"Well, now that we've got you on the channel, we wanted to ask you what it's like being back?" Ethan sits in an arm chair in his living room. Mark sits across from him, and on the loveseat between them is John Lennon. The fob in Ethan's hand is stretched out in front of John's mouth.
"i can't say it's too much different, although me old life was better... the void of death was quite soothing" His eyebrows twitch as he speaks, obviously reminiscing on the afterlife. His hands fidget slightly in his lap.
"oh yeah? what was death like, seeing as you're the only person come back to life?" Ethan glances curiously, eager at finding an answer to the age-old question "is there an afterlife?"
John looks at Ethan with a, quite literally, dead stare. His eyes pale and slowly decompose away. Ethan jumps away in his chair and turns to look at Mark, only to find darkness. He spins around and the room is dark. The fob in his outstretched hand was missing, he widens his palm to search for any evidence of the microphone, only to find nothing. The fob wasn't in his hand to begin with.
Ethan stands in the center of this dark world, no end or beginning in sight.
â âSleepinâ with somebody makes nothing better, just ignites my loneliness.â
âââââââââââ.â ..ââź
Description: Garroth doesnât invite people over with the express intent to sleep with them. That being said, heâs not sure how he ended up sleeping with you but heâs not one to complain. || ONESHOT, SMUT (Size Difference, Overstimulation, M!SoftDom)
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WC: 2.5k
CW: Strong Sexual Themes | NSFW
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âAre you⊠ahâŠâ Garroth can feel himself melting into your touch. The hand you hold against his face is so warm. So calming. It almost makes him forget that his cock is buried deep inside of you. Almost, but not quite. âI canât think straight. Thatâs how good youâre making me feel.â
As Garroth admires your flushed expression, he canât help but wonder how things ended up this way. Heâd be doing you a huge disfavour if he didnât admit to how beautifully captivating you are, but heâd be doing himself a disfavour by saying he knew what he was doing. Itâs not like the boy is completely clueless, heâs had sex before, but heâs never had a one night stand.
Until tonight, it seems.
It isnât very often that a group of young adults partake in a game of seven minutes in heaven - not in Garrothâs opinion, anyway. That kind of thing is usually reserved for teenagers and college-goers, not for something like a block party.
Target demographic aside, Garroth found it strange that such a game would get started at a time like this. He found it even stranger that his group of friends would set up this kind of game, much less the fact that he found himself being shoved into a dark closet without his consent. As it goes, it was a similar story on your side, too.
Despite what many outsiders might assume, you and Garroth decided to skip the kissing and the awkward silence to partake in some pleasant small talk instead. It was one of the best decisions Garroth has ever made.
To be honest, Garroth isnât sure how he hadnât met you earlier! Someone like you, who he could only think to describe using compliments, was a genuine joy to be around. He was thrilled that you decided to stick around and chat after the two of you were released from the confines of the closet - even more so when you accepted his offer to walk home together.
It came as a surprise to Garroth that, despite meeting you at a block party, you didnât, in fact, live on the block. You only came clean with this information after the two of you had walked around the entire block for the third consecutive time.
At first you were too embarrassed to admit that the person who promised to be your host had left earlier in the night, but time has a funny way of bringing out the truth. An early exit isnât usually a problem but you were 90% certain that your host was engaging in some fun you werenât keen on overhearing.
Being the person he is, Garroth obviously offered to let you stay at his place. Sure, the boy may have two roommates but his door has a lock!
Garrothâs grip on the bedsheets tightens as he attempts to maintain his self-control. As much as he wants to pull himself close to you, he doesnât dare lay his hands on you - lest the boy accidentally end up hurting you. Heâs already sizably larger than you, not to mention his abnormal strength.
But oh, how good he feels every time he sinks deep into your cunt. Feeling you around his length is like nothing heâs ever known. Itâs addictive; so very damn addictive.
Your hand slips from Garrothâs face as you gingerly bite down on the side of your hand. Every thrust of the boyâs hips causes another quiet sound to slip past your lips. It feels good - you feel good - but you canât help but feel like the boy is not enjoying himself quite as much as you are. Itâs as though every movement he makes is made in an effort not to go too far.
You turn your gaze up to the boy. His expression looks tense and sweat lines his hairline. You try to open your mouth to speak but the quiet, involuntary moans choke out the words you want to say.
Embarrassed, you turn your head and tuck your face into the pillow.
Having your eyes closed seems to make the boyâs hesitance all the more clear. It almost feels like heâs faltering before every move he makes. Even after getting this far, you canât help but fear the worst.
Youâll be the first to admit that getting thrown into the closet with the cute blonde was the best thing that couldâve happened to you, but even that was something that he didnât have much choice in. He offered you a place to stay since your friend was nowhere to be seen, but it never seemed like he had intentions to sleep with you. It was only after you suggested it that he went along. Was he just trying to spare your feelings? Is the boy not actually enjoying himself?
Despite the flaring uncertainty that festers in your stomach, you put your hand against the boyâs chest and give him a small shove. âW-wait.â
Upon hearing your request, Garroth stops himself immediately. Has he done something wrong? He certainly hopes not. If the look on your face is anything to go off of then, well, itâs probably best that he just asks you straight up. âAre you okay?â He asks, noticing how you refuse to meet his gaze.
âYeah, Iâm okay. Itâs just thatâŠâ
Despite the ache and desire to continue, Garroth quickly pulls away. âIâm so, so sorry! I hurt you, didnât I? Good Irene, I shouldâve been more careful-â
âNo, thatâs not it at all!â You assure the boy. You donât try to pull him back in, but you do sit up beside him. âI just⊠I wanted to make sure you were okay.â
âMe?â Garroth repeats, confused. âIâm okay. Why wouldnât I be okay?â
âI donât know. I mean⊠it just seemed like you wereâŠâ Garroth watches as you hide your expression behind your hands. Worry immediately sets in but he prevents himself from reaching forward. After a deep breath, you continue. âIt seemed like you werenât really enjoying yourself. Or like, it feels like youâre holding back. Did IâŠ? Is this too much?â
It hadnât even occurred to Garroth that you might be picking up on his deliberate attempts to stop himself from accidentally squishing you. It comes as an even bigger surprise that his actions might be interpreted as reluctance.
Garroth is stunned. Itâs true that you were the one who initiated, but that hardly means that Garroth was doing this out of obligation! Shouldnât that be obvious?
âYou have nothing to worry about!â Garroth insists. âIâm not just going through the motions. Far from it!â He finishes and gently holds your hand, caressing the skin with his thumb before leaning down to place a kiss against your fingers. Itâs affectionate - far more affectionate than one might expect from something like a one night stand - but for Garroth, it feels natural.
He places another kiss against the palm of your hand, then another on your wrist. His lips keep traveling further up your arm until his kisses have reached the base of your neck.Â
What you think will lead to hesitation surprisingly provides none. Thereâs no semblance of hesitance as the boy turns your face and presses a kiss upon your lips. Itâs a slow and cherished kiss; as if this will be the only time heâll ever get to kiss you. Something that, to be fair, might not be inherently wrong.
While your first instinct was to pull away from the kiss, the boy quickly chases your lips with his own. One of his hands slips around your waist and the other glides across the top of your thigh. You nearly lose yourself in the moment when your companion suddenly pulls away.
âDo you want to keep going?â He asks, his eyes peering up at you with a quiet but desperate plea.
Despite how the words sit right on your tongue, youâre too bashful to want to admit whatâs painfully obvious. Beneath the boyâs gaze you can only nod at his request; let alone how you can hardly manage to hold his gaze at all.
With that simple reply, Garroth gains confidence.
Garroth takes his time with you. He carefully guides you back against the bed while whispering sweet words of affirmation the whole time. Once your head is against the pillow, Garroth dips down and peppers kisses against your neck and chest. A girl like you deserves to be pampered.
Youâre beautiful. Youâre so gosh dang beautiful! Garroth canât get enough. From your chest down to your hips, Garroth is tempted to kiss every single inch of skin. He knows thatâs not reasonable but he canât help but love the way you shudder beneath every kiss. Your every reaction fuels his desires, to keep kissing until heâs satisfied, but Garroth knows not to keep a lady like yourself waiting for too long.
Garroth pulls away from you and sits between your ankles. He places his hands on the inside of your knees and, while lowering himself onto his stomach, carefully pushes your legs apart. Once heâs comfortably settled, Garroth presses a kiss just above your clit.
With no notable reaction from the action, Garroth begins to use his tongue against your clit. At first he tries to get a good rhythm but that quickly becomes a challenge when your hips start to move out of time with his gentle strokes. The boy is still quite adamant about not hurting you, but that doesnât mean he wonât touch you.
The blonde is quick to wrap his arms around your thighs and pull your cunt flush against his face. He uses your attempts to grind as a guide to where you desire his touch the most. It isnât long before the boy finds the perfect way to tease your clit.
Despite the short time heâs known you, Garroth can easily see himself getting addicted to you. From your fingers tangled in his hair to your increasingly needy movements, Garroth can only hope that heâs helping to bring you to your climax. If the way you roll your hips is anything to go off of, youâre getting really close. He hadnât thought about it before, but the image of you reaching your climax suddenly floods his mind.
To see you arching off the bed; hear your voice consumed by pleasure; feel you pulling him in as you ride out your orgasm; itâs all Garroth can think about. Heâs not sure if he should be thinking about you in such a blatantly dirty way, but when his face was literally between your legs he figured it wasnât a problem.
Garroth is so enthralled by the notion of making you cum that he fails to realise that you do, in fact, reach your climax. Instead, he keeps going.
While youâre trying to come down from your high, your companionâs efforts keep you from coming down. The feeling is nearly as excruciating as it is pleasurable. A part of you tries to pull away, but another urges you to stay right where you are.
With a mind muddled with pleasure and desire, you try to get the boyâs attention through other means. At first you try tugging on his hair but his grip on you grows tighter and his pace becomes more relentless. You canât even begin to get his attention with your words - your every attempt to speak is swallowed up by your breathless pants and moans.
Things really come to a head when the boy decides to gently push two of his fingers into your cunt. What you hopped was a moment to breathe was nothing but the boyâs efforts to keep you feeling good. To his credit, you were feeling good - too good.
Right on the precipice of giving in to your desires, a desperate plea slips from your lips.
Hearing you whine so loudly causes Garrothâs attention to snap over to you. To his surprise, you have your face buried between your arm and the pillow.
Garroth climbs over your body in an instant. He uses one of his arms to hold himself up while the other gently caresses the side of your face. âH-hey, are you okay? Was I too rough with you?â Garroth tries to get you to look at him but you keep your gaze hidden.
A mix of guilt and worry pools in Garrothâs stomach. Heâs about to pull away when you quietly whisper something.
Garroth leans closer on instinct but he still canât make out what youâre saying. Against his better judgement, Garroth gently pries your face out of your hands and forces you to meet his gaze. He wasnât sure what heâd find when you looked up at him, but gosh. Youâre so much prettier than he first realized.
âGeezeâŠâ You shy away from the boyâs gaze. âAre you really gonna make me ask you again?â
Garroth suddenly clues into the situation and realises that youâre subtly grinding against the length of his cock. He barely has the chance to give you his reply before heâs bottomed out inside of you.
You grasp the boyâs arms tightly, almost desperately, as he starts to pull out. Youâre almost embarrassed when a moan slips from your lips. Your companion, however, seems more than delighted to catch the quiet sound of pleasure.
You can feel the bed shift beneath you as the boy slowly pushes his length back into you. Youâre still pretty sensitive from everything before so adding this on top is really pushing you to your limit. Itâs no wonder why, when the thrusts of the blondeâs hips become more consistent, you can hardly hold back.
You can tell from the way your companionâs thrusts falter that heâs already really close to his climax. For a moment you think he might be holding back, but thatâs when he suddenly pulls away. You open your eyes just in time to see the boy cumming on your stomach.
Youâre surprised, but not because of anything your companion did. Rather, youâre surprised that the first thing he does is reach for his discarded shirt and clean you up - without climbing off the bed, no less. It isnât long before you find yourself watching the boy in a mix of amusement and awe. You donât suppose itâs very odd that the boy who was so afraid to hurt you was such a gentle caretaker.
When all is said and done, the boy is lying down beside you with a look thatâs akin to affection. Itâs flattering, to be sure, but not quite what one would expect from a night such as this.
âYouâre so beautiful.â
If your face wasnât flushed before, it was about to be. âY-you think so?â You finally manage to stammer out. âIâm not one to toot my own horn, but thanks.â You start to sit up but feel compelled to stop when the boy starts to follow.
The boy, whether knowingly or not, breathes a sigh in relief when you stop mid-way. No matter how hard you try, you canât help but find him ever-so endearing. âI donât want to overstep my bounds, but, do you want toâŠ?â He smiles at you ever so gently, asking you to stay with nothing but his open arms.
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