movement only made the robes tighten, you were sure they'd make ugly purple and brown bruises later on.

The thing is you really didn't care ,that pain was but an add on to your already desperate attempt of chasing pleasure.

The pressure all to much as he nudged the sensitive bud after every circular rhythm.

Your legs now quiver from the teasing and the robes tightening on your thighs and ankles , spreading them open further.

“It seems you have a certain eye for cake” he said after awhile seeing you look at it while trying to control the moans crawling slowly out of your chest into your throat.

You picked up a hint of amusement in his voice.

What is he scheming again

The thought immediately flew out your head , as you felt two fingers spread open your folds.

Opening it up to let the wetness drip out. One finger dipped in smoothly, scraping within you a moan that had been stuck in your throat. A long hoarse, embarrassing and expressing sound.

Him smiling at the thought of finally getting out your pretty sounds, curls his middle finger in , scissoring your cunt in a slow teasing pace, enough to make you want more ,and roll your hips to meet his space.

The slow swirl of arousal in your abdomen knotted into something else, as he moved on to rub your clit with his thumb in a circular motion.

His index finger still pumping in and out of your wetness, your walls clench around the digit, needing more.

“Another one”you say your voice hoarse from all the moans.

“Another what?..” he acted clueless, finger once again curling up to meet that same sweet sport.

“Anothe—ah—finger” you let out breathlessly, your thighs were full on spasming now, pussy clenching around his finger, sucking in the digit further.

The knot twisted quickly now , full on heat, mind full on hazy with pleasure and the high of his finger dipping in and out of your wetness, quickening the pace,whilst flicking at your swollen clit.

And when you thought the knot would finally reach its peak,he retracted his fingers, your heart clenched painfully.

Panting and hurting at him for not helping you chase out your climax. You were seriously pent up for him to be playing around.

“Please, more , why would you do that..” you let out, breath heaving as you let your head hang low again , looking at his feet below.

“Now I didn't say you could come would you?, it's my time to shine dove ,you've been running on my last nerve too y'know?,let me have this one” he muttered softly.

“Fucking coward—ahh!”

A sharp slap was delivered to your pussy,the wet sound of your folds being tortured sounded to your ears.That somehow made your vision blur in ecstasy.

“What a pleasant sound” he said more to himself than to you, staring at your throbbing as if he were examining something.

“You're fucking with me Right now right?” Your tone a furious one, he shifted to stand in front of you ,staring at your dilated pupils.

Where are those chocolate brown irises ?,my beautiful jewels.

A hand came up to your face, fondling your cheek softly.

His other coming square on your jaw , opening your mouth and forcing the finger that had been in you ,into it, the wet taste of yourself on your tongue. A blissful moan escaped your filled mouth.

His two fingers went further in ,gagging you. Your eyes rolled back, your throat hurling at the move,he let them out.

A trail of your spit on his fingers, you coughed out , breath raggedy,chest constraining.

“You're so fun to play with, dearest dove,” he said standing up, examining his two fingers.

He moved to stand behind you, your hips raised, thighs opened well enough to see the view in-between.

“You look really, really pretty, almost delicious..can I get a taste?”

he trailed off,his question of consent rang in the air looking at your cunt gushing out with slick, clenching around nothing. You nodded weakly giving him access to your vulnerability.

Folds opened to give a scenery of your swollen clit.

Hmn,this might be even better then cake.

“Take a picture ,it'll last longer babe” you added on sarcastically, knowing he'd not like that.

A harsh slap was once again delivered to your clit. Another wet squelch, your cry out, and his sadistic grin.

“Ya like that” he says again lazily , putting his palm to your pussy, the heel of it coming to rub the sensitive bud.

You hummed ,thighs shaking uncontrollably, and as if a reminder, the robes got tighter, a whimper escaped you , it felt like they were cutting through your epidermal skin layer.

Something to remember the blonde man by.

His head tilted lower looking between your thighs. “I have a craving for that cake once again, can you pass me it please” he said as if you weren't captured by his trap.

You kept quiet not feeling the need to answer his unnecessary suggestion.

“Oh , right you're tied up, sorry, not so sorry”

His voice one of mock sympathy, making a beeline for the plastic on the dresser.

He pulled out the contents , the cake in a container, the separate strawberries and whipped cream.

“You want some?” He muttered out, spraying some whipped cream on one strawberry and pushing it with one digit into his mouth.

“Yeah give me it now”voice hoarse and all you still had a brattiness in you.

“How rude”, he says now in front of you, putting the strawberry in your open mouth. The sweetness of the strawberry alone made you want more.

“Gimme more” you sigh breathlessly, looking at his smug expression.

“No, you gotta earn it” with that he ate another strawberry, pulling off his navy blue tie from his hemp.

What is he gonna do with that?

Apparently you spoke too soon when your eyes were covered with the fabric ,only seeing darkness.

Oh?, the dirty old bondage trick.

You thought ,not knowing where he was now, he could be anywhere in the room from his shoes tapping lightly on the floor. His next move could be unpredictable.

A shiver ran down your exposed spine at that.

You could sense a can being picked up, some walking.

And the hissing of the cream, this time not on strawberries or the cake, just nestled right inbetween your folds,cool at your wet entrance.

“What the fuck are you doing?”you yelled out ,a panting mess, sweat dripping down your nose as you had just realized.

The substance felt foreign on you.

Next came the dipping of something between your folds ,the cream pushed inside a bit. It was a strawberry.

Another sweet sound escaped your mouth ,hearing the voice behind you hum contently to itself.

“Tastes like heaven”, he murmured softly to himself, his finger coming to swipe at the cream on your entrance. And licking it off , a sickening pop after he was done lapping at his digits.

Sick bastard.

You were immediately snapped out of thought by his tongue licking up from your entrance to your clit, swirling around it. His arms coming to lock your hips in place.

“—Ah don't do that..” you resisted saying you wanted more, that he should should not stop and keep going.

A wave of pleasure washing through you, as his skilled tongue ran between your folds.

Tongue slightly dipping into your hole, thrusting it in and out, before licking in-between the folds again.

“Do what?” His soft tone bouncing of in vibration on your clit, your skin prickled with sweat, head buzzed in only one emotion.

Pleasure.

Was this what he meant about

my pleasure being his?

His hands came up to hold onto your ass, as his tongue did the magic, you wanted to see him eat your cunt out.

He slapped your pussy again, gathering saliva and spitting on you, he continued licking again.

It was not fair that he could see while you were blindfolded.

His tongue caught onto your clit again, a scream tore from your throat, a loud and cracked one ,it sounded more of a loud moan than anything else ,his tongue suckling and swirling on your clit.

His lips coming to catch on your on it as he sucked it greedily. Another breathy moan tore from your throat.

The pleasure was all to much, you wish you could fist his blonde hair, and pull on it while he sunk his tongue deep into you.

Your climax is slowly bubbling, a whirlwind of pleasure and pain from the robes constricting you as your thighs quiver and shake under his torturing mouth.

Adrenaline seeping through your veins, as he continued dipping his tongue in, licking, flicking and pinching at your clit ,all the while penetrating you with his tongue.

“,are you close dearest” he said seeing your squirming body.

“Yea—ah ,—yes—ah ma gosh I'ma na come..”

Words were jumbled at this point, fighting against closing your thighs as he kept on torturing you, he held them with both his hands, gripping them hard enough to leave hand imprints.

In your mind lust circled slowly, and rapidly, signalling an incoming wave, an ear splitting,mouth drooling, hands clamping and hips rolling uncontrollably type of wave.

He quickened his pace, adding a finger while licking and biting at your clit softly,the sound of your pussy squelching with every quick thrust of his finger, was overwhelming. Everything was overwhelming at this point.

His tongue kept on slipping into your hole all together with his middle finger, curling up and rubbing at that spot. Deep enough to make you cry out once again.

Your walls clenched around his finger this time, your eyes shutting as you threw your head back. A string of curses escaping your mouth.

The tie around your eyes was not helping at all, as you could see nothing, but feel everything at the same time.

Finally your vision cleared , a blank state, eyes rolling back through the tie, as your thighs continued to quiver, feeling the man's tongue hot on your cunt , licking up and down at a fast pace, all the while adding a second digit, scissoring you fastly and skillfully.

Fingers curled in, knuckles deep in your pussy, as he stretched you open, and took another greedy lick.

Your brain was wrecked from any thoughts at the moment, everything crystal clear, as your chest heaved, your veins pulsed, adrenaline pumping fastly in anticipation.

And like a job well done ,your climax finally crashed down your body like a high tide, sending waves of shock and pleasure through you. You were shaking uncontrollably now ,the pleasure all too painful now, you wanted to close your thighs desperately.

overstimulation making you squirm ,trying to close your legs. His head caught between your thighs continuing to stimulate you.

Him was all you thought about, the man with blonde hair ,and navy blue bits of hair behind his head, his blonde looking lashes, his soft but calculating smile accompanied by the attractive placing of his labret piercing.

No has ever made you feel this good in such a long time.

Your walls were still spasming around him , his fingers not stopping once through your orgasm, dead on working you through the whole of your climax.

Freshly hot juices pumped out of your cunt ,he caught all of it ,licking it up and sucking up your clit. Cleaning it all off as you pant from the high.

You wondered how he looked like right now, whipped cream was probably on his pretty face,smeared right on his chin.

Maybe he would be licking his lips, as he watched your bruised thighs shake from pleasure.

Maybe prideful of what he had just done to you , and how your thighs had been imprinted with his hand marks.

Warm juices gushing out of you down onto your flushed thighs.

Yes probably

You were snapped out of your thoughts at the familiar ringtone of your phone.

Who would be calling at this hour?

You assumed it was a spam call ,still recovering from your roleplay with Mr pretty face from behind you.

You couldn't see where the phone was, your hands were uselessly bind to your back you couldn't pick it up and answer, as it continued to ring.

It stopped , you assuming the person had finally gave up on calling, when you felt the phone press against your ear.

Your friend’s voice rang out.

How had he known where my phone was.

The loud yelling from your friend was partially not even coherent in your thoughts, as you were just agreeing lazily to everything she said.

You had completely forgotten of the plans you and your friend had made.

Whatever

At least the guy had the decency of giving me my phone

“Who are you with right now And what are you doing?, girl it's been 2 and a half hours and no sign of a call nor you showing up”

“Yeah,yeah I'm out right now”you answered tiredly.

“You're not really at the club are you” she said again with that tone that hinted that she knew

[vividly-vermillion]

｢ ✧ How they eat you out ✧ ｣

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ characters: Enjin, Gris, Tamsy

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: fem!reader, pussy licking, fingering, a little anal play with Gris, teasing, pet names, orgasm denial and bondage with Tamsy, cum eating mentions, squirting

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ notes: yeah well this happened.... | Yes i would be willing to write for more characters upon request ♥️

‎‧₊˚✧[ Enjin ]✧˚₊‧

✧ Enjin considers your pussy his favorite way to pass his time, be it licking, fingering or fucking it until you can't walk, he doesn't care as long as he can have it.

✧ He will whine if you're not fast enough at parting your legs, burying his head between your plush thighs and nibbling on them on the way to your core. He will give you a smug grin if you're already wet, loving how fast you get worked up from some simple teasing, fingers spreading your folds apart before blowing some cold wind onto your clit to see you shudder. 

✧ Enjin absolutely adored your reactions to everything he does, kissing your clit to tease you further before suddenly licking it, the tip of his tongue flicking it wildly. His wet muscle is sliding through your folds so messily, not caring if the surface beneath you gets absolutely drenched - latest when you reach your high it's going to be soaked anyways. 

✧ With ease he pushes your legs up to your chest, admiring your pretty cunt on display for him before he uses his fingers on you just to switch it up a little bit.

✧ Slender digits slipping into your entrance at the perfect angle to make you shudder before his mouth is back on your bundle of nerves, not caring how nasty it sounds from how wet you are, his saliva combined with your juices. 

✧ Enjin eats you out like a man starved, slurping and sucking on your puffy clit until he can feel your walls clench around his fingers, smirking against your pretty folds and stopping everything just when you're about to orgasm to watch you squirm and hear your pretty whines. The way you beg for him boosts his ego so much.

✧ “You want what, baby? Say it louder.” He chuckles and leans his head against your thigh to watch you get shy because you know very well he needs you to scream it out, beg him so loud that everyone knows just how badly you need his tongue against your little cunt.

✧ “Such a naughty girl,” he taunts when you finally cave in, lapping at your core once more and repeatedly flicking your clit with his tongue until you're screaming his name in euphoria and he's not stopping - not even when your thighs threaten to squeeze his head in a death grip. 

✧ Your moans and whines of overstimulation are just too beautiful as he fucks you with his tongue to lap up all your juices, his thumb rubbing fast circles right on your sensitive clit without any mercy. 

✧ “You begged for this, sweetheart now don't tap out on me,” he muses, fingers and tongue switching positions so he can massage your sweet spot now.

✧ No matter how hard you're pulling on his hair or how many times you cum, Enjin stops when he had enough or when you use the safeword.  

✧ His face is dripping with your arousal as he feasts away on your cunt, his fist pumping his aching cock to relieve himself of some pressure. “Maybe i cum all over you and lick you clean… would you like that?” He asks amused before bringing you yet another orgasm.

‎‧₊˚✧[ Gris ]✧˚₊‧

✧ Gris loves to serve you, never saying no to you and especially not if he can make you feel good, giving you your own slice of paradise with his head between your beautiful legs. 

✧ His favorite way to devour your cunt is either with you sitting on his face, his hands guiding your hips over his tongue to give you pleasure or to have you bent over on all fours, his lips covering your pretty core, his tongue teasing your clit or slipping inside of you while groping the globes of your ass. 

✧ If he's feeling particularly playful he might let some saliva dribble on your puckered hole before pushing his thumb into your behind while his tongue works wonders on your slit.

✧ Your surprised moan at the sudden intrusion - a welcome one -  made him smirk against you, his wet tongue flicking your bundle of nerves before sucking on it. 

✧ “Taste so good for me, princess,” he hums against you and pushes his tongue into the heat of your cunt to let your juices grace his mouth. 

✧ The moment his free hand wraps around your body to massage your needy clit it is over for you, hips bucking wildly from being stimulated everywhere at once as your lover slowly drives you insane. 

✧ Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly, almost ripping them apart as the knot in your stomach finally snapped, squirting right onto his fingers that were relentlessly rubbing your bundle of nerves and staining the sheets with your arousal.||

✧ “That's my good girl,” He praised before his tongue slipped back into your cunt to lap up the remnants of your orgasm, his thumb slowly slipping out from your behind and gently rubbing the globes of your ass. Before he pulled away entirely he made sure to give a few soft licks to your clit, helping you calm down from the intense orgasm. 

✧ Of course you didn't have enough yet, always needing at least two orgasms to be fully satisfied but he wanted to let you get there yourself, easily manhandling your divine body to straddle his head. Hovering was never an option with him, making sure to push your hips onto his awaiting tongue once you were ready for another round. 

✧ His big hands rest comfortably on your hips, letting you go at your own pace but helping you move, tongue repeatedly gracing your clit until he could feel your thighs shake as they started to squeeze his head gently. 

✧ This was the moment you lost your freedom of movement, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you firmly pressed against him, tongue slipping into your walls, allowing you to nudge your clit against his nose as he was busy tongue fucking your needy cunt until you cried out his name, muffling his hearing with your thighs squeezing around his head.

✧ The sight above him made him believe in angels, your beautiful features highlighted by the dim light as you moaned through your orgasm and his hips were bucking into the air, his cock desperate for your touch. 

✧ When you slowly came down from your high, you reached behind your body to stroke his hardened length, his eyes rolling back in his head when your hips started rolling against his tongue once more.

‎‧₊˚✧[ Tamsy ]✧˚₊‧

✧ When Tamsy eats you out, you're in it for a long time. It's not that he can't please you - quite the opposite actually. He just really likes to draw out as long as he can to tease you.

✧ Before he even touches your pretty cunt, you're dripping wet for him just from anticipation, his lips having kissed every inch of your body before nipping and licking at your inner thigh, but never where you need him the most.

✧ Tamsy revels in every small reaction he can draw out of you, his eyes see it all. The smallest twitch of your thighs when his fingers rake over your legs before pushing them apart, the small hitch of breath when he blows air over your clothed pussy, or the way you almost whimper in frustration when he takes his sweet time to take off your panties - a string of arousal connecting your pussy and the fabric.

✧ When he finally does get his mouth on your cunt, don't expect it to be any different. He drags his flat tongue through your folds just to get you even needier than you already were.

✧ You can pull at his long hair all you want, he won't give you what you crave until he decides to give it. You can't hurry him. And if you misbehave too much, he's not above using his Jinki to tie you up nice and tidy so you're spread open and unable to move even a single finger.

✧ He spreads you open with his thumbs and lets the tip of his tongue caress you everywhere but on your clit, driving you to the brink of insanity but that's exactly what he wants. He wants to hear you, milk out all reactions and desperate whines for him. He thrives off of it. He needs it.

✧ "Look at you, so desperate for me, hm?" He teases and seals his lips around your bundle of nerves to suckle on it, his eyes locking with yours until they roll back in your head the moment his tongue rapidly flicks over your clit.

✧ The sudden change of sensation has you tumbling head first into an orgasm but he pulls away just one second before you actually come undone, kissing your folds until your legs are shaking.

✧ Only then he slips two fingers into you, curling them right against your sweet spot without even having to search for it - he knows you far too well by now. When he can feel your walls flutter again he will start lapping at your pussy once again, the knot in your abdomen tightening one more time.

✧ If you make enough sweet noises for him or even beg him to let you cum, he might let you. Otherwise he will edge you a few more times because there's nothing better than have you crying for the release only he can grant you in that moment.

[minoyrheyr]

OMG WHAT? ITS MUSICAL!??? Youko and Rakushun's chemistry is so good helppp. I love Keiki's long hair. I like the idea of having two actress for Youko. Where are her classmates though?

【ミュージカル『十二国記 ‐月の影 影の海‐』ゲネプロ】柚香光 宝塚退団後初のグランドミュージカル

俳優の柚香光さんが主演を務めるミュージカル「十二国記」の公開ゲネプロが行われました。本作は、小野不由美さんによる大河ファンタジー小説の世界初の舞台化作品。我々が住む世界と、地球上には存在しない異世界とを舞台に繰り広げられる、壮大なファンタジーです。▼TBS芸能情報ステーション公式

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