zani

this wasn't intentional, you just wanted to ask what features his robot arm has. "i can make it vibrate." caleb answers, a cocky smirk on his face as he leans closer to you.

and now, you're laying on your back, moaning and crying from the pleasure caleb was giving you. with him on top, in between your legs, sliding his cock in and out of you so deliciously painful, pressing his vibrating palm against your clit. "that's it, pretty one..." he grunts, pressing harder against your clit. "take it.."

you didn't expect him to take it this far when you asked "what do you mean vibrate..?" caleb quickens his hips, pistoning his cock in and out, in and out... "c—cal—hah!—" you whine, trying to pry his hand away from your sensitive clit. "no more—" then you were interrupted with yet another orgasm .. probably your fourth of fifth, you don't know... you've lost count. your back arches off the bed, a loud whimper leaving your lips as you tremble underneath caleb. he looks at you with a grin, finally stopping the vibrations but his cock still bullying your walls.

tears well in your eyes as you stare at the man above you. "caleb..." you cry, your hands digging into hus shoulders "p—ngh—lease... n.. no more ..."

caleb gently grabs your thigh, caressing the skin as he thursts into you. "you're so pretty... my pretty one." he chuckles, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. he then brings his palm back on your pearl, making you squirm away from him.

"caleb, no, no, no, no—" you whine.

"zayne." you moaned as you bounced on his cock. he was sitting up on the couch with you on his lap, giving him a little show. you wanted to make him feel better because he had bad day. "i— ngh— i'm gonna... m'gonna cum...! ah—"

zayne throws his head back, a low moan leaving his lips. "hngh, fuck– be a good girl for me and keep on riding me, okay? don't cum just yet."

"i can't!" you couldn't hold it in anymore... you cried, hiding your pretty little face in the crook of his neck as you came with a loud moan. soon, your thighs were burning and felt sore from the bouncing.

zayne sighs as he notices you slowing down. placing a hand on your ass and shifting to a more comfortable position... then he thrusts his hips into you, the feeling of his cock grinding against your walls were painfully good. but the overstimulation was making it sting.

"h-hah, zayne— wait!—" you sob. "too much!"

"i said don't cum." he groans.

"m'sorry!" you slurred, tightening your arms around him.

"look at me. look at me as i fill you up." zayne's voice was deep and husky. you quickly oblige, removing youself from his neck and looked at him as you whimpered.

the way you look... lips messy with saliva, eyes watery and filled with lust, cheeks flushed red... he moaned as he felt himself cumming inside your walls. he still wanted more.

you've noticed bigby has been itching his chin alot, he was probably getting uncomfortable on how long his messy stubble is. bigby has been incredibly busy these past few weeks so his hygiene was... a mess. so you took it upon yourself and decided to help him.

bigby comes home exhausted, immediately sitting on the couch to relax... he didn't even realise you were sitting next to him. "oh fuck—" he flinches slightly. "I didn't see you there, bub.."

a frown forms on your face. "bigby... you stink."

he raises a brow. "i am?" he sniffs himself.. good god that stench. "fuck—"

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you forced bigby to take a bath, helping him wash his hair and his back, using your cherry blossom shampoo on him and your lovely soap so for once he'd smell nice. after that, you let bigby dry himself with a towel as you look for the razor.

"you're not going to shave all my stubble off, are you?" bigby chuckles, towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still soaking wet.

"oh, i will if you don't dry your hair and then get your ass on this chair." you threaten him.

he grumbles, drying his hair with a towel and sitting down on the chair infront of you. grabbing the cheap electric razor on the sink, turning it on. you gently hold bigby's chin, turning his head on an angle so you can start trimming his stubble. as you trim him, he looks at your face, admiring you.

your cheeks flushes as you feel his gaze. "don't stare..." you whisper, making him grin.

"and why shouldn't i?"

"it's distracting.."

finally, you were done. he checks himself on the mirror, satisfied at the results. "nice one, doll."

you smiled softly, putting the chair and the razor away. "thanks, bigby. I've also washed some of your clothes, they're probably dry by now so you can wear 'em."

he placed a hand at the back of your head, slowly pulling you closer to place a kiss on your forehead. "you're the best."

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bigby decided to have a drink at holly's bar, the trip trap bar. he was extremely stressed. but then grendell's ass started bitching at bigby, ranting about how much of an asshole bigby is... but then... "and that bitch [name] looking right pass me, then ushering me out the fuckin' door. who do they think they are to fuckin' kick me out?!" grendell groans.

the unbothered bigby suddenly whips his head to glare at the man, quickly standing up and walking towards grendell. "i wouldn't call them that." he growls, his hazel eyes turning bright yellow, hinting his transformation. "it's happened before and it doesn't end well."

a fight begun, both grendell and bigby transforming, beating the hell out of each others. bigby was clawing at grendell's back, and grendell was trying to shake him off. eventually, grendell threw bigby across the room, the wolf crashing down at the tables and chairs at the corner. "fuckin' pause!" grendell yells, panting.

bigby growls, sitting up from the floor and glared at the monster infront of him. "what?"

bigby has you laying on your back, your knees pressed against your chest as he pounds in you hard. your hands gripping on the sheets beneath you for support. "b—bigby..!" a cry left your lips. "s'too much... p—please.."

he growls as he came inside your walls for probably the.. sixth time. he had an incredible stamina and could go for more, but he could sense that you were at your limit. the pace finally slows down. "are... are you okay?" he asks, gently wiping your tears away with his calloused thumb.

you nodded, panting. sweat beads all over your naked body. he suddenly slides his cock out of you to reach for something, but the sudden movement made you whine. "sorry.." he frowns as he reached for a waterbottle at the bedside table. "thirsty?" he then softly lifts your chin with his fingers and helped you drink the water.

bigby puts the bottle back and gets off the bed to start the bath. after awhile, he carefully lifts you up, making sure you were comfortable. soon, the warm water hits you and soothes the soreness from your body. you two were in the bathtub, your back against his chest.

"sorry for being so rough, [name]..." his hand massaging your bruised hips.