Where’s My Break?

21 He/They Out to disappoint my ancestors

[lonesome-king23]

its been alright tbh uni is starting back up soon so im preparing early aaa hbu love hru doing i missed u tons

Early preparation is always best. I’m happy ur doing alright. As for me I’ve been busy with my job but things are calming down for me for a bit. I’m thinking on changing my job focus soon however thats undecided atm. Otherwise I’ve been good! I missed you lots as well and wish you luck in school. Is it starting this month or next month?

[carnalcrows]

HELLMOUTH

pairing: baby saja x hunter! male reader

synopsis: You weren’t supposed to fuck him. You were supposed to restrain him, report the circle breach, and walk away. Instead, Baby SAJA’s in your bed with his wrists bound and your name spilling out of his mouth like a prayer. He asked for it—smug, bratty, soaked in power—and you made sure he remembers exactly who he gave it to.

content warnings: 18+, smut, power bottom dynamics, rough sex, top male reader, restraints (magic thread), bloodplay, demon magic, breathplay, possessive language, slight dub-con atmosphere (mutual desire is clear), degradation, overstimulation, rune/sigil kink, light aftercare.

word count: 1.4k

His wrists are bound to your headboard with red charm-thread, smeared where he bit through the ink. Not that it matters.

You learned ten minutes in that he likes fighting the bindings. The flex of his arms, the way his claws twitch and fumble against the magic—he moans when they burn. He rolls his hips into the mattress, taunting you even when he’s already panting, flushed, sweat damp across his temples.

“Your wards are weak, hunter,” he gasps, grinning as the sigils glow hot against his skin. “You tie all your enemies up this pretty?”

You slap your hand over his thigh—hard. His breath stutters. The mark on his throat pulses.

“You don’t look like you want to be freed,” you say. “You look like you want to be used.”

His laugh drips with challenge. “Then fucking do it.”

You grab him by the jaw—sharp, forceful—and tilt his head until he’s staring straight at you.

His mouth is swollen. His lips are red. His fangs are just barely peeking out, and you can see the outline of a summoning sigil under his collarbone, still active.

That’s the thing about demons like Baby. They don’t just get off on pain. They get off on submission. On loss of control. On the exact moment when you finally say:

“You asked for this.”

You spit in your palm and drag your hand down his cock—slow, cruel. He shudders. His legs twitch where they’re spread open, still glowing faintly with the remnants of the circle he broke crawling into your bed like a fucking temptation.

You stroke him once. Just once.

And he arches.

“Fuck—” he hisses, hips jerking. “Took you long enough, hyung.”

You slap your hand over his mouth and lean in, nose against his throat.

“I said shut up.”

He nods, too fast. But he’s smirking under your palm, and you know he’s going to talk again. Of course he is.

Demons like him need to be put in their place. Mouth first. Ass second. And crying by the time you're done.

You lean in close—your hand still covering his mouth—and let your breath drag across his cheek. He tries to chase it, tries to part his lips, but you press harder.

“You don’t get to talk anymore,” you murmur, and pull back just enough to look at him—really look at him. “Not until you earn it.”

His cock twitches against his stomach. Good. He gets it now.

You reach down, spreading his legs wider, and watch the way the blood-wrapped charm thread glows along his thighs. He’s so fucking wet already—messy and leaking and needy—and still acting like he’s in control.

He lifts his hips toward your hand again, wrists tugging helplessly at the bindings, fangs biting down into a breath.

“I said—” you growl, removing your hand just long enough to slap him once, hard, across the cheek—“shut up.”

His head turns with the hit, eyes fluttering.

Then he smiles. It's not sweet.

“Make me.”

You do.

The first thrust knocks the breath out of him. He gasps, full-body twitch, spine arching off the bed. You don’t give him time to adjust. He doesn’t deserve time. He’s been asking for this since he smirked at you in rehearsal like he owned the whole damn world.

You grab him by the hips and force him back down. Let him feel how deep you are, how strong you are, how ruined he’s going to be by the time you’re finished.

He moans. Louder than you expect. His legs shake around your waist and the summoning sigils under his skin start to glow again—pulsing, fucked-open magic.

“Is this what you wanted?” you snap, fucking into him with enough force to rattle the headboard. “Or are you going to cry about it?”

He tries to say something. You don’t let him. You slam into him again and his voice breaks—just sound, raw and desperate. You press a hand flat over his throat and lean over him, your mouth against his ear.

“This power act,” you growl, breath heavy, “is cute. But I don’t think you understand what you just signed up for.”

He trembles under you. Not from fear. From tension. His wrists twist again against the glowing red charm-thread, mouth open, moaning through his teeth as you start to fuck him for real, mercilessly.

He’s cocky even now, trying to grind up into it, trying to ride back onto your cock like he’s in control—but he’s not. He’s loud and leaking and dripping sweat onto the sheets, bound and glowing and twitching around you like the magic can’t decide if it wants to mark him or melt him.

Your hand tightens on his throat.

“You’re mine until that bond burns out,” you whisper. “You gave yourself to me, remember?”

His head snaps back—sigils flashing—and he moans.

“Yes,” he gasps, voice breaking. “Yours. Fuck, I—hyung, I can’t—”

“You can,” you snarl, driving in deep and grinding your hips down. “You will. I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to.”

He already is.

He’s wrecked by the time your rhythm really sets in. Back arched. Wrists raw. Neck slick with sweat. You lean down and drag your tongue over the side of his throat—catching the taste of burning sigil, old blood, and something darker underneath.

He whines.

You fuck him harder.

His legs wrap around your waist, desperate now, heels digging in. His claws rake against the threads binding him and spark at the edges—like even his power is losing shape under you.

You shove your hand into his hair and yank his head back.

“Look at me,” you say. “Don’t you dare look away.”

His eyes flutter open, pupils blown wide.

You spit in his mouth.

He moans.

He’s a mess. Wrists shaking in their restraints. Thighs trembling with each thrust. Mouth open but no sound coming out anymore—just gasps, broken and hot and high in his throat like he’s forgotten how to beg.

You fuck him through it anyway.

Faster. Deeper. Until his whole body jerks beneath you and the runes burned into his skin start to glitch—sparking faint gold and red like they’re about to short out. Even the threads binding him are flickering, magic fraying at the seams.

You lean over him, panting, forehead pressed to his.

"You still with me?"

He nods, too fast. His whole face is flushed, hair stuck to his temple, eyes glassy.

Then he breathes out, barely audible—

“Didn’t say stop.”

You lose it.

Grabbing his hips, you pin him down and slam into him until the bed shakes, until the air smells like sweat and sex and the tail-end of a summoning circle burning out. He arches once—choked noise in his throat—and then he’s coming.

Hard.

It hits him like a wave, his whole body seizing around you, toes curling, head thrown back with a cry that sounds more like a sob than a moan. His cock pulses untouched between you, mess splattering across his stomach. The rune on his collarbone flares—then dies out.

But you’re not done.

Not until you’ve milked every last twitch from his body.

Not until he’s sobbing your name with his arms still tied, hips trying to squirm away but too sensitive to move, too full to think. You fuck him through it—slow now, deliberate, watching the aftershocks ripple through his thighs.

Only when he gasps—"I c-can’t, hyung, please—"—do you slow.

Do you stop.

Do you press a hand to his stomach and just hold him still.

For a moment, all either of you can hear is his ragged breathing

You lean down and kiss his cheek, just once.

He flinches—over stimmed. Then melts into it.

“…you good?” you ask, voice hoarse.

He hums. A small, satisfied sound. Quiet.

You reach up and start untying the threads around his wrists. His arms fall limp the second they’re free. He lets you touch him now—lets you trace over the marks, lets you pull the sweat-slick hair from his face.

He blinks at you, eyes half-closed, still wrecked. “Next time,” he mutters, “I’m on top.”

You grin, slow and mean.

“Not a fucking chance.”

Baby groans, turns his head into the pillow, and mutters, “Worth asking.”

You let him rest. For now.

But deep in your chest, under the blood-warm haze of spent magic, you know something’s shifted. The bond might burn off by morning. Or it might not. He might walk out like it never happened. Or he might crawl back into your bed with that same mouth, same smirk, same glowing sigils begging to be pulled apart again.

Doesn’t matter.

You’ll be ready.

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[lonesome-king23]

king my beloved i missed u

Hey hun I missed you too how are you? It’s been a while

[tickled-p1nk]

TOO LONG, TOO LATE .ೃ࿐

: ̗̀➛ summary: Jing Yuan x Normal! reader, angst, immortality sucks : ̗̀➛ cw: angst, character death, unrequited love, hurt no comfort : ̗̀➛ a/n: I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYYYY (not)

For long life species’ time moves differently, a single day is like a blink to them and processing things like emotions takes even longer. This however becomes difficult when interacting with normal life span species, especially when dealing with concepts like mortality and love…

You had always loved Jing Yuan, from the moment you entered the Seat of Divine Foresight and laid your eyes upon the handsome general, you were infatuated. The way his long fluffy white hair cascaded over his shoulders, the way he always held a sly smile on his lips even in the most stressful of situations, the way his golden eyes pierced through your soul as he looked at you even for a moment. You grew to love the general for his character, his strength both physically and emotionally, his deep love for Yangqing and the people of Loufu, all that he was in your eyes was the man to whom your heart belonged. You grew closer to the general, having tea with him and working long nights together, having each others’ backs on the battlefield, even getting to know and befriend his son and Mimi. Deep down you hoped that maybe someday this friendship could grow into something more.

However as years went by, working by his side, eventually becoming a general yourself and decades of friendship, you realized that Jing Yuan as a long life species' would never see you the same way. He processed time differently, “a few minutes late” to an important meeting meant to start it the next day, a coffee meet up would take place “in just the next 5 months or so”, barely any time at all to him. This lack of time awareness for regular mortals also meant that the way he experienced emotions was much slower, he would never love you the same way you did to him because he couldn't.

At first there was resentment, why couldn't he break the mold and realize how you both felt??? Why did you have to fall for a man who would never see you the same way??? Why did the Aeons of Time and Love do this to you both???

You tried to distance yourself but that didn't work, despite the constraints of time you were both tangled together forever in the universe, (you also worked together) and were friends by this point so you couldn't just disappear.

Eventually you learned to accept this fate after many painful months. You tried expanding your horizons yes but no man could compare to the Jing Yuan. No man cared for you as he did, no man was as kind or as cunning. So instead you just abstained, there was the option that you could confess but you knew that would be cruel as you would eventually die and he would live with the guilt for all of eternity. You knew he did not yet feel the same way despite the embers of love being lit in his heart, he just was not ready to realize it yet.

And so for this reason you stood by his side, his loyal friend for whom he cared deeply for…

But time is cruel

You are a species with a normal life span, about 80 years or so…

So in the end, on your deathbed, with Jing Yuan and all the people whose hearts you have touched in your life surrounding you. You passed not on the battlefield but in the company of friends and family, surrounded by love, content with your life, even though your deepest love was never spoken. With your last breath you looked up at Jing Yuan and cupped his cheek with your weary wrinkled hand, he held it gently leaning into your touch. You looked into his golden eyes and whispered a soft confession, one he could not hear, and when he leaned closer you let out your last breath

“Thank you, my darling”

And with that your soul was lifted into the heavens above, your eyes glazing over and your body going limp.

Jing Yuan’s eyes widened, he was no stranger to death but this was…different. He could feel his heart tearing itself apart when you let out your last breath and he saw as you lost your life. He grasped your hand as it was about to fall from his face. He knew you had passed but…that couldn't be the case. No no no no. You had to stay, he needed to tell you something, he needed to talk to you at least one more time, he needed to hear your laugh, he needed to see you sit by his side on the Seat of Divine foresight. He could feel his heart waver and his eyes frantically searched you for signs of life, hot burning tears stinging his eyes. There was a word he needed to tell you, he needed to tell you something, there was such urgency but he didn't know what exactly it was. Pangs of sadness and grief hit the strong general hard, he couldn't focus at work, especially after your funeral. He was restless, spontaneous bouts of sobbing and grief. The man had experienced death many times in his long life but this was different….still he wasn't sure how.

One night, like many other nights he lay in his large bed, not by himself as Mimi was there but still he couldn't help but feel alone. All his friends had passed, his son had grown old now with a wife and grown children himself, but still his mind lingered on you. Your final moments are forever ingrained in his mind. He tossed and turned and he couldn't stop seeing you whenever he closed his eyes. Then it hit him.

“I love you”

He gasped and horror and sadness struck him at the same time. He loves you. In the present tense. He just now realized this. Years after your death. When he could no longer tell you, he could never confess his deepest feelings and love towards you. Why did it take him so long to realize? How could he not realize this when you were still there with him? How stupid and ignorant did he have to be, he loves you, the light of his life, his best friend, but now he would never be able to share these feelings with you. You were gone. Forever. And he had forever until he could see you again.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

a/n part 2: HI THANKS FOR READINGGGG :3333 and credit to @anna_hyyy on pinterest for the banner art (though I am unsure who the og artist is)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 16

Curly (Mouthwashing) + food play

Guess whos got Mouthwashing brainrot. This guy. I love me a psychological horror game that im too scared to play myself, so I watch manlybadasshero play it. I love curly, and I love angst and horror, so here we go.

tw for vague mentions of what happens in the game, and Curly losing his mind.

2024 kinktober masterlist

Sunlight passed in through the slim windows in your shared apartment, the radio playing some tune you didn’t know the name off. Most music nowadays was made by AI, generating what seemed to be popular at that very moment, so it was never worth learning the names, not when most were just a line of numbers and letters.

Your socked feet carry you silently across the carpet, a serving tray in your hands as you carefully push the door open. The apartment was ancient by todays standards, but it had windows that let you see the actual sun, and not just the artificial one they used so people wouldn’t go crazy. It did result in having doors you actually had to open, instead of sliding doors.

Seeing your husband laid out on the bed made it all worth it though, the sliver of sunlight brushing against his skin and making his blonde hair look like gold. Curly was going on another delivery in a weeks time and would be gone for about eight months to a year. It might have sounded extreme, but in this day and age it was normal, especially for you two, who were working class.

 Luckily you had a job that paid okay, but not enough to support you both, and your lover had such a draw to the stars. This also meant you two had been going at it like rabbits, to be able to sate yourselves until you met again.

The tray was placed on the bedside table, a sleepy smile pulling at Curly’s lips as you crawl up the bed, pressing soft kissing all the way up his spine. “Morning captain” you murmur against his neck, where you bury your face and inhale deeply, simply taking in the smell that was him.

His hand lazily reaches back and runs through your hair, a sleepy hum leaving his lips as Curly seems to melt further into the sheets, a long relaxed exhale leaving him. “mornin…” he mumbles, not even opening his eyes as he felt your chest press against his back.

Mornings like this with you were Curly’s favourite, where he just got to indulge himself in all that he loved. A small yelp did jump out of him as he felt something run down his back, your chuckle making him grumble and finally glance back at you, his blue eyes parted just enough to see you.

Curly huffed a little as he watched and felt you lick syrup up from the crevice of his spine, your tongue flicking out and lapping against every knob of his spine that you could feel. He sighed and arched his back a little as you got further down, flattening your tongue against the dimple of his back and giving a wet suck, slurping up the syrup that had collected there.

“Sweet, like you” you mumble against his skin, shooting him a cheesy wink as he grunts at your stupid joke. He was more than willing to lift his hips though, as you started working his boxers down, Curly twitching again as you tilted more of the syrup against his skin.

Had he not been so sleepy and hot inside already, he might have complained as he felt the thick syrup run down between his cheeks, against his fluttering hole, which still felt sensitive from the multiple rounds you’d had the day before.

Your tongue licking against it was like a Band-Aid, but also kindling upon the fire in his gut. Curly shuddered and hummed softly into the pillow, hips lazily rocking back against your tongue as you licking and tasted all he had to offer.

Curly could feel you pouring more of the syrup on him, and part of his brain wondered if you had bought it, just to use it for this. Sugary items weren’t the cheapest, so it did fluster him a little more, knowing you most likely had saved up just to lick it off him. It made the familiar pulsing hardness between his legs dribble against the sheets, his hips rocking more intently against the bed.

“My pretty captain” you coo against his hole, only to follow it up with another wet suckle and slurp. One of your hands rubbed at his thigh, as the other pulled one of his cheeks, opening him up more for your hungry tongue and mouth.

You both knew you could have just pressed inside him, seeing as he was most definitely still loose from the day before. But the act of getting to lick him out and taste him like this was part of the fun, to feel Curly rut against the bed, but also back against your face, the taste of your spend from the day before, of Curly, and of the sweet syrup, flooded your senses.

It wasn’t the real syrup, the stuff they got from trees. Someone on your salary could never dream of even tasting the stuff, but it was a replacement version. It tasted a bit fake, but it was better than the cheap stuff. Add that to the taste of your lovers hole and his desperate panting, then it became a five star meal.

Curly let out a shaky keened noise as you finally pulled back, the blonde glancing over his shoulder again to watch as you slowly crawled back up again, pressing your chest against his back once more. “I love you” you mumble against his neck, grabbing yourself at the base to push inside him, Curly opening up with ease from all your prep.

“I love… you too” he gasped out, having to catch his breath as he felt your tip press expertly against his prostate. You had learned how to play him like a fiddle a while ago, back when you two were younger, and he was still studying to become a captain of a ship, and you had just started your career. You had both been so clumsy at the time, laughing and embarrassed, trying to figure it all out.

He let out a breathless giggle as you poured more lines of syrup against his back, licking it up from between his shoulders and up to his neck. “you’ll get it in my hair” he snickered, burying his face into the pillow once more as your hips worked together, his more desperate than yours.

“We can just take a bath” you reply, your voice rougher than before as you hold yourself up with your hands, moving your hips in rougher strokes, knowing that Curly liked it that way, to have his prostate struck over and over until he was wailing.

Neither of you really wanted to go far enough for Curly to start clawing at the bed, lost in tears of pleasure and fucked so good he couldn’t form a thought. At least, not now, not when he had just woken up, instead you stuck to suckling the sweet substance off his skin, the flavour mixing with the salty tang of his sweat.

Curly was the first to spill, his noises growing higher in pitch as his hips rocked in short quick strokes, downright humping the bed but also trying to jump back against you. Your captain got too desperate sometimes, no matter how many times you guys did this. He was normally too nice and too selfless, and times like this were the only time he allowed himself to be selfish.

His noises melted in a drawn out keen, which turned into a deeper guttural groan, his hips grinding hard against the sheets as he spurted all over it, your hips grinding against his from the back to push him further against it. “Good, so good. So good for me Curly” you pant, rutting against him a few more times before spilling inside him, adding to the mess that had mostly been licked up by yourself.

You both laid there, pressed against each other and panting, trying to catch your breaths and basking in the glow of being together. When he caught his breath, Curly lifted himself from the pillow, which now had some spit and tear stains as a result of his pleasure. His lips slotted against yourself, Curly smirking lazily at the sweet taste on your tongue. It tasted so good, even if he didn’t normally like the stuff, but on your tongue anything tasted divine.

…

A rattly exhale left his teeth, as there weren’t really any lips left to breathe through. Curly’s one eye was blurry as he stared up at the same ceiling he had been staring at for who knows how long. His mind had been slipping more and more lately. Every waking moment was pain, and whenever he slept, he dreamed of you.

Every now and then he swore he could taste syrup, even amongst the horrible taste of bile, blood, and the pain medication Jimmy force-fed him. Maybe the pain and isolation were finally catching up, his pained limbs thrashing weakly against the bed. Not because of pain, even if it was ever present. But because he longed for you. he longed for your eyes, your lips, your hands, your love. Anything to carry him through this… this guilt and pain.

Would you still want him, like this? You had always loved his hair, his eyes, you had always loved his handsome features. And what was he now, other than the sad pathetic remains of a man who deserved to die. But he couldn’t die, not yet, not when he had promised to return to you.

He could almost hear you. your loving voice which filled him with longing. Calling out for him, loving him, comforting him through the worst of his pains. Curly… my captain… Curly, Curly, Curly, C- “Curly?” a soft voice broke through the visions and illusions, at least most of them.

He couldn’t turn his head well, but Anyas face was familiar as it leant over him. She looked exhausted and like she had aged ten years from the stress of it all. She seemed relieved but also saddened to see him still alive, like part of her had hoped he would die peacefully in his sleep. “I don’t… I don’t think I can do this anymore, Curly. Its not your fault, but I can’t-“ she stuttered, voice shuddering and eyes glossy.

Hearing the rattle of the pill bottle in her hand made it all make sense. Poor Anya, another victim of Curly and his inability to do anything right. He wasn’t made at her, he hoped the few gurgles he could let out before the pain got too extreme expressed that. Her smile was so tired, one of her hands resting on his bandage covered bicep, before she slowly sank to the floor.

Curly could hear her breathing slowing down, even above his own raspy pained wheezing. If he blurred his vision enough, and let himself slide deeper into his mind, away from most of the pain, then he could hear your breathing too. He could feel it puffing against the back of his neck, your mouth pressing against his shoulder, up his neck to his chin, and against his lips.

The door opened with a whoosh, Curly only truly registering that time had passed from the look on Jimmys face, and how the room had started to smell more of death than before. Even as Jimmy lifted him, Curly still tasted sugar. He tasted you. he could almost see you leaning over the table, your loving smile on your face, even as more pain burned through his leg. Even as it all blurred more and more. Even as everything grew cold, and he heard Jimmy finally take responsibility, as you looked back at him through the glass.

He tasted syrup.

[lonesome-king23]

Eggs going crazy over here tf

[lonesome-king23]

I spent like 2000 on food and skin care within a month tf

[lonesome-king23]

I hate how easily packaging gets me

[lonesome-king23]

Y’all fr feel like my stamina matches a senior on hospice atm I feel like I’m going dowwwwwwn and want to stay down

[topmalereaderblog]

Five More Minutes // Miguel O'Hara

Breathe the air again, it's a beautiful day

I wish this moment would stay with the Earth

Some primal paradise

But there you go again, saying everything ends

Saying you can't depend on anything or anyone

When there is creation, there is destruction, life, and death. The universe has a balance, and when disrupted, it collapses, taking away everything and anything with it, leaving nothing but a blank void.

But Miguel didn’t know that, how was he supposed to. He wasn’t thinking straight, he wasn’t thinking with his brain but with his emotions the same emotions that kept him grieving the same, emotions that made him cry himself to sleep. He had lost everything in his world and was left with nothing. Living a lonely life, but then.

Then there was hope, hope that showed up in another universe, a universe where his husband was alive and they were happy. He was happy. He had a family, a father to a little girl, married to the love he had lost.

His thoughts consumed him, plagued him, and haunted him. Five minutes, that was his most recurring thought. Five minutes is all he needed, five minutes to act like another version of himself, five minutes to hold you and tell you he loves you one last time, five minutes to get to know the daughter he never had even if it was just a little bit.

But he couldn’t, the guilt eating him alive, the pain in his chest swallowing him and consuming him every day. But he couldn’t, it would hurt too much to go and then leave. Going back to his life a life where you weren't there and he was alone.

If the end of the world was near

Where would you choose to be?

If there were five more minutes of air

Would you panic and hide

Or run for your life

Or stand here and spend it with me

If we had five more minutes

Would I, could I, make you happy?

He did everything he could to distract himself while keeping an eye on the other version of himself the pain in his chest filling with hurt and jealousy. Instead, he waited, watched, and observed. Miguel questioned if this version of you would fall in love with him too if he could make you happy. Soon.

His opportunity arose when the version of himself that he grew jealous of died. Shot in the chest and left alone on a sidewalk. He felt guilty but relieved he knew his thoughts were sick when he felt a sense of relief wash over him but sad that the version of himself that was happy died. But it was his turn to be happy to play a role and act as another, taking the place of another as if nothing were wrong.

He was nervous. But as he walked into the house the thoughts in his mind crashed seeing you again. His heart skipped beats you- you’re his love, and you were back alive standing in front of him. A warm feeling spread around his body.

Five minutes, that's what he told himself, having a home dinner with you and Gabriella talking and enjoying the moment, a moment that soon turned into five days, then five months. Distracted with his own selfishness, happiness, greed, and lust.

And we would live again

In the simplest of ways

Living day after day

Like some primal animals

We would love again

Under glorious suns

With the freedom that comes with the truth

His brain couldn't function, and his senses were overwhelmed. His body felt hot sweat beading down and sticking to his body. His ears filled with your grunts as you thrust up inside him while simultaneously hearing the bed creek.

His hole stretched around you so perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece being filled and abused. His tight warmth sucking you inside as if trying to keep you inside him. His prostate was hit multiple times with every thrust you gave.

Grunts turned into sweet talk, your hot breath near his ear sending goosebumps all over his body.

"You like this Miguel- like me fucking you." You asked, watching as his whimpers and moans increased.

"Por favor no pares-," his legs wrapped around you, his hands feeling up and down your body as if making sure you were real, making sure you wouldn’t go anywhere.

Your thrust went faster and harder plunging into Miguel. His cock bounced with your thrust being neglected by stimulation leaking precum onto his stomach.

Your lips and hands wandered his body as words of praise fell from your mouth.

"You are such a good husband for me, fuck~ you're taking me so well," his hole tightened against your cock as he pressed his chest onto yours.

Your hands worshiped his body, treating it like porcelain. Go near the spot where he needed your touch the most but never fully.

"P- please." He gasped just a little more he needed this needed you to fuck him and worship him to take the guilt he had and make him forget even if it was for a little while.

A moan left his mouth as your hand grabbed his aching cock moving it with your thrust. "Come on baby cum with me."

And all too soon enough you came inside his reaching deep within him as your cum painted his hole. He bit your shoulder moaning and cumming with you as his thighs shook by the intense orgasm.

Was it wrong? Possibly, maybe, definitely. It's been five minutes since you fell asleep after another passionate night with Miguel.

How- why, why should something so wrong feel so right? He knew he had to give up the act, but nights like these, where you both could show your love for one another was something he lost, and now that you were back he didn't want it to leave.

You were his husband, his true love, and while he lost you in one world, you were here with him in another.

Nights where you would fuck Miguel were always his favorites. It was the time when he didn't care if he was right or wrong or crazy or sane he was with you and those thoughts that plagued him left his brain with every thrust every word his mind went numb.

If the end of the world was near

Where would you choose to be?

If there were five more minutes of air

Would you panic and hide?

Or run for your life?

Or stand here and spend it with me?

If we had five more minutes

Would I, could I, make you happy?

But then it happened again after spending the day with you and Gabriella. Something weird happened, everything around you started to crumble and disintegrate. He ran, holding onto you and Gabriella. Not again. He wouldn't lose you. He couldn't lose his new life, his new daughter, not now.

As he ran, Gabriella disappeared in his arms. He turned around, holding onto you tightly around your wrist.

"Miguel!"

"Well, be safe. We have to run." He said, not looking back. Tears fell from his face, sliding down his cheek. Five minutes and everything went quiet. He turned around only to see he was alone.

And with that, Miguel was alone again. He stood there sobbing and falling onto his knees for five whole minutes he sobbed but recomposed himself, trying to figure out what to do. Five minutes had passed, and the only thought on his mind was that he was back to square one alone and by himself.

So it finally came to pass

I saw the end of the world

Saw the madness unfold like

Some primal burial

And I looked back upon

Armageddon

And the moment of truth

Between you and me

Five years have passed and a lot has changed. He created his own organization filled with other spider people, each with their own story.

Then hope arose again a new spider person not just any but you, his mind went blank seeing the screen in front of him. Wearing a suit and taking out bad guys. Was this the universe's way of giving him a second chance? Were you made just for him? Did you have your own version of him? If so, could he take them out just like the last time?

The last thought in his mind echoed in his head. This time, it would be different, just five minutes. And with that, he opened a portal and stepped inside. Leaving his lab and getting ready to (stalk) recruit a new spider.

If we had five more minutes of air to breathe

And we cried all through it

But you spent them with me

On our last few drags of air, we agreed

I was, and you were happy

[gojosalpha]

SUGURU GETO

WARNINGS:SEXUAL CONTENT, CREAMPIE, FORCED CREAMPIE?, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR

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“He’s a criminal! I knew he wasn’t right for you..what happened was for the best.”

It was shameful what you were feeling now.It seems everyone around quickly and some very happily accepted what Suguru had turned into.It didn’t help that many comforted you, it only pissed you off even more. It’s obvious you were not someone he could trust..so much so that he left without even saying anything to you.Not even a goodbye.Of course it’s not like you were gonna be different and go chase him like some idiot you knew would….No if he wanted to leave by his own choice, what you two were was never gonna be enough to stop him.

How long had it been since you two had seen each other.Two or maybe three years? What was he doing standing in front of you now..waving at you with that stupid smile of his that you loved so dearly.Blowing out the puff of smoke that you held in your mouth, you scoffed at the sight of him.How dare he..someone who left you just stand there so proudly in front of you.Your heart trembles at his careful steps, the light of lamps outside somehow following him to illuminate him for your eyes only.No one else around but him and you, like it had always been.How awkward did it feel now to even be staring at him.

“What. You won’t even give me so much as a greeting?” Always so so smug..if only you could wipe off that smile of his.Not sparing him a second glance you could only sigh out in frustration before stuffing the end of the cigarette back in your mouth.At you not answering he chuckled and leaned next to the wall you were leaning on.His pretty lashes fluttering up at you and not missing his signature happy grin. “I guess Satoru was right…you really have moved on from me.” That name leaving his lips ticked you off.He had met Satoru before you? Unbelievable.

Tilting your head to side, if you were decided then to maybe not speak. Now you were sure. “Oh cmon..at least talk to me. Have you really forgotten all of our time so easily..?” Trying to meet your eyes his beautiful long hair fell against his shoulders gracefully..so smooth and silky against his creamy skin. Plump pink lips pouting at your silent treatment. “Well I’m only following in your footsteps.” That resolve of not talking was suddenly thrown out the window.Taking a big step closer to you Suguru’s hand brushing so close against yours it made you quickly flick your own away. Hurt spread across his face at your action.The nerve of him to have such an expression.

“I…I haven’t forgotten about us.” Suguru whispers, just hearing such a soft voice come out of him makes you melt.So sweet and heavenly…how could you ever be upset with him right? “That’s too bad. Because I have.” The sweet tone from before turns shaky, his eyes shooting over towards your own with a tremble in them. “You don’t really mean that do you? Not even Satoru..or Shoko.” Again. He met with them before he did you? How much did you actually know Suguru now, you would’ve thought that after everything he’d run straight to you first if anything.Just how much of a fool were you in his eyes.

“Well then maybe you should go and seek them out. Seems you’ll get along much better.” This was not how he expected you to react or respond to him at all.But he wouldn’t blame you for it. “Have..you found someone else. Is that why you want nothing to do with me.” You weren’t sure why but in your brain that was the perfect opportunity to get back at him.He needed to know that you weren’t so hopelessly desperate for him.He needed to know that even after all these years, he wasn’t the only option even if it was a lie. “Maybe. Though it’s not like that’s any of your business.” Out of the corner of your eye you see his body twitch.You’re neither confirming nor denying it.Which means the answer is all up to his imagination.

“You’ve got to be fucken kidding me. It hasn’t been long since I left..you’ve already got yourself someone new.” His hands grip at his clothes in anger while he looks down in shame.You know you shouldn’t even feel like laughing but you can’t stop the loud noise that escapes your throat.Almost choking with your cigarette in mouth you pull it out and cover your mouth disbelief. “I would’ve expected something like this from Satoru..but you?!” Roughly grasping at his face he gasps as he’s pushed even more against the wall.Eyes staring up at you in shock while trembling from your harsh treatment.

His back slightly sliding downward if it wasn’t for your arm picking up his waist. “You have the nerve to speak of us as if you weren’t the first to abandon me..and who did you run off too first?” Now he wanted to avoid eyes with you.After acting so confident when coming here, he was reduced to someone so pathetic in your presence.What should he do? What should he say to make you understand..to ease you down. “S-stop. I couldn’t tell you..please just let me explain.” Pressing his fists against your chest and gripping at your clothes to try and keep himself calm.

Though at his words you merely huffed, pushing yourself against him much more before shaking your head. “No..you had three years to do that. I think I’d prefer you make use of yourself now that you’re here.” Fiddling with his clothes you made sure to slide down your hand towards his exposed stomach.Pressing your hand down onto him and chuckling into his ear.He shivered at the hard push, legs trembling with need and arms still holding onto you.He didn’t know what you were feeling anymore.Mixed feelings maybe? You were still upset? Maybe you’d already forgiven him.It wasn’t until you uttered your next words that he let out a light sob.

“To the think I thought of building something with someone like you.” Lips soon enough frowning heavily from your mean words. What? You didn’t really mean that did you? Breathing in heavily he lifted his face to face you now.Lips trying to meet your own, though he wasn’t successful with you turning him to the side with a grip. “No. We won’t do that anymore.” Oh he felt like an idiot now. Thinking he’d finally come meet you and you’d accept him with open arms.These were the consequences of his own actions..so he’d just have to go through them.As long as you were close to him.That’s all that seemed to matter.

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“W-wait! F-fugh!! F-Fuck!! Mhng!” Turning his upper half back to face you, his hand desperately pushing against your abdomen to stop your pace from going so rough into him.Your thumbs were pressing against the fat of his ass while your fingers gripped at his trembling hips.Violently punching sob after sob out of him..your tip nudging so deeply into his womb.Seeing as he won’t stop your relentless pace, he quickly covers his face with his arm and cries louder.Drool leaking from the corner of his lips as your drilling into his tummy so roughly.

Seeing his long strands of hair fall apart on his shoulders.Separating from his neck and appealing his glistening neck to you.It only made you swallow down from the need of wanting to bite right into him.Claim him as yours right then and there..Your teeth inching to just bite anywhere you could.Deep enough to leave marks that’ll last until the next time he’d maybe seek you out.You weren’t even done with him now and you were already hoping for a next time.Maybe you were the pathetic one.His pretty cunt tugged at your cock so desperately, with a grip you could only imagine was trying its best to rip your cock off you.His fat cunt lips doing a nice job of sliding on your length nicely.

Wetting up your length so much it was almost pornographic how much he leaked on you.Though he hid his teary face away from you, the shaking of his hips never seemed to settle down.Moving those cute hips of his sensually, making sure to roll his hips down enough and get your cock to glide on his clit.He was so focused on getting enough pleasure there, that he jolted with a gasp when feeling your hand slap at his chest.Your fingers grope at the whole pec before tugging at it with two fingers.Suguru’s eyes rolled back in surprise at your pinch.

Mouth dropping open, he can feel the breeze of the cold air brushing past his wet cunt and he sniffles at the feeling.Cute grunts and moans thrown into the air, his face pressed against the cold hard bricks of the wall in front of the two of you.He wears a small stupid grin as if what’s happening to him now wasn’t too bad.Sure you were doing this because you were upset but..he’d be lying if he said his pussy wasn’t completely drenched because of how rough you were being.You were heavy in his walls.Ready to just leak out any minute now, ready to breed him nicely.

“N-need to cum! Y-you Need to cum!! Pl-please!” Suguru mewls with just a high pitch.He pleads. If he weren’t getting fucked silly by you right now he’s sure he’d be on his knees lapping at your cock in hopes you’d make him yours again.But poor Suguru could only wish and hope this could happen.It wasn’t until he heard a taunting laugh from you that he shuddered and clenched tighter onto you. “You still think I’m going to be stupid enough and claim a criminal like you again?..you can cum but, I won’t be filling you up anymore.” At those words alone Suguru let out a cry of protest.You could see how his backside clenched, tensing up from your mean promises.

With only an accuracy you could achieve, he felt how your tip kisses so aggressively against his sweet spot.His legs can’t help but to squirm and shake as he tries his best to stay on his feet and not fall forward.The thickness of your length filled him up to the brim as he was shaking so stupidly.Your hand taking a full grasp of his hair and tugging some of his strands to push him fully into the wall.His cheek squished against it and mouth letting dumb mutters escape.He missed the feeling of you manhandling him so much.He missed being bred by you, kissed, and loved. Suguru starts to hyperventilate remembering your times from before, he feels your hips and cock separate from his cunt before once again slamming back into him rougher.

He felt the drips of your pre-cum leak inside his throbbing pussy, happily squealing when he feels the little you gave him slide deeper inside of him.Hips shaking back and Arms pushing against the wall even more as he sobs his heart out for you.Suguru knows it’s a silly thought or maybe he’s been without your cock so long that he’s imagining things now.But he swears, he can even bet on it that he feels you got way bigger than you were last time.Who the hell was getting into your bed and getting to experience something that was only for him.Seething in jealousy, his teeth grit in anger at someone else sleeping with you..did you finish in them as well? Promise you’d give them your children..tell them they were your pretty wife like you’d tell him. “P-please..haaa! Just k-kiss me. Just o-One!”

Suguru whimpered. Before you could turn your head away from him, he hooked one arm around your shoulder and mushed his lips against yours.It was sad to see him just nudging them against each other..not having the courage or energy to even kiss you right fully.Feeling his cunt throb around you when he felt the vibration of your chuckle against his mouth.With a quick lick at your lips he already had you right where he wanted you.Your arms now wrapped around his waist, lips hungrily devouring his own.Tongues clashing against one other making a huge mess of spit all over your face.It seems Suguru wasn’t even concerned about drooling all over as he was.

Your fingers now pressing onto his stomach..in search of what you knew was already poking out of him.Finding that familiar bump in his stomach, you shoved yourself deeper down his throat and pressed down harshly on his tummy, the only thing between your hand and your tip being his stomach.With a violent spasm of his legs you had to hold him down with all your strength to keep him from moving off of you.Mewling into your mouth, he was quick to detach himself off the wall and wrap his other arm around your neck..fingers running through your hair and tugging at it almost possessively.

With a tilt of his head, he pulled himself off your lips and cried.Lapping at your lips and neck with his tongue..trying to taste every bit of you he could.Eyes staring at your face with glee noticing you’re starting to pick up your pace.His pretty cunt is already red from how violent your thrusts were.Not that he cared, since all he did was grind down onto your cock and wrap his legs around your waist.Meeting your thrusts half way and loving the feeling of sliding his pretty pussy down on you.Hugging so sweetly at you girth it almost made you want to pull out.You couldn’t keep giving into him..first with not talking to him, failed.Telling him you’d no longer kiss him like before, Failed.

Now here you were ready to spill inside of him any second now.He keeps mewling into your neck, nuzzling his face to try and pursue you with his cuteness to just stuff him full of your come.He needs his cute tummy to be bulging full of your warm load. “I-I’m sorry…please f-Forgive me! Ugnnh!! I’m sorry!!” Suguru pleaded for you to forgive him.He couldn’t last any longer..at his whiny voice you start getting frustrated with your thrust, bullying his cunt and sloppily pounding into it.His ankles were being pressing into your sides to hopefully get you to move even faster.

Eyes fluttering in shock he gasps while now gripping you even tighter.You were starting to worry now..immediately huffing and trying to push him off of you.But now it seems he had found his long lost strength back and wouldn’t move one bit. “Suguru..get off me.” Giving a steady warning but not doing anything from stoping your hips from moving.Its like he completely ignored you and only hummed out happily.Rubbing his cheek against your own lovingly, he knew what he was doing..he knew he’d soon be getting his way no matter what.With his legs and cunt clamped around you there was no way you’d escape from him.

“L-love you!! So much! Hng! Want you to fill m-me up please! Hurry up! Hurry up!!” Now for sure you stopped moving.It didn’t matter though, because suguru happily did all the bouncing needed to get you to finish inside him.Mouth gapping in shock and still desperately trying to push him off you, you felt yourself in the deepest parts of him before letting everything spill out inside of him.The thick spluttering of your cum now fully placed inside of him.Suguru could only laugh in victory.Your cock still twitching inside of him, throbbing as he sucked in everything you gave him.Looking down at the mess both of you created in disbelief, it’s only now that you’re seeing him for who he was.Back then he’d happily plead for anything you gave him..because you were giving it to him.

But now that you weren’t he didn’t mind taking it by force.Wigging himself on your length he chuckled and with his hand covering where both of you were connected. “I’m all yours again..gonna have your babies.” He breathes out..tongue licking at your cheek slowly as if to taunt you. “So you can’t go to anyone else okay? Just me..my pussy with take good care of you.” That haunting laugh of his rings in your ears, finally you’re aware of the side he didn’t want you to see..keeping it hidden so he wouldn’t scare you off.Its not like that mattered anymore.Now that once again he finally had you.

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REQUESTS

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[lonesome-king23]

We have a shit thrower today yall 👍

[lonesome-king23]

Lost two pens in a span of 10 minutes 😭

[lonesome-king23]

Round 2 of there are multiple Asians on floor but we all aren’t the same one

[lonesome-king23]

We are running on 3 hours of sleep for a 12 hour shift let’s goooo

[lonesome-king23]

RAGHH WHY DID I PICK UP AN EXTRA SHIFT RAHHHH

[dvlboy]

retribution

monster top reader,, minors fem alligned dni, tw under cut

tw: size kink extreme, monsterfucker bf, blood and light gore, barbed cock, belly bulge, cum inflation, manhandling LONG

he sat in a corner of the lab under a desk, quietly sobbing into his white lab coat, arms wrapped around his knees. the blaring noise of the alarm was the only noise that could drown out the sound of violence, squelching noises, and the sound of heavy and rough banging. the red lights that swirled in emergency only made him sob harder.

he was going to die here.

you were a test subject here, a monster captured and experimented on. he remembers when he first met you as an intern, you being a juvenile teen. lanky, but friendly and with the cutest nubs on your head. your species haven't been seen in a long time, so seeing even a juvenile was a surprise. he even remembers placing his hand against the plexiglass, and seeing you place your hand against his, a confused grin on your face. you had a humanoid face and figure, but thats where the similarities ended.

and in a sense what makes it most heartbreaking is that you two almost grew up together, its been years since those initial first days. and he watched you grow up into a full sized monster, the boy that was once his size now almost double. your body grew to what was a mature size for your species, around nine feet, and your body filled in with rigid muscle. but your personality shifted, aggression brewing into your veins at everyone but him. he doesn't remember how many times construction workers had to reinforce your closure, or how many times they had to lie to paramedics about how someone got brutally beat up.

he watched the abuse happen once-- a lab worker chaining you up and experimenting on you. he tried to stop it, but failed. he watched you snarl and try to fight off the effects of the drugs given to you, and it was the first time he had the balls to stand up to his superiors about your treatment. it ended up falling on deafen ears, and he would never be scheduled for one of your "experimentations" again.

yet he could see the damage being done, the bruises mentally and physically on you. he would sneak out of the other sections to feed you chocolate or whatever treats he had on him, or trying to consolidate you and your cries before his superiors found you and deemed you emotionally intelligent. he tried everything he could to try and help you, fearing what would happen if they ever took it too far. he even remembers you trying to pronounce his name, your deep rumbles slowly sounding out a foreign language. it was the only good thing about not having security cameras-- whatever happened between you two stayed between you two.

and the day finally came when you snapped. he actually brought some homemade cookies for you to try! it seemed like such a normal day, doing some mundane lab work, checking supply levels and such, waiting until his shift ended so he could enjoy some cookies with you. he bet that they would be puny looking on those massive hands of yours, and maybe you'd let him pet your hair like last time!

then he heard a scream, and the sound of banging get louder and louder, he peaked out of his office just in time to see your massive body raise your arms, and slam it against the thick plexiglass, the cracks getting bigger and bigger before it finally broke, shards clattering to the floor. you looked around, before finding the head scientist who was trying to escape before anyone else.

the rest was history. and soon he will be history too. no one could escape since the faculty locked down, and it was only a matter of time before he joins the rest of his foolish coworkers.

he could hear rattling of his locked door, and no doubt the sound of your annoyed huff. the rattling got louder before a thud was heard, and the light gust of wind from the door being punched down. you sniffed the air, looking around. he could feel his heartbeat in his throat, silently praying that you wouldn't notice him. he could see your massive feet covered in blood, bloody footprints trailing behind. the sniffing stopped and he tucked his head back in his knees.

then he felt your hand grab his clothed leg, and sweep him clean under the desk. there was no point fighting back, he had no weapons and you could crush him like a toothpick. he was just glad that you were the last one he'd see before his end, his favourite monster friend.

tears pooled in his eyes as he stared at your cold, unfeeling face. your almost nude body was covered in streaks of blood, and your knuckles were straight red. from the floor he turned his head, freezing at your growl but saw everything he needed to. the lifeless bodies of his coworkers on the floor lifeless, some ripped to shreds and others mutilated. the scent of blood radiating from you and the amount of crimson everywhere made him want to hurl.

he closed his eyes, took a deep coppery breath and waited for his end, shivering when you picked him up. he could feel your warm breath on his face, and the warmth of your hands. then he heard it, the soft uncertain calling of his name. it was slow, deep and rumbly and broken, but it was certainly his name. he opened his eyes to see those once cold eyes full of love for him, and you pulled him close to your chest, licking his face and nuzzling into his hair. he felt like a cat by the way you picked him up, and you were quick squish him against that generous chest of yours, not quite understanding the fragility of humans. he slapped your biceps when it got too tight and you instantly put him down, licking his face again and his body from some of the blood that got on him.

it was like the same lanky juvenile that he first met, with the same curiosity all those years ago, and that same crooked grin on your face.

he stood on his chair, watching as you stepped closer in curiosity, taking in the office and all the new scenery. when you got close enough he grabbed your face so delicately and kissed you on your cheek, trying to avoid the teeth or horns that you possessed. you let out a small grunt, before nuzzling back into his face, grabbing his waist and pulling him closer. he felt a mass brush against his leg, eyes widening when he saw your bulge brush against him, and a flush on your face. your massive body swung him around a few times and nuzzled into him again, before pulling him close again to kiss him on the lips, teeth clashing and a bit rough for his liking-- but he felt the love and want in your kiss.

you placed him delicately on his desk, your thick arm swiping everything off his table before your hands laid on his pants. the slow rumble of his name came out of your lips before you tried to undo his buttons, getting frustrated and almost popping his jeans clean off like the door. "..breed...," you pointed at him, "m--m..uuh.. m--mate.. w-wuh..w-want to b-bree-ed..?" it was hard to believe how many people you killed, for how cute you were. your other hand pulled the loincloth to the side, your thick, veiny, monstrous length popping out. no one has ever seen a penis of your species, or the apparent barbs on the main vein and around it. he could feel the damp heat on his leg before you pulled off his pants. he gulped, feeling the big dripping cock on his thigh, seeing how big you were compared to him.

"mm...w-warm.." you dragged the words on, grabbing him and pulling off all his clothes until he was in his underwear. your hand went to his ass, giving it a curious squeeze. then he felt you squeeze again and again, before clawing off his underwear until it was shreds. he could feel your tusks poke his hips as you licked his hole, spitting on it. everything felt so fast to him, but somehow he was fine with it. your tongue was long and forked, thick too. his hands gripped the corner of the table, him letting out a mewl at how your thick tongue scraped his walls. you grabbed his ass, pulling away to spit on his ass before diving back in.

you pulled away, your clawed hand poking at his hole, stretching it open to see if he was properly prepped enough to handle you. you flipped him over so that he was facing you, licking your lips while you stroked your cock, before placing it on top of his dick, watching how your cock dwarfed his, he gulped seeing the same thing.

"it won't fit!" he cried out to you, his hands pushing against the muscles of your thigh. "c-can...fit!....w-will fit!" you smiled at him, intertwining his hand with yours the best you could-- although his hand was too small.

you placed the head of your cock against his sloppy hole, stretching it with your fingers before slowly pushing in. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he moaned in pain, feeling your cock split him into two. he could feel everything, the blunt tip, or how your cock pulsed inside of him. he let out shaky moans every time he could feel the subtle ridges of your barbed cock sneak into him. sweat started to form on his forehead as he held your hand, unbelieving as to how big it felt inside of him.

your hips trembled as you grunted into the air, your native tongue spilling into the air. it was so tempting to just thrust everything in one go, use him until he was plump with your seed. yet somehow it felt nicer watching him come undone with your touch.

the scientist closed his eyes, not trusting his voice as he covered his mouth with his other hand. it seemed to upset you since you growled, and ripped off his hand from his mouth with your hand, those sharp nails scraping his skin. when you finally pushed all of your cock into him he sighed a breath of relief feeling those plump balls slap against his ass, wiggling around until he was comfortable with it nestled inside of him. he could feel you struggle to stay still against him, rolling your hips inside of him. "w-warm... tight.. b-best m...ma-ate..!" you pecked his face lightly, his thighs spreading around your thick muscles.

thrusting in and out was a struggle, he was so tight and warm and held onto you like a vice, so much so where you would be moving his body around instead of thrusting inside that pretty womb of his. you kissed his hand before removing your hand from his, placing both your hands on each of his thighs and pulling him towards you while you thrusted into him. he watched a metaphorical fire burn in your eyes, gulping when your hand grabbed his entire thigh, yelping at your actions. but it felt good, just unfamiliar. he looked down to see his stomach bulge, a shape distinctly similar to the tip of your cock deform his stomach. noise was ripped from his mouth whenever you dug deep inside of him, the feeling of his body making room for you igniting something inside of him.

you stayed like that, forcing your cock deep inside of him, scraping against those walls you were going to stain white, gripping his thighs with absolute resolve, stretching his hole and making him cry out every time you bulged his pretty stomach with a cock too big for him.

at some point he loosened up, enough for you to start thrusting at different angles. he was quivering, sweat dripping down his temple while you fucked him, white flashing in his eyes when you hit that spot inside of him, cum shooting his neglected cock. you paused right after he came on his stomach, one of your hands lifting to grab his spent cock with your pointer finger and thumb, "s-small... cute.." you cooed at him, rubbing his cock. his hands shot to your hand stroking him, but you were too strong for him.

the danger of having such a "dangerous" being fucking him was like the forbidden fruit to him, and seeing that big curious face of yours while you fucked him was the cherry on top. his moans got louder, your hands pumping his small overstimulated cock while you pounded his ass, slick noises coming from the two of you. he heaved, took a deep breath and shuttered out another load, albeit smaller.

your finger swiped his cum, a curious look on your face before you put it in your mouth, confused at the taste. but it didn't stop you from pounding him, holding him down and in place.

in all honesty he forgot what happened after that, breathless moans from his lips, the smell of copper and the look of red lights blurring. all he focus on was you. the pleasure melted his brain, and all he could feel was your big veiny cock making room inside of him, or the scent of you that was once overwhelmed by the smell of blood. time seemed to blend in with him, but certainly not for you.

you made sure to savour every moment. this was why you needed to escape, this was why you slaughtered them all. he was your mate, yours. the only reason why you were even found in the first place was to try and continue your bloodline, a dying species. you were going to make sure he was nice and plump with your seed, and make up for all the courting rituals you didn't have the chance to do. you flipped him over, manhandled him with your size, pressed against him. he had that same, fucked out expression on his face, blabbering out words you didn't understand.

he seemed to sober up from your cock when you started getting faster, thrusts more feverish and erratic, cock pulsing inside of him. he could feel the barbs he easily forgot about start to fill with blood and raise, popping in and out, digging into his ass when you fucked him. you reached over and kissed him, slobbering on his mouth before you grunted into his mouth, the barbs fully raising and forcing your cock deep inside of him.

you tried your best to pick him up, and move him to your lap with the barbs and cock inside of him. he sat and heaved head rolling back to lay on your bare chest when he felt the thick, warm and viscous liquid start to pump into his guys, the barbs making him whimper in pleasure and pain. your hands grabbed and secured him, wrapping loosely around his waist while you licked his hair and face, mewling into his ear in delight. he could feel his stomach really start to bulge, cum flooding his guts and making him feel lightheaded. it felt never ending, thick ropes shooting into him, filling him up like a balloon, or like an undersized toy. his hands weakly clawed your arms and he tried to stand up, but the light warning growl was enough for him to stop. he heaved, gagged, the liquid too much for him. and when it got too much, he blacked out.

when he woke up the two of you were in a cave, your warm body snuggled into him as you cradled his stomach with your hand, soft cock still lodged inside. you were snoring softly, letting out little grunts when he grabbed your cock and pulled it out of him. he groaned lightly to not disturb you, the cum that covered his insides oozing out of his wrecked, gaped hole. he tried to get up, but you pulled him closer, pressing him against that bare, plush and warm chest of yours.

oh well, he could figure it all out once you woke up, but for now he just snuggled back into your warm embrace, the fucking session of your heat exhausting him.

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this could be anyone u want it to be