You smiled at Muzan, his whimpers echoing through the room as you finger him, his hole tightly clenching. "Shh, good boy, Muzan," you smile, kissing his soft shoulders. Your fingers search for that one spot that makes him scream, that makes his back arch.
Your free hand travels to his tits, gently massaging them. "So pretty, all for me," you whisper in his ear, folding his nipples.
The poor thing sobs, legs shaking and gripping the sheets as you gently play with his body.
As your fingers play with his hole, you find his prostate, which made him scream. "A-ah!~", he gasped, panting harshly and biting his bottom lip.
"Mmm... I didn't know you were this sensitive, sweetheart," you chuckle, massaging his prostate and gently holding him down as you play with his tits.
You could tell he was close by the way he was clenching down on you, desperatly gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles cracked lightly and more sobs leave his throat.
You kiss his back, letting him adjust for a bit. "Good boy, such a sweet boy for me," you praise, smiling as he whimpers at you.
"M-mm...! Mgh~" he moans through gritted teeth, hair messy. His elbows shake and he lays his head on the pillow, ass fully in the air. "'s... t' much...", he sobbed, cock desperatly throbbing.
"No no, shh~ You can take it, I know you can," you encourage him gently, fingers curling and hitting his prostate.
He screamed again, cumming on the futon as his legs give up on him. The poor thing panted, gasping for air as you kiss his cheek.
"You did good, Muzzy," you hum as you get everything ready to bathe him. "C'mon, let's clean you up, yeah?"
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honestly, what a way to end a chapter.
i mean... do i need to say anything else? just LOOK AT HIM 😭‼️ the fit, the charisma, the LOOK, the personality, THE ATTITUDE, the FACE!!!, THE BODY!!!!!!, the style, the lighting, the mood!..... he’s GIVINGGGGGG he said today i will SERVE. and he did!!!!!!!! he served a WHOLE FEAST. not just a full course meal, but a WHOLE FEAST.
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OMG.... IMAGINE.. JUST IMAGINE... BEING RIVALS..
with Tecchou and Jouno.... what would happen if you got a little.... Too bratty or too... yk.... cocky... what do you think would happen if you actually pushed them to them's limits.... (hehhehehedueueu)
ALSO, I HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL!!!! HAVE A GOOD CHRISTMAS LADY Q!!!
OH MY GODDDDDDD…. no because i think you would have to be really persistent to get under tecchou’s skin and once you do…… good luck…. definitely some *discipline* happening in the training room— but you didn’t hear that from me!
jouno would punish you day one.
but the buildup with tecchou?? 🤌🏻🩷
also i hope you have a lovely christmas as well!! stay safe and enjoy your winter break <3 many many kisses for you 😚
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Finishing ISAT was an experience.
I played through all of Act 5 on my projector setup in the early morning before starting work and it was pretty crabbing intense.
Like, I was getting this whole nightmare cut while bathed in irl darkness.
And then and then, getting past that sequence and seeing the friends jump in for the save coincided with the sun actually rising outside.
The sunlight causes the contrast to fade in the the last pic I took, which if anything enhanced the atmosphere of the intervention saving lil' Siffy.
Cannot overstate how emotionally impactful this whole sequence was. 10/10 use of the color red.
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“Do you want to fuck me on your desk, Professor Dekarios?”
The words wash over him like a shower of sparks, liquid heat licking at his skin. He lowers his eyes to hers, heavy and serious.
“No.” He says.
Tav’s hands falter and her grin slips, but Gale catches her face in his hands and kisses her, hard and slow and deep, his tongue delving into her mouth to taste her thoroughly before he tears himself away from her to stalk over to his office door and flip the flimsy little lock into place. He returns to her immediately, taking her by the chin and pulling her into another dizzying kiss, dragging his free hand down her front, pausing only to knead her breast until she whines into his mouth before continuing down to thumb open the button of her jeans.
“I want,” he groans in between a flurry of kisses, “to devour you on my desk. And if you are very good,” he nips at her lips. “And very quiet, then I will fuck you after.”
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I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT OPENING AO3 AT WORK WAS A BAD IDEA
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