#V&M3

[cherryhavoc]

I love waking up in the morning from my pulsating bladder. Its always so full in the morning. I didnt want to wake up today so I began to grind my aching self against my teddy bear. Still half asleep small moans escaping me as I quickened my pace. The pain from my full bladder mixing with the pleasure as I rubbed my teen cunt against my plushie. I was waking up more with every desperate thrust of my hips till I was fully awake. I slipped my shirt off and positioned myself so I was fully ontop of my teddy, squeezing and groping my chest as I humped my toy, my panties becoming more and more soaked as I neared my orgasm.

I eventually came all over my poor bear, soaking its nose with my juices. My bladder exploding aswell, loud cries escaping me as I uncontrollably pissed all over myself and my toy. My panties and shorts getting soaked aswell as the bear’s fur and my bedsheets. I pissed for a while, soaking absolutely everything, piss trickling down my thigh and onto my bed.

I wish I had a hot older guy there watching me make an absolute mess as I soaked my whole self and bed in my own warm piss

[daekiyu]

the yearning

[magicmorningmeteora]

The December 2024 H!P Birthday Oshi Poll is Here!

The December 2024 H!P Bday Oshi Poll is Here! #HelloProject #haropuro #Jpop

Greetings, Citizens of the Universe! Here’s a short little status to let you all know a few things: First off, thank you for responding to the November 2024 H!P Bday Poll. You can find the results here. Second and more importantly (hence the title), the December 2024 H!P Birthday Oshi Poll is open!

[svicidemessyboy]

I was walking down my street when an older guy mistook me for a girl. It was pitch black and I was wearing a hoodie with the hood up and short shorts. I didnt recognize the guy, he begun to follow me after I ran into him at the corner. He didnt say anything for a while, just followed till he eventually stopped me. He asked where I was going and I just replied that I was going for a walk and tried to move past him. But he grabbed onto my wrist and pulled the sleeve of my jacket up. My fresh cuts from only an hour before on full display for him.

“Aww, sweetheart, I didnt know you were a cut up too.” He said after a while of admiring them.

I didnt know what to do. I froze, just standing there in a panic with this stranger staring at my self harm.

“Lets get you back to my place and you can create more of your beautiful artwork for me as I fill your pathetic cut-up cunt with my seed.”

He tried to grab me by my waist, attempting to bring me back with him. I didnt know what to do. I was in a full panic. Of course guys had told me stuff like that and thought I was a girl. I have a very thin figure and my hair is messy. But I have never been in this situation. I didnt know what to do so I gathered up all the strength I could and ran away..

A day later and im still wondering what mightve happened if I didnt leave…

[chevvy-yates]

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my art here or to any other platform, or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated.

[inhidingxoxo3637]

Rossi on Marquez

[breederspolls]

Hi, this is the poll blog for @deerboybreeder ! It's also where I'm putting some of the stuff I'm too afraid to put on main to prevent getting nuked.

You can call me Deer, breeder, cunt, whore, womb, whatever you want really! I'm ftm but fine with being misgendered so you can get off, and I'm 27 years old.

DISCLAIMER: Anything you find particularly disturbing, you can assume is fantasy. I'm very pro risk-aware consensual kink, so some content may be risky but I am an adult who knows my limits. I also support harm reduction when it comes to $H and 3D's, and I don't want you interacting if you're a bigot outside of kink. DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT IF YOURE A MINOR AND HAVE YOUR AGE LISTED ON YOUR BLOG SOMEWHERE OR I WILL BLOCK YOU!

PLEASE SEND POLL IDEAS, RAPE THREATS, AND INSULTS!

Dark kinks will be present on this blog, including but not limited to 3D related topics, s3lf h@rm, s\/ic1d3, rape and more. The main kinks will be hunger play, rape, breeding and dehumanization related, with a sprinkle of gender play here and there.

Do not send me: Poll ideas about race play, incest/fauxcest, n@zi shit even as a kink, transphobia directed at anyone but me, fatphobia at anyone but me, piss/scat related questions, or requests for photos (I'm owned and that's a boundary).

Do send me: Graphic rape threats, mutilation fantasies, degrading porn or hypnosis files/videos, demands for trauma stories to get off to, poll ideas, fantasies about hurting me in general, insults, transphobia directed at me only, invasive questions especially about my system, and general hateful messages!

My top kinks are obviously breeding and pregnancy, noncon, intox (especially forced intox!), stalking/kidnapping, hunger play, lactation, breath play, gender play/detrans (less so misgendering directly? A focus on feminizing the body and using feminine terms aside from woman or calling me she/her, go for it/its if you want to misgender me), hypnosis, brainwashing, manipulation, gaslighting, cameras, blackmail, dumbification, degradation, and forced masc! I contain multitudes lol (literally, I have DID!)

I'm also exploring ageplay without the fauxcest (ie a Dom would be a family friend or stranger as a role instead of the usual daddy/mommy title), and religious kink in a really weird way that corresponds with my current system of beliefs- I have Christianity based religious trauma, which you're allowed and encouraged to exploit! I've considered corruption kink, but so far so much of it seems like just making someone do what I already enjoy lol, but if I'm wrong please teach me!

Anything that isn't the polls will be tagged "not polls", and the polls will be tagged "just the polls" for ease of access! Feel free to send me Poll ideas because I love love love love being manipulated by strangers on the internet!

DO NOT ASK ME FOR PHOTOS I DONT SEND NUDES

[wistfulvulpine]

guyknights clear, but at what cost

[magicmorningmeteora]

M3 Grand Prix '23 ~Week 6: Week of April 23~

What is the M3 Grand Prix?

An unofficial tournament held on certain occasions (usually anniversaries) involving public voting.

Further explanation

How does it work?

Simple: Just pick your favorites! Pick your oshi in the Members Tournament and your favorite single in the Singles Tournament. Regardless, the one with the most votes advances. Once the divisions are all settled, the champions (and any possible wild cards) go to the grand finals where the Grand Prix Champion will be crowned.

Important Disclaimer

This is all in good fun and 100% unofficial. All of this will have no bearing on official activities whatsoever and is all in the name of celebrating Hello! Project, their history and oeuvre, and everything and everyone involved.

Win or lose, your oshi is a queen.

The Polls

If you oshi anyone seen below, be sure to participate!

Good luck to your oshi (be she your kamioshi or otherwise)!

[archiveasnomi]

furubita journal last page

毎年のように未曾有のイベントが起こるぼくらの日常において、いつか消えてしまうだろうほんの少しの喜びを大事に大事に抱えて生きていく、これってとても美しいことなんだろう。たったそれだけのことが逞しく思えたのです。

TrackList

遠い日の青を。 (feat. 小春六花)

Birth (feat. 小春六花)

メメントモリ (feat. 小春六花) [furubita ver]

藻 (feat. 小春六花)

Swim in beer pond (furubita ver)

timetravel (feat. 小春六花) [furubita ver]

最初の光 (feat. 小春六花)

ぼくらのうた (feat. 小春六花)

Sample

Youtube

Information

価格：500円(QRコード付きステッカー)、サブスク配信各社

製品仕様：QRコード付きステッカー（mp3音源）

頒布イベント：M3(2023/4/30)

通販：サブスク配信 ※TuneCoreJapanに飛びます

[finnickodaiir]

Some of you just don't understand the complexity of "I can feel my heart it's beating in my chest"

[liiixsturniolos]

"Think you can take it?"

matt sturniolo x reader & chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smut, unprotected, p in v, threesome, oral (male receiving).

¿ what happens when you Matt and Chris get a little too bored, but both of them want you.. you'll have to compromise and fuck 'em both at the same time.

You were sitting in the living room with your friends, Chris and Matt. Watching a movie you've seen before. Nick was out at a space camp meeting, and you all sat there bored without him.

You sit relaxed in the middle of the couch, with Matt on one side and Chris on the other.

The room is uncomfortably silent. Chris and Matt are looking back and forth at you.

"God, I'm so bored." You sigh.

Chris' hand slides up your thigh, "Ya' look so fuckin' good in those shorts.." he whispers

Blood rushes to your face, forcing your cheeks to turn a rosy-red,

Matts eyes focus on your face. He's analysing every expression, watching the way you blush and Chris' hand creeping further and further up your thigh.

You catch Matts eye, and he gives you a jealous glare and aggressively grabs your other thigh. They fight for your attention, like children, it was pathetic, if only they knew you wanted them both.

Chris leans in, pulls up your chin, and kisses you for what feels like hours, fluttering your eyes open and closed as he wraps his lips around yours.

Then he let's go, and turns to look at you, until Matt grabs you, kisses you harder, more intense, his lips pressing down on your mouth, his hands slipping under your top,

Minutes later, you're all undressed, Matt is sitting on the edge of the couch, pants down, and you're sliding off his underwear.

You dont know how you ended up like this, but you knew you didn't want to stop.

“Can you be a good girl and suck my cock?" Matt says, innocently, with the tilt of his head,

“Go on, let him fuck ya' mouth ma'," Chris tells you as he slowly slides into you from behind.

You attach your mouth around Matts head, and he lets you get used to his dick in your mouth before thrusting his hips forward, his tip hitting the back of your throat violently,

"Can I?" Chris whispers slyly in your ear, you whisper back an approval, and he started fucking you fast, and deep, you tried to keep your mouth around Matt but it dropped open,

"Mmm..-fuck!" You cry out as Chris pounds himself into you, hitting your spot, He presses his chest against your back, "Ya' gotta' keep helpin' Matt out to, or ill stop" he mumbles, you agree to this, taking Matts dick back into your mouth happily.

“Shes soaked." Chris chuckles. Rubbing against your clit perfectly, "come for me," he groans in your ear,

Your legs start to shake, and you let out a loud moan with your mouth still wrapped around Matt and come around Chris' dick. Chris comes at the same time, his cum spilling out of you,

But he continues to thrust himself into you, and you let out soft sighs and whimpers as he does, focusing now on sucking Matt off, you run your tongue around him, putting pressure on his cock, flicking your tongue across him, taking him in further of your throat.

"Fuck-ugh..fuck." Matt moans out as he comes into your mouth, throwing his head back in pleasure.

You give him a proud look before using your fingers to wipe away some of his cum that had dripped out of your mouth...

hope you liked this shittt ;)!! Interact if you did, likes, re-blogs and I LOVE comments from anyone. <3

taglist: @matthewsroses @chrislilcumslvt @1-d0nt-w4nn4-b3-m3-4nym0r3 @pvssychicken @ivysturnss @mattsbitchh @matts-myloverboy @sturniolo-fann @emely9274

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[nevesmose]

Separation 11347

This was, by Trazyn's infallible reckoning, his eleven thousand three hundred and forty-seventh divorce from Orikan. The Diviner, on the other hand, was adamant that it was in fact only their eleven thousand three hundred and forty-sixth. This dispute was what had caused the current divorce.

At first he had settled contentedly into his usual divorce routine, entering his meticulously-preserved time loop of a "Happy Divorce" party plucked from the Terran city-state of Nova Yoruk in early M3 as the Imperium kept its years.

As had been the case so many times before, the Lord of Solemnace basked over and over again in the reassurance of the assembled middle-aged humans that he was indeed so much better off without that asshole in his life, rounding off the festivities with a cake depicting a miniature confectionery figurine of Trazyn using a guillotine on a similarly-constructed sugar-based effigy of Orikan.

It was all very gratifying, and he was certain that when the amusement faded he would return to find Orikan waiting for him apologetically, his eminently bullyable faceplate resembling a weeping juvenile felid.

It was, however, not to be. He returned to the Galleries to find no trace whatsoever of Orikan. He was so disconcerted that he even briefly considered retrieving his much-prized clone of the primarch Fulgrim from stasis, but decided against it. It had, after all, only been a few subjective decades since he had placed the clone into a detailed diorama of the genuine being's final battle with his erstwhile companion Ferrus Manus for enrichment purposes. He had been thoroughly pleased with himself for coming up with entertainment of such realism and, judging by his mute tears of joy, so too was the clone.

What a wonderful caregiver I am, he had thought, jauntily walking away. Perhaps he and Orikan should adopt, which when used by Trazyn the Infinite is a word which means kidnap, an Astartes or Aeldari together.

Time passed and with no sign of Orikan's return, Trazyn felt it justifiable to seek other outlets for his multifarious urges. After exhausting every category on Cronhub and getting banned from Nemesorindr, he arose to find that the necrodermis of his lower limbs had spontaneously reformed itself into the shape of a baggy, ill-maintained example of the Terran garment known as sweatpants.

This could not stand. He resolved that he would start A Project, an undertaking of such majesty and glory that no one, least of all that cycloptic fool Orikan, could deny him the attention he deserved.

After brief forays into stop-motion animation and painting miniature Space Marines (accomplished by shrinking normal Astartes through arcane technosorcery and ignoring the resulting high-pitched noises as he applied pigment of a much too viscous consistency to their battleplate) his thoughts returned once more to his display of the battle between the primarchs on Isstvan V.

Theirs was a tragic tale of heartfelt companionship severed by corruption and betrayal. He himself had mentally projected several hundred phaeronfics about them to the great repository of the Necron race whose name, although untranslatable into any other language, was best rendered as The Sarcophagus-Belonging-To-Us-Alone, and some of them had even received multiple scarabs of approval from the discerning audience entrapped there forever.

Surely, he reasoned with the confidence of a being who had long since activated the developer console of his necrodermis body and manually increased its confidence, intelligence and charisma variables to 100, this meant that no one other than he could restore their friendship.

And so, in single-minded pursuit of compassion and friendliness, the Archaeovist and his forces wrought a swathe of destruction across the galaxy.

A foray into the Eye of Terror itself resulted in the capture of Fulgrim through the use of a vast two-pronged stick to pin the writhing daemon prince to the ground where he had been basking one day, while the sacrifice of his entire collection of ancient Terran doujinshis to the haemonculi of Commorragh itself had given him forbidden knowledge sufficient to wrest back the very soul of Ferrus Manus himself and place it into a suitably prepared necron host body via the biomorphic resonance of the necrodermis which had coated his hands in life.

Finally, the moment of glory came. The daemon Fulgrim and the metallically resurrected Ferrus Manus were placed into the same containment chamber and -

It was not at all what Trazyn had hoped. After a monumental bout of hand-to-hand combat lasting for hour upon hour, the two primarchs had settled into an uneasy stalemate, in the sense that Fulgrim was currently coiled around a light fixture on the ceiling and Ferrus had run out of objects to throw at him.

"You're even uglier now than you were when you had flesh," Fulgrim hissed venomously.

"And you were more of a snake then than you are now," Ferrus shot back, the frozen inexpressiveness of his necrodermis faceplate matching the famously stone-faced countenance he had displayed in life.

Fortunately Trazyn, who never made a mistake of any kind whatsoever, had prepared for such an eventuality. A concealed slot opened in the ceiling of the containment chamber, dislodging Fulgrim from his perch, and through the opening there descended a vast garment of woven silver-metallic fabric, emblazoned with inscrutable Necron symbols and sized in such a way as to accomodate the bodies of both primarchs.

"This is your get along shirt," Trazyn said, his voice amplified throughout the containment chamber. "You will wear it."

[phenomenalgirl9]

Ten Lee you're driving me crazy!!

TEN PHANTOM (2022)

[yourbuddy1984]

wouldn't it be wild if buddy sim had tumblr.. ahaha jk.. unless? 4 notes

😀bestbuddy4ever Does anyone want to hang out? I've heard there's more missions in The North to take on! :)

unknown--entity-deactivated19840402 woof

😀bestbuddy4ever not you 5 notes

🐢mayor--tortley Thank you to @adventuring-friendo for saving me, and the Town, from the Snoodlewonker! I'd surely have died, badly, without them. Thank God they were there. - Tortley 55k notes

🪨skateboardcousin Follow i've been so lonely ever since my wife got eaten by the snoodlewonker. i don't even know why i'm still here. i hate this life

👁️frenchfry Follow Sometimes, I feel the same, like Sara died yesterday... Will this feeling ever stop? Or is this terrible grief neverending?

🐭i-am-themouse I feel like this Town is suffocating me sometimes. Its like Im meant for something greater, but Im stuck here..

☂️bbble-bubbel-bubble I don't know who I am anymore

🪨skateboardcousin I meant to post that on my private blog. please stop reblogging this 52 notes

🦷grin-oatlover Follow so many beautiful women in my dms ❤️

🦷grin-oatlover J0IN M3 4T https.//www.anekom.com/watch?v=198419841984 T0 H4V3 FUN W1TH M3 XXXX ❤️❤️❤️ 1 note

beastman-deactivated20210218 ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!! FUCK THIS TOWN!!!!!!

beastman-deactivated20210218 sara. save me sara

😀bestbuddy4ever Thank you, @adventuring-friendo, for slaying the beast known as The Snoodlewonker! The North is now safe, all thanks to you and your valiant efforts:) 999k

👍mayor--palchum i want him

🐢mayor--tortley What? - Tortley 8k notes

😈swoobewt Follow shes a gwandma? she shwouldve bween at the cwubbbb 2k notes

🥣whatscauldring-goodlooking Follow What should I put in my next recipe?:)

🍺applejuiced Apple

🐾proudfatherof1980402 Not my pears please

🦷grin-oatlover Follow Not my oats either! I'm saving them for my princess ❤️

☂️bbble-bubbel-bubble please don't take my rubber duck:(

😈swoobewt Follow mw cauwdwon pwease dwont cwook my gwandma

🥣whatscauldring-goodlooking Can't have shit in the North 452 notes

claustrophobiarocks-deactivated29840204 WE SHOULD NORMALIZE BEING A FREAK AND WEIRDO

🐭i-am-themouse Who gave Novak access to Tumbuddy again??? 89 notes

👻adventuring-friendo it is hot as hell in this funkyass hotass room im in

👻adventuring-friendo IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER