#drabbles based on art

[l2bbocsstuff]

STITCHING HEARTS TOGETHER

At 9 am on a Sunday, Korra stood at the front entrance of the house next door.  She was pretty sure that it would be unlocked because when she and Vi left the residence very early that particular morning, they had tucked Asami and Caitlyn into their respective beds.  The four of them had been drinking copious amounts of wine until the wee hours and Korra figured that neither of the other girls would have gotten up to lock the door.  She turned the knob and quietly stepped in.I’ll just clean up a bit before everyone else wakes up.

Korra began by putting the corks back into the semi-empty bottles that were sitting on the coffee table.  Her mind floated back to images of the night before.  She knew at one point that Caitlyn and she were wearing the wine cartons on their head and saying that they were “Team Blue” which automatically made Asami and Vi “Team Red”.

Spirits knows where that idea came from.

She put more than a few empty bottles back into the wine carton and picked up the glasses.  Still being as silent as possible, Korra crept into the kitchen.  Her startle reflex hit her full force when she saw Asami sitting at the kitchen table.  Korra blurted “Fuck!!” at the same time Asami said, “Holy shit!!  Korra what are you doing here?  You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“The feelings mutual.”

Once both women calmed a bit, Korra eyed Asami, who was wearing a blue and white sweater, a dark set of sunglasses inside, and her hair and make-up was flawless as usual.  Korra asked, “Why are you up so early?”

“I’ve always been an early riser.  Even when I’m hungover, like right now, my body says ‘get the hell out of bed’ because I know I won’t go back to sleep.  It really kind of sucks.  Why are you up?  You should feel as bad as I do and why are you sneaking around?”

“One – I don’t get hangovers.  Water tribe baby!!” she said as she flexed her biceps into a 90-degree angle.  “And two, I wasn’t sneaking around.  I was trying to clean up.  It seemed the least I could do because you guys bought all the wine.”

“That’s very kind of you.  Thank you.  Although we didn’t really buy all the wine.  Caitlyn’s parents left this for us when they were here a couple of weeks ago.”

“Ahhh, I kind of wondered where the wine came from.  I’ve never heard of Piltover’s Finest, not that I am much of a wine aficionado.”

Asami took a sip of her coffee, while leaving a lovely lip-stain on the cup, “Would you like one?”

“Yes, please.  I could use the caffeine.  I’m still pretty tired and mornings are evil.”

Asami poured one for her friend and then sat back down with a sigh.

Korra thanked her for the java, sat on the table and then said, “I wondered where I left that.”

“Left what?”

“My sweater.  I see it fits you.”

Asami blushed.  “You left it here a while ago.  I think it was the afternoon we had the barbeque when we were sitting outside.”

“My Mom made it for me when I was sixteen.  It was the first thing she ever knitted.  She got all the measurements wrong but I loved it anyway.  I think she thought I would keep growing and it would fit someday.  That never happened.”

Asami showed Korra how the arms fit her perfectly.  “Fits me just fine!!  By the way, where’s Vi?”

“She still sleeping it off.  Where’s Caitlyn?”

“The same,” Asami responded.

They sat peacefully and finished their coffees.  Then both women cleaned up the living room.  Once that was completed, Korra headed for the door.  She stopped and turned to her next-door neighbour, “I’m not getting that sweater back am I?”

Asami leaned in and kissed Korra on the cheek, “Probably not.” Korra walked back into her and Vi’s place with a thousand-watt grin on her face.

A lil wip..

[seraphimankh]

Woes of a Scarecrow

A little one shot for you all

[aprito]

sos fam...they are so important to me actually...

[clemsharmony]

how do i RUIN killers life quickest route no freeways. puter do you hear me

(killer/something new by rahafwabas)

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

EXTREMELY sorry if you've already answered this, but. hey! are you okay with people writing fics based on your eddsworld comics? was thinking about writing a oneshot based on the polyworld rooftop comic (the "god made me wrong" one) with credit but i wasn't sure u_u

h HELLO???? i would be HONORED....

PLEASE go for it i would absolutely LOVE to see what you come up with!!

[doodlesdreaming]

“This concert was definitely worth sneaking into!”

Dance with the Dead AU- @zoanluen

[callofdudes]

The Grim Reaper will often take the form of a former loved one when someone dies to help them cross. Johnny dies...

And the Grim Reaper comes to collect him, bending down, tilting Johnny's chin up to look into familiar brown eyes.

Johnny trusts Simon so so much he'd let Simon lead him through death. Johnny's eyes widen and he tries to hug Simon, feeling the cold, dead bones in its body...

"I don't want to go Simon..."

It's arms wrap around him, petting through his hair. "I'll be with you every step. Let's go Johnny, it's cold out here."

Johnny grabs a corner or the Reaper's cloak to hang onto as he's led through the darkness. Simon would lead him home, would show him where he needed to go, just like he always does. Simon would make sure he was safe, every single step.

[angel-fruitcake]

picture this:

TFW 2.0 are working some run-of-the-mill case at a theme park. once they finish up, they decide to hop on a few rides because why the hell not, right?

cut to all 4 of them on a roller coaster- Dean screaming in pure terror and clinging to Cas who has a completely neutral expression. Sam whooping with his hands in the air. Jack laughing and having the absolute time of his life

afterwards once Dean can feel his legs again, he totally nonchalantly asks if anyone wants to ride it again. Cas volunteers, not because he found the ride particularly exciting, but because he liked the way Dean clung to him

[catfuyus]

"hmm?" mikey hums as you press gentle kisses into his neck. it's kiss after kiss. your lips never tiring of his skin. he's sat up in bed with your blanket rolled up on his lap. it's early morning and the time change has the sun lightening the backdrop of the curtains.

you're already dressed for work. makeup on and coffee made. he said he was going to the gym with baji this morning, otherwise he'd still be sleeping warmly in the bed you two share.

he hasn't opened his eyes from the moment you flicked on the dim lights to the moment you gathered up your belongings for work. not even now, as you press loving kisses into your boyfriend's face, knees on the mattress as you lean over the side to hold mikey's face in your hands. kissing his cheek, kissing his head, kissing his neck.

when you finally pull away about to head off to work, mikey's arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back towards him, locking you in place. eyes still closed, man still half asleep.

"mikey," you giggle, whisper his name in his ear as you press another kiss into the side of his face. "i'm gonna be late."

"mmm," he grunts in response, moving himself closer to you to give you access for more kisses.

you take his face between your two hands, plant a nice steady kiss against his sleepy mouth, and pull away. mikey smiles and finally lets you slip away as his eyes peek open. you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. you're just so beautiful. and you're all his. your kisses are his and your hands are his. your smile belongs to him.

"don't forget you're meeting up with baji this morning," you remind him as you grab your purse and keys in the doorway.

"I love you," mikey's sleep heavy voice responds as you open the front door. he rubs his eyes as he admires your form standing in the doorway.

"I love you too baby, see you soon," you smile and lock the door. the sky is pink and rosy as you get into your car. brisk air waking you up as you take another sip from your hot coffee. the earth is alive, the coffee is warm, and mikey loves you so much.

ⓒ catfuyus | please do not plagiarize, repost, or redistribute in any way to any other platforms, including wattpad and tiktok.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: OC! - Kirin Character: Trafalgar Law Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Vampire AU Prompt: Aphrodisiac Gift Giver: @cebwrites

Summary: Vampire Hunter Trafalgar Law has a hard time dealing with Vampire Kirin.

But that seems to be a normal Tuesday for this "odd" couple.

Content Notes: they/them Law, Kirin is a trans man OC, use of drugs, mentions of biting and blood, fingering, multiple orgasms, mdni

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The vampire licks his lips, savoring the sweet blood on his teeth even as he moves away from one very irritated hunter. Between the two of them, Kirin is doing far better, but that’s to be expected. Not only does he have the physical advantage over the hunter, it’s his home turf.

The triumph on Kirin’s face falters after a brief moment. The vampire hunter before him was handsome, alluring, and delicious. The mere scent of the darker skinned man was enough to maybe make Kirin a little sloppier than usual. It was fun to play with one’s food from time to time.

Something was wrong, however, but he couldn’t yet put his finger on it.

Law put a hand over the deep bite wound on his shoulder, grimacing a bit and giving Kirin a sour look. They’d been fighting for long enough that the room was half a disaster, and it was going to take hours to mend their clothes.

But the ferocity was going to be less of an issue now.

The rush of euphoria that hits Kirin is so strong that both of his hands are between his legs involuntarily. “Haannngh ♥” The sweet cry drips from his lips as blood rushes through his body. Dropping to his knees his hands are over his mouth, shock and embarrassment scrawled over his face.

Law grins down at him, and Kirin thinks that dark scowl is even better from this angle.

“I see it works.” They muse, reaching down and caressing the side of Kirin’s face. The vampire nuzzles into the offered hand almost automatically. Law tightens the grip on Kirin’s face, forcing him to look up as he squeezes his cheeks. “I win.”

Kirin scowls, though it looks more like a pout with his cheeks smushed. “Don’t give me that, a little aphrodisiac isn’t going to,” Law presses the top of their boot into Kirin’s cunt, “HNNNNGH-FUCK!” His body grinds against Law’s boot before he can stop himself, the pleasure nearly sending him over the edge.

Law’s smirk is equally haughty and aggravating, as far as Kirin’s concerned.

“I cuh-can still,” Kirin stutters as Law continues to tease him with his boot. “Fight! I can still fight.”

“You’re humping my boot like a whore.” Law points out, moving enough to start pushing the laces of their boot into Kirin’s soaked pants. “You can’t fight like this.”

“How are you not,” he gasps. Kirin’s gaze shifts down and his question is answered. Law’s pants are straining to hold back the boner in them. “Oh my you’ve been fighting while horny this whole time!” His eyes light up and he reaches out, palming Law’s erection through their pants.

Law grunts, lifting their boot and pushing Kirin away with their leg. The delighted vampire tumbles back and laughs as he lays sprawled out on the floor.

“I knew something was off.” Kirin sighs, his words melting into an inviting hum as Law kneels between his legs. “You seemed oddly distracted.”

“At least one of us can fight while drugged.” Law grumps, undoing all three of Kirin’s belts. “Did you have to rip my clothes?”

“You wanted to spar ♥,” he hums in response, lifting his hips as Law pulls his pants off. “I’m just trying to help you maintain your edge against my kind, hun~ter.”

“Hmph.” They grunt, the irritated sound giving way to a full-toothy grin as they see the state Kirin’s in. “You’re soaked.”

“I don’t need your sass.” Kirin pouts, sticking his tongue out.

Law pulled their own belt off, setting the weapon-heavy contraption off to the side. “Say what it is you need then.” They prompt, pulling their throbbing cock free. “Admit your defeat, and beg for me to give you what you want.”

A shiver runs through Kirin the likes of which he doesn’t think he’s felt in some centuries. His eyes are transfixed on the thick, leaking member Law’s stroking so slowly. It’s not like the two haven’t gone at it like this before, but his need hadn’t ever been so powerful before. Normally, he’d play at being a brat, but…

“… That.” Kirin says, suddenly feeling several shades of shy.

“This?” Law questions, slipping two tattooed fingers into Kirin’s dripping cunt with ease. Some word on Kirin’s lips shattered into nothing as his body tensed and his back arched. The drug was making what usually felt good feel incredible, and it was difficult to focus.

“No, ah,” he starts but Law’s thumb presses against his clit as they begin to finger fuck him. Kirin tries to clarify, he really does, his words starting and stumbling several times as Law played him like a fiddle.

His pleasure rose to a peak, setting Kirin’s body alight with bliss. His muscles spasmed and the sweet half-babbled words that had been trying desperately to escape him turned into a growling melody of euphoria. One that Law ensured he enjoyed for as long as possible before finally pulling their fingers out.

The soft splatter of fluid onto the stone floor as Law shook the excess off their fingers wasn’t lost to Kirin’s ears, even in his blissful haze.

“Not… fingers.” Kirin huffs, voice breathy as his head is still swimming from the orgasm. “Your cock, you smarmy bastard!”

Holding onto his legs, Law ruts their cock against Kirin’s slit, wetting it and reveling in Kirin’s whimpering pants from the sensation. Half-hearted insults dribble from his lips, but Law knows they’re said with love.

And right now a decent bit of lust.

“Then allow me to remedy that.” He shifts a little and pushes in with a slow, steady ease.

“O~~h, fuck, I’m going to cum again!” Kirin whines, squirming beneath Law.

Law grins at the declaration and hilts in one swift motion, thrusting into him relentlessly. The sudden push and ruthless follow up had pushed the air from Kirin, and his second orgasm was nearly silent as the tension in his body and lack of air stopped him from crying out.

Putting more weight against his legs, Law presses them back and fucks their sweet vampire through the pleasure. The aphrodisiac they made had been tailored more to Kirin than to Law, not that they were going to explain as much to Kirin any time soon.

Kirin’s third orgasm had his eyes rolling back into his head as Law came deep inside him. The way he throbbed and fluttered against them was so good that nothing was needed to enhance it. But the aphrodisiac play had been a request, and who were they to deny such a sweet request?

Law shifts their hips slowly for a moment, giving Kirin a chance to catch his breath and come back to his senses.

“It’s going to be a long night,” Law muses, pushing in deep as Kirin keens from the pleasure of it. “Seems this version isn’t going to let me calm down anytime soon.”

Despite himself, Kirin swallows thickly. “Well… there aren’t any windows down here, sweetheart, so… ah, do your worst, little hunter ♥.”

There’s a slight pang of regret at his choice of words as Law smiles darkly down at him.

“As you wish, little vampire.”

[lockpicnic]

something old, something new, something stolen, something blue

It's the dream of so many young women, and yet she can't help but believe she wants it more than anyone else.

Even at a young age her one true dream was to marry a wealthy man. Nobility preferred, but not required as long as he had the cash. She had a lot of mouths to feed after all, and the line of work the Yngvi siblings once found themselves in didn’t always cut it. Marriage was simply for convenience in her mind— something a cute girl could use to get her way. Rarely did she think about whether or not they’d really love each other.

But that didn’t stop her from dreaming of that fairytale wedding, being walked down the aisle by a father she never knew the face of with a wide grin on her face. The man waiting for her at the altar has no discernible features, and yet the way she looks at him is as if he was the only man in the world.

Every morning after that dream she could hardly remember the details, save for the image of a ribbon from her hair dancing in the wind.

———

Even as she fought during the war the idea of getting married never left her mind. A Prince like Shannan or Seliph would have done nicely (she would’ve considered the others too if they weren’t so…preoccupied with women of their own— she was a thief, but that didn’t make her a monster who would steal someone else’s man), but they never seemed to even glance in her direction unless she called for their attention first.

Yet the dreams of marriage persisted. This time her mother (at least, the mother she knew from the tales,) was brushing her hair, telling her just how proud she was of her. It was one of her favourite dreams at the time, always ending with her mother stepping away from the vanity to reveal a beautiful wedding dressed made just for her. It looked straight out of a fairytale!

Perhaps that was why it only belonged in her dreams.

———

Her arrival in Fódlan only made the thought of marriage grow more and more invasive, noble men from continents she’s never heard of finding themselves in the exact same halls as a girl like her. How could resist such a golden opportunity? It didn’t matter if her grades were poor— bagging a rich husband meant there was no need for any sort of formal education!

So when a travelling wedding boutique first arrived in town she knew she had to go and look at it for herself. Even if she didn’t have any suitors yet it was never too early to window shop! While all the dresses were gorgeous, the veils were what truly stood out to the thief. Never did she think they could come in so many different styles!

That night she dreamt of her brother. He teases her as always, but the teasing soon ends in kind words. He’s proud of her for settling down, and those words alone leave her in tears (and with wet cheeks once she woke up). Before she could react a veil is placed on her head, one with flowers adorning the crown, and he wishes her good luck with her new husband.

The next day she returns to the boutique before they close, stashing an exact veil inside of her bag. It’s fine— they probably wouldn’t miss it.

———

Rarely did Patty busy herself with gardening anymore. Out of all the little domestic hobbies she’s picked up it was by far her worst one, but something about the greenhouse felt more calming in the last few months. Blue and white flowers sprout from the earth, shining under the sun’s rays.

“They’d look cute in a vase— ooo, or maybe a bouquet!” She spoke to herself, imagining the arrangement she could make with the patches of flowers. For most brides it would probably be a little too plain…but the longer she stared at them, the more and more perfect her imaginary bouquet grew. “And maybe I could get one of the big blue ones on my dress to spice it up— give it a lil splash of colour!”

It had been awhile since she last thought of her dream wedding. She always thought her wedding would become more of a priority as she grew older…but it turned out that the older you got, the more things you had to worry about. That didn’t mean that she didn’t like to sit and day dream about it still, however.

She could especially envision just how it would look now: it would be held in Yngvi, the courtyard decorated to the nines! Of course the orphans would be there too, all cleaned up and ready to be her flower boys and girls! Febail would be there, just like how he was in her dream…though, maybe it would be him walking her down the aisle? Or would that job have to go to Uncle Andrei instead? It didn’t really matter in the end, so long as they were both attending.

“…Or maybe I’ll end up meetin’ some bad boy and eloping.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. Now that would have Andrei cross…but it didn’t really matter how it happened, right? So long as she was someone’s blushing bride she would be happy!

The thief slowly rises from her spot, eyes trailing from the patches of flowers to where the Lady-of-Mourning once grew.

“It don’t matter how I get it or who I get it with…I know I’m gonna get my happily ever after soon!”

Patty has mastered Bride!

[d011zk1ll]

Just realised I gave this to my discord server and forgot about my Tumblr so take some gay babies at a hero's gala!!

[dafry-shenanigans]

I originally made this drabble for fun and from pure impulse-

It's not much or that good or interesting probably but i liked the idea so i have decided i shall share it

Enjoy! :D

Simon walked up towards the nervous little girl and crouch down to be on her eye level.

"Hey there kiddo, I'm Simon. What's your name?" Simon said softly with a kind and patient smile.

Flora didn't know why, but she felt like she could trust simon at that moment and she didn't feel nervous anymore. "Flora."

Simon smiled. "Flora, that's a wonderful name! Do you wanna go somewhere Flora? It can't be that fun being cooped up in this place all day."

"Really? But professor..." Flora looked away conflicted.

"Don't worry about it! I'll talk to him later, besides I'll look after you! but for now, is there any place you want to go visit?" Simon place a comforting hand on Flora's shoulder.

"Really? I can go anywhere i want?" Flora said wishfully.

"Whatever your heart desire pumpkin!" Simon offered.

Flora beamed at Simon. Simon smile grew wider and yet there was a tinge of something else (sadness?), but as sudden as it appeared it disappears.

For the rest of that day Flora and Simon visited many places, mostly by walking and just doing a lot of sight seeing (because simon doesn't really have any money), but the pair had fun anyway.

Flora was estatic to be able to go out for once! She got to explore and enjoy it even more so with Simon's company.

Simon have given Flora his full undivided attention, they both had a really long meaningful and fun conversation, learning more about each other and almost instantly they form a bond.

Simon may have just met Flora, but he was willing to do anything for the little girl.

Speaking of doing that, seems like Simon will also be having a long serious conversation with that so called professor once he sees the man again.

But for now, Simon and Flora enjoyed the time they spent outside together.

Flora eyes shined with child like wonder and she smiled brighter the longer they went on. Simon feels just a little lighter knowing he made her day a little better.

[demonsfate]

PARASITE / / / PUPPET

[rebornofstars]

Hi @maesonc-artistic-adventures! Your artwork is so beautifully textured and adorable and has inspired me to continue creating for this fandom. I admire you a lot, so I wrote this short piece for you as part of the Fan Joy July challenge based on your artwork. I hope that’s okay!

“It’s definitely north,” said Wind. Warriors loomed over his shoulder and he snatched the map out of sight, scowling. Rain was drumming against the shield Warriors held over their heads, pt-pt-pt-pt-pt off the grooved metal and all around them in thick droplets. Not that it was doing them much good. A stiff breeze was flinging the water under their makeshift shelter and into their faces. The back of Wind’s tunic was all damp. “Hey! Pirate eyes only.” “What, you’re worried I’m going to see the X where you buried all your treasure?” Warriors laughed. “You didn’t even make this map. And anyway, you’re holding it upside down.” “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” Warriors tugged it out of the kid’s hands and rotated it, then handed it back. Wind’s eyes went round. He squinted through the rain. “Oh,” he said. The shield thrummed. Pt-pt-pt-pt-pt. Warriors laughed at him. Wind elbowed him in the ribs as hard as he could manage.  “Well, how was I supposed to know that?” he demanded. “In my era we draw our compasses in this corner, not that one.” He shoved the map under the captain’s nose, pointing. Warriors shook his head.  “It’s labelled?”  “Well, I don’t read this hylian, do I?” Wind said incredulously. “I can’t deal with you imbeciles.” “Ah, come on now,” Warriors said. “Don’t start quoting the old man at me, that’s not fair.” He blinked rain out of his eyelashes, blond hair soaked flat against his forehead, and grinned winningly until Wind elbowed him again. “We need to go east,” the kid decided, holding the map out. An icy wave of rain came upon them from behind. A furious shiver wracked him. “Nah,” Warriors admitted. “It’s north. You were holding it the right way before.” Wind whipped his head around and glared. “You rat bastard.” Warriors grinned. “Just a bit of fun. C’mon, squirt. Lead the way.” “See if I ever let you give me map advice ever again,” Wind said with his nose in the air. He gestured in the right direction. Warriors set off, brisk pace slightly more sluggish than usual, matching Wind’s walking speed. If the sailor had asked, he would’ve cited the weather—but he kept his shield level above Wind’s head the entire journey, as they both stumbled on down the road to Kakariko through the cold grey rain.

Fan Joy July Masterpost

Took sometime away from art and it helped a lot to reset and find new inspiration 💙

[lvrgirl-inc]

☆ ★ ☆

pair. Satoru Gojo x f!reader

wc. 1k

genres. House husband, stickers, smut, drabble, lowkey comedy, smut, riding, praise, teasing, “way to go superstar”, twt art, submissive(?) ‘Toru.

A/N: Random drabble written after seeing @baobei-bu ‘s twitter work (s) . Completely spontaneous. All credits to the artist, bravo.

☆ ★ ☆

————

There you were, stuffed full with delicious inches from your loving and ever the immature, Satoru. Large hands on your waist as you straddled his lap as your hips worked to suck him off with your body.

Panting like a dog and yet he still just looked..priceless. Not because of his facial expression, how he was biting down on his lip like it was the tastiest thing on earth, the grunts and whimpers that you earned with each slosh of your pussy—but the stickers.

Just a while before you two had gotten..well, here, you’d been showing off a sticker collection that the people at your job had acquired via cleaning the storage unit. Rainbows of multi and mono-colored cats, hearts, stars that had wound their way up on your boyfriend’s face. 

Though, when you’d placed one on his lips, using your own, he brought a thumb and his index up to your stomach. Just eyeing the expanse from fingertip to fingertip. Reasonably, you inquired what exactly he was doing and he breathed easily, “Just measuring.” 

“Measuring what?”

And absolutely nothing else came after that besides a lowering of those fluttering blanc lashes as he stared up at you. Already perched above him, covered in a few stickers, yourself.

Following that was easy for one to see how you were now riding a sticker-covered Satoru like your life depended on it.

The solo act of your cunt squelching and drooling all over his cock was interrupted by a sharp smack! directly to your ass, followed by an odd feeling in said location.

“Nghh..! ‘Toru, are you— f-fuck, are you kidding me..?” you’d complain in a breathless pant, looking down and over your shoulder a bit. Practically planted in the spot at this point, knees buckled and slack jawed just from his cock alone, this cheeky.. “Did you just- p-put a sticker on my—haah..!”

Swiftly cut off by another playful slap to the fat of your ass, he pulled that smug grin up at you, leaning forward to take up one of your perky tits into his mouth. He could probably never name another place or another taste better than his girls that always bounced so nicely when he was fucking you right. 

Gingerly sucking and tugging at your nipples, alternating between the two on either focal point of your breasts, you were reduced to a whiny mess on top of him easily. 

That straight shot just dragging and digging out your inner walls easily just as he pulled off your soft mound, replacing his mouth with the hand that wasn’t holding you spread nice for him. Looking up at you through that sweat dampened fringe of white. “Yeahhh, I gotta reward my lil’ superstar, don’t I?” he panted with the proudest smirk on his face. 

Bucking his hips up to meet yours one good time, your head cocked back with a mean jolt that went straight to your head. Fuck he hit that spot, dead-on too in a way that had your mouth hanging open dumbly. Nails scratching at his chest to a loose close.

You were just being wrecked. Drowned in praises with your insides clamping down around his thick shaft, the base giving your clit much needed attention with the steadily increasing succession of his dick’s mean pummeling up into you. 

And he had the nerve to slap another on the opposite cheek. “Bullseye~” in a sultry tone against your neck as he bit down on your collarbone, hooking his palms exactly where he’d slapped—two, now—stickers, using the hold to fuck himself mindlessly through your cunt. “Mhnn..s’fuckin’ tight…gold star every..time, fuuuck..” 

His voice would trail off, mouth coming back down to suckle on your tits again, laving his tongue all over your sensitive buds, even moaning with a good portion of the fatty flesh in his hot, wet maw. 

Giving you a rush of euphoria as you squeaked out the words, “Mhm, mhmm, jus’ like that, ‘Toru..” you’d breathlessly encourage, never stopping your own eager up and down as both of you selfishly chased your pleasure through the benefit of the other. “Shit, ‘m gonna cum..~” whining out as your face came down on his shoulder.

You could hear him groaning beside your head, his own leaning back as he raggedly, “Hnn..me too, me fuckin’ too..ughh..” already too lost in the feeling of your pussy crying down his cock and balls, dripping down his inner thighs easily as you started to clench and unclench around him faster.

“Gonna do it f’me, huuhh? Yeahh, yeah you are, my little star~” he rambled, his cock screwdriving your G-spot so precisely that you bit down on his shoulder, almost screaming into the skin there. “Hhh, f-fuck, gonna fill this cunt so fuckin’ good..God..”

And if Satoru was anything, he was honest. Selectively, albeit, but honest nonetheless. So when he whimpered against your skin in a pitch he only hit with you, or rather with your pussy, “Fuuck, mhnn, fucking…cummin’..” brows furrowed down to the hilts and the crown of his cock did the same thing inside you, seemingly nuzzling its way deeep in your guts.

Needless to say, you were right there with him, strangled moans tearing from your throat as your hips twisted and milked him for everything he had whilst he willingly dumped his load inside. Hot, velvety ropes of the stuff pouring down the sides of your inner walls as you both moaned through it, grinding each other straight into afterglow where Satoru reluctantly pulled out.

It was such a mess. Your cunt obscenely dripping with his handiwork. Using a thumb to slightly spread you out with the most perverse grin.

He took a second to adjust your positions, moving you from on his thighs to sort of bent over the couch arm, sated and trying to catch your breath. Meanwhile, he took the time to admire his little sticker job. Well, that and your utter exhaustion. “Pfft—did the stickers make you cum harder? It’s like praise within praise. Ah, I’m so clever.” coming from the man who was just whining your name over and over.

“Maybe they did..if I say yes, will you let me stack donuts on it?” now that made both of you cackle, even in your fucked-out and tired states.

He didn’t say no, though.

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