#both creepy and wet

[coolkidatchaldea]

Van Gogh’s valentine scene shows once again that the line between comedy and horror is pretty thin

[tiptapricock]

Ok actually cause I shOULD talk about it here’s some transfem Bi-Han ghostly shadow clone sex from a discord convo.

———

Bi-Han grunted quietly, her face buried in the pillow and her fists curled in tightly next to it.

Her shadow was half risen from her skin behind her, a damp, cool weight enveloping her shoulders and flush down the line of her back and thighs. It felt like watery breath, heavy with a weight still half-merged with her own, but autonomous, ghostly, dripping.

The shadow made a sound of its own as its hips continued to rock down, perhaps in echo of hers, reedy and whisper quiet. Bi-Han could feel it inside, black matter oozing slowly from where they were connected, its mass bulging inside of her and phasing the impression of a hard cock past her walls and into her abdomen.

It was horribly strange, and extremely pleasurable.

“Mhg…” she groaned again, muffling herself as her hips ground down, rocking slow against the mattress, the cool slick from her shadow making the movements easy on the rough cloth.

The shadow tensed above her, tightening until its head and chest pulled free with a slight pop of pressure, its thrusts speeding up. Bi-Han felt warmth return to her shoulders as it did so, the boundary of their crossover growing taught as the shadow seemed to energize, its urge to separate tugging at the muscle of her torso and the gut of her spirit.

She whined, pushing her ass back to feel more of it, to feel it filling her even deeper. As if that was possible. It was inside her. It was her. And still, she craved more.

The shadow growled like a hiss through gritted teeth, wet, dark hands gripping her hips and pulling her back. Its knees were phased through her thighs now, braced on the bed to give better leverage as it started snapping forward, the mass of it inside setting Bi-Han’s nerves alight as an icy impression rammed into her stomach and the line of her spine. It was strange and euphoric, like being carded through internally by cold, firm fingers.

Bi-Han made a sound again, one she tried to swallow as her hips jerked against the bed, heat welling up under her skin despite her shadow’s cooling efforts. She could hear it panting behind her, ragged and wheezing like someone’s dying breaths. The bed was only getting wetter beneath them, the void shedding off in ripples of spectral mass.

Bi-Han urged it on, grabbing the feeling of it in the pit of her stomach—that shape of its life that bubbled inside her—and making it swell.

Her shadow screeched, like a distant scream in the wind, and then—

And then the room went silent.

Sound gone. Sound taken. A ringing pop of nothing as its movements sped up, the world narrowing down to the fingers on her hips, and the outline of someone railing her from above, and her shaft sliding against the sheets again and again and again. Her mouth parted in pleasure, her tip stinging from stimulation.

And then she felt it: a ripple of hands curling in from the wetness and fear and clinging anticipation pooling around them; a mass of stroking fingers and palms and offerings wrapping around her cock. Bi-Han keened, silent and breathless as her shadow thrust hard and down into the heat of her skin, and then—

In one breathless moment, they both spilled forth in a wave of sound.

[skunkes]

excited for when my brain switches back to furryverse because i think talon/smunker/al au would + will be so funny... al has 2 little guys to dress up like dolls now

[aldieb]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Medical Torture, Blood Drinking, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Pre-Slash, human experiment 4 alien experiment Summary:

Some entrepreneurially minded shady characters get a hold of Wolfwood and want to figure out what makes him tick. Wolfwood wants to figure out what kinds of ghosts Vash is seeing. And for people like them, sharing haunted places in common can count for intimacy.

[dirtmound]

none of you understand creepy or wet meme

[doedipus]

I have issues with that other user's creepy to wet spectrum of king gizzard albums so here's mine

[aliaoftheknives]

wuh oh

[smallish-giraffe]

I’m watching Alien for the first time

[heroicallynude]

@enkidusbi that was honestly my thought too

creepy and wet major alignment chart

edit: added a few more majors

[maddie-grove]

This is such a petty thing to complain about, and I’m honestly more baffled than annoyed, but the parking garage I’m supposed to use for work is bizarrely complicated. Everything about it is just a little bit janky.

[alpha-hyaenchen]

[rant] (tw/cw: sa, very short description down in the tags)

[snow-system-wol]

S'ria has some questions for Hythlodaeus, and returns to the First to visit Amaurot one more time.

Tw: loose reference to suicide

Amaurot was a strange place (or a strange shadow of a place, anyway), and each following visit left a stronger impression on S'ria. Yes, both times were harrowing experiences, to say the least – perhaps with Elidibus even more so than Emet-Selch in some ways. Emet-Selch, for all the harm he had done, seemed at least like he wanted him to understand something, wanted him to see something. Even Elidibus claimed otherwise, his trial was surely meant to hurt more than truly to make a point. Or rather, the point was most likely that it would hurt him.

At this point, S'ria felt like his choice to return a third time now would somehow result in something terrible happening.

If S'ria tried to look past all that, at the city itself, it just felt… unbearably sad to be there. The fact that it wasn't truly real was felt in every corner of the place. S'ria couldn't say he understood how Emet-Selch had conjured Amaurot into existence, but S'ria had truly expected the city to crumble around them when he was gone. The fact that it persisted is almost macabre somehow – a graveyard for both its inhabitants and its creator.

There was also something else there, though, that nagged at him. Even if it had been all but confirmed, that his unsundered self would remember this place, he couldn't remember anything. The feeling of a blank spot in his memories where he knew something had been there, it was all too familiar and it put him on edge. Unlike the normal situation, however, S'ria suspected none of the others in his head could readily recall these memories either.

Maybe it was better not to know, if even a hint of recalling The Final Days had such a drastic effect on people.

For such an eerie place, there was no danger here anymore. It was just a harmless snapshot in time. That was really the only way S'ria could justify coming back alone. Well, that and the fact that truly no one else could have come with him, not anymore. He supposed he could have asked Ryne, but it seemed like something that would worry her unnecessarily. (He, of course, visited her and passed on Thancred's regards already. His priorities remained well in place.)

Despite walking past seemingly alive Amaurotines, it seemed more lifeless than ever now that there were no truly alive Ascians remaining here. Ah, but that was not… wholly true. That was the whole reason he came back here, after all. Alive, no, but present in this moment, yes.

S'ria reached a quiet overlook, one that was shadowed by trees and offered a bit of peaceful seclusion.

He was not sure how this worked, really, but all of his past experiences implied it could be as simple as…

"Hythlodaeus?" S'ria called out barely louder than his speaking voice and waited.

The city remained quiet around him. One of the most jarring things about Emet-Selch's illusion, he was realizing, was that it had some of the little things but missed others. The faint wear of foot patterns on stairs, fallen leaves scattered below the foliage – that was all perfect. But unless Amaurot was entirely closed off and had no wind currents, the lack of rustling in the trees felt unnatural. It was too still.

At the least, the uncanny lack of sound meant that it was very easy to hear Hythlodaeus' movements as he approached.

"How odd… I was led to believe that you and yours left this shard. Yet you've called for me."

"Ah, yes, the others are safely back home, and I'm able to travel freely for now. And, Elidibus…"

Hythlodaeus sighed, the sound just slightly off. S'ria suddenly wondered whether he even needed to breathe in this state of being.

"I am aware. I would like to think it could have ended differently, but – I had meant it when I hoped for your survival."

Hythlodaeus settled down on a bench and patted the spot next to him. S'ria clambered onto the seat as gracefully as he could, and couldn't help but be reminded of his similar problem when they'd first met. Why did they have to be so tall?

"Surely you came all this way for something more than to socialize with me, yes?"

"Yes and no. There are… two things I'd like to ask you about, even if you may not answer."

"I think that you shall find me to be a fairly open book." He raised his hand to his mouth as if to politely cover a laugh, S'ria could even see his shoulders shake briefly, but there was no sound. S'ria held back a shudder. It occurred to him for the first time since stepping foot in the city that– perhaps Emet-Selch and Elidibus were not the only beings in Amaurot that could be dangerous to him.

Perhaps that was uncharitable. If Hythlodaeus meant any ill will, he'd had plenty of times alone with S'ria to act on that by now. It wasn't Hythlodaeus' fault if he felt just a little bit off to interact with sometimes. He couldn't control being little more than a ghost.

S'ria cleared his throat. "First question. You had said 'my new old friend'. That and the other soul crystal… what can you tell me about who I was, before?"

"Certainly, I –". Hythlodaeus cut off mid-phrase. "Oh, how odd. I could tell you about the title and role, but that much is already knowledge you have. I could tell you that Emet-Selch and I both knew you, but… I was never meant to be so well-crafted as to possess more than a few memories. Anything else is simply a vague implication of recollection. I feel..."

" ...as though you should know, but don't? Believe me, it's familiar," S'ria said dryly.

Hythlodaeus nodded. "I apologize that I cannot give you what you ask. I only hope that your second question will not be so fruitless."

Right, the second question. In truth, it was more so this that gnawed at S'ria, more than questions about his identity. He'd had an entire journey to decide how to approach this, and yet the result was mostly improvisation.

"You're the only one in this city that is… aware of their predicament, and based on this city remaining for months with no steward, I imagine it will be here for quite some time. Maybe even forever, to whatever extent that means. I'd thought, at the time, that this place would just fade with Emet-Selch. I – are you all right? Is there anything that could be done for you?"

S'ria got the sense that Hythlodaeus was giving him a strange look, even if his face couldn't be seen.

"That is quite sweet, even if – are you offering to assist me with ending my own shadow of existence?" To S'ria's relief, he sounded more amused than offended. "I'm afraid you know not what you offer, nor the magics at play."

S'ria drew back. "I don't mean to seem callous, it just seems… a difficult way to spend eternity."

"Mayhap it would be, if I were truly here. In reality, we barely are present when unobserved, nearly in stasis." Hythlodaeus turned to stare out across the city. "Even when I am awake, I do not feel troubled by the idea that the true Hythlodaeus is no more, nor am I troubled by my state of being. Whatever thoughts Emet-Selch may have drawn from when he reconstituted me, I believe that he might have remembered me as… happy, in those memories. To answer your question, I do not have any complaints that need be addressed."

S'ria was not certain whether that was better or worse. It was good to not be upset, but maybe less so if he actually couldn't be. Still, it was a relief to know he wasn't actively suffering.

"I am glad that this is not difficult for you." 

"As am I." How odd it was, that a person with no visible mouth or eyes could smile at S'ria.

They lapsed into silence again for a time. Now that neither of them were speaking, the lack of expected sounds in Amaurot quickly regained S'ria's attention. He was distracted enough that Hythlodaeus had to prompt him a second time for him to notice.

"Might I ask one question of my own?"

S'ria would prefer to say no, certain that it would be something he'd rather not discuss. It seemed a fair courtesy, though.

"You may ask." He chose not to promise an answer.

"Are you well? Your soul seems far less troubled than the time we first met, and calmer still than when we last spoke."

S'ria relaxed. "Oh. Yes, I think I'm doing a lot better than I have in a long time. Things are still… when is the world ever not ending? But I've been happy with my life for these last few months, tough as it is."

"You don't know how much joy it brings me to hear you say as such. One always wants to see their friends heal – and you do seem quite content."

S'ria realized he'd started gently purring while thinking back on the more pleasant parts of the last few months with the Scions, and did his best to stop. Hythlodaeus responded with another of those strange silent laughs. He stood up, immediately towering over S'ria, and turned as if to make his way back into the heart of the city.

"I am relieved to see you well, and appreciative of the effort and consideration it took to visit me – however, might I speak freely?"

S'ria nodded, hesitantly.

Hythlodaeus looked back at him, only darkness visible beyond the eyes of his mask.

"This simulacrum of Amaurot is not meant for the living, only for us shades now. I believe it'd be for the best if you did not revisit a fourth time. You should return home."

[snoruntfan]

My favourite Pokemon (take a wild guess) is way too adorable to be creepy! And I guess it’s technically wet?

Its evolutions on the other hand…

i have a few favorites but i'll go with silvally, which is creepy. unless it's holding a water memory. then it's wet.

(randomly generated pokemon version of this poll here)

[tonycries]

Three's a Crowd (But Four...) - G.S.

Synopsis. “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?” “Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, foursome (but they’re all Satoru + you LMFAO), NSFW, unprotected sex, double penetration, spit-roasting, face-sitting, doggy, missionary, anal, pet names (sweetheart, pretty, babe), oral sex (male + female receiving), overstimulation (female), swearing, slight breeding kink, cum (like lots).

Word count. 3.0k 

A/N. A lil' sum while I get on with a 10k arranged marriage fic. H O R N Y >>> actual JJK technicalities. 

Jokes, but idc what that technique was, I took that one chapter and ran with it. Art by @_3aem on X.

Cross-posted on AO3

“They just nerfed Naruto in Boruto cuz they knew he’d be too DILF-y.”

“Amen.” 

Sprawled out on Satoru’s couch, both of you were fixated on the Naruto episode playing on-screen. It wasn’t anything new for a Friday night. His soft hairs tickling your chin, and legs dangling off the other end of the couch as he lay atop, cuddling you like a 6’3 housecat. 

Times like this, it’s easy to forget that your boyfriend constantly bears the burden of being “the strongest”. That is- until Satoru, eyes still locked onto the screen, speaks up “I can do that too, y’know.”

You turn to look at Satoru, “Do what?”

He nods his head towards the screen - now showing young Naruto mastering his iconic technique. “You could call it Shadow Clone Jutsu.” he hums.

Raising a brow, “So you could make tens of thousands of Satoru clones? The world may never know rest.”

Eyes brimming with smugness, he grins “Something like that.”

You cock your head, wanting to know more, “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?”

“Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” he wiggles his brows in a way that would definitely be creepy if it was anyone but Satoru.

“You wish.”

Satoru huffs out a laugh, before going back to using your breasts as his personal cushions. “Not quite clones or holograms, they’re still me. But also not really, y’know?” he murmurs.

“Ahh. No.”

The conversation dwindles into a comfortable silence.

Or so you’d think. But the air was charged with something, and - knowing Satoru - you had an inkling it didn’t bode well for you down there.

As quickly as you suspected, he turns the TV off and turns to you with twinkling eyes.

“Toru...” you reproach.

He whines dramatically, “Come onnnn. Don’t they say the best way to learn is hands-on experience?”

“You just have ulterior motives, Toru.” 

“Hell yeah, I do.” he mutters into the valley of your breasts. Satoru peeks at you through his thick lashes, eyes bright with mischief. 

How could you say no to those eyes? And, well, you’d be lying if you said that the idea of multiple Satorus didn’t make your pussy clench in excitement.

That’s how you found yourself here.

Shirts thrown across the room and splayed out on Satoru’s overpriced silk bed sheets. You gasp in pleasure as he leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, he rocks into you, pushing you deeper into the plush bed. Your pussy drips with anticipation as you feel the outline of his rock-hard cock straining against his sweatpants.

Hooking two fingers under your waistband, he swiftly pulls off your panties along with your shorts. “Already so wet and ready f’me…” he groans out. Quickly shuffling your bodies around, “C’mon sweetheart.” 

Now, Satoru knows he has a pretty face - too well, in fact, he uses it to his advantage to get his way with you too much. And he thinks there’s nothing that makes his face prettier than you on it.

It’s why he has you bent over and straddling his head. The tighter you squeeze him, the better.

One arm holds you in place while the other spreads your folds. Satoru teases your entrance with a finger, gathering your wetness before popping it into his mouth. He groans sinfully as he tastes you. “Fuck- always so good for me.”

You slowly put your weight onto him, failing against the strong arm that pulls you to sit on him properly. 

Satoru moans around your cunt as he finally dives nose-deep into it. Languidly, he licks long stripes against your folds, purposefully catching your clit in the process. “Hah- Fuck. Toru, more!”

Satisfied with your whines, he finally slides his tongue inside your dripping pussy, fucking you with his mouth till his cock twitches for friction.

You notice, and urgently shuffle his sweatpants down. Satoru’s cock stands achingly hard, precum dripping enticingly along the vein on the side of it. You lean down to kiss the shaft, delighting in his noises that send vibrations down to your clit. 

As you take his blushing red head into your mouth, Satoru increases his abuse on your cunt.

You arch your back further into his face - moaning around his thick cock. He starts fucking into your mouth steadily, forcing you to take more and more of his length. Drool drips down the corners of your mouth, “Mmm Toru- Feels so good.”

If one Satoru makes you feel this good…what would two feel like?

As if reading your mind - you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually could - Satoru pulls away slightly, ropes of spit still connecting him to you.

“Ready, sweetheart?” he murmurs lowly, hot breath making your cunt quiver.

And before you can respond, the hairs on your body raise as the air stills with the crackle of jujutsu. You remove yourself from Satoru’s cock with a wet pop! Looking up to see…those cerulean eyes. 

Another set.

“Toru…” you drone out, turning behind to glare at Satoru - who was now placing innocent kisses to your dripping pussy. His eyes peek out with visible amusement, “Jus’ say the word and I’ll stop.”

Satoru knew he had you cornered. He’d fully felt the way your walls clenched around his tongue once you saw the other version of him. This was going to be fun.

Harshly rolling his tongue against your clit, he lightly smacks your ass - signaling you to pay attention to the other Satoru in front of you now. 

So you do.

It was quite surreal seeing an exact copy of your boyfriend grinning down devilishly at you. He cups the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “Don’t be scared, pretty. It’s jus’ me.” 

At first, you were unsure of what to do, the only thing you know being that - clone or not - this one was just as well-endowed as your boyfriend.

Experimentally, you press soft kisses to his hot tip, relishing in his drawn-out groan. You take him in deeper, tonguing the slit in the way you knew your boyfriend liked. “Yeah- Jus’ like that.”

He tightens his grip on your head. Pumping your Satoru with one hand, you use the other to steady yourself as your mouth gets used as the other’s own personal fucktoy. 

Shit. This was heaven.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you pull away, “Hngh- Toru, feels so fucking good.” Mewling at the stimulation on your cunt as well as the depravity of the act, you grind your hips deeper into Satoru’s mouth - searching for your high. 

Soon, you feel that familiar snap in your stomach. Satoru uses his fingers to spread your lips as you cum all over his tongue. He laps up your juices with lewd squelching sounds as his clone fucks your face deeper. Nose meeting his snowy white pubes and balls hitting your chin, you choke from both the position and Satoru’s relentless tongue. 

“Yeah, cum all over my tongue, sweetheart.”

You ride out your high on Satoru’s pretty face, slick spreading all over his mouth and nose. With a final kiss to your cunt, he shifts your legs and moves to tower over from behind. 

Removing yourself from the other’s cock, you look over your shoulder to see your boyfriend sensually pumping himself, readying to enter your eager pussy.

“Hey now, eyes on me, pretty.” A long finger moves your chin so that you face the Satoru in front of you. Seems that no matter what, every Satoru was a little possessive over you.

He rubs his dripping tip on your face, smearing his precum as a gloss before fucking into your mouth once more. 

Almost at the same time, Satoru fully rams his cock inside your pussy without any warning, tip kissing your cervix.

 “Shit. Always taking me in so good, sweetheart.” he huffs out as your walls flutter around his length.

You groan loudly around the cock in your mouth, partly from the pain of being unprepared and partly from the pleasure of getting what you wanted the most - both ends filled by your loving boyfriend.

Your eyes were dazed as you stare doe-eyed up at the Satoru that was plunging into your mouth mercilessly - the other fucking your hole at a similar pace. Strangled yelps leave your mouth as his balls sinfully slap against your clit. 

The room fills with loud, wet noises, and the slapping of skin. Both Satorus hunch over you in pleasure, muscles rippling. Your cunt quivers in an almost-animalistic way at the small grunts falling from their pretty lips.

You whine as he finds that one spot inside you which makes you see stars every time his hips meet yours. One hand - you were too far gone to recognize whose - reaches under you to draw harsh circles on your clit.

Tears spring to your eyes at the sheer overstimulation, and you rock your hips to meet his powerful cadence. One of your hands reaches for the other’s hip for stability, nose meeting his pelvis nails dragging along the soft skin. He grips your hair tighter, lips bitten and swollen at the stimulation.

From the way your pussy was clenching, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were cumming again.

Now, throughout his life, Satoru has been called crazy many times. Crazy powerful, crazy handsome (in front of the mirror), and just downright mad. But it’s right about now - watching as you choke and cry around his own dick as he plows into you from behind - that he truly thinks he just might actually be a little crazy.

Slowing to shallow rocks, he focuses on his technique. 

Satoru basks in amusement when your whines of disappointment at his slowing pace die down as you register the tugging and sucking on your nipples from below.

You gasp as you break away from the Satoru in front of you and look down, breath catching in your chest as you realize that your boyfriend has conjured up another clone of himself. 

He was going to be the death of you.

“Pay attention, sweetheart.” you hear from behind you as Satoru starts up his relentless rhythm once more, hand now moving to squeeze and spread your ass. 

You knew where this was going, and you didn’t mind it one bit.

The stretch of your cunt as it adapted to Satoru’s length burned almost as much as your nipples as his clone continued to bite and tease them. “Feels good, babe?” he sighs around your breasts. Yet your whines of pleasure are quickly muffled by the flushed tip kissing your lips once more. 

“Hope you didn’t forget about me, pretty.” 

“More- Hngh, Toru!” you whine, not sure which Satoru you were addressing anymore . All three of them speed up their motions, the pleasure from all points pushing you over the edge.

You as you cum fast and hard. 

But your Satoru(s) don’t let you have a moment’s rest as your orgasm is quickly overshadowed by your boyfriend’s hands on your ass. Teasingly drawing circles around the rim. You shiver, hole quivering at the cold feeling of his saliva hitting you. 

His cock still ramming into your abused cunt, Satoru enters a finger into your ass. Using his spit and your slick from before to stretch you out till he’s satisfied. “Fuck- Taking me so good, sweetheart.” he moans out at the sight of you being stretched out from all ends by him and only him.

You continue mewling as the pleasure overtakes you. He was going to ruin you.

Half-delirious from all the stimulation, you barely hear the lowly “Ready, babe?” from below you before Satoru pulls out and suddenly you’re flipped. Easily manhandled by your boyfriend, your head lolls against his replica’s strong shoulder as you’re caressed from three sides once more.

“Feeling alright, sweetheart?” your boyfriend rasps from above. Now hot and bothered once more from how your loving boyfriend was using you like a ragdoll, you gasp out “Yeah, Toru. Need you so bad.”

“Oh yeah?” he grins, lining himself up with your pulsing pussy. “Tell me how badly you want me in all your tight lil’ holes.”

You choke out a sob at the way your Satoru was teasing your folds with his thick cock. “So bad- Need you so bad Toru. Want you to fill me up everywhere.” 

Arching your back, you grind your ass against the furiously hard cock prodding at your asshole. Hearing choked gasps from below you, your pussy clenches in anticipation around nothing. To Satoru, your arousal is almost palpable - as strong as the cursed technique in the air surrounding you two.

And that seems to be what finally makes Satoru snap before he sheathes himself entirely in your dripping cunt. Your strangled moans are cut off by the other Satoru slowly bullying himself into your other hole.

“Ah- Ah!” you yelp in both pain and pleasure as you’re stretched to your limits. You feel full. So full. You were going to snap - like a rubber band - and your boyfriend was going to be reveling in his success. The man in question furrows his brows, groaning at the sweet feeling of his pretty lil’ girlfriend being so tight.

A single tear streaming down your face is gently brushed away as a pair of muscular thighs come to rest beside your face. “Shhh, pretty. You can take it.”  

Both of them start moving carefully.

Satoru would never admit it, but feeling his own dick stretch you out twofold has been a little fantasy tucked in a deep, dark corner of his mind ever since he realized the nefarious purposes his technique could be used for.

He could feel his other version pumping into you from behind as he ruts into your cunt mindlessly. The friction mixed with the gummy wetness of your pussy was mind-blowing - fuck, he really should have watched Naruto with you sooner.

Satoru gazes at you through half-lidded eyes as you press kittenish pecks to his clone’s cock above you. You stare right into your boyfriend’s eyes as you take the length into your mouth once more, inch by inch. Nose meeting his pelvis.

Shit. Satoru feels like he could pass out - whether from seeing the sinful image of all your holes filled by him or from the excessive use of his cursed technique, he doesn’t question. Your walls flutter, struggling to take him both.

Fuck, he really feels like he’s gonna explode.

Satoru pulls out fully before harshly thrusting into you once more, keeping up a pace that has his abs burning and you struggling for air. He sees another tear fall delicately down your cheek.

“My girl takes me so well, huh? Fuck. Made jus’ for me, sweetheart.”

The air was stagnant with the smell of sex and jujutsu. 

All three Satorus thrust into you fiercely, the bed creaking furiously. Satoru has half a mind to worry about whether it would break down in the middle of all this. How inconvenient that would be, he’s so close. 

It was animalistic, the way you could just sit there and take it as your boyfriend used you in all sorts of ways you never deemed possible. 

You’re pretty sure your body is completely bruised and raw at this point. Eyes fluttering shut, tears cling to your lashes as you’re filled up. Your brain, as well as your holes, were overwhelmed with only Satoru Satoru Satoru. If your mouth wasn’t suckling on his length, you’re sure you’d be screaming loud enough for Satoru’s neighbor’s to file a noise complaint.

Good. So good.

Feeling that sharp tug on your stomach again, your legs flail as you steadily reach your climax. Held down by three sets of large hands - all caressing you relentlessly in various ways - you finally cum with an exhausted whimper.

Brain foggy and eyes unfocused, you barely feel the twitch of Satoru’s cock. 

With a throaty moan, all three versions of your boyfriend cum - not one pulling out. Your senses are overtaken as Satoru doesn’t relent his pace, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your abused pussy.

Ah- He felt he was gonna fuck another Gojo into you. Carry on his legacy. Shut those old cows up about a Gojo heir.

You’d look so round and beautiful with his kids. 

“Only I get to cum in this pussy.” he drawls out as he keeps rutting his sensitive cock into you. Low whines get stuck in his throat as he loses himself in the feeling of your tight walls coated in his semen. His other versions were also at their limit, shooting out thick streams of cum to paint your face and ass. 

You were so beautiful like this. Fucked out and covered in his seed. 

His and only his.

As you slowly come to your senses, the first thing you feel is wet. Not from your own slick, but from Satoru’s thick cum - it was everywhere, decorating your lips, your tits, all the way down to your holes below. 

The second thing you feel is raw. You weren’t too sure anymore that you’d be able to make it to that family dinner tomorrow, Satoru had absolutely gone all out tonight. 

Laying there, willing yourself to move, you flinch as something soft and wet touches your legs. “Shhh…easy there, sweetheart. Get some rest, I’ll take care of it.” you hear the soothing whisper of your one and only boyfriend. 

You muster up the strength to look up and see his gentle smile. “Rest.” he breathes out as he continues to wipe you down. In the back of your mind you register the distinct lack of the other presences of your boyfriend.

“T-Toru...” you were too fucked up to formulate proper sentences.

“Shhh it’s okay.”

At his tender whispers, you easily drift into a fatigued sleep. You dream of shadow clones and blue, blue skies. 

Waking up after your brief nap, you find yourself dressed and cuddled by Satoru on a fresh set of sheets. “You okay?” he mutters in-between innocent pecks to your bruised lips.

At your affirmative nod, he probes further “Learn anything about my technique?”

“Absolutely not.” you sigh, pulling him in closer. As you snuggle into the crook of his neck, you almost miss the devious grin spreading across his face.

“Then…wanna try six next time?”

A/N. No Part 2 till I figure out better ways to differentiate these bitches LMAO.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[werecreature-addicted]

obsessed with a loser virgin vampire who hasn't managed to get laid in the last 100-so years that he's been alive. He's just kind of a creepy loner who is too shy and awkward to get a date with anyone, especially other vampires who all seem to be supernaturally gorgeous in a way that he just isn't.

He meets you and you feel bad for the poor guy, he isn't ugly, he’s actually kind of cute in a geek way, or a bad guy just sort of awkward, and she’s your friend so you agree out of pity to just fuck him already and take his virginity.

He cums in two minutes flat, your sweet pussy is just too wet and tight for him to hold back, he also slips up and moans out “I'm in love you” as he cums his hips bucking forward as he shoots rope into your cunt, because of course, he wanted to hit it raw for his first time.

It’s awkward and a little tense but you tell him you’ll just forget it and you can both pretend that he didn’t tell you he loves you on accident.

You let him fuck you again a few days later and he says it again.