mechatoast

it was love at first sight for america when he met you. he was immediately intrigued by everything about you—your life, what you do, everything. obviously he wanted to know where you lived so that he can surprise you with gifts, so he made a whole section in the fbi just to watch your every move.

his room was filled with your pictures, your routines, everything. he even knows some things you didn’t. he keeps visiting you with some sort of gift. you were a bit concerned at first because you’d never given him your address, but that thought slowly washed away with every gift.

he finally asked you out, and when you said yes, he was the happiest man alive. this time, he would be more clingy and protective of you. you thought nothing of it—you even thought it was cute—until it got worse.

he installed cameras in your house while you were away, “making sure your safe.” he’d get possessive even when you were around people. a man eyeing you across the street? gone. someone flirting with you? gone. you started to get worried. it was like his facial expression completely changed—one minute he was glaring at whoever you were talking to, and the next he was smiling brightly at you once they left.

when you tried talking to america about the strange disappearances with people you used to know, he’d just give you that puppy-dog look, and insist he knew nothing about it.

america was picking up your suspicions about his behavior and thought it was finally time you moved in with him—forever.

you woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours, pictures of yourself hanging on the walls greeting you as your vision cleared. you tried to move, but your arm was tied to the bed frame. panic set in. america walked in, greeting you cheerfully and offering you a glass of water. you started crying, wondering why this was happening, and america gently hugged you, trying to reassure you.

a few days passed before he finally untied the chain around your arm, offering you “freedom” for behaving so well. you had to get out—quickly, hopefully. when america headed out, you began searching his cabin for an exit everyday.

one day, you made your “fool-proof” escape plan. you waited until america left and set it into motion. you escaped through the back door, expecting it to be locked, but to your surprise, it was open.

little did you know, america was watching you through the security cameras he’d installed. he knew about your escape plan but decided to have a little fun with you.

you ran out into the woods, realizing too late that you hadn’t planned how to navigate them. you kept running, panic clouding your mind—until your leg got caught in a bear trap. the pain was unbearable. you tried to pry it open, but it wouldn’t budge.

then you hear footsteps behind you. you turned around—it was america. you tried crawling away, but only managed a few inches before he reached you.

he knelt down, his puppy-like smile masking any hint of anger. he pried the trap open and looked at you with that same innocent expression. defeated and out of breath, you didn’t fight back—you accepted your fate.

america picked you up bridal-style and carried you back to his cabin. he bandaged your leg and tied your arm to the bed frame again—a punishment for not listening.

you and dante have been dating for a while now. ever since you first met him when he saved you from a demon, it was love at first sight—for both of you. you could say you lit a spark in each other. it’s been months now since you’ve become a couple and every time you’re in the mood, there’s always time for a little roleplay. dante would always come up with the silliest stories, only for you to end up ravaged by the end of the night.

one day, before leaving in the morning to hunt some demons, dante suggested something. “hey y/n, when i come back why don’t i deliver you some pizza, hm?” he said with a sly grin and playful wink. knowing exactly what he was thinking, i replied “seriously dante? that’s sooo cheesy. no pun intended.” i giggle a bit. dante gave his best attempt at puppy eyes, trying to sway me. i eventually gave in, knowing that he was probably celebrating in his mind as he headed off.

hours passed before it was finally evening. i decided to take a shower, and once i was done, there was a knock on the front door. i wrapped a towel around my still-wet body, exited the bedroom, and walked over to open the door—only to see dante, all roughed up after some demon hunting, holding a fresh box of pizza. “well hello there,” dante said, his 6’3” frame towering over me. “i have a very special delivery for you.” his playful yet lustful eyes looked me up and down.

there i stood at the doorway, towel wrapped around me, an innocent look on my face. “delivery, huh?” i asked, feigning surprise. “i didn’t order anything…” he grinned, stepping closer. “that’s funny… because i’m pretty sure you did. unless you don’t have the cash?” i blinked, trying to look innocent. “guess i don’t… what now?” dante tilted his head, almost mocking. “well… we could figure out another way to settle the bill.” i swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my heart sped up under his gaze. no matter how many times we’ve done this, i still get butterflies in my stomach.

he steps into the doorway, uninvited. he keeps walking towards me until my back hits the table behind me. he sets the pizza box aside and places his hands on either side of the table, trapping me in. “i’ve got something hot and ready for you… and it ain’t just the pizza.” dante leans closer, his body slightly grinding against mine. i look down, a bit shy, catching sight of his already hard boner pressing into me. “like what you see?” dante huffed. he then removed my towel, leaving me bare—for his eyes only.

he lifts me up onto the table with ease, making me lay down. i gasp slightly at the cool touch of the table on my back. dante grins as he looks down at me, his eyes full of desire now. “guess it’s time for dessert already,” he mutters, lowering himself until his face is mere inches away from my dripping core. “dante… don’t tease…” i said, desperate for some action. “wow, you’re already this wet? imagine what i’d do with my dick.” he chuckled, smirking slightly. feeling breathless, i replied “please, dante… i need you.”

“don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll make sure i’ll hit all your sweet spots.” dante said, grinning, before diving his head into my core. dante was slow at first, lapping up my juices, then sticking his tongue in me. “a-ah-!” i quickly cover my mouth with one hand, my other gripping dante’s hair, trembling under the ecstasy. “don’t hide your beautiful sounds from me now, sweetheart…” dante groaned, feeling the vibrations of his voice in me. i retract my hand from my mouth, now gripping his hair with both my hands, wrapping my legs slightly around his head. he continued to eat me out, as if he was a starved man. i bit my bottom lip occasionally to hold back my moans, but sometimes, it was too much to handle.

i could feel a bundle of knots forming in my stomach, my breath becoming faster and faster with each second. “d-dante! i’m close-!” i said, my legs now wrapping tighter around his head. dante pushed back my legs to hold them in place, replying with “you won’t come ‘til you’re screaming my name.” i knew he was smirking in between my legs, but the knot in my stomach was telling me otherwise. “dante, please! let me come-!” i said his name over and over again like a mantra, hoping he will let me undone. “you’re such a good girl, y’know that?” dante said, praising me for listening to him.

“you can come now, sweetheart,” he said. “ah- dante!” and with that, i came—completely undone by his voice alone. catching my breath, dante said “hope you didn’t think we’re done, sweetheart…” “huh…?” i replied, still dazed from my first orgasm. dante swiftly picked me up, bridal style, and carried me to his bedroom. he gently laid me on the bed, stripped off his clothes, and hovered over me, his hands on either side of my head. “ready for round two, sweetheart?” he whispered, lips brushing against mine, his voice dripping with hunger. i smirked, meeting his gaze. “maybe i am… what are you going to do about it?”

dante’s eyes darkened with lust, a devilish grin spread across his face. “oh, i’ll show you exactly who you belong to.” he leaned in, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss. i wrapped my arms around his neck for support—until dante suddenly pulled them back. “nuh-uh, not this time.” he said, reaching for some rope from who knows where. “dante…” i whined, both flustered and intrigued. he proceeds to tie my wrists to the headboard, his smirk never fading. “since you wanna be cocky, i’ll have to teach you some manners.” at this point, we completely forgot about the ‘pizza plot’. dante gets in position in between my legs, teasing me by rubbing his long and girthy length against my soaked core.

dante’s cock had to be at least 7 inches… maybe even a bit more. “dante, please… i need you inside me…” i begged, breathless, not ready for what was coming next. he groaned, “patience, sweetheart. we’ll get there soon…” after a few minutes of teasing—which felt like an eternity—dante finally pushed the head of his cock in my entrance. he always loved taking his own sweet time before ramming into me like a truck. once he was fully inside, he grunted. “damn, you always manage to suck me in completely. it’s like you were made for me.”

a few minutes passed and dante was moving slowly in and out of me. i could see the head of his dick slightly bulging my stomach. “see that sweetheart?” he said, placing his hand over my stomach to feel himself. “even though it’s big, you take it like such a good girl.” “ngh, dante-! go faster, please!” “as you wish.” he started thrusting harder, turning me into a moaning mess. dante leaned down to give me a messy kiss as i wrapped my legs around his waist for support.

“ah- dante! can’t t-take it-!” i gasped, trying to catch my breath as he continued to go hard on me. “but sweetheart, you asked me to go faster…” he said, his grin spreading as our eyes met. “you asked for it, and now you have to take it.” “nghh…” i whined, tugging at the rope that held my wrists in place. “i-i think i’m close-!” i cried out, arching my back to close the space between our bodies. “m-me too…” dante groaned, his voice low and breathy.