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#james somerton#hbomberguy#youtube#not surprised he decided to just run#sucks that he didn't even apologize#but his ig i still up so maybe he'll post somethint there#if you donated to Telos my deepest condolences
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raven molisee (steven universe storyboarder for part of its run) is selling some drawings from the time of the showâs production and some i found interesting are nsfw larsadie, specifically drawn during the writing of joking victim
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#steven universe#larsadie#sadie miller#lars barriga#ALSO he revealed in another posting that lars and sadie used to be in their mid 20âs at least up to island adventure#before they actually decided on an age#i am mostly surprised that 1. these came so early in the showâs run#(a lot of ns.fw drawn by cartoon staff is just for silly jokes#especially after a looong time of working on a show and giving less of a shit#but this is⌠character driven sex as odd as that seems to say)#2. there is so little released of official ns.fw art by the crew#because it undeniably happens in the industry#but tbf spon.gebob had a big leak only like a year ago and itâs been around for a while#other cool things revealed by raven: he pitched lars to have borderIine personality disorder to the crew once#he wrote lars to be conflicted with his gender identity as a kid#and he and paul (storyboard partner) wanted lars x ronaldo instead of (the slight) ronaldo x sadie in horror club
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Whew, apparently I lucked out and dipped in time since both of my shitheel exes have become rabid q-anon nutcases in the last year. I'm happy to say they, in turn, have lost the vast majority of their friends since they could only tolerate the hate they vomit all over the place so much.
#wild cause one was a bernie bro and the other damn near seemed to worship hillary just a few short years ago#i may have lost one friend to it - they lost everyone#and one for sure - being my long-term abuser - deserves every miserable second he has to live with it#until the world decides to be merciful and run him over with a truck <3#the other i'd be genuinely surprised if he can still even vote legally
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My mini contribution to @echoes-lighthouse's Evil Slasher Orphanage! My wife Anna and I are here to help, and brought a few more kids of our own.
I really thought I was a horror fan until I sat down to draw this and came up blank. I guess I'm not a slasher guy, because a LOT more Monsters and Beasts came to mind, so it took a while to form a list. Though I did include Sam who is certainly a Creeture but.. They're human enough.
#Emile's Arts#Proud Parent Posting#Slasher Orphanage#I'm stealing the Entity's abilities from DBD and giving them to me#And then immediately using them on accident to bring all these kids into one reality#That doesn't have to be canon to the orphanage obviously I just love being an Eldritch Being but Stupid#Also Friday the 13th is a movie in the Scream franchise so I thought this was a fun way to explain that fkjsdfkdfdkj#Honorable mention goes out to Frankenstien's Monster he is my baby but I could not for the life of me choose a design for him#I knew I KNEW I wanted Brandon immediately amazing concept that movie horrid execution#What if you had the powers of God in Middle School. You'd kill people right??? Right.#Also Sam Trick R Treat my beloved amazing Comic series that I love their design and energy#Spirit of Halloween little guy#One year I will dress up as them.. one year#ALSO BUBBA#I was so surprised Bubba wasn't in the original Orphanage cast he's SUCH a sweet pea I love him#Do not let him in the kitchen I don't care how big and wet his puppy eyes are do not let him in there#I also included Billy Trick R Treat because I wanted to the kid who plays him in the movie adaptation is very cute#And I LOVE a murderous little kid it's incredibly funny to me#More honorable mentions I considered;#Fran Bow and Misfortune but neither of them are Slashers on Purpose really#Misfortune is just a victim and IF Fran did kill her parents it wasn't her own choice#Six LN as well I love her but again... Not really a slasher. Also she's like two feet tall#I also though M3gan but eeeeeeeeeeeh I dunno I might come back to that#I was thinking about Rin Dead By Daylight as well and she's still on the table I think she'd fit in#I was also originally going to do The New King from Chzo Mythos but changed to John just because he's more Slasher Child than DaCabe#And again I kept running through Monsters like from Crypt TV and such and decided against them#Me my children my wife and this random person who's farm we stumbled across and are now crashing in#It's fine Anna's very use to Farm Labor she'll be a great help#And she is VERY calm comforting mother-y when she eventually calms down#She's gonna dote all over those girls
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#I have thoughts about the new tour yet I am not sure if I should share (given why I do so in tags)#I am not surprised to see denmark is absent#I am a bit surprised to see no scandinavian country AT ALL#not surprised to see germany and the uk have most dates (that's sadly something I've seen a lot from bands/artists I like)#a little befundled with the route he has scheduled for both germany and the uk dates#glad to see other countries like switzerland france and the netherlands get their debut#not surprised it is in october since that seems to be around the same time for his europe antics last year as well#all this said I am a bit conflicted what to do myself#I'd like to go to gigs on this tour#yet I've already run out of the country four times these past upcoming five months (three times to finland)#since it is quite expensive and maybe not something I will have time for given I hopefully get an internship in august#with that in mind I feel like I should probably go for only a few dates#and yet last time I felt very much like I was missing out and overlooked because I didn't go to âmore than two showsâ#and here is where I feel like my thoughts are probably not great#i was thinking about maybe going for hamburg as first priority since it is the closest (4 hours in train)#then have frankfurt and munich as second priorities making it a little mini tour#I am not sure if I'd physically and mentally be able to do more than three gigs in a row#yet if I am I sort of want to go to zurich too because I've never been there#two days to decide is not very long#I feel very stressed tbh#and I hope noone will take this in any wrong way#please I really dont want to feel shit again#I know my last concert related take was on the fence#(even though as it turned out the venue did worse than me in that regard)#but this one is really just me thinking about what would be the smartest plan#other possible options would be to go for zurich since it is in a weekend (sunday) and then - depending on whether or not I have work#either go home or follow jere to amsterdam (then maybe paris and brussels)#another option is berlin then hamburg and then to home from there (so two shows)#or london and bristol since its the weekend (maybe manchester as well if it is not far - so up to three shows)#the latter I am a bit concerned about since being trans in the uk is not great atm
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Randall felt a bit like a yo-yo during this conversation, going from brightening at the suggestion of a courthouse wedding, only to falter when Emily pointed out the time discrepancy. She was right: It'd need to be open very late for their wedding, and that just may not be a possibility...
However, it didn't take June to say, as she took a sip of her tea, "Well, tell you what: I treat a couple of the justice's grandchildren at the clinic, and we've spoken a few times when he's brought them in-his daughter and her husband sometimes can't get out of work, so he steps up. Why don't I talk to him, and see if there's anything we can arrange?"
"Really, Ma?" Randall asked, brows rising in surprise at this suggestion, at which his mother shrugged with a little smile, saying, "It's worth a shot!" She could tell him that her son and his bride-to-be both worked very late and wouldn't be able to make it any earlier than the evening-given the odd hours his daughter and son-in-law worked at their joint law firm, he might understand.
"Unless you two have any other ideas?" Wilhelm ventured to ask, at which Randall smiled, admitting, "Nothing in particular," before turning to Emily-did she have an alternative suggestion?
#((i admit; the angle i thought they were gonna go for was that tiffany would die and become a spirit))#((and both she and chucky would terrorize everyone at the white house together; and that would NOT have gone well))#((because having TWO op spirits under one roof would've been downright catastrophic for everyone!))#((because you're right; chucky is WAY too op as a ghost! his powers seemed downright limitless))#((and him not being able to be seen makes it even easier for him to run around terrorizing people!))#((honestly it's surprising that he didn't decide to just stick with being a ghost))#((but i think chucky is genuinely attached to the good guy doll appearance; it probably does give him more))#((of a challenge-as a doll; he can easily gaslight/screw with people who think he's a normal doll))#((he can ambush people and take them by surprise; that sorta thing-i think the thrill of the hunt so to speak))#((is part of the appeal to chucky; just as much as the outright killing itself!))#outofhatboxes#beatingheart-bride#V:Dark Shadows
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any other systems / collectives / etc have alters / facets / headmates / etc who come out literally Just to do a bit. like the commitment to the bit is what they're here for
#i put real ramble in tags like always but#i was in the car and listening to music and yknow. much like any singlet i know you get the music videos! in the brain.#but. the thing is they're a group project now. you understand.#its different than *me* (s) just imagining a music video like playing with dolls. of the mind. this... its participatory. you get it.#anyway t is pretty much a frequent flyer only because he's constantly deciding he's the star of brain music videos#also. ok. if u havent like stalked this blog u may not know but our basement in headspace is a karaoke bar bc i heard another system had on#and we were like âyou can do that???â so we built one#and now. much of the time. it is a Performance for many a song#this isnt just t btw. every fictive. and two npcs(?) all from the same source (of course.) are like. it's my time to shine#and again it is very much different than when like i choose to imagine a music video cause i do that often too. but im never Surprised#by the music video im making. bc im making it! im making conscious artistic choices#but when t or n or m just Appear to make the song about them. im surprised. i oft laugh at their sudden choreography. yknow?#also t will sometimes just steal the mouth for one second to blurt out a bad joke and then run away leaving me to deal with the consequence#if ur gonna badly flirt w our irl partner you have to at least stick around. take responsibility!! you dick!! /lh#anyways#system stuff#s post
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   / My god- my love for gil is always present but as iâm sitting once again to hopefully finish watching C.CC (last time I got distracted) it just refreshes me once again just how interesting and unpredictable g.ilgamesh is, yet how at the same time, all that he says still ends up making sense to his character! He really is a character that is difficult to fully box in one slot once you look closer down the rabbit hole that is himself and that is always a delight to see
#/lit c.cc is a reminder to my portrayal that g.il doesnt really have a decisive 'pattern' of action#/like;; when you think about it closely; he really is unpredictable#ITS LIKE;; i keep going from 'oh he would absolutely k_ll this person for saying that to him' and then i get proved wrong#and it turns out he finds it amusing instead and decides to forgive x person for their 'insolence'#or him straight up admitting that he is not at his prime;; u would think that someone as prideful as g.il would never admit something like#weakness; but it happens to be the contrary; he is fully aware of his limitations and even makes fun of it#(albeit in a rather derogative manner with h.akuno)#but he still admits it directly#or him complaining about resting in a c.lassroom mockup and calling it cheap and etc#but rejoicing at the same time over the experience and calling it as one of the pleasures of traveling#its just;;a bunch of things that surprise you at each turn#when u think u have g.il figured out; he jumps with something unpredictable that at the same time makes a lot of sense to his character#that's something i've always found interesting but its by retaking c.cc once again that it reminds me of that again#he is as how h.akuno said; majestic#majestic in a way that is not just related to gold or wealth but#majestic in the sense that he has an absolute sense of value that nothing can knock down#also for context; the pic is the response of deciding to run away bc the enemies they were gonna face were logically stronger than them
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#THE GRUDGE! g. satoru
â sum. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasnât the best idea. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basketâitâs right between your legs.. boo!
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warnings. fem! reader, ex-husband gojo, mentions of (2) kids, unprotected, pwp, mild hatefĂšcking, kakashi references eheh, gojo's still whipped, filthy dirty talk, prone bone, praise, implied brĂŠeding, cunnÄŤlingus / face sÄŤtting, bĂłob fondling, possessive themes, size kink, overstim, brat taming, fÄąngering, squÄąrting, petnames.
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at the gojoâs, you mentally smack yourself as your feet step onto the scream-themed door mat that reads âstep if you dare.â part of you wished no one would answer the doorbell, but part of you solely wished he didnât answer. it was about seven thirty at night, and with it being saturday, you had the kids for a few days. after that, youâd switch with satoruâyour jeering hot-headed ex-husband. you decided since you got off early youâd take them trick-or-treating for a bit. but itâs to your utmost âsurpriseâ that satoru opens the door.
âoh! and who are you supposed to be pretty lady?â heâd hum, digging his hands into his pockets. satoru purposely tilts his head down, getting a good look at you while raising a brow. of course, he always went out for his costumes. this year, heâs wearing some sort of green flak jacket, a mask, and a long-sleeved shirt underneath with dark blue pants.
with a grump, you tuck your arms underneath your pits with your purse clinging onto your shoulder. âmyself,â and your eyes flicker toward his messy frosted hair thatâs spikier than usual. satoruâs wide headband partially droops below his left eye before you finish mumbling, âwho are you even supposed to be.â
âuh, kakashi hatake. the man, the myth, the legend,â and satoru leans back against the front door, pulling out a fake kunai. a hand runs through his hair before he snickers at your unamused expression. tough crowd. âaw, you must be here for the kids, yeah? well, theyâre out with nanami ân suguru trick-or-treatinâ. just some blocks down,â and satoru stepped a few feet back once you trod your way inside, mutely cursing yourself that youâd probably have to wait until they got back. as long as they were with nanami and suguruâyou didnât have a problem. satoru shuts the timber wooden-made door behind him before speaking smugly. âoh. sure.. sure, just make yourself right at home, wifey.â
âdonât call me that.â
âjust did.â
oh, brother.
the moment you stepped foot into your old spacey luxurious townhome satoru had built personally for you and your kidsâthe memories all came crawling back. the two of you didnât end off on a bad noteâdivorces happen, and you both maintained a healthy relationship with the kids. you each agreed to co-parent, youâd get the week and heâd get the weekend - sometimes switching and vice versa.
âexcuse the mess,â satoru hums, grabbing your coat. he tosses it over his shoulder before giving you another up-down glance. âif i knew you were cominâ over around this hour iâd clean a bit,â and he watches you struggle to keep eye contact. âhey. sweetheart, youâre lookinâ down again.â
with a scoff, you meet his gaze again. and fuck, does he look like heâs gotten even more handsome.
satoru gojo was always attractiveâthere was no doubt about it.
he was in his mid-thirties now, the two of you had settled down after college before having two kids of your own.
again, there wasnât a reason for your divorce that was relatively a bad thing. you two just both decided to part ways - but of course, it was lots of unprovoked tension.
the costume that he wore was apparently based on some character named âkakashiâ whatever, and like always, he dressed the part. every year once the end of october would come around, satoru would wear an outfit just âcause. he stood tall, with serrated white hair that was jagged from all angles with the headband hanging off a side of his eye. in the middle part, the symbol was some kind of swirl that was never-ending.
satoru rambled to you that it was something . . something, a hidden leafâhonestly, you tuned out.
he wore the mask part too, covering up a good portion of his face from the nose down, and even had the red slanting scar that kakashi had near the left side of his eye that was probably makeup.
âi donât wanna fight, gojo.â
âhmph. so itâs âgojoâ now,â he rolls his eyes, hanging your coat up near the rack. you take a quick peer around the room, seeing a plethora of toys and multicolored legos everywhere. it nearly makes you smile, remembering when satoru stepped on one of his youngest daughterâs legos. satoru leans against the glassy kitchen island, watching you take a seat near the crimson-red stool before humming. âand i donât wanna fight either. in fact, i jusâ wanna talk.â
âso . . talk then,â you murmur, shifting your weight in your feet.
a brief smile creases against both sides of his lips before he grins. âsoooo,â and itâs an awkward pause. you eye your ex-husband and heâs got somewhat of a bashful expression. rimy eyes of his dart toward your handâyour fingers specifically before he slyly coos. âi see youâre still wearinâ your wedding ring.â
shit.
he had a point.
after all this time, you still had your ring on. satoru did tooâhe also kept his ring on all the time, happily flashing it in front of countless numbers of women whoâd try to hit on him.
you honestly donât know why you still held on to it, let alone wear it, and to your surpriseâyou thought heâd stop wearing his those long seven months ago when the two of you officially split.
you bit the inside of your cheek before letting off a snarky, âshut up.â
satoru nearly snickers before he leans up close to you, only a few inches away. heâs so close that you get a loud wafting whiff of his citrusy cologne.
you remember the exact brand too, and it wasnât exactly cheap either. heâd buy at least a dozen whenever the two of you went out shopping together - well, used to.
thereâs so much tension between you both that you could cut it with a knife - the tension was thick, and the awkward dull pauses only made it even more intense.
thereâs an annoying voice in your brain thatâs screaming at you to just screw it - screw him, make up for lost time, and just . . . kiss him.
you did want to kiss satoru, and your eyes found themselves glancing toward his pearly pink lips that were almost always naturally glossed.
satoruâs eyes intently lock against yours for a few seconds before he casually brings a thumb up to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of your lip gloss before cooing huskily. he expects you to pull away, but you donâtâ in fact, you lean into his touch. once he notices, the only thing he replies with is a playful curt utter of,
âmake me.â
so you do, but . . not in the way he expected.
not that satoru gojo was ever a man to complain though, especially with you.
and thatâs when he found himself in quite a lewd predicament. satoruâs laid back against his cushiony padded mattress with you straddling his perfectly sculptured chin. a gloved hand of his grip near your right hip before he strums a thumb down your sopping wet entrance.
glossy - itâs prettier like heâs never seen it, and he canât help but lick his lips like an animal preparing to feast the second you start to smear yourself against his chin.
âyâknowww baby, when you told me to shut up i didnât think you meant sitting on my fâmmph,â and you cut him off mid-sentence by softly planting your cunt back on his mouth.
satoru grunts, bringing his free hand to wrap around the other unoccupied corner of your waist. he grunts, dipping his tongue inside before the familiar taste comes crawling back to his spiraling tastebuds. your taste, he missed your sweetness . . almost as much as he missed you.
as you sweetly moan within each dragging second, you glance down at him with hazed-blown pupils. shifting your wobbly weight and knees against his face, you start to feel his stubble rub on your skin. it almost tickles - but oh, you werenât laughing.
his tongue had you doing quite the opposite.
âf- fuck,â you huff out, already starting to feel the plunging heaves of your stomach commence. sure, this was probably a bad idea, and sure, you and him probably needed to have an actual conversation at some point but now - you didnât care about words.
you didnât care about anything, and part of you kind of missed him.
perhaps his tongue was a majority reason for that part, and each time he rummages inside the deep secluded parts of your pussy, you let off cute individual mewling whimpers. satoruâs always been skilled, and he knew just how to please you.
his tongue always knew how to remind you of how much itâs missed its favorite meal.
curl after fucking curl, heâs leisurely spelling out letters and shapes and symbols with his tongue, taking every few seconds to swallow. satoru groans against your slobbering cunt, feeling you briefly thrust up against his nose and he canât help but smell your tangy glacĂŠ coated sex.
itâs pleasantly sweet, and for a moment, scintillating blue eyes meet back up toward you. âh- heh, âs this why you came over? to shut me up ân use my fuckinâ mouth, sweetheart?â
âgod, you talk t.. too much,â you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. in a way - that was true.
satoru was the definition of a blabbermouth.
heâd just talk and talk and talk . . yapping your ear off until you shut him right up in the best (and his personal favorite) way possible - sitting on his pretty face.
a pompous grin stretches across each corner of his lips whilst his jawâs already dripping due to your slick that paints near the outer crevices of his thin lips. slow, it starts to slowly trickle down his chin at a snail-like pace, creating a shimmery coat of gloss that dribbles underneath his slack mandible.
satoru lays his long pointed tongue flat - savoring every single drop before heâs starting to suck against your clit.
âoh! fuck, right there âtoru, riiiight there,â and heâs just sloppy. the mask part of his costume was pulled down to his neck as he was using his upper and bottom lip to munch against your sobbing pussy at irregularly paced intervals. your legs failed to stay still and you could already feel the carnal slope of your back starting to form an obtuse-like arch. âfuck, fuckinâ spit on it, âtoru. pleasepleaseee.â
cute.
youâre calling him âtoru again, and it makes him cockily grin knowing it was his tongueâs doing.
âwifeyâs still as nasty as ever,â satoru whispers against your leaky folds, sliding a thin middle finger near your wet entrance. with a loud âpshâ you end up gushing out a bit abruptly and you whine loudly. your thighs rapidly snap together as you blink thrice, feeling his swollen lips glue against your pussy. âmmh, still a wet girl too. my wet girl.â you peek down at satoru whoâs the literal epitome of the word smug.
heâs smearing his entire face against your teary slabbering cunt, spitting on it before lapping it right back up again.
you missed his nasty mouth - badly, and it makes your eyes shamelessly roll backward as you start to frailly rut your rickety hips into his mouth.
satoru brings two willowy fingers toward your slit before sliding the icy jewel rock of his wedding ring against your dribbling cunt.
wet, you were soaked and you let off shivering labored breaths once he started to toy with your saturated slick entrance.
with widened doe eyes, you meet his esurient-filled gaze and he hums at you. âlisten to how damn wet she is,â he huffs, and you moan at the ridiculously drenching sounds of your pussy. heâs playing with you from between your thighs, chin still dripping with insane amounts of your syrupy juices. âmhm, i know, i know,â and you feel the feeble weight of your thighs quiver the second heâs focusing his attention primarily on your cunt now and not you.
all six eyes were fixated between your legsâ
satoru strums the pad of his thumb down your drooling slit before gradually rolling his tongue from top-to-fucking-bottom.
heâs nasty, slithering the tip of his tongue everywhere until your toes curl and youâre letting off the cutest shrilling sounds. satoru even starts to spell out âm-a-r-r-y m-eâ and as lewd as it was, heâs proposing to your pussy. he needed you, and satoru knew the both of you divorcing was nearly inevitable, but he missed you.
he especially missed the way you tasted - so sweet, he could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ân locked. satoruâs a pussy pleaser, making you draw out sweet cries of more as he slurps you clean, his tongue occasionally sliding toward your puckering hole.
âsatoru⌠ngh,â you whimper, the grip of your hand against his hair getting stronger. youâre fucking his face, grinding your slick against his mouth while watching his pretty frosty lashes flap. youâre squelching profusely, and each sloshing slosh of your pussy makes his dick twitch in his pants. âgoddd, âm gonna cum. make me cum, fuck.â
âletâs see what she thinks,â he purrs, lustrous polished lips flushing into a pearly coat of clear once he licks them. satoruâs entirely pussy drunk, and you shudder once he slowly inserts a lanky middle finger. with a loud âpop!â sound, it dexterously slides itself in, rummaging past the tight ring of your entrance.
fuck, he had such long fingers.
you almost forgot - satoru always joked with you how being âthe strongestâ came with having six-inch fingers and he wasnât fucking kidding . .
âhm, should my baby cum? does she deserve it?â and your lips curl up into a pout. heâs serious, having an entire conversation with your pussy. you moaned, maintaining a stiff grip on his hair before satoru started to smear circles against your cunt.
again, youâre just wet. your slickness amused him and satoru canât help but playfully pat your pretty soddened pussy with the center of his palm once he doesnât get a reply. the only reply he does get is the cute sloshing sounds that repeatedly gush between your poor quivery thighs.
youâre slowing yourself against his mouth as you straddle him, whimpering at the feeling of his thin digit piercing its way inside of you. youâre close, and you can feel yourself glitching and spasming the second the tip of his finger grazes past your g-spot.
already, heâs located it like âxâ marks the spot. your jaw was dropped, and you were on the verge of euphoric death.
satoru stretched your cunt out perfectly with just one finger, and sure . . youâve had your fair share of intimacy with your ex-husband, but fuck did it always feel like the first time.
you couldnât help but start to drool a bit, weakly rutting your hips against his face as youâre leisurely getting closer to the brink of your edge.
itâs carnal, youâre stupidly crisscrossed with your eyes flickering back and forth like turning signals before satoru starts to playfully nibble against your cunt again. this time though, heâs adding in another finger and the spongy pressure thatâs being played with inside of you earns out a sweet honeyed gasp that sounds like a breathy shriek!
âtoru, satoâfuck, âm cumming, âm gonna cum,â and your words repeated themselves over and over. youâre like a broken recurrent record on a looping vinyl. your cunt continues to sloppily rest against his perfect crooked lips the entire time as youâre blissfully coming undone.
satoruâs staring at you the entire time, practically undressing you with his eyes. he grunts, spotting how your perked nipples noticeably prodded through your silvery blouse. âugh, fuuuck.â and it hits you like a crashing wave that slams its way into shore.
satoruâs still heartily pumping two slender digits in and out of your splashing cunt whilst you gush right on him, weak defeated hips losing their stability.
you were whimpering, tasting your candied orgasm on your tongueâit felt that good to where itâs like you could taste every nerve against your salivated tastebuds.
only satoru could make you cum on his tongue like this. you were speechless - frantically panting as you released your hand from his ghostly white strands. heâs still leaking your juices from the crannies of his lips before he exhales deeply.
âyeaaah, atta girl. lay it on me,â and you moan as heâs still sliding his long tongue in between the sopping folds of your sensitive cunt, gradually pulling out his lengthy digit pillars of fingers. âfuck, yâr so hot when you try âta put me in my place, sweetheart.â
âstop talking,â you pant, getting off of him. satoru raises a pallid brow, and he grows amused once you suddenly push him to lie flat against his back. with a raspy âughâ he lands back against the velvet-colored pillows, a sly smirk marinating against his complacent features.
like a slut - he merrily manspreads just for you, long legs spread wide apart with a huge bulge sticking out of his pants.
heâs still got the shinobi headband on, part of it slumping down his left eye. âoh, whatâs this?â he lowly gruffs, eyeing you from head to toe again.
this time though, itâs more sensual. satoruâs taking in every piece of fabric thatâs protecting your skin, watching as you slowly undress yourself.
he could feel his boner excruciatingly rubbing against his pants the more he watched. heâs taking in your appetizing presented curves . . so pretty. especially after having two kids - his kids.
âgonna ride me, yeah?â he jibes, continuing once you were now left in nothing but a matching set of panties and bra.
coincidentally - the colors matched his exact eye color, and satoru always had a thing for you wearing clothes that matched his eyes. but like always, he just kept on talking. he was too cocky for his good, and maybe one more fuck was just what you needed. what you both needed.
just . . one . . more,
right?
well, thatâs what you told yourself.
but all that went out the window the second youâre aligning yourself on his cock. satoru takes a sharp three-second breath, ogling at your every move. itâs like a game of chess. heâs waiting for you - for your cunt to make its move against his throbbing mushroomy tip.
two big hands of his wrap around your waist and he grunts lowly. feeling your slick cunt maneuver itself against his angry reddened tip makes his head slightly toss back in feral rapture.
his tipâitâs got a coral blush, and you let off a moan at feeling his hooked fat plump crownhead try to plummet its way in.
itâs rude, not caring to introduce itself to your cunt but slam its way in instead, asking if your insides remember him.
and it does - it definitely does.
âohhh fuck,â you sob out a needy moan, your hips eagerly making two solid taut bucks against him.
satoru groans against your ear, swollen sack peeling back as youâre still straddling him. your body, it was in his arms again and he couldnât help but feel you everywhere.
starting at your hips, he holds them tight, tracing the callused scarred tips of fingers all around the curvature of your body before trailing down toward the juncture of your rear. âgod, donât know how much i missed you ân your smart mouth,â and as you let off a surprised gasp, satoru grabs a nice chunk of your ass. âmissed this ass just as much.â
âbet you did,â you puff, full lungs already on the verge of collapsing. heâs huge - and barely the tip was in and you could already feel your pussy starting to throw a fit of tantrums. satoruâs girth made him stretch more, and for a second you let off another sweet moan before meeting his gaze.
heâs got a delicious curve to him that always makes your insides twist and churn. itâs a feeling youâll probably never get used to.
âwhatâs with the smirk? somethinâ funny?â
âyou, baby,â satoru titters, giving you a haughty head nod. you feel your cunt throb as youâre trying to continue to lower yourself down on his cock but the stretch - fuck, pretty soon your poor cunt was about to be met with max fucking capacity.
satoruâs sparkly heavy-lidded eyes linger on you before he cups your chin, swiping a thumb across your wet quavering lips. âall that talk ân you still canât take me. thought i trained my wifeâs pussy good,â and with a teasing pout, he shrugs. âguessss not!â
âfuck you.â you moan, mentally groaning the second you felt yourself getting more soaked, just from his words alone.
pathetic - and yet, you wanted more.
satoru clicks his tongue, and with a blink of an eye, he now has you flipped over. you gasp, landing flat on your chest as heâs got your wrists restrained against your back.
satoru rolls his eyes, sprawling out your weak-kneed legs all the way apart to get a good glimpse of your sopping pussy from the back.
god, in his mind - it should have been a crime to be this wet. your sopping, pearly translucent molasses of your slick stream down your pulsing entrance and he grunts.
âfuck you,â he repeats, although he says it cheekily. even though you werenât even facing him anymore you could almost visibly see the annoying shit-eating grin plastering on his face.
from ear to ear with each of his dimples piercing each wry crevice of his mouth, he's so smug--bastard.
your back arches and you moan the second he starts to smack his rotund tip against your pussy. âmyyy, what a fuckinâ mess,â and you suck your teeth, feeling satoruâs loud spanks hit louder. each time his fat cockhead thumps itself against your wet outer folds, the vibrations make you shiver from the waist down.
the tingly tenderness makes your toes immediately curl up once more and your canorous-like moans start to become muffled once you dig your teeth into the edge of a nearby pillow. âstill wet after alllll this time like a good messy girl,â he grits. with another smack of his tip, your leg twitches in response. âooh, she likes that,â and satoru softly spreads your saturated cunt lips apart with two fingers just to see your pulse throb in full filthy action. âfuuck, sheâs achinâ for it. look at that pretty âlil throb. so cute.â
âare you gonna fuck me or nââ
âlisten, honey,â and you moan at the sudden husky drop of his voice. satoru softly wraps a few fingers around your throat, pressing his slim body right against your own. he drops your wrist, watching you sink into the mattress as limp-like. heâs so close that you could feel the outline of his abs prods against his shirt.
inching his lips near the shell of your earlobe, he starts to pant. heavy, sinister breath that ends up making you throb ten times harder. âiâm gonna fuck you,â he grunts, feeling your ass cutely try to jerk its way against him. the costume part of his pants was lazily pulled down, reaching the low area of his ankles. with a husky sigh, satoru brings his tip near the dripping entrance of your sloppy doused cunt. âmight as well fuck that bratitude out of ya too while âm at it,â and you moan once heâs slowly starting to sink his way in.
satoru grabs ahold of your torso, lifting you slightly to a certain degree. your ass was raised just a few meters with your face smushed against the satiny made bedsheets.
his eyes dart down your body for another time and now, heâs just openly gawking at your exposed skin - your gorgeous physique.
satoru could stare at you all day if he could. âf- fuhâfuck,â you croak, plump lips forming into a hoop-like âoâ the moment heâs easing his way inside. there goes his ridiculous girth again, there goes his fat length that never fails to rearrange your clingy needy insides.
your tummy dips from each inch thatâs gradually disappearing inside of you like a never-before-seen magic trick until heâs starting to gruffly groan. satoruâs already breaking a frigidly cold sweat.
it was just him feeling your covetous wet cunt voluntarily swallow him up - squeezing him tightly like a vice until you wring him dry. your pussyâs holding him hostage, and with the tight firm grasp you had against him, you never wanted to let go. â âtoruuu, âs fuckinâ big.â
âallll for you,â he drags out his words through raspy breathy sentences. chalky white brows of his compress together as heâs starting to feel the brief twinge of pleasure that courses through his beefy clenched thighs. with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, satoru already heard your gargling pussy trying to get more bratty words in. âall. for. you,â
and he punctuated his words just like he punctuated his merciless, sloppy thrusts.
the first thrust was rigid, the second thrust was sensual, and the third was damn near powerful. .
you moan loudly, feeling him caress tender circles near the exposed nape of your neck with his thumb as he tries to start up a sufficient pace. it took him a moment before he was fully in, making sure you felt and remembered every single inch.
satoru expands through your cunt like a domain.. the more carnal lewd way though.
it makes you shiver, and with his weight pressing into your ass that was your last fucking straw.
satoruâs got you in prone bone - a position like doggy but better, and heâs got his chiseled hips just barely hovering over your ass. with pounds and pounds of skin against skinâeach smack against flesh had your mind going for a whirl ride.
you were already surrounded by his sweltering warmth from the inside and the feeling alone was enough to make your mouth water.
heavy airy pants drew out from your full lungs like you were some sort of animal, then againâitâs satoru gojo, and his dick was just one of a fuckinâ kind..
his cock was heavy, driving through your cunt like itâs been ages, and it kinda has.
with a hypnotic pivot of his askew hips, satoru makes you arch just a bit further. itâs a pretty arch, and he skips a few fingers down your curling spine. he watches you trying to wriggle away but with a cocky, âah ah. where ya goin'?â he reels you right back into him. heâs so thick, and he only imagined how pretty you looked with your eyes lulling toward the back of your skull. âaw, donât get shy on me now, sweetheart,â he purrs lowly, and you moan once he gives your ass a rude spank. âwanna hear my wifeâs pretty voice. yâr sloppy pussyâs nice but i wannaângh, hear you.â
âex-wife,â you correct him again, and you know heâs just addressing you as that just to tease you. you start to whimper as his rhythm starts to pick up, ploddingly dragging his keen hips further and further into you. âhnghh. stupid-,â you blurb out another weak squalling whimper, gluey lips starting to stick together.
you almost forgot how mean his dick game was, and satoru knew how to fuck.
he had the type of dick where itâd make you question your life choicesâso good, each curve of his hips had you getting more and more stupid.
youâre pronounced cock drunk within milliseconds, and it doesnât even take you long before your eyes were as wide as saucers, tongue lolled, and your back arches to its very limit.
and his stamina . . oh,
it never changed once he agedâhe had the stamina of a fucking stallion, and his hips proved the horsepower to back it up.
âwhaaatâs that?â satoru chirps, adding a bit more pressure around your throat. itâs safe - but you let off a tiny crooning moan once his strokes become deeper. you feel him reach at unimaginable angles, and your eyes start to roll back again.
satoruâs got you right where he wants, in his bed, the bed that used to be shared between you both.
heâs amping up his delirious pace, striking his feral hips into you quicker before groaning against your ear. in a hoarse tone, he licks a stripe down your neck. âsuch a brat, bet you donât slut this pretty pussy out for anyone else, huh?â
you moan, feeling him breathe down your neck. cloudy hot puffs of air aerate against your skin before satoru starts to suck against your shoulder. âmmh. maybe i do. âs none of your business.â
âoh girl, please,â satoru replies, and his sass was enough to make your thighs quake.
you still couldnât get used to his size - the fat fucking size of his cock that nearly makes both of your thighs clamp shut.
the shirt part of his costume snags against your skin as heâs still fucking you raw, buried balls fuckinâ deep before satoru starts to slow down.
with a wet âplop!â he grunts, feeling his dick slip right out of you. âfuuck,â and he takes a moment to stare at the sight underneath him.
you, his pretty ex-wife all arched and hunched over.
your pussyâs pitifully drooling for more - sniveling wetly from the sheeny flaps as you clench around the air for a few seconds.
as a soft needy moan leaves you, you whine out an inaudible noise that sounds almost like youâre saying âwhat happened?â
âso . . fuckinâ hot,â satoru groans, re-aligning himself back against your slick-flooded entrance.
he heard your melodic âooohâ leave from your lips as he was back inside, a content sigh departing from his chest. satoru canât help but lean himself against you, bringing his hands toward your bouncy tits. âah, canât forget about my favorite girls,â and you let off a plethora of whiney whimpers, feeling him drag his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. satoruâs hips start to get sloppy and his cockâs just lazily swerving its way through every filthy orifice. âso pretty ân plump. . all mine.â
satoru continues to fondle your breasts as heâs ruthlessly pounding into you, swinish hands desperate to feel every part of your round soft tits. heâs moaning against your ear right with you, and satoruâs starting to feel himself steadily reach toward his vulgar demise.
his cockâs rude, repeatedly hitting itself against your precious beloved g-spot. itâs smothering it with a multitude of sloppy kisses with his tip, making sure it savors every wet smooch. âfuck, fuck me,â you moan, lying in a puddle of your drool that starts to dampen the pillow that rests underneath your chin.
âgreedy âlil thing,â satoru huffs, and as heâs still playing with your tits, his pumps start to slow down. satoruâs massaging your walls so good that itâs like heâs putting a wicked spell on your pussy.
you could barely even sit up anymore, and heâs holding your hips firmly. âmmhhh, gettinâ me all soaked, baby. should make you lick me right up.â
âhow about you stop talking-â
âhow about i edge you ân let you finish this sloppy pussy yourself, huh?â
radio silence.
you moaned in response and satoru shook his head with another smarmy sneer squeezing across both corners of his pink lips.
âuh huh. âs what i thought,â and satoru groans the moment he feels himself starting to shrink up from the inside.
his testes were nothing but wrung out, plump, and swollen underneath you, pap papping against your ass - preparing to be milked full.
the lewd imagery alone makes him grunt, feeling a vein prod down his shaft. satoruâs abs flex through his shirt before he sighs, bringing a kiss near the back of your neck. âhah, tell me where sweetheart. where do you want it, tell me.â
âfuck,â you moan, losing count of each time his pointed tip thrashes itself against the gummy barrier of your cervix.
satoru lowly chortles, panting heavily before making you lie straight down against the bed. âheh, fuck? thatâs not an answer, silly.â
âinside, fuckinâ finish inside, âtoru,â you blurt out, hearing your voice start to strain.
youâve been moaning your head off, and your chords were starting to sound like theyâve had just about enough.
ânuh uh, manners sweetheart. donât act brand new,â he teases, tracing a palm over the curved shape of your perked ass. he was in so deep, you felt the pressure press down on your tummy and it gave birth to an entire school of butterflies. you slip out another moan once satoruâs slowing his impactful thrusts down, still filling you to the brim before bringing his hips to a sudden halt. heâs back up against your ear before he whispers hoarsely, â âpretty pleaseeeâ, câmon baby. talk to me nice.â
with a guttural whine desperately trying to rip out the back of your throat, you grumble out a bratty, âfuck you.â
âhah, youâre a trip, yâknow that?â and you gasp, feeling satoru snake a hand in between your thighs.
as he drags it down to where it stops near your stuffed pussy, he starts to rub his open palm against you. you moan, arching ever further as your ass presses into him. âitâs âfuck meâ ân yet youâre bent over for me, wet for me, sloppy for fuckinâ me,â and you felt yourself starting to throb quicker the more he spoke.
within each filthy sentence, his words drip with more erotic bass in his voiceâ
itâs sexy, and satoruâs feeling you trying to weakly grind your ass back against him so he could finish. itâs cute, the way how youâre so impatient but such a brat.
the woman he always knew - his wife.
âsatoâsatoruuu,â you mewl out, another whimper flying past your spit-slick lips. the gradual sounds of skin slapping resound against the walls of the spacious bedroom before it echoes. you moan once his cock stills itself inside - waiting for you, and with a defeated moan, you huff, âfine, pretty please.â
âpretty please what, sweetheart?â
heâs annoying, and yet here you were shamefully pulsating for him, arched over for him, and babbling his name over and over again like itâs some repetitive sacred mantra.
with a pouty scoff, you grumble out a subtle, âpretty please . . cum inside, âtoru. please.â
âatta girl, use those words,â he purrs, and you moan once he gently grabs both of your unsteady hips. satoru braces your body underneath him and he grunts once he focuses back on his release. âgod, this tummy,â he rasps, and you whimper once you feel his bare hands creep underneath your warm flat body.
satoruâs body remains on top of you - pounding you ruthlessly, and thatâs when he softly presses a hand against your stomach. right there, he feels a tiny bulge of himself and it makes him grunt.
you were squeezing around his cock tight, slathering the entirety of his fat cock with your slimy slick before he groans. âmhm, youâd look so pretty plump ân round again for me, baby,â and satoruâs starting to feel it. his body - it shakes, damn near erupting as his highâs approaching at a hasty speed. âprettiest fuckinâ mommy. fuck, âm gonna give you so much.â
white lashes of his snap shut as he whines into your shoulder, still pumping thick inches into you from behindâskin slapping meanly and resounding off the walls of the room before he groans out a growling, âfuck!â youâre moaning right with him, his heat radiating against your skin. satoruâs strokes were hypnotic, his hips jerk against your ass as youâre barely keeping up. your insides felt churned all the way out as he still had a hand lying on the center of your tummy, drooling at the thought of filling you up again.
when it arrives, itâs quick - it takes him only a few long drawn-out seconds before he finally lets go. white brows of his twist together as heâs slowly pumping you full of ribbons ân ribbons of cum.
pearly slimy globs shoot into you, and you moan out a content sigh of your own as the muscles in your shoulders relax. âfuuuck,â you breathe, hearing satoruâs groans overshadow your noises. heâs always been far louder than you, especially whenever he was finishing.
he sounded pretty, angelic almost. satoruâs eyes flicker down toward the mess thatâs being made, hearing the sloppy sounds of your pussy gargle and all.
bubbles of ivory-colored seed coat the outer folds of your entrance and you feel his warmth.
gristly silky ropes dribble into you all at once, creating a milky white ring that starts to form around his base. heâs missed filling you up like this - so so bad.
satoru nearly slips out a whine as heâs dumping his all into youâcasually filling you to the brim, and thatâs when his hips start to get even sloppier.
he was a mess, and youâve milked him dry. he watches as your pretty pussyâs all filled and glossed - oozing with such amounts of cum.
a bit of stringy strands started to stick and glue against your thighs like adhesive, and he couldnât help but pull out. itâs a squishy lewd âpopâ that sounds the second he drags his weighty cock out from between your creamy flaps. âgod, look at how pretty she is after a good fillinâ,â he huffs, and youâre still catching your breath once satoru flips you over. youâre lying on your back, meeting his gaze.
youâve never seen him more in love - oh, he was whipped.
he didnât even have to tell you those known words because his eyes already spoke for him. satoru rubs his leaky white-coated tip against your cunt, smearing his cum all over your entrance before sighing. after he does that, satoru licks his lips and thatâs when you watch his head starting to disappear, going lower.
âcanât . . let it go to waste,â he grumbles, and you moan the second you feel the tip of his tongue starting to create a slope up your right thigh.
slowly, heâs lapping up the remnants of his cum thatâs spilling down your skin. you almost forgot just how filthy he was. satoru had no shame, and he even moaned once the taste of his mess met against his tastebuds. âmmh.â
âs- satoru,â you heave, a hand finding its way through his strands again. his lips were soft, and he then started to create sloppy kisses. you moan, writhing against the stained sheets before gingerly bringing his head back up.
with a sleazy grin, his eyebrows raised before you finish your sentence, tangled fingers still fishing through his snowy unkempt tresses. âkiss me.â
âheh, thatâs my girl,â he hoarsely, gradually closing the distance between you both. heâs been longing to kiss you, to plant his lips against yours. satoru groans in your mouth, feeling your arms wrap around his slim waist.
he starts grinding his hips against yours, his angered reddened tip blushing the more cold air sets against it. youâve never felt more hot, and you could feel a smirk carve against satoruâs lips as heâs making out with you.
itâs intense - his tongue explores throughout your mouth, demanding entry as you moan.
satoruâs sweating pinballs, and he presses his forehead against yours. âfuckinâ woman,â he whispers, his voice getting more and more raspy.
you could taste himself on his tongue and so could he.
it was lewd - and yet, he only wanted more. more of you and so much of it..
satoru leans into your touch, sucking on your tongue as pairs of teeth occasionally clash and smash together before thatâs when you abruptly pull away.
âh..hey,â he huffs, and heâs entirely flustered. satoruâs got heart eyes in his pupils, and heâs very much whipped. of course, though, he tries not to show it by keeping up his smug, arrogant façade. âwhatâsâ ah.â
like earlier, you switch positions and push him lightly to where he lands on his back. pretty soon, you were sure trick-or-treating was gonna be over soon for the kidsâsatoru mentioned earlier how they were staying out for about maybe two hours.
as you straddle his lap again, finally listening to that annoying voice in your head, you made up your mind.
fuck it.
fuck him - literally.
âlie back,â you murmur, and you watch as satoru grows sheepish. youâre getting under his skin, and your sudden change in demeanor makes him hard for what was probably the umpteenth time of the night.
like a dog â heâs obedient, going manspread again before a groan escapes out of him. as your drenched flooded cunt hovers over his tip again, you lean in to pepper chaste kisses near his neck.
âoh, finally gonna ride me now, yeah?â satoru raises a brow, though you could tell how his cockiness was fading. he was sensitive - very.
it was almost painful, and now you were just teasingly grinding the entrance of your cock back ân forth against his flaccid length that rests against his tummy. âshit,â he swallows, idly bringing a hand toward your waist. he sees the look in your eyes before dryly chuckling. âf- fine. but this means . . youâll give me another chance?â
you deadpan, playfully flicking his chest back before humming. âweâll see.â
âiâll take it,â satoru pants, trying to flash a smile but he ends up moaning the second youâre starting to align himself against his throbbing tip.
heâs still leaking gleaming white droplets from the sides of his dick, his veiny shaft being decorated with globs and globs of pre. with a guttural groan, satoruâs abs flex through his costume before he grabs your ass, giving your left rear cheek its nth spank.
âdo your worst fuckinâ then,â satoru stares up at you, a whine desperately trying to leave his slick-spit lips before he squeezes your ass. as you moan, watching his swollen tip gradually disappear between your sappy folds, gojo sighs.
as your unstable hips try to steady themselves against him, you feel satoru rub the front jeweled part of his wedding ring on your sopping cunt one more time right as you prepare to ride him.
âm- make your husband proud, wifey.â
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Yandere!Vampire that was once royalty, living in a dilapidated castle, alone and depressed. As a human, he was surrounded by people. Everyone adored him, his golden curls and warm brown eyes charming the hearts of every noble that set eyes on him.
That was until his family was slaughtered by a coven of vampires, leaving him the only survivor. Now with no family, he was turned away from the nobles that once gathered at his side, calling him beautiful and intelligent. Now he was a beast, and was only left alive because no one dared to touch him.
As the years passed by, all that knew of his existence died out, meaning no one remembered or cared for him. In the past, he had at least been grateful he had been in someoneâs thoughts, even if it was in a negative light. Now, no one even hated him. He was just nonexistent to the world outside his castle.
Centuries passed by, every day slowly picking at the last bits of his sanity. Days of past grandeur and the current day mixed together, leaving him in a state where he couldnât tell whether he was back in the living arms of his family, or wandering the dark, crumbling hallways of his childhood home.
It was only when a soft, warm light flooded one of the abandoned rooms he had been standing in that the fog in his brain began to fade, allowing him to see what was in front of him for the first time in decades.
It was you, a young woman in a hoodie and jeans, holding a flashlight. You lived only a mile away, and had been exploring when you came upon ruins of what seemed like an ancient castle.
You had heard rumors of a person that wandered the ruins from the townsfolk, and old tales of vampires that had been passed down by tongue for centuries. Not believing them, you decided to see for yourselfâŚ
Your light shone upon what you first thought was an ethereal ghost or some kind of beautiful spirit. A man with a mop of blonde curls, porcelain skin, and the most beautiful pair of ruby red eyes youâve ever seen stared back at you.
The person attempted to speak, but clutched his throat, as if he hadnât spoken in so long, his vocal cords had forgotten how.
âH-hello?â
The man perked up at the sound of your voice, his eyes clearing up. It seemed just hearing another human speak made his undead heart leap, and he couldnât help but stumble towards you.
You yelped when he crossed the room within seconds and pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply.
The smell of another person, of sweat and perfume mixing together to make your own unique scent made him want to sob.
Of course you were freaked out, but the man holding onto you wasnât hurting you, and you could feel warm tears soaking through your shirt. How could you turn away someone that was obviously in distress?
Unsurprisingly, the man followed you home. It didnât take a genius to realize he wasnât human. He was as pale as a sheet of paper, with no pulse or any color to his cheeks. His eyes were scarlet, a shade you had never seen a human have before.
Despite knowing this, you couldnât help but care for him. He was thin, malnourished, with clothing that was so old and dirty that it nearly crumbled when he took them off.
âAre you hungry?â
You had taken to asking only yes or no questions, since he couldnât speak. The man frowned, his eyes getting foggy for a second. You decided to ask again.
âHello? Are you-â
He suddenly snapped back into reality, leaning forward to gently place his lips on your neck. You squeaked out in surprise when you felt his teeth sink into your neck⌠but it didnât hurt. Instead, you only felt an uncomfortable pressure and draining sensation, and before long he was pulling back.
âMmphâŚâ he panted softly, blood running down his chin. âWas⌠so⌠thirstyâŚâ he managed to say, his voice hoarse and small.
He cupped your cheek, holding your face in his hands and looking down at you with what could only be described as utter adoration.
âMy loveâŚâ
From that point on, he was attached to your hip, following you everywhere you went like a lovesick puppy. Any time you were separated, he had severe anxiety, going back and forth from his dreamworld and reality. It was his coping mechanism, but it caused him to never understand what was real and what wasnât.
You grounded him, made him feel safe and loved. Oh how he adored you. You had saved him from his lonely existence and taken him into your home as if he were a stray dog, and he was loyal like one. His loyalty came at a price, however, and that price was your freedom to do as you pleased.
Late nights out with friends became next to nonexistent, especially if he knew there would be any males there.
âI just want to protect you, my beloved. Itâs a dangerous, cruel world. People will act as if they love you when they do notâŚâ
And as you slowly became more and more isolated, his affections only grew. Kisses to your hand began to trail up your arm and to your neck. Snuggles turned into grinding and heavy petting, and even the most innocent of caresses became lewd in nature.
It didnât take long for him to fuck you for the first time. After all, he had been pent up and alone for centuries, resisting taking you on the spot was excruciating.
The second he sunk into your pussy, he came. You were just so warm and your scent made his head fuzzy. He couldnât help but fuck into you like a wild animal, feeding from your pretty neck as he filled you up over and over.
After the first time, a day didnât pass by when he didnât crave your intimate touch. Some days he was satisfied with heavy petting and kisses, others he couldnât be satiated until his face was between your legs, lapping at your cunt for hours.
You were his, his mate, his lover. He couldnât imagine a life without you anymore, so could you really blame him when he clung to you so tightly?
He just loved you, and he did such a good job at keeping you satisfied, just enough to where you didnât look into the missing cases of your old lovers and male friends.
Why would you need to pay attention to any of that when your loving, attentive boyfriend was right there, ready to worship you from head to toe?
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Am I Playing All Right Now?
Kento Nanami x You
Explicit Smut 18+ (đŤMinors DNIđŤ)
Kento Nanami has been your respectful, loving boyfriend for two months now. All youâve done so far is kiss, and you want more with him. He refuses for your sake, warning of his roughness. So, you take matters into your own hands and convince him to put in âjust the tipâ.Â
Relevant tags: just the tip challenge, dom! Kento Nanami, clothed sex, couch sex, clit slapping, brief use of leather belt, hard and rough sex, doggy-style, hair pulling, manhandling, big dick-Nanami <3, dirty talk, degrading, unprotected sex, creampie, I don't use "y/n" for immersion
Music recommended while reading: Dollhouse (The Weekend, Lily Rose Depp, âŚbaby one more time (The Marias), Like U (Rosenfeld)
A/N: this is filthy and I love it, my first Nanami piece <3 enjoy!! (Read on Ao3 if you prefer!)
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The night had gone great. You two had a fantastic dinner at a fine restaurant, and now youâre at his house, getting hot and heavy on the couch. Youâre sat in his lap, straddling his waist, the hem of your dress riding up your thighs as the fabric gives to accommodate him between your legs. Your hands are running over the muscles of his chest, only the thin layer of his dress shirt between your touch and his skin. His palms are on your waist, pulling you closer, pressing you so firmly against him that you can feel the blunt heat of his hard cock beneath the confines of his slacks.Â
You can feel adrenaline pumping through your veinsâtonight is the night. Every time you two get close to having sex, he pulls away, saying he isnât ready, but right now it feels so different, so electricâ
He hums, punctuating the kiss and pulling back, giving you room to breathe. Your stomach sinks, no, this isnât what you want, you wantâ
âWe should stop here for the night,â He murmurs, and you look into his eyes, a frown tugging your lips down at their corners.Â
âBut youâre hard,â You protest, âKento, pleaseâŚweâve waited long enough, and you clearly want thisâŚâ
His jaw tightens as he takes a breath. âI doâŚbut we canât.â
Now youâre just confused. â...canât?â
He sighs heavily, giving you no explanation, but nodding. âNow, letâs mââ
âNo, hold on,â You interrupt him, âKento, tell me why? I-is it me? Do youâŚnot wantâŚ?â
âItâs definitely not you,â He dispels quickly, âItâs me, okay?â
âWhat about you?â You press, searching his eyes. âIs itâŚare youâŚworried about your performance?â
That gets him to widen his eyes a fraction in surprise. âN-no, itâs not that. ItâsâŚalright, look, itâsâŚitâs that I donât want to hurt you.â
It isnât enough of an answer for you. âAndâŚwhat do you mean by that?â
âYouâŚyou know me to be this nice, gentlemanly man, donât you?â He asks, a sort of resigned weight to his eyes. âWhich, I am. But not when it comes to sex.â
The wheels turn in your head. âSoâŚyouâreâŚ?â
âIâm rough,â He finally states, âAnd itâsâŚitâs not everyoneâs cup of tea. Iâm afraid to hurt you or scare you away. Of course I wouldnât do anything you donât want, butâŚyou just seem so sweet andââ
âWoah,â You stop him in the middle of his sentence. âDo you think youâre the only one with duality? You donât think I can be different in bed? Do you think Iâm some porcelain doll youâll break if youâre not careful?â
He considers this for a moment before sighing. âYou donât understand.â
âSo then make me understand,â You challenge him, running your hands up his chest. âPlease, Kento. I can take it.â
âNo,â He denies, âYou donât know what youâre asking for.â
Seeing his hesitance, you decide to switch tactics. You reach for his hands on your waist, taking his wrists and raising his palms up to the front of your dress. You guide them to rest over your breasts, allowing him to touch them through the thin cloth. Youâd decided not to wear a bra for the night since the article had thin straps, and he immediately can feel that, a flash of desire flitting within his eyes.
Riding the wave of his interest, you tell him, âI want you bad, Kento.â
He inhales forcefully, allowing himself to knead the soft flesh beneath his hands. His thumbs graze over your hardening nipples, your teeth dragging over your bottom lip instinctively. To drive your point home, you grind down on him, the only thing on beneath your dress being the panties youâd hoped heâd see when you had put them on earlier in the day.
âYouâre playing dangerous,â He warns, voice thin and strained.Â
âMaybe I want dangerous.â
He finally lets out a groan, surging forward and capturing your lips in another kiss. Itâs more forceful this time, and all you can do is give complete control to him.Â
He flips your positions so smoothly, you hardly feel it; you just suddenly feel your back hit the cushion of his couch, a gasp pushed from your mouth. His hands make quick work sliding up your dress, fingers hooking underneath your waistband.
Kento speaks against your mouth lowly. âLace?â
You swallow hard, nodding. âYeah.â
âExpensive?â
The question catches you off guard. âUh, no, not rââ
A swift, harsh tug and the sound of fabric ripping later, he holds the scrap lace in his hand, now mangled and unusable. He just tore them clean off.
âHoly shit,â You breathe, now suddenly aware of how bare you are beneath your dress. He must become aware of that fact too, because without a moment to spare, heâs pushing the article up to your waist, exposing you to his eyes. A rosy flush spreads over the bridge of your nose as he looks at your naked lower half unabashedly, a type of hunger you have never seen before nor known he was capable of in his eyes.
He tosses your ruined panties to the floor and fiddles with his belt, undoing the buckle. Your gaze follows his movements, watching his hands expertly tug the leather strap from its loops in his pants.
Then, he surprises you by holding the edge without the buckle and running it along your inner thigh. You shiver, observing him and wondering what his next move will be. He runs it all the way up, reaching the apex of your leg and placing it right over your mound. The cool leather feels unfamiliar there.
âCan I?â
Your attention is pulled to his voice, and for a moment you arenât sure what he means. Then it dawns on you.
Oh.
No oneâs ever done that to you. ButâŚyou arenât opposed. Youâre curious.
You nod.
âWords.â
Oh, damn.
âYes, you can.â
âGood girl.â
You donât have time to pay attention to the rush of hormones that praise gives you, because a harsh sting of pleasure suddenly hits your senses as he brings the end of the belt down, slapping your clit with it.
âAh!â You jump slightly, shock, arousal, and fascination flooding you all at once.
âHow was that?â He asks, watching you carefully. You take stock of yourselfâŚand are intrigued to find that you liked it. As soon as you realize that, you understand that Kento is about to show you an entire new world previously unexplored to you.
Your eyes lock with his. âIt was good.â
A mixture of relief and desire swarm his gaze. âYou liked that?â
âYeah.â
Without warning, he does it again, a little harder, and you cry out this time, unused to the strangely welcome sensation.
âStill good?â
âYes.â
âGood girl.â
Your next breath is shaky. âMore.â
He wastes no time in delivering exactly what you want. Over and over again, until your pearl is red and swollen and the folds beneath are glistening with need, belt shiny with a bit of it. He stops once you reach this state, making sure you see as he licks it off the belt. Your lips part, entranced, and he drops the accessory, instead moving to undo the front of his slacks. Your heart begins racingâbut then he pauses, seeming to deflate slightly.
âIâm not gonna go all the way,â He states, âI donât have condoms.â
âWhat?â Your voice is more than a little indignant. âButâŚhow?â
âI wasnât planning to do this tonight.â
He pulls his cock from its restriction in his briefs, pushing his waistbands down to the tops of his thighs, and the sight of the thick, red shaft as your mouth watering and your core pulsing around nothing.Â
You think heâs changed his mind as he lines it up, but then he just glides it against your folds, coating it in your essence and using it to rub against you, the feeling intense due to the sensitivity of your previously abused clit, but not what you crave.
âKento,â You whimper, watching him rub himself off as he plays with you using his cock. âPleaseâŚâ
âWeâre not risking a pregnancy,â He maintains, âItâs not wise.â
You are beyond frustrated at this point, entrance weeping for attention, and you swear the desire is so bad you can feel your entire core sore and empty, vying to be filled and stretched.
What can you say that will get him to do it, even just a little bit?
Wait. Just a little bit.
âWhat about just the tip?â
His eyes narrow. âWhat?â
âJust the tip,â it comes out needier than you had intended, but god damn it youâre horny and all out of shame twice over.
Kento takes a good look at you, at himself and the position youâre in, sucking in a controlled breath for the umpth time that night.
Then, he lines up again, cockhead pressing against your entrance. âYouâre going to regret asking for it.â
Is he challenging you? Whatever. What. Ever. Youâve reached a point where if you donât get his cock soon your heart may actually give out.Â
âLet me decide that.â
His jaw sets tightly before finally, finally, he cants his hips forward, pushing the tip of his shaft inside of you.Â
As soon as itâs in, your head falls back on the couch, hips starting to roll without your permission. Your body wants him all on its own, and youâre no longer in command of it. He groans, pulling out and then pushing it back in, only the tip again, and you whimper in half bliss and half frustration.
You want more.Â
You understand the true meaning of temptation now. Youâve had the first bite of the proverbial apple, and itâs shocking how eager you are to devour the rest to its core.
Everytime he pushes in, never going past the smooth head of his cock, you moan, wordlessly begging for more. Thereâs a worry in his brow and a tenseness to his jaw that indicates just how much self-control heâs exercising, and as you look up at him, you realize heâs still pretty much fully clothedâhis tie is pristine around his neck, shirt fully buttoned up, only his dick out and vulnerable to your eyes.Â
Itâs unfair, and you seek to change that.
Your hand loops into his tie and yanks him down by it, taking him by surprise. He has to catch himself on his hands to avoid falling on you, a grunt escaping his lips as it causes him to slide further into you.
In a lowered hiss, he asks you, âwhat do you think youâre doing?â
The tone is so vindictive it has any words dying on your tongue. All it takes is a moment before heâs forcefully breathing out and lifting himself off of you, cock withdrawing from between your legs.
You open your mouth to protest, and thatâs when your world spins.Â
You were face up, but now youâre on your hands and knees on the couch, having to brace yourself as he manhandles you silently. Thereâs not even a moment for you to acclimate to your new position before you feel his fingers loop through your hair as youâd done to his belt, and in one motion, he grabs your hip with his free hand and slams all the way into you, pulling your hair back hard to make you arch for him.
A loud cry splits through the air and itâs only when he starts repeatedly fucking hard and fast into you with the entirety of his monstrous size that you realize the sound was from you.
âSee what happens when you push me?â His voice is hoarse and gritty, more like a growl than a whisper, a dull ache inside of you where heâs currently remolding the shape of your walls.
All you can do is make incoherent noises, and you arenât sure whether theyâre from pain, pleasure, or a mixture of both. His grip on your hair isnât letting up and it hurts, but youâve also never felt so completely out of control of yourself and somehow it just feels freeing to you.Â
âHuh?â He asks, and itâs then you realize you never replies to him verbally. You muster up the strength to speak.
âY-yeahâŚâ it sounds breathy and whiney, completely foreign in the contours of your voice.
âYou happy now? Happy you got me to fuck you like the greedy whore you are?â
The harsh word ripples through you hotly and you moan, nodding as good as you can. âYesâŚâ
âYes?â He asks, breathless, and he lets go of your hair in favor of wrapping his hand around your neck from behind. âYou like being screwed like a whore?â
Apparently, you do. This is new information to you as well. You nod, gasping as he grabs your hand and presses it over your abdomen, where you can feel the flesh rising and falling in tandem with his thrusts.Â
âFeel that?â He asks, âthatâs me inside of you.â
âOh god,â You rasp, the knowledge of him so deep inside your body going right to your head. You can feel your mound weeping all over yours and his thighs, the wet slap tell-tale of just how much youâre enjoying this. Just the realization has you fluttering around him, a sensation that isnât lost on him.
âFuck,â he breathes, âYou really do like this, huh?â
You nod. âYes, yes, KentoâŚâ
He groans, leaning forward and kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder, brushing your hair out of the way.Â
âSuch a good girl for meâŚmy good little slut.â
You shudder, eyes squeezing shut as he speeds his movements up, the hand that was pressing yours to your stomach moving down to the slippery mess that is your swollen clit.
The big palm of his on your neck slides the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders and dips into the neckline of it, grasping your breast as if to claim ownership of it.Â
âOh my god,â You breathe again, hips twitching at all of the stimulation, face hot, entrance thoroughly fucked open and sloppy, debauched by Kento like a destructive form of artwork.
His middle finger massages circles into your sensitive pearl as he continues the grueling pace of his hips, lips pressed to the back of your neck, and all at once it becomes too much.
It crashes into you like the unforgiving wave of the raging ocean, sweeping you into the depths of pleasure.
You cum so hard on his cock he physically has to stop moving, your hold on him so tight heâs locked inside of you. Thatâs the moment that he follows, spilling his pent up, heavy load into you with a hiss of pleasure.Â
Your arms and knees feel like jelly. Your walls are sore and throbbing, completely exhausted from his ravaging. But all you feel is feather-light. Finally, finally you did it. And it was better than your wildest imagination.
Lips place a tender kiss on your shoulder, his labored breaths slowing back to regulation. You feel his cheek rest upon the skin of your upper back. Both of his hands massaging along the sides of your hips.
âIâm sorry we waited so long. I just figured it would be too intense for you.â
You shake your head, turning it to look back at him as he straightens up and carefully pulls out.Â
âDonât do that again.â
The corner of his lips turns up slightly. âOh no, I wonât make that mistake twice. In factâŚthereâs something else I want to do now.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âI want to test your limits.â
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A/N: here's my Nanami masterlist :) this is the first piece but lmk what else you want me to write for him! Hope you enjoyed.
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katsuki bakugo was a private, not secret, type of guy.
though it came as a surprise to many, he never hid that he had a girlfriend. he just chose not to speak of you, unless prompted, which resulted in whoever asked about you being surprised at how he seemed to forgo his hard exterior when speaking of you.
you were his lock screen photo, in fact every wallpaper included you in it. couple photos of you two together and candid ones he'd take of you randomly. a polaroid picture of you with a small 'i love you!' written by you with sharpie on the white frame sat nicely in the clear case of his phone.
you were in the heart-shaped locket he'd keep on him at all times in the pockets of his outfits. he'd developed a habit of running his finger along the groves of the chain, opening it and raising it out just enough for him to see the photo, then safely putting it away.
your initials were in the laces of his shoes, your first letter next to his. the back of his favorite pair had an embroidered heart with your initials encased in a heart.
he was a private man. that's why his fans were so shocked when he had dropped two bombs on them all at once.
first, with a simple post of your hand in his, manicured with the colors of his hero outfit, with a noticeably large diamond adorning your finger.
but when he had let it slip that you two were expecting a baby in a t.v interview, nobody expected that he'd stay relaxed instead of being annoyed.
and not even you knew that instead of face- palming at his slip up, cursing or walking off set, that he'd proudly show the ultrasound. the one he'd cut up in a perfect small heart so it could fit into the other slot of the locket he adored so much.
how he decided to wear his heart out on his sleeve, just for you.
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A Knotty Discovery
Pairing: Male Werewolf X Fem Chubby Human Reader
Warnings: Smut, Penetration, Knotting, Sex toys, Ruined Orgasm, Creampie
Summary: You come home to find that your extremely attractive Werewolf roommate has found your collection of knotted dildos.
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When you walked into your apartment, you were surprised not to see your roommate sitting on the couch in the living room. It was Sunday night, which was your traditional movie night together. Both of you worked but always ensured you were home by five on Sundays. Since you both had Mondays off, you made Sunday your weekly pizza and movie night, staying up late and enjoying each otherâs presence.
Decker and you have lived together for over a year now, and honestly, you love it. The only problem was your small, well maybe not so small, crush on him. You couldnât help it, though; he is just so amazing. He is the exact opposite of you. You are human, and he is a werewolf. While you are short and chubby, he is massively tall and made of muscle. You are soft and gentle, while he is hard and strong.
You cherish movie nights where he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. You love leaning against his large body and nuzzling into his soft fur. He always manages to brighten your day and make you laugh. He takes care of you and makes you feel love. Unfortunately, he has never expressed any romantic interest in you, so you try to be content with having him as a friend.
Itâs already past five, and Decker is usually getting everything set up for movie night by now. You set the pizza you brought home on the counter, thinking he must be running late. You head for your bedroom and decide to take the extra time to put on your cute pajamas.
You certainly had not been expecting to walk in and see Decker kneeling on the floor in front of your closet, your box of vibrators and dildos open in front of him. There are several knotted dildos on the floor beside him, and the largest one is gripped in his clawed hand. Your face heats up immediately, and you accidentally let out a small gasp at the sight.
The noise catches his attention, and his eyes immediately meet your own. You quickly look to the floor in embarrassment at his intense gaze. âOh, no, pretty girl. Eyes on me. How long have you been hiding this? Hmm?â. You canât seem to push any words out of your mouth, and you hear him moving because of your lack of response. You stand entirely frozen as he stops before you, using one hand to guide your eyes up to his.
âAll these months, you have never shown any interest in monsters. The only male you went on a few dates with, being that loser human, and now I find all this. My adorable little human likes monster cock, well, werewolf cock specificallyâ, he says with a smirk. You try to pull away, your mortification at an all-time high at his words, but he doesnât let you budge.
âSweetheart, I donât think you realize how much I have been holding myself back, thinking you had no interest in a werewolf like me. From the moment I met you, I wanted you sitting on my knot. I wanted to hold your plush body in my claws and never let you go, but I thought you wanted a human male. I had to keep myself from ripping your clothes off every fucking dayâ. You let out a needy whimper at his words, and a smirk appeared on his face once again.
âBaby, when you wear those little pajama shorts, and I can see your thick thighs, all I can think about is holding them in my hands as I thrust my cock inside you over and over. And last Sunday, when you wore that cute little nighty for our movie night, I swear I was hard all night. All I wanted to do was bend you over the side of the couch and knot you all night long. Your body looks so fucking breedable, baby, and I just want to fill you every moment of every dayâ he finishes his last statement with a low growl, and it goes straight to your panties.
You wet your lips and reply, âI.. I have always wanted you, Decker. I just didnât think you were interested in me, so I never said anythingâ. He shakes his head and says, âBaby, how could I not want you? Everything about you makes me want to claim you, and thatâs exactly what I plan on doing, but first, you are going to show me exactly what you do with those toys over there.
You feel a twinge of embarrassment at the thought, but it is quickly overpowered by arousal and lust at the thought of him watching you. He gives you a quick pat as you make your way over to the toys and reach for your medium-sized dildo.
âThe big one, sweetheart. I must ensure you are nice and stretched out when I take you. Iâm a lot bigger than your little toys over thereâ, he tells you, his voice a low purr. You almost moan at his words, the excitement of being so filled making you crave him even more.
You slowly take off your clothing, wanting to tease him a bit. As your panties hit the floor, you see Decker take a big inhale and moan. You blush under his gaze, and he gives you his signature wolfish grin.
You place the large dildo on the floor, the suction cup base holding it in place. You kneel over it, lining its tip up with your wet entrance. You look at him as you slowly let your weight push you down on the thick dildo. His eyes donât leave your slick cunt as he moves one of his hands to squeeze his cock over his pants. You felt your mouth salivating at the sight.
You reach halfway down when you rise up again, leaving just the tip inside you before dropping back down. You continue this until the knot presses against your entrance on each downward stroke. You moan as you watch his eyes bounce all around your body. The dildo feels so good, but his eyes on you feel even better. You release soft whimpers and moans, and you work your body up and down.
âThatâs it, baby. Keep riding. Fuck I love the sight of your greedy cunt swallowing that dildo. You look so fucking beautiful, baby. There you go. Go a little faster, baby. I wanna see those perfect tits bounce faster, little one. Fuck princess, I canât wait to fill you with my cock. I wanna see you take that knot, baby. I wanna see your greedy little pussy stretch around itâ, he growls out, lust lacing his voice.
You spread your legs wider and drop your pussy down lower. You move one of your fingers down to your swollen clit and rub tight circles on it. Pleasure slams through your body, and the knot fully pops inside your tight cunt. âFu-Fuck Decker. Iâm cumming. Fuck Iâm cummingâ, you cry out.
Just as your cunt clenches down at the beginning of probably the best orgasm of your life, Decker wraps his claws around your arms and pulls you up and off the dildo, the suction cup keeping it secured to the floor. You cry out at the ruined orgasm, your cunt trying to clench around nothing, and your clit pulsing in need of stimulation. Tears spring to your eyes as your thighs clench together, trying to get any stimulation at all. Decker is quick to reach one hand down and separate your legs, stopping any stimulation and ruining your orgasm completely.
You look at him in confusion and a hint of betrayal as tears stream down your face. He licks up the tears from your cheeks before saying, âSorry, sweetheart, but Iâve decided that the first time we fuck, the only knot you are going to cum on is mine.â With that, he pushes you back to lie on the bed as he starts stripping his clothes.
You stare at every glorious inch of his body that gets exposed. Your need for him increases with each second. As his cock is revealed, you audibly gasp. He wasnât lying when he said he was bigger than your toys. His cock is so giant that even fully hard, it hangs down towards the floor, too heavy to stand upright. The knot at the base is larger than your fist, and your nipples harden even more at the thought of him forcing it inside you.
âTell me you want it, princess. I need you to tell me now because once I start, I wonât be able to stop. Iâve thought about this for far too long to be able to hold back once I finally have you,â he says, giving you one last chance to back out.
You spread your legs wide, making sure your dripping pussy is entirely on display, and reply, âPlease, Decker. Please, I want this, I need this, I need you. Please fill me. Make me yoursâ. He is on you before you even finish. He pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, his cock resting over your pussy and your lower belly. He thrusts his cock back and forth but holds back from entering you, just working on covering himself in your slick juices.
âMmmm, I love how soft your body is, baby. So fucking perfect in every way. Drives me fucking madâ, he growls out. Each brush of his cock rubs your pulsing clit, and all you want is for him to push inside you. You are just about to start begging when he finally lines himself up with your needy hole and pushes in. He only goes about halfway, but you are already crying out at the feeling.
He moans your name and keeps thrusting, moving deeper and deeper with each stroke. He watches your body open up for him, mumbling the word perfect under his breath. On his next thrust, his knot hits your entrance, and he seems to lose all control. He grabs onto your love handles and starts fucking you like an animal.
You cry out in ecstasy at feeling so full, his cock slamming into your g-spot brutally on every thrust. Your hands grip his forearms, needing to hold on and ground yourself as he fucks you like he owns you. âFuck Decker⌠you feel so good. Don-donât stop. Please donât stop. Pleaseâ.
He moans at your begging, leaning forward to cover your body with his own. Your knees are pushed up towards your shoulders, and his body keeps you in place, unable to move. You cum with a cry of his name, squirting on his cock from the pleasure.
He doesnât give you any time to recover as he continues using your puffy pussy. You whimper at the overstimulation that sets in, but you donât want him to stop. You need to feel him knot you. You need to feel him fill you with his cum.
âYour pussy is fucking heaven, baby. Iâm never fucking letting you go. Do you hear me? Youâre MINE.â he says as his thrusts speed up. His hips slammed against you and pushed you down into the mattress. You only manage to whimper and moan in response, tears streaming down your chubby cheeks in pleasure.
He pulls back almost entirely before slamming his hips down, pressing his knot against your entrance and keeping it there as he tries to push it in. Your entrance puts up a good fight, and he growls, angry at the denial of entry. You start to question whether or not he will be able to fit his knot inside when he shifts his weight so almost all of it is in his hips, pushing his knot harder against your dripping cunt.
Gravity seems to be on his side as his knot is forced into your tight cunt as he drops down against you completely. You scream out his name at the insane stretch, never having been this filled, his tip kissing your womb. Your arms wrap around his back as your nails dig into his fur. He starts his thrusts again, but this time shallow as his knot stays stuck inside of you. Each stroke causes your body to jiggle beneath him, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, sending shocks of pleasure to your aching clit.
He pulls his hips back, and his cock pulls your bottom half off the bed by your swollen cunt, before he drops back down. He groans with the motion and continues repeating it. You cry out each time, your pussy overfilled and overwhelmed with the sensation of him.
He slams you down once more, and your legs begin to shake with pleasure. You scream out his name as your cunt once again clamps down on his massive cock, milking him with everything you have. You feel his cock twitching as he lets out a loud growl followed by swears. His cock begins filling you to the brim with his seed. Your already too-full pussy is being filled even more. Your lower stomach bloats and hardens as he cums and cums and cums, his knot not allowing even a single drop of his seed to drip from your cunt.
You cling to him as you both come down, trying to regulate the air in your lungs. He keeps you pressed to him as he rolls onto his back, draping you over his warm chest. You stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each otherâs embrace. As your mind starts returning, you sit up slightly to look at him.
âWhy were you going through my closet?â you ask him. He gives you a soft smile and answers, âI was setting up for movie night and wanted to get that fuzzy throw blanket you keep on the couch in the winter. Itâs a little cold today, so I thought you might enjoy it. I remember you saying you were putting it in the closet, so I went looking for it.â.
You smile at his thoughtfulness and place a loving peck on his snout. âThe throw blanket is in the hallway closet for future reference.â He stares at you for a moment before laughing. His chest rises and falls, causing you to shake up and down. His laughter is quickly interrupted by a moan as your pussy shifts on his cock from the movement.
âWell, we probably have another 30 minutes to rest while my knot goes down, and then we can start movie night. Although I think this time Iâll have you seated on my lap with my cock and knot nice and warm in your perfect little cuntâ.
You smile approvingly, moving your head back to snuggle into his warm chest. You never thought you would be thankful that your roommate found your knotted dildos.
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It is a very sad day. Veronica phoned me this morning to tell me that Uta's mother had died after a long illness. I spoke to her just a few days ago and she knew she was dying and was so brave. I am glad that I had the opportunity of meeting her, even if only for a few days and since then we have been in touch all the time. I often thought of her when I was writing my letters and wondering what she thought.
Then yesterday too my friend's grandson was mortally wounded. He has particles in his brain and there does not seem to be much hope. It was only the other day that I had supper with her and Robbie and she said that she does not sleep at night. That it would break them if something happened to him .
 I can think of nothing positive happening in my life. Then I read of our president whom I realise does not have a brain in his head. He signs a rocket which is going to kill people as if he were writing on someone's bandages leg or knee? And then there are people who laugh at their sufferings.Â
It is getting harder and harder to write. woman Orit Stroch. a settler, who wrote demanding to know whether the pilots who said they would not report for future reserve duty had refused to take part in the war? By the way she is also the one who said that no doctor should have to treat anyone from the gay community if it conflicted with their religious beliefs. And for support which Netanyahu gave the general who replied to her read the attached
Outrage as far-right minister suggests some pilots refusing air support for Gaza troops
Settlements Minister Orit Strock widely reported to ask at cabinet if some in Air Force are failing to carry out their duties for ideological reasons
Today the Jerusalem municipality came to the tent of the families and took down and tore all their signs and a bunch of hooligans came past screaming that all the families are traitors and caused the death of their children and the war and that piece of shit whose two sons cower behind them is quiet. That is Israel today of Netanyahu. Â
After a long interval because of the war, we had not been to the DCO and decided to go. We were surprised to find about 15 men there. They had all been summoned by the ISA, the secret service. One indignantly told us that he had to pull his trousers down to his ankles and did not know why. They also told us that the Satmar cult comes into their neighborhoods with the Palestinian flag with no problem. They were all very pleasant.
We then decided to see what is happening at the entrance to Beit Lechem from road 60. Until the war the road was completely open but this is the way it looks now. We stopped a short distance before the checkpoint.Â
Shlomit got out to photograph and immediately a soldier came running up demanding our IDs. We told him we only have to show IDs to a policeman and when he said he was also a policeman asked to be shown identification. Also , as we were on the main road of the town and not in the area of the checkpoint, to be shown proof that where we were standing was a closed army area. He claimed that we had photographed him and said that it was easy to identify him....I leave that to your judgement,He said he would phone the police and we said to be our guest. I said to Shlomit that it was just as well we had not driven off before we saw him approaching us as in this day and age he would probably have taken a shot at us. But all's well that ends well....He had evidently phoned the representative of the DCO. He  knew us from former days at Etzion and we showed him the photo which he did not ask to have deleted and  after a short and pleasant conversation continued on our way home.Â
Today we went to plant trees with one of the farmers from Burin. Not that I could help but I go to identify. This is how the others went up. Her ladyship went up by taxi. i don't think it is the help which is important but that we come. We left early though as the Palestinian authority phoned and said that the area was getting restless and we should go and then too soldiers and settlers started coming down the mountain. But people bought a lot of his olives and olive oil. I asked where his family was ...usually it is very joyous there and the house was so empty but he said it was too dangerous from them to be there so they had gone to live in the village.
But then we also have this......I remember how Israelis said what animals the Palestinians are that whenever there was an attack on Israelis they would go out to celebrate and give out sweets. Evidently Israelis are also keen to learn from Palestinians as this is what some soldiers did.... singing and dancing in the street and giving out sweets at the death of one of the Hamas. Not that I feel any grief for him but this is not the Jewish way. But today I no longer think that there is a Jewish way. I think we have learned only too well of how to hate and how to conduct pogroms. They should remember the Peisach seder where God rebukes his angels for singing when the Egyptians drowned.Â
and this caricature appeared in one of the far right newspapers. If it had been from a newspaper on the left or a journalist/ whoever published it would already be sitting in jail/ If you want to know what this is about look at the pdf below. It is too complicated for me to go into it.
Sorry I wish I could write something positive
Henrietta Szold 2
Migdal Nofim Room 708
Kiryat Hayovel
Jerusalem 9650230
Israel
Tel 0528-375593
Nofim Tel 972-(0)2-6580222
Home 972 (2)6418387 no messages
It is a very sad day. Veronica phoned me this morning to tell me that Uta's mother had died after a long illness. I spoke to her just a few days ago and she knew she was dying and was so brave. I am glad that I had the opportunity of meeting her, even if only for a few days and since then we have been in touch all the time. I often thought of her when I was writing my letters and wondering what she thought.
Then yesterday too my friend's grandson was mortally wounded. He has particles in his brain and there does not seem to be much hope. It was only the other day that I had supper with her and Robbie and she said that she does not sleep at night. That it would break them if something happened to him .
 I can think of nothing positive happening in my life. Then I read of our president whom I realise does not have a brain in his head. He signs a rocket which is going to kill people as if he were writing on someone's bandages leg or knee? And then there are people who laugh at their sufferings.Â
It is getting harder and harder to write. woman Orit Stroch. a settler, who wrote demanding to know whether the pilots who said they would not report for future reserve duty had refused to take part in the war? By the way she is also the one who said that no doctor should have to treat anyone from the gay community if it conflicted with their religious beliefs. And for support which Netanyahu gave the general who replied to her read the attached
Outrage as far-right minister suggests some pilots refusing air support for Gaza troops
Settlements Minister Orit Strock widely reported to ask at cabinet if some in Air Force are failing to carry out their duties for ideological reasons
Today the Jerusalem municipality came to the tent of the families and took down and tore all their signs and a bunch of hooligans came past screaming that all the families are traitors and caused the death of their children and the war and that piece of shit whose two sons cower behind them is quiet. That is Israel today of Netanyahu. Â
After a long interval because of the war, we had not been to the DCO and decided to go. We were surprised to find about 15 men there. They had all been summoned by the ISA, the secret service. One indignantly told us that he had to pull his trousers down to his ankles and did not know why. They also told us that the Satmar cult comes into their neighborhoods with the Palestinian flag with no problem. They were all very pleasant.
We then decided to see what is happening at the entrance to Beit Lechem from road 60. Until the war the road was completely open but this is the way it looks now. We stopped a short distance before the checkpoint.Â
Shlomit got out to photograph and immediately a soldier came running up demanding our IDs. We told him we only have to show IDs to a policeman and when he said he was also a policeman asked to be shown identification. Also , as we were on the main road of the town and not in the area of the checkpoint, to be shown proof that where we were standing was a closed army area. He claimed that we had photographed him and said that it was easy to identify him....I leave that to your judgement,He said he would phone the police and we said to be our guest. I said to Shlomit that it was just as well we had not driven off before we saw him approaching us as in this day and age he would probably have taken a shot at us. But all's well that ends well....He had evidently phoned the representative of the DCO. He  knew us from former days at Etzion and we showed him the photo which he did not ask to have deleted and  after a short and pleasant conversation continued on our way home.Â
Today we went to plant trees with one of the farmers from Burin. Not that I could help but I go to identify. This is how the others went up. Her ladyship went up by taxi. i don't think it is the help which is important but that we come. We left early though as the Palestinian authority phoned and said that the area was getting restless and we should go and then too soldiers and settlers started coming down the mountain. But people bought a lot of his olives and olive oil. I asked where his family was ...usually it is very joyous there and the house was so empty but he said it was too dangerous from them to be there so they had gone to live in the village.
But then we also have this......I remember how Israelis said what animals the Palestinians are that whenever there was an attack on Israelis they would go out to celebrate and give out sweets. Evidently Israelis are also keen to learn from Palestinians as this is what some soldiers did.... singing and dancing in the street and giving out sweets at the death of one of the Hamas. Not that I feel any grief for him but this is not the Jewish way. But today I no longer think that there is a Jewish way. I think we have learned only too well of how to hate and how to conduct pogroms. They should remember the Peisach seder where God rebukes his angels for singing when the Egyptians drowned.Â
and this caricature appeared in one of the far right newspapers. If it had been from a newspaper on the left or a journalist/ whoever published it would already be sitting in jail/ If you want to know what this is about look at the pdf below. It is too complicated for me to go into it.
Sorry I wish I could write something positive
Henrietta Szold 2
Migdal Nofim Room 708
Kiryat Hayovel
Jerusalem 9650230
Israel
Tel 0528-375593
Nofim Tel 972-(0)2-6580222
Home 972 (2)6418387 no messages
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VOICEMAIL! â GOJO SATORU
bf!gojo who misses his baby so dearly while heâs away on a mission. Heâs thinking about you all day, missing you voice and your touch. Heâs always talking about you to his colleagues because he loves you so much that he canât stand being this far from you. So itâs no surprise when heâs back in his hotel room, scrolling through your photos in his camera roll while his dick strains against his sweats. Heâs rubbing himself through the fabric, biting on his plump lip as he stares at your innocent pictures. He get so pent up, scrambling to pull his sweats down, right hand gripping the base of his dick while his left hand hold the phone. Heâs whining for you, dick throbbing and his swollen tip leaking pre cum.
He decides he canât take it anymore and presses a few buttons to call you. With the phone to his ear, he prays that you pick up, wanting to hear your pretty voice. âMmph, please pick up, baby,â he whimpers. His brows furrow when he glides his hand up and down his shaft, squeezing a little tighter when he reaches the tip. Eventually, it goes to voicemail and Gojo figures youâre sleeping, but he decides to leave a message for you anyway.
âH-hey, pretty girlâmmphâjust wanted to let you know how much I miss you,â he slightly pants, chest heaving up and down. His hips buck up into his hand, eyes squeezing shut. âMiss you so fucking much, thinking about you got me hard, you know that? F-fuck, baby.â His breath hitches. His hand moves faster, the wet noises echoing through the hotel room. âCanât stop thinking about youâah, fuck,â he moans. âI want you feel what you fucking do to me, baby,â he groans when he runs his thumb over his slit, gathering more pre cum.
His eyes roll back, jerking his dick faster as his abs tense up. âI, uh, wanted to call to check on you, but I knowâmmmphâI know youâre probably sleeping,â he moans through his words. âI love you, okay? IâŚlove you, baby. So fucking much.â He sounds so desperate, voice cracking with each whimper. âJustâŚcall me when you wake up, please, baby? I need to hear your voice.â His body shivers and his abs tense up the faster he goes.
His eyes flutter shut and his jaw goes slack, imagining fucking you into mattress while you scream his name, thinking about the way your pussy grips him so tight. âI need you here right now. Need you so fucking bad you donât understand,â he breathily chuckles. âIâfuckâsuch a fucking mess, all because of you,â he whines. âIâm sorry, babyâŚs-shitâŚI canât stop.â His hips roll into the bed as he grows closer to his orgasm. âIâm gonna fucking cum just thinking about you, looking at your picturesâŚmy god.â He opens his eyes, fixated on the way heâs jerking his dick, wishing it was you doing it instead.
âFuck, fuck, yeah. Oh my god,â he whimpers, voice growing higher, his breathing sporadic. âBaby, babyâŚIâm gonnaâŚIâm gonna fucking cum. Oh, shit, Iâm fucking cumming, Iâm cumming!â His hips twitch as spurts of his cum shoot from his swollen tip, landing on his hands and stomach. âFucckkk!â He grunts, tossing his head back. âYes, yes,â he moans loudly, drawing out his orgasm. He breaths heavily, slowly stroking himself as he comes down from his high.
Few seconds of silence goes by before he speaks, âsee how much I miss you? Call me as soon as you hear this. Goodnight, pretty girl. I love you.â He kisses the phone before hanging up, left laying there in his mess.
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roommate!simon riley when your vibrator dies before you can finish, and he offers to relieve that tension
your feverish body splayed across the bed, covers thrown into a heaved pile surrounding you as a thin layer of sweat coats your skin and dampens the sheets under you. pathetic gasps of desperacy slip past your lips despite the thin walls as you pressed the vibrator against your sensitive clit.
you could feel the buildup in the bottom of your tummy, the heat of release that pooled slowly rising and threatening to spill over. your legs bucked, your whole body trembling in desperation as your other hand squeezed your breast. strings of muttered pleases escaping your pouty lips.
it was right there, you were about to wash overâto drown in the sweet snap of that taut knot in your body. you pressed the tiny, bullet vibrator harder against your abused clit, hoping it would give you the release you so desperately chased after.
until it died. it wasn't a gradual slow down to let you know it was on its last momentsâit just stopped.
you whined in frustration, feeling the orgasm about to wash over you all too quickly drainâafter it had taken you all this time to build it up.
you were panting, body still trembling as another groan escaped your throat. you tossed the vibrator carelessly across the room, hearing it thud against the wall as your hands came up to cover your flushed face.
in the next room over, simon had heard the little whines and gasps you had let slip by, smirking whenever his name would reach his ears. he had heard you for monthsâthe walls were thinâbut he had never decided to act on anything.
it wasn't like he wasn't into youâbecause he was and he was in his room, fucking his heavy cock in his right hand pretending it was yours. it never workedâhis hands were far too roughed and calloused compared to your soft, delicate skin.
but he never had the opportunity to approach you about itâuntil now.
when he heard that noise of frustration fall from your lips, the light thud against the wall, a knowing smirk teased the corners of his lips.
he pushed himself from, adjusting his sweatpants as he did so before he landed in front of your door.
he knockedâhe had some decency after allâbut he didn't want long for an answer before pushing his way in. he didn't know what he was going to findâwell, he had an ideaâbut boy, you surprised him.
a choked gasp flew from your lips at the knock, not even getting the chance to at least cover up by the time he was standing in yourânow openâdoorway.
you had sat up so fast, it was dizzying, but you brushed it off as you tried to tug the covers over your bare body, but it didn't help they were half falling off the bed and slightly heavy.
his gaze traveled appreciatively over you, shamelessly staring at your slick covered thighs and glistening pussy, a damp spot on the sheets below you.
you yelped as you noticed his staring, clamping your legs shut as you attempted again to cover yourselfâeach tug at the blanket was like a fight for an ounce of dignity. you weren't sure you had any now.
your chest still heaved, body flushed and slightly pink with reddened skin over your left breast. you swallowed thickly, stumbling over your words as you avoided his gaze, "what...do you...you need something?" you finally managed out.
his brow quirked up at your question, humming as he examinedâanalyzedâyour movements. movement made of embarrassment and shame to be caught like this.
"dunno, luv," his voice was dangerously low, and gruff. he cleared his throat, slowly stepping towards the side of the bed, "looks like y'might need sumthin', hm?"
he stalked towards you like a predator, his eyes dark and half-lidded in a way that made shivers run down your spine and your pussy wetter.
he chuckled as you shook your head. he could feel the embarrassment radiating off of you as he stood right beside the bed, the side you didn't occupy.
the bed dipped with the weight of his knee, his body heavy against the springs as he bent over, a hand coming to your bare hip. he watched the goosebumps ripple from the touch of his calloused hand.
his other hand landed on your knee, slowly prying them apart as he hummed lowly in appreciation of the sight of your soaking cunt, glistening under the low light of your room.
his hand slid your knee, down your thighs until he rubbed two fingers down the center of your pussy. the slick collected on his fingers as they glided through the folds with ease because of your arousal.
"hm, you sure about that, luv?" he teased as he heard the pathetic moan that you tried to stifle slip past your chapped lips.
he brought his thumb down against your clit, swirling over the oversensitive bud before pinching it between his fingers. he huffed out a chuckle at the mewl you let out.
he teased your slit, barely dipping his fingers against your walls before pulling them away to slide through your folds while he continued to tease and bully your poor clit.
he watched the way you became a mess under his hand, no doubt getting wetter by his hand than with the vibrator he spotted thrown by the side of the wall. he nearly laughed at the sight of the small thing, his finger practically the size of it.
don't worry, you were better off being taken care of in his hands, by his fingers as he brings you to release by just toying with your clit.
and he'll give you more if you let him.
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