Scott Pilgrim Takes Off R34 Novels & Stories

I didn’t stop walking. Upstairs, I shut my door too softly for the satisfaction I wanted. Kicking off my leggings, I grabbed a hoodie and crawled into bed. The moment the lights were out, my brain flipped the switch on its nightly torture reel. Old memories. New fears. That terrifying feeling I’d let something important unravel tonight and didn’t know how to rebraid it. I reached for my sketchpad. My safest escape. Tonight’s drawing began with a scar. A long one, slicing down a man’s cheek. His eyes were soft, though. Kind. I made him older. Mid-thirties. Ex-boxer, maybe. Wrote notes in the margin:

“Make you say please.” “Please,” I whisper, breath catching. He groans, rubbing his jaw. “Take your shirt off.” He parrots my earlier command, but I actually listen. I swallow and tug the loose top over my head, revealing the lacy white bralette I’m wearing under it. Scott lets out a slow whistle. “Fuck, baby.” He adjusts the camera so I can see more of him. He’s sprawled on the bed now, his muscles taut and his eyes locked on me. “Take all of it off,” he says. “Let me see you.”

If I wasn't wet already, I would be getting soaked just looking at those babies. "Tate, what are you-" He crawls towards me on top of my bed, undoing his buckle and swiftly taking off his pants, and boxers. Holly-shit, his dick was already erect, and a little bit of precum was beautifully displayed on the tip of his dick. I had always fantasized about how it would be to fuck my best friend, but we had both made an oath to never cross that line. It's easy to say that that oath was going to be thrown out the window today.

I stole a glance at her; she was staring at the screen with a flushed look on her face. When I turned back to the TV, the actors were already undressing. This was soft-core p**n, not the kind of film I should be watching with my younger sister’s friend when we were home alone. My cock stirred in my pants. I adjusted my leg and grabbed a throw pillow to conceal it. My eyes widened when the man’s hands groped the lady’s bare breasts as they locked lips in a hot, passionate kiss. They were entangled in bed, bodies partially covered with the sheets, hands roaming all over…

“Good.” He turned me around and pushed me forward until my hips hit the edge of the table again. This time he didn’t bend me all the way over right away. He flipped my dress up over my back so everything was exposed, then ran both hands over my ass cheeks, spreading them. I felt more of Ryan’s cum leak out of my hole and drip down. “Fuck, look at this,” Scott said, voice low and rough. “Your asshole’s still open. Cum’s still leaking out of it. Such a messy little slut.”

Scarlett moaned from the emptiness she felt. "Fuck...!" Scott screamed and released, his cum shot on hard and splashed a little distance away, he was squeezing his dick whilst more cums ozze out, and he felt out of the world, his toe curled, "F..u....c..k.." he muttered shakily and plopped down on a couch, his eyes was half closed whilst he watched them, some of the jocks and teams has already left to shower. Tyler wore his jeans and top, Scarlett's eyes unable to leave his body as arousal resurfaced in her eyes, she gulped down and firmly averted her gaze to avoid being noticed whilst she dressed up too, she would be leaving with Tyler.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

It was no wonder that the Rheasian had the courage to provoke the strongest man in Murica! On the other hand, he was just a weak Tier-3 master fighter, yet he had the audacity to provoke the Rheasian. Moreover, he had been so arrogant. He realized that he had made the biggest mistake possible and had basically asked to be killed. His mind went blank as his vision blurred the moment Zayn arrived before him. Zayn extended his hand and gripped Scott by the throat, lifting him off the ground. Scott was still trying to run at full speed, so when he was suddenly lifted off the ground, his feet remained kicking frantically in the air.

Not that Rayan thought Scott was unattractive, but still, the more you know about what you're getting into. There wasn't much there. A few pictures, some articles about birth control and fertility, a few video game memes, and... okay, this definitely qualifies as hot... It was a picture from Christmas with the caption: "My folks know me so well! Check out my new Minecraft pants!" And under that, there he was, in a pair of pajama bottoms printed all over with pixelated dynamite, dopey grin on his face... without a shirt, flexing. It was dorky, and adorable, and, and... Damn. Ripped wasn't the right word, but "solid" fit pretty well. Rayan knew Scott didn't have more than an inch or two on him