— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL, YANDERE BEHAVIOUR, OBSESSED BEHAVIOUR, SOFT YANDERE I GUESS, MINOR DESCRIPTION OF VIOLENCE.
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☆ ┈ Okay, let's see what we have here.
☆ ┈ Bittergiggle, in my opinion, is not as dangerous a yandere as other cases. He's more..unpredictable, and that is his danger.
☆ ┈ He poses a danger to you specifically only before the disobedient ones have been released. After that, he won't even be able to think about hurting you.
☆ ┈ Since his presence in the kingdom is not welcome, it was difficult to get news about what was happening in the kindergarten..That's why he found out about your existence quite late.
☆ ┈ You know, since you were walking next to the Sheriff at that moment, Bittergiggle considered you a possible obstacle..He didn't want you to be his enemy, honestly! Let's pretend it didn't happen? Please?..
☆ ┈ He doesn't want to remember about those times, full of mistakes...
☆ ┈ In fact, the whole point begins only after the events of GOB 4, unless you have managed to attract his attention when you have not yet become allies.
☆ ┈ The moment he managed to tell a joke to the queen, for example. Even if it's a slight smile or a nervous little laugh, it won't go unnoticed.
☆ ┈ However, at that moment it was too late to do anything..But at least you got his interest.
☆ ┈ ..Did you like it? Really? Really really? He was 101% sure that people were too dull to understand his jokes..Was he wrong?
☆ ┈ ..Perhaps he should have focused on making those he could laugh, rather than the queen?
☆ ┈ It's too late to think about it now..It's worth focusing on what's happening right now.
☆ ┈ In my opinion, Bittergiggle would be a dependent, protective, jealous, clingy yandere.
☆ ┈ He wants as much of your attention as possible (preferably all of it), because practically no one else has treated him friendly, so he devotes all his time to trying to spend it with you.
☆ ┈ He tries to accompany you everywhere. You are an ordinary human, even if you are physically strong, it is dangerous for you to be alone! He doesn't want anything to happen to you while he's not around :'(
☆ ┈ ..And just between you and me: Bittergiggle is terrified at the thought that you will find the company of someone else more tempting than his.
☆ ┈ Every time he sees someone next to you, he gets hysterical. Either it's because he's afraid he's got a rival, or he's afraid you might get hurt
☆ ┈ ..Although Bittergiggle is not the strongest case, he is definitely ready to fight with someone for you. On the one hand, it has saved you several times, on the other hand, he can also attack those who are not going to harm you.
☆ ┈ Of course, it may seem to you that he's getting too clingy, but he always has excuses like "It's too dangerous to walk alone, we should be together!"
☆ ┈ You know, when more than half of the cases want to kill you anyway, it's kind of hard to refuse an ally..
☆ ┈ Bittergiggle has always wanted company and at least someone he can make laugh, he just needs to have someone around. And now, when you're the only one who doesn't mind having him around, he's ready to cling to you like a lifeline..Which, in fact, you are for him.
☆ ┈ Although the situation in kindergarten is pretty damn tense, you still need a break sometimes, and he often reminds you of that. And hey, he's here to keep you company!
☆ ┈ Bittergiggle wants to know more about you, to find out what's on the surface..But, eh, you're not very talkative. Well, never mind, he can handle it!
☆ ┈ He mostly talks, because, ah, you know that the player is silent, but if you suddenly say something, he will immediately shut up and listen to you, and will push you to chat with him.
☆ ┈ He tries to help you with everything, hoping that you will thank him or at least smile at him. He wants you to smile especially!! For him, there is no more beautiful sight than a smile on your face.
☆ ┈ And so, uh..He heard that you're here for your child. Can you tell him what they look like? Or show them? Maybe he saw them or something.. (OR he dream that the three of you can become a happy family?)
☆ ┈ Bittergiggle, as I said, is not a particularly dangerous yandere, since he mostly behaves passively, but this does not mean that he is harmless.
☆ ┈ He likes to lying about other mascots to you, making fun of them or making them worse than they are, he is quite scandalous, and if someone doesn't like the way he always around, he just grabs you and runs away.
☆ ┈ It is difficult to get him to be seriously angry, but when it happens, it happens quite violently. Bittergiggle causes injuries that usually can't be cured...(like gouge out their eyes or something equally nasty)
☆ ┈ However, the problem is that this usually happens when someone attacks you and you see all the things they are quite capable of...Annoying, right?
☆ ┈ ..Ahem, let's pretend that it didn't happen? After all, he was protecting you, it was a necessary measure! strangling that damn monster was also necessary
☆ ┈ Oh, by the way, there seemed to be something interesting in that room, let's go take a look!
☆ ┈ He also constantly tells you jokes in the hope that it will cheer you up! To tell the truth, from what he's heard, you've been through quite a lot, and he'd like to cheer you up in some way.
☆ ┈ You also get a new friend in the form of a Kittysaurus. Yayy! She may have been aggressive at first, but in such difficult moments, everyone gets closer just to be safe, and seeing you next to a jester, she absolutely doesn't mind.
☆ ┈ How the story will develop further, I have only 2 options:
☆ ┈ The first is that the moment he decides that it might be worth joining the Naughty ones, you would have been able to dissuade him, it would have been enough just to drag him away from there, and he would become an even more clingy bastard, arguing with everyone (especially Syringeon) who is just standing with you.
☆ ┈ Second, he will transform anyway, but instead of trying to kill you when you are in Cityngeon, he will try to drag you away with him.
☆ ┈ Maayybeee he lost his mind..But not love for you.
— "Hey hey HEY!! ..You seem, uh, sad."
— "Oh, I know! How about we stop here for a while and I'll tell you a few jokes? It will make you feel better, I promise! That's how this one sounds like.."
Энджин • Piss
Он фрик. Ему нравится экспериментировать. Поэтому его член в тебе, уже как час. Настоящая пытка. Несколько оргазмов, а он все не успокаивается;
Он шепчет тебе, что ему приятно, когда ты извиваешься. И будто бы специально надавливает тебе на живот;
Ты уже молишь Энджина отпустить тебя в туалет. Сдерживать мочевой пузырь уже трудно, вот-вот можешь описаться. Полное унижение перед ним, вся в слезах, сжимаешь мышцы, лишь бы горячая жидкость не полилась по бедрам;
Но ему хочется, чтобы ты это сделала. Сидя на его коленях, с разведёнными ногами. Его пальцы натирают твой клитор. И с каждой секундой сдерживаться очень сложно. Приближаясь к очередному оргазму что-то щелкает в твоей голове и вместе с твоим возбуждением и спермой парня из тебя вытекает струя мочи. По твоему лицу стекают слезы, а за спиной слышен смех парня.
Джаббер • Hot wax
В общем как-то так вышло, что Джаббер лежит под тобой. У тебя в руках чаша со свечой. В темной комнате из освещения только окно без штор и твоя свеча;
Его глаза были направлены прямо на тебя, немного сощуренные, лукавые. Он сильно прикусывал губу и тихонько хихикал. Когда очередная капля касалась его голой кожи он немного ёрзал;
Ты сидела на нем сверху, крепко держа его бедрами на одном месте, но он точно не стал бы сбегать. Рука со свечой двигалась от его шеи, дальше грудь, потом живот и заново, задерживаясь на особо чувствительных местах. Восковые следы красиво размазывались на его сухой коже;
Как же он кайфовал от этого всего, дополнительно потираясь своим стояком об твою одетую пизду. Единственное о чем он жалел, что снял только рубашку, и только с себя.
Гоб • Art romantic
Гоб находит эстетику в беспорядке. Искусство - понятие растяжимое. Все имеет место быть красивым. Как и краски на теле;
Кисти в краске выводят узоры на коже, губы оставляют следы, мольберт расположеный под вами преображается в произведение искусства. Его глаза восхваляют тебя всю;
Два тела, слившихся воедино, расписали весь мольберт, создав что-то абстрактное. Довольные и уставшие, сами измазавшиеся в краске. Может кто-то и догадывается, каким образом создаются картины Гоба, но он держит это в секрете лишь между вами. Осталось только понежиться в горячей ванной, оттирая цветные небосводы на телах друг друга.
Тамзи • Shibari
(база, я знаю) Синие нити, красиво завязаны в узлы по всему телу. Давяще-приятное ощущение. В глазах Тамзи блестело что-то опасное;
Все тело держалось на одном колене, уткнувшемся в кровать. Руки перевязаны за спиной. Вторая нога, поднятая и привязанная за колено к потолку, бессильно висела, обнажая самые сокровенные части. До ужаса стыдно и приятно, склизкое вожделение медленно капало на простыни;
Тамзи подполз со спины. Его ладонь легла на внутреннюю поверхность приподнятого бедра, неспешно скользя к центру. Каждое прикосновение было методичным, медленным, растирая алые следы от узлов. Когда его пальцы наконец нашли то, что искали, ты нервно застонала;
Он шептал на ухо, пока вдалбливался в тебя, "Красиво", "Как красиво". Как подвесная игрушка, без возможности двигаться, тебе оставалось лишь взмаливаться перед парнем. Он с радостью помогал дойти до пика, однако остановится он лишь когда ему самому вздумается. А пока виси дальше.
Warnings: 18+, teasing, hand jobs, begging, riding, creampie.
Notes: Gob's a precious little sweetie-pie and I want to hold him close forever. Writing smut for him always tends to bring out a certain side of me because he makes me want to protect and baby him...but also overstimulate him until he cries. I hope y'all are picking up what I'm putting down. Enjoy.
Gob almost seemed to be a different person now that he'd grown into himself.
After Moriarty's "untimely" death, which you firmly denied any and all involvement in, even when the ghoulish bartender directly asked you, he'd taken a good long while to start to come out of his shell. During that period, you'd tried your best to give him personal space, to support him in the ways he needed you to while still giving him room to grow.
It had been a test of your patience and will to avoid trying anything romantic with him, especially as you could sense that he'd likely be open to it. However, you wanted him to choose you with a clear mind, because he wanted you, not because he knew you wanted to be with him or because he was afraid of feeling alone in the world. Thankfully, your dedication had paid off, and you'd been together happily for almost a year.
He was still the same man you'd first met at his core, but it truly warmed your heart to see him start to become more social, more assertive when he needed to be. Though he was still rather skittish at times, and disliked confrontation, he had become rather adept at standing up for himself. Overall, he was much more relaxed, as well, even if the stress of running the business he'd inherited obviously wore on him. He no longer flinched when you put your hands on him, even when he wasn't anticipating your touch. Sometimes, he even initiated intimacy on his own, which had been a big deal the first time it had happened.
Your thoughts were occupied by him, as always, while you wound your way through the little town of Megaton.
Things were already closed up for the night when you approached the bar, but you used the key you'd been given to unlock the front door and slip inside. The place was a bit eerie when it was completely silent, the lack of humming voices and chair legs scraping across the floor strangely loud.
"Who goes there?" a scratchy voice asked playfully as Gob appeared from behind the bar. You chuckled in reply.
"Nobody special!" you insisted, hands flying up in playful surrender. He smiled at the sight.
"You're so wrong." he said, wiping away at the sticky counter top.
"And you're so sweet." you replied, hanging your outer jacket on a peg by the door and rolling up your sleeves. As usual, you helped him finish up the little bit of remaining work, stacking chairs on tables and running across the floor with a mop. There was a companionable silence between the two of you as you went along, but you could feel your lover's eyes digging into your back (and backside) as you worked. Teasing, you arched your back dramatically as you bent to gather some litter from the under a table. You swore you could hear a quiet growl of frustration as you did.
"About finished?" you asked as you saddled up behind him where he was jotting some notes down at the bar. Your hand rubbed across his chest, and you felt him shiver pleasantly.
"Probably closer than I should be." he teased, and you giggled, giving the slight tongue of his belt that stuck out a tug.
"Let's go upstairs, then." you murmured into what was left of his ear.
Whatever he was scribbling on was abandoned on the counter top as he turned and followed you up the stairs.
As you passed the utility closet that once doubled as Gob’s room, tugging him along behind you, you couldn't help but notice the door was shut. It usually was any more. He didn’t seem to like having to look at his old quarters, and you didn’t blame him. It was depressing for even you to stand in there and think about all the years he'd spent sleeping in there, hiding, recovering from beatings and beratements. Your heart dropped for a moment, but you batted those thoughts away, squeezing his rough hand in your own as you guided him into the back office. It wasn't much—an old bed, a terminal, and a steamer trunk. It did have a window, however.
"Man, I need to replace that mattress." he said, raising what was once his nose into the air as you pulled the door closed behind you. "It reeks of Moriarty in here, still."
Your heart ached as he spoke; he sounded bitter, disgusted, and rightfully so. Years of his life and labor had been stolen away from him, and, while his functional immortality meant he had time to make up for those lost years, he’d never truly get them back. Your understood the pain of mourning time spent in captivity.
Silently, his hands found your waist, pulling you the rest of the way into him as he hugged you tightly. Quickly, you wound your own arms around his neck and held him back, resting your cheek against his chest. You stood quietly like for a long time, just holding one another and soaking in the comfort you gained. The little tingle in your core that had started downstairs had ceased a bit, but hadn't disappeared completely, and you breathed in the smell of him. You let your nails skim up and down his back, something you knew he liked, and he let out a pleased sigh.
"Feel a little better?" you asked gently, lips brushing his throat.
He nodded and nuzzled his face against you, setting a few sweet kisses along your cheek, tracing a path to your lips. Your heart raced a bit at the contact, but you kept steady, your own movements slow, letting him lead. Thankfully, he seemed to still be harboring some of the arousal he'd been feeling down at the bar, too, one hand snaking down to gently grab at your ass as he deepened the kiss. You felt your eyebrows quirk up at the feeling, and you moved to cup the back of his head as you responded in kind.
As your tongues wrestled for control, his hand found your wrist and tugged your hand downward, pressing it insistently against the burgeoning bulge in his jeans. You gasped a little though your nose at his actions, surprised at how bold he'd begun to grow as you'd become more familiar with one another. It made your heart flutter with joy, but also made your gut clench with desire.
Your hand stroked at his growing erection with somewhat uncoordinated pets, struggling to keep a consistent motion between the head-spinning way he was kissing you, the surprise at his about-face in demeanor and confidence, and the way your arm was sort of trapped between your bodies. You didn’t notice his own free hand snaking down to pull at the button of his pants, only slightly aware of the sound of his fly coming down before his unclothed cock was suddenly pressing into your palm. You pulled back, gasping against his lips as she did; his own immediately moved down your jaw, his face tucking into the crook of your neck to lick and suck at the skin there. You shivered in response, feeling electric zaps from your ear to your core.
“Oh, baby…” you moaned in surprise, your knees wobbly. You felt his hand groping you though your shirt, running his calloused fingertip over your hard nipple.
As your fingers wrapped around his shaft, his chest rumbled with a sound that ripped out of his throat as a snarl when you gave him a full stroke from base to tip, feeling him harden further and throb noticeably. His teeth were nipping at your earlobe, and your skin was covered in goosebumps in response.
"Somebody's eager." you giggled breathlessly, managing to pull yourself back a few inches while still maintaining your firm grip on his cock.
"Thought about you all day." he breathed, hips pumping against your hand and finding no real friction, to his visible dismay.
"I thought about you all day, too." you said, leaning back in to place a few kisses under his chin, making him moan again.
"God, please touch me. " he begged.
"I am touching you, silly." you replied, unable to keep the sinister grin off of your face as he groaned miserably. His head dropped to your shoulder, and he clung to you, already unsteady on his feet as all the blood rushed from his brain.
"Why don't we move over to the bed?" you suggested, taking a half step away to see how easily he'd follow. It was no task at all to literally lead him by his cock across the room, pushing him down onto his back and sitting on the edge beside him. He looked up at you, starry-eyed. It was fun to be able to be a tad rough with him, though nothing too crazy or disrespectful, obviously. Even if you were a sadist, you didn't think you'd have it in you to be mean to such a pure, kind spirit as Gob.
Giving him a little show, you stripped out of your clothes, the warm air of the room rather nice against your skin as you climbed your way up the mattress...which did smell somewhat like Colin Moriarty's cologne. You wrinkled your nose at the odor, though you were impressed that your companion had been able to detect it from all the way across the room.
There was a hopeful glint in his eye as you leaned down to kiss him, but it was a quick, chaste thing that ended with him sitting halfway up in an attempt to chase after your mouth as you set to undressing him, as well. He squirmed a bit as you went about your work, still rather uncomfortable in his fully nude body. You hadn't had too detailed a discussion of your sexual pasts, as you sensed a hesitation there on his side, but you knew he'd always had a certain issue with full-on nudity, even before he became a ghoul.
Mindful of his feelings, you stripped him out of his shirt, pausing a moment to rub your cheek affectionately against his scarred pectoral, before tugging off his belt and tossing it aside. You left his pants on, already fallen down far enough on his hips that you could get where you needed to go without removing any more.
He cried out your name in surprise when you reached out and began stroking him again, using some of the fluid that had leaked from him to ease your movements. Curled up on your hip beside him, you watched him closely as he twitched and tried to fuck up into your grip, your other hand steadying his hip to keep him pressed flat.
"You're so hot." you said absentmindedly, taking in the sight of him so pitiful and needy under your touch.
He whimpered at your tone.
"Will you fuck me now?" he breathed. "I'm so close."
A shiver went down your spine and turned up the ache between your legs.
"Mmm, ask me again, sexy." you smiled, licking your lips as you petted at him. "You beg so nicely."
"Please fuck me." he repeated, voice trembling with anticipation as you rearranged your body on top of him, legs framing his hips as you hovered over his cock.
"Again."
"Please, please, please, please fuck me, baby. Please." he sobbed into your chest, which you pushed into his face as you leaned forward enough to reach beneath you and give him a few more careful strokes. His forehead rubbed against your skin, and your free hand cradled him lovingly.
"Very good." you praised, sinking yourself down onto his leaking erection in one decisive move. Gob's entire body jolted beneath you, and for a moment you thought he was going to cum already. He managed to back away from the edge, however, eyes huge as he drew in several deep, steadying breaths.
Both of you let out steady moans as you adjusted to the feeling of one another. When your hips began to move, those moans only grew louder.
"Oh, Gob." you moaned, bouncing yourself as enthusiastically on his cock as your spinning head would allow you. Your whole body was flush and hot and every inch of you tightened further with each passing second. Though you'd been big and bad only a few minutes prior, you were already struggling to keep your grip on your sanity and you balance on top of him.
Grunting, you leaned forward again, one hand slipping between your bodies again to touch yourself as the other helped you balance yourself against his chest. He trembled under you, whining at the sight, and dug his fist into the sheet.
"Please." he huffed out suddenly.
"Please what?" you asked, your hand steady against your flesh as you ground yourself down onto him hard.
"Please let me cum." he said chin tucked and eyes screwed shut.
You clenched around him hard in arousal at his submissiveness, and you stroked his cheek.
"Beg."
Gob's head flopped back onto the pillow behind him, hands moving to grip at your hips where they rubbed against his and holding you so hard you almost couldn't move.
"Please, please, please, please!" he pleaded, no more than a whisper repeated over and over again as if it were some sort of life-saving mantra. You gripped at the little bit of hair that remained on his head and held him steady for a deep kiss.
"Cum for me." you demanded when you pulled away, his pleading words still filling the air as his body began to twitch and tighten beneath yours. You could feel the heat of him pulsing inside you as you began to crest your own peak, slumping against him.
"Alright...can we cuddle some more now?" he asked, eyeballing you hopefully, as if you'd ever turn him down for anything. Teasing, you put your index finger to your cheek as if you were considering it. You hummed in thought, curling your exhausted body around his and putting your ear to his chest. The steady beat of his heart was a comforting patter in your mind as you let your eyes close.
gob didn't think that you were interested in him at first. you wouldn't be the first smoothskin to try and butter him up and get something from him. it was pathetic how he always seemed to fall for any semi-decent person's honeyed words. you'd think he'd stop falling for it decades ago, but that part of him that he tried to keep buried deep down inside couldn't help but long for that so-called special person.
it was far too easy for him to grow attached to you. someone who didn't treat him like a monster for merely existing. he began to idolize you in a way. you were different from most smoothskins he had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting. you accepted him, not tolerated. he could see it in the way you talked to him. hell, you even touched him— a damn ghoul, like he wasn't a monster without flinching.
for some reason, you kept showing up to this dingy bar with a smile. he entertained the thought that maybe you were actually coming just for him. you weren't dumb, that he was sure of. there were better places that didn't overcharge for that piss moriarty called beer. ones that didn't have ghouls whose appearance disgusted customers. ones that didn't have him. a ghoul, latching onto scraps of kindness.
slowly, he grew used to your presence. he began to crave it, even. the soft words shared between the two of you, the fleeting touch of your hands, ones that didn't bring him pain. it got to a point where he couldn't ignore the signs right in front of him. you wanted him. you honestly wanted him, ruined flesh and all.
the way you always managed to be in his orbit made him sweat. the parts that still could, at least. he wasn't used to someone wanting to be around him unless they wanted to mock him or assault him. he couldn't help but second-guess himself, waiting for the other shoe to drop—for this, your attraction to him, the relationship you claimed you wanted with him, to be some sick joke to humiliate him.
he waited, and waited… and nothing changed. you didn't treat him differently. it felt like a dream half the time. seeing your face in the bar was a reprieve from all the other customers. the casual touch of your hands as he fills your glass. the twinkle in your eye as you stared up at him. he could feel it. the affection that you hold for him.
he grew more confident with you, practically preening from your attention. it was evident in his behavior. he began to say things he never had the gall to say, not to a smoothskin. the words rolled off his tongue a bit smoother, not so clumsy as they did when your relationship was new. the touches shared between you two came easily, more frequently. he didn't startle or flinch away at the feeling of your touch against him anymore.
he didn't feel like a secret or some weird fetish that you'd indulge in and throw away once you had your fill. it feels right having you by his side. maybe you were the piece he was missing after all.
cómo el afecto puede sobrevivir incluso cuando la confianza muere
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Sheriff Toadster x reader
Es imposible saber con certeza qué ocurre dentro de la mente del sheriff Toadster. Pero hay algo indiscutible: sufre de un conflicto interno.
Y ese conflicto eres tú.
Te odia porque necesita hacerlo.
Porque si dejara de odiarte, su sistema moral se vendría abajo. Aceptar que no fuiste la “mala” significaría aceptar que él fue injusto. Y eso es algo que no estaba preparado para enfrentar.
Debió ir a buscarte en cuanto escapaste el día de tu ejecución.
Eso habría sido lo correcto.
Eso habría sido lo que hace un buen sheriff.
En lugar de eso, se quedó sentado en su oficina durante horas, mirando al suelo, pensando en ti.
No sabe a dónde fuiste.
Desapareciste tras la explosión.
Ni siquiera sabe si sigues con vida.
Se repite que, si estás muerta, entonces ya no es su responsabilidad. Después de todo, ya no eres su compañera.
Se lo dice una y otra vez, como si la repetición pudiera convertirlo en verdad. Como si no extrañara la idea de tenerte a su lado de nuevo.
A veces cree oír tus pasos.
Se gira, convencido de que esta vez sí serás tú.
Nunca lo eres.
Pero hay algo de lo que está seguro.
Volverán a verse.
Quizá cuando el caos se calme.
Quizá cuando todo tenga sentido otra vez.
Quizá cuando pueda mirarte sin tener que decidir si protegerte… o entregarte.
No sabe cómo será ese reencuentro.
Si lo mirarás con rencor.
Si lo evitarás.
Si aún le tendrás miedo.
Solo sabe que ocurrirá.
Y que, cuando pase, esta vez… no dudará.
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Me encanta el conflicto que llevan ambos; quiero decir, ya no sabes si la protagonista puede confiar en él o no, porque no sabe cuál versión tendrá frente a ella.
cw: thigh riding, p in v, small amount of praise i think, fem pronouns used, short
nsfw below the cut!!!!
it was just the two of you in the model home. a very rare instance considering the crowded family. michael was at work, maeby and george michael at school and lindsay was supporting tobias at another audition he definitely wouldn't secure. just you and gob, sitting beside eachother watching tv in the living room. but something was off. something was growing in you. maybe it was your subconscious telling you to take advantage of the vacant house or perhaps the way that gob was laying, revealing some of his toned torso that got you so riled up. nevertheless you could feel yourself growing more and more exasperated. he hadn't noticed the glances you had been taking, far too engrossed in the show on tv. but you couldn't take it. you needed him.
you started slow, trying to get his attention. you moved closer to him, your legs now touching. he just shifted his arm around you. the closeness made you grow even more amorous. you kissed his cheek lightly.
"what was that for?" he questioned, not in a mean way, just confused.
"i just.. missed you." you replied breathlessly. he still wasn't taking the hint.
gob shuffled a little more, his shirt lifting to uncover more of his abdomen. shit. it was too much.
you kissed his cheek again, then moved down to his lips, then, started to trail down his neck and collarbone. oh. he finally got it.
"ohh, so you missed me that much?" he groaned and smirked down at you. "well why don't you come show me how much you've missed me then?" his voice husky.
you looked at him, a little confused. he patted his thigh, signalling for you to come sit. you blushed.
you made yourself comfortable, knees on each side of his leg for support.
"go on then, show me." as he spoke he lightly jolting his thigh upwards, providing some friction to your throbbing clit, you let out a soft whimper. the action was enough motivation for you to begin rocking back at forth, desperate for some relief. it was hard to get through clothed material, though.
you arched your back, contiuning to rock and let out small moans and mewls.
gob whispered out gentle praise and encouragement, 'you like that?', 'keep going.', 'good girl', 'you look so hot like this.'
his words threw you over the edge, leaning your head back and letting out a string of moans and 'yes, yes!' as you came.
gob enveloped you in a kiss, wet and hungry. "im sure that wasn't as good as the real thing." he teased. "wouldn't you want that instead?"
"please." you softly begged.
gob was also craving, evident by his hard cock, forming a tight tent in his trousers. he couldn't tease any longer, he couldn't wait. he swiftly gripped your hips and dragged you beneath him. he frantically pulled you trousers and your now soaked underwear off, carelessly throwing them somewhere. he pulled his own trousers down, then his underwear. his dick sprang free. leaking pre-cum, aching. he pumped himself a few time before spreading your legs and thrusting into you.
he tried to start slow but his movements quickly became more hurried and sloppy. he reached a hand up your shirt to grope your tits. he groaned in your ear. he was loud, even whimpering at the way you clenched around him though he would never admit to it later. his thrusts grew sporadic.
"i'm- m'gonna" he slurred before quickly pulling out and cumming on your shirt. you came once more, moaning, clenching around nothing, thankfully.
he lay ontop of you, panting before sitting up and pulling you into his chest.
"you still miss me now?" he asked, smirking. he was trying to sound alluring. it came off a little stupid. you smiled.
